You're Here?
You're back?
"Master, please say ahh~."
A slice of peach nudged against my lips. I opened my mouth, chewed the flesh down, and swallowed, the sweet juice gliding coolly along my throat.
Mmm~ delicious. Fruit always tastes better when someone cuts it up and feeds it to you.
The juice smudged at the corner of my mouth, and Inyoung carefully wiped it away with the pad of her soft thumb before carrying it to her own lips.
I hadn't set foot outside the front door in days. There was no reason to. When mealtime came, Inyoung fed me from her spoon without being told, and whenever I went to the bathroom, she drew warm water and washed me down from head to toe.
So this is how the rich live, huh? Every single day?
Today, as usual, I'd been sprawled on the living room sofa since morning, using Inyoung's plush thighs for a pillow as I watched TV. I was staring at the screen half-absent when the phone sitting on the glass coffee table began to buzz.
Bzzt. Bzzt.
A familiar name lit up on the display.
Holding her breath, Inyoung slowly reached out, moving her finger toward the red button.
"Inyoung."
I lifted my chin and called to her. Her finger froze just short of the button, and she bowed her head to look down at me.
"Yes, Master."
At the motion, her heavy breasts swayed above the loose drape of her T-shirt, coming out to greet me before her face did. I slipped a hand straight inside the shirt and seized that soft mound of flesh.
For no reason I could name, it put me at ease. Kneading the flesh that overflowed between my fingers, I asked,
"What? You planning to hang up?"
"I don't... want anything interrupting my time with you, Master."
"No, take it."
Twisting her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, I went on.
"Call Junhyuk over here."
"Nnh... yes?"
"Sounds like it'd be fun."
"...Understood, Master."
Cupping her ample breast with my whole palm as if to crush it, I latched onto the jutting nipple like a baby, rolling it with the tip of my tongue and sucking with loud, wet smacks.
"Ah, aaahh...! M-Master, hah...!"
Moaning, Inyoung pressed the call button with a trembling hand. An urgent man's voice burst out of the speakerphone.
"Inyoung! Why haven't you been answering your phone? Where are you right now?"
"Hahh... Junhyuk, ah... I'm... at home..."
"What's wrong with your voice? Is something going on? Are you sick?"
I gathered her breasts in both hands and buried my lips deeper between them. Puffing my cheeks out, I noisily suckled at her soft flesh, and Inyoung's thighs shuddered.
"Ah, yeah... my body's... been... hah, a little strange... Could you... come to my place... right now?"
Above my face — her nipple caught between my teeth — Inyoung's voice rang out, sweet and honeyed and trembling, inviting her boyfriend in.
"Got it, I'll be right there! Just wait twenty minutes!"
Click. The call ended.
When I pulled my lips away, her nipple stood stiff and glistening with my saliva. Twenty minutes. Just enough time to get ready.
Ding-dong! Ding-dong!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Inyoung! It's me! Open up!"
Roughly wiping the sweat from his brow, Junhyuk hammered his fist against the front door. The ragged breathing he'd heard through the receiver wouldn't leave his head — it was driving him out of his mind. His insides burned jet-black. It was day four now.
Everything had gone to hell since that night. When he'd woken that first morning, there'd been a strange lump on the back of his skull, and he couldn't remember for the life of him where he'd stashed the car he treasured so much. Inyoung wasn't even opening his texts, and she'd skipped work without a word. First she'd used being sick as an excuse to keep him from even visiting — and then, just now, in a voice that sounded half dead, she'd asked him to come to her place.
What the hell is going on with her?
Beep-beep. The electronic chime of the door lock releasing echoed down the hallway. But the door didn't open; it stayed shut right where it was. Junhyuk grabbed the handle in desperation and wrenched at it.
"Why haven't you been picking up your—"
He never got to finish. What rushed out at him from inside the apartment was a sweltering, clinging heat, fierce to the point of sickness. Stale air thick with the brine of sweat and the ripe, cloying reek of love juices flooded his nose all at once.
And before his eyes was a sight he had never once seen in his life.
A woman's naked body floated in midair, back arched to its very limit. It was Inyoung. A man stood behind her, arms hooked beneath both her knees, one hand clamped hard around the back of her neck, holding her whole body aloft.
"Ahhn, ohh, haaahh! Hah, aaahhn!"
Every time the man snapped his hips forward, the smack of flesh striking flesh rang through the entryway. Squelch, creak, slap! Her legs hung splayed wide, Inyoung's toes swinging loose and boneless as a doll's.
Between her drenched thighs, the man's thick cock pistoned in and out, and each retreat dragged her inner walls with it, nearly turning them inside out before the crown of the glans shoved everything back in — every explicit detail on display. Frothy, stringy love juices dripped down in fat beads, soaking the floor by the front door.
Inyoung's eyes had come completely undone, the whites rolling wildly, and between her parted lips her tongue lolled out long and slick with drool.
"Hahh, nngh, ahh! Ah, ah, it's good, so, so goood...!"
