Chapter 50 - To Think I'd Fall to a Woman Like This Too
Sploooosh—the sound of water cascading onto the floor, steam thick in the air all around. The eyelids of the small-statured boy trembled faintly before slowly fluttering open.
A bathroom...? Han Siwoo blinked and glanced around. Slick marble tiles gleamed underfoot; he was propped against the wall of a white bathtub. That's when he pieced together where he was.
Fucking huge. Way bigger than Sis's place... By his rough estimate, this bathroom felt larger than the master bath in Kwon Ye-seul's mansion—and her place was no hovel by any stretch. Siwoo gaped at the absurd scale of it all.
"Ah, Master is awake?"
The woman in the suit, Oh Se-young, spotted him stirring and greeted him with a delighted smile.
"Master? Me...?"
Siwoo reeled at the bizarre term from this stranger. In this world, "master" referred to the husband of a woman with some real status. He didn't question being called a husband outright, but he recalled that Kang Ye-jin and Park Somwol weren't exactly high-society types. Pushing himself up—
"Whoa! You just woke up—don't move like that, it's dangerous!"
Oh Se-young fussed dramatically, scooping his slight frame up effortlessly. True to her bodyguard role, she was strong as hell, setting him down in front of the sink with ease.
"Don't... touch my body..."
Siwoo flinched sensitively, but fresh from sleep, his limbs felt like jelly. He yielded to her iron grip.
"Nngh..."
"Just bear with it a sec! I'll wash you right up."
Squiiiish—Se-young pumped some body lotion onto the shower puff, wetting it lightly under the spray.
Such smooth, flawless skin... must be 'cause he's a guy... As she worked up a lather, Se-young inwardly marveled at Siwoo's porcelain complexion. Unlike her own perpetually heavy makeup, his bare skin was silky as satin, white as clouds—stoking a dark fire in her twisted heart.
"... Gulp."
She swallowed hard. No pedo vibes or anything shady like that, but damn if his body didn't stir her lust anyway.
"D-Does it hurt anywhere...?"
Se-young murmured as she scrubbed his back with the puff. Her breathing grew ragged, laced with excitement.
"Nngh..."
"Th-Then, your stomach next..."
Gulp! She swallowed loud enough to echo. Worried Siwoo might hear, but—
Siwoo, still groggy from waking, missed the lewd sound entirely.
Sliiiide—Se-young spun his body around abruptly.
"H-Huh...!"
She gasped at the sight of his front—like a tiny creature beholding a massive beast. Siwoo's cock stood defiant toward the ceiling, and she choked back her shock.
Th-This is a real dick...? Bigger than in the videos...!
Not just same-race guys—even black dudes with their relative size couldn't match this. Virgin Oh Se-young, untouched by men, gawked like a devout medieval monk witnessing a divine miracle.
Wh-What if something like this went inside me...?
Gulp!
She swallowed again. A monster that size plunging in, hammering her womb—no way she could endure it. Duty to wash her boss's master? Forgotten. Her mind drowned in fantasies of ravaging this small, tempting twink.
Thump-thump...!My womb's pounding like a heartbeat... just from looking...
Se-young clutched her lower belly, heedless of her pricey suit soaking through.
"Nngh..."
"Ah, y-yes! Washing you nowww..."
She frantically scrubbed his arms, legs, neck—then lower, to his belly.
Th-This is just work... Reaffirming her "duty," she eased the puff over his stomach... and swipe, swipe along that massive cock.
Twitch!
"Eep!"
"S-Sorry! Did I hurt you...?"
"N-No... just, gentler, please..."
The dragon-like shaft wriggled snake-like at her fingertips. Its ferocious girth made every twitch massive.
"Nngh..."
Meanwhile, Siwoo was dying inside. Lingering drug effects, apparently—barely touched, and pleasure surged wildly.
Nnngh... what do I do... my pussy's screaming just from looking...
Drool-drool... True to her word, her slit gushed like a faucet. That cock-teasing size, the faint musky scent wafting off it—it made her cunt salivate.
Disaster... my panties are soaked... Good thing she wore a skirt; pants in a bright color would've given her away instantly.
"For now..."
Swipe, swipe—Se-young slowly worked the puff along his length.
"Ugh! That hurts..."
The rough texture grated; Siwoo groaned. Se-young startled, dropping the puff.
"S-Sorry..."
"N-No, it's fine... skip there, do elsewhere..."
But her eyes were already rolling back—past listening. He's the one who tempted me first, right? Concluding so inwardly, she pumped lotion into her palm squish-squish.
"Th-Then, I'll use my hands—nice and gentle!"
"Huh? No, other spots..."
"No, no! Gotta be thorough here! It's going in the boss's pussy, after all! Of course!"
"Wh-What?!"
Words unfit for her boss's husband. Siwoo finally clocked the danger: trapped with a lunatic. Terror gripped him.
"Hehe... here goes!"
"A-Ahh...!"
Grab! Se-young seized his cock outright. Hot as a frying pan handle.
"Haa... so this is a guy's dick... huge, and scorching..."
Sliiiide, sliiiide—Curious bodyguard Oh Se-young stroked slowly with lathered hands. No one would buy this as "washing." Purely slaking her filthy urges.
Sh-Should scream... but... Amid it all, Siwoo wanted to yell—but drug-fueled ecstasy left him trembling, helpless.
"I'm touching a guy's dick for real..."
Slap-slap-slap-slap! Eyes gleaming with rapture, she toyed relentlessly. Savoring Siwoo's cum-dump face, twisted in near-orgasm agony, she pumped faster.
And soon...
Spurt-spurt-spuuuurt!
His cock shuddered violently, semen erupting in ropes—like a volcano blowing.
"Aaaah..."
Siwoo wailed weakly, spraying hot seed every which way.
"Eep!"
Naturally, globs splattered her cute, petite white face. Her black designer suit nearly ruined too—but high school athlete reflexes kicked in. She lunged, sucking the red-hot glans into her mouth mid-spurt, gulping down fishy baby batter.
"Mmff, ughhh... so fucking briny..."
One load could've knocked up a bitch, though—too much to swallow whole. It overflowed, streaking her face; even what she caught dribbled onto the cold marble.
"Hoo... my face is a total mess, Master...? What're you gonna do about it? Huh? You'll take responsibility, right."
"Ahh..."
"Knew it. Oh, gotta snap a pic..."
Click! Phone from her pocket—photo of spent Siwoo.
"Hehhehe... no more blue balls for me ever... jackpot..."
Late-20s spinster Oh Se-young... awakened to a new kink.
"Fucking bitches..."
Bath over, I was rebound to the bed, spreadeagled. That psycho bodyguard said Kang Ye-jin'd barge in for another pounding soon.
Whatever... why the hell am I even putting up with this shit? And months later, why's Park Somwol suddenly clinging again?
Thought she ditched me for some stud... Abandoned, ignored—now pretending to obsess? Unfathomable bitch.
Ye-seul Sis... But Ye-seul Sis wouldn't pull that. She's a superior alpha female, way above Somwol's league. She'll track me down, no giving up.
Creeeak!
Lost in thoughts, in struts the blonde slut. I glared pure loathing—like she'd run over a stray cat.
"...Was gonna let you sleep, but those eyes? Too fuckable. One more round it is."
"Aaaah..."
Sis... save me quick...