Moans steeped to the brim in climax tore raw from her throat. Over her trembling shoulder, the man slowly raised his head.
Beneath the black hair draped over his forehead, eyes dead black as pitch stared without so much as a blink at Junhyuk, frozen stiff in the doorway. His hips never stopped.
Slam, squelch! As if to show off, he drove his cock in even deeper, and Inyoung's head tipped back, drool stringing from her lips.
The man spoke.
"You're here?"
What the hell is this bastard...
Something snapped clean in two inside Junhyuk's mind, frozen solid by the surreal sight before him.
"You— you fucking...!"
Blood surged up to his head, his heart slamming against his ribs. Roaring like a beast, Junhyuk stormed inside, shoes still on.
"Let her go, you son of a bitch!"
He savagely batted the man's arm aside and swung his weight-heavy right fist in a broad, vicious arc at the man's jaw.
Crack!
With a dull, meaty pop, the man's head snapped sideways and he staggered back three, four steps. Freed from his arms, Inyoung crumpled bonelessly to the floor. Thud! A sticky slurry of semen and love juices spilled out from between her thighs and buttocks, soiling the floor.
Dropping to his knees, Junhyuk wrapped his hands around Inyoung's slumped shoulders and shook her awake.
"Inyoung! Are you okay?! Snap out of it, Inyoung!"
But her unfocused gaze never found him.
"It's me, Junhyuk! Come on, snap out of it...!"
"Ge-get away..."
Inyoung pushed at his chest.
"Inyoung...?"
Her hands carried no strength at all, yet the rejection froze him solid, as though a blade had been driven through his chest. As if Junhyuk didn't even exist, Inyoung lowered herself flat to the floor and began to crawl. Fluids trailed from between her legs, painting a glistening path across the floorboards, as she crawled toward one man only — the one standing quietly back by the wall.
"Master... hah, ah... Master..."
When she reached the feet of the man leaning against the wall, Inyoung settled onto her knees and, as though bewitched, nuzzled her cheek against his enormous, rigidly swollen cock.
"Good girl. There you go."
The man stroked Inyoung's hair. Wrapping both hands around the thick pillar of flesh, she pressed her lips to the very tip of the glans with a loud, wet kiss.
"Inyoung... what are you doing right now..."
Stretching her tongue out long, Inyoung licked him from the slit all the way down the blood-gorged shaft to its base. Schlick. Shlop. Slurp. Having dutifully ministered to the pillar, she soon engulfed the great glans between her lips, sucked it down ravenously, and drove it deep into her throat until her cheeks went hollow.
"Ma...ster... gghk, put it... baaack... in, please... mmph, ugh... inside... again..."
Junhyuk sat collapsed on the floor, staring dully at the spectacle. It was a face she had never once shown him — gaping slack, like a bitch in heat.
The man wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His shoulders shook as he swallowed down his laughter — and then he let it burst out loud.
"Pfft. Hahahahaha."
My jaw throbbed. When I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, there was a faint taste of brine and blood.
Bent down at my feet, Inyoung was still begging, my cock swallowed to the root in her throat, drool dribbling out around it. Watching her, Junhyuk's face had drained white — then flared crimson.
Well, this is entertaining.
I'd called him over just to see this exact spectacle.
"I'll fucking kill you, you bastard...!"
Every trace of reason gone, Junhyuk kicked off the floor and lunged. Eyes bloodshot with rage, curses spewing from his lips, his right fist shot out toward me. The knuckles came flying straight at my face — a heartbeat before the hiss of cleaved air grazed my ear.
Snap.
I gave my fingers a light flick.
"Whoa, there... calm down."
The focus drained out of those bloodshot eyes, and lips hauling in ragged breaths fell open. Fist still extended along the very arc he'd swung, Junhyuk's entire body turned to stone in midair. The breeze kicked up from his knuckles stirred my cheek faintly, then scattered.
Maybe because he's already been broken in once, back in that alley — whatever I throw at him just sinks right in.
Feels like playing with the cheats on.
With the commotion gone, the only sound left in the apartment was the filthy, wet slurp of Inyoung at my feet, sucking noisily on my cock. I tapped the fist hanging in midair with the tip of my index finger, nudging it gently to the side.
Great enthusiasm, at least.
I leaned in to the man standing mere inches from my face and murmured softly at his ear.
"Do exactly as I tell you."
Snap.
I flicked my fingers again. Focus returned to Junhyuk's eyes — but it was already too late. The mistimed fist carved through empty air, his weightless body lost its balance and pitched forward.
Crash!
His shin cracked hard against the corner of the table and Junhyuk went down, sprawling savagely across the floor. Face planted against the hardwood, hacking out a rough cough, he looked up at me with eyes brimming over with terror and confusion.
"You... what... what did you just do to me..."
"Hm. What does it look like I did?"
Pressing down slowly on the back of Inyoung's head as she kept mouthing what was mine, I gazed down at the man sprawled across the floor.
"Come here."