Too Small
Too small.
Squelch! Thud, schlick!
I gripped Inyoung's thighs and drove my hips up into her. Her cunt, soaked through and burning hot, clamped around my cock without a gap and refused to let go. Every time my pelvis slammed into her, her body jolted, and Junhyuk—still bracing her legs—rocked with the recoil.
I lifted my head and found his twisted face inches from mine. His eyes alone looked ready to kill me.
Well, now.
And yet the front of his jeans was bulging like it might split.
So this was what they meant by the body telling the truth.
"Hiiik—hngh, hiiik—! Ha, ah! Hnngh, haaang! Nnh, nnn—!"
I ground the head hard against her cervix, and Inyoung curled her toes tight and came apart again. Her insides spasmed and squeezed my shaft in a vise. I'd lost count of how many times.
She'd come a few times over by now, by the look of it.
A bead of blood clung to Junhyuk's lower lip, trembling on the edge of falling with every jolt. I never stopped driving up into her. I leaned in and murmured at her ear.
"Inyoung. Junhyuk's mouth is bleeding."
"Haa, haah…… blood……?"
"You ought to clean it up."
Maybe I was a little sweet.
At that, Inyoung threw both arms back and groped until she found him. Still hooked at the knees over his thick arms, she pulled his nape into an embrace.
"Ghk—!"
Junhyuk wrenched his jaw aside, but he only shook. His face never got more than a handspan away from hers.
Inyoung turned her head, stuck her tongue out long, and slowly licked up his split lower lip.
Lap, haaah……
"……Mph, hey, what are you—!"
Her tongue shoved through the gap his shout had opened and drove straight into his mouth. A metallic wash of blood, mixed with spit, smeared between their lips. Speared on my cock and trembling hard, Inyoung still wound her tongue around his in a mindless tangle.
Smack, slurp, mmmph—!
"Hiiik, ahn! Slurp…… heehee, haaang—! Smack, schluu……."
Junhyuk's eyes swam, unable to find a focus. Every time he tried to clamp his mouth shut, her tongue pried it open again. The wet sound of their tongues and the sound of my hips pounding her ass into pulp tangled together, filthy, through the whole house.
I wanted to break her further.
"Feels even better getting fucked while you kiss?"
"Nnnnh…… slurp! Haaang, g-good, it's good…… hut!"
Her tongue had gone completely slack.
Inyoung pulled her mouth away and let a moan spill out. A long string of spit stretched from under her chin and dropped onto Junhyuk's chest.
His arms shuddered, and her body sagged a handspan lower.
"Hold her up properly."
The shaking arms hoisted her right back up.
I seized her narrow waist in both hands and started slamming my hips up without mercy.
Squelch! Smack, schlck!
"Haaaat! Ahn, ah! Ahn! Deep, so deep—!"
I slid my left hand up from her waist, grabbed a breast, and twisted the swollen nipple between my fingertips. At the same time my right thumb crushed her slick, glistening clit and rubbed it hard.
Glrk, schlick!
"Hiiiiiik—! Ha, I'm breaking, I'm breaking—! Nngggh……!"
Her insides clenched down on my shaft like they meant to wring it dry. I kept pounding her like that for a long while.
I couldn't hold it anymore.
I locked both hands on her hips and hauled her in until our pubic bones met.
Thud, thud, whump!
I drove up deep a few more times, then buried my swollen cock to the root and stopped my hips.
"Kh—."
Heat surged up from low in my gut.
Spurt, splurt! Spurt!
"Hiiik, hiiiiiiik—! Haaaaang—!"
Once it broke, it didn't stop. Three thick pulses, then four, pumping into her and filling her belly. Every rope that poured out made her waist twitch and jump.
Kek! Cough!
The strength dropped out of the arms Inyoung had looped around Junhyuk's neck. The tip of her tongue lolled weakly from her open mouth.
Shiver—.
Even after I'd finished, her lower half wouldn't stop trembling. Eyes unfocused, she spasmed again and again in his arms.
"Haa……."
I let out a long breath and gave her waist a light push, drawing the cock that had packed her full slowly back.
Pop, schliiik—
"Haaang, hiiik……!"
It came free, peeling away from the flesh that had clung to it, soaked. The hole that had taken all of me couldn't close right away. It stayed rounded open wide enough to swallow an egg with room to spare, the inner flesh twitching as if it were searching for the cock that had left.
Dopamine, detonating. Felt like my brain was melting.
Aaah……
He wished it were a dream. But both arms were still locked under Inyoung's thighs, holding her up. He'd been carrying her so long that his forearms had gone past numb into a shake. Her limp body bore down on them, heavier still.
Between her spread legs, the man's semen dripped and dripped and pooled on the floor.
The man turned his back, walked a few steps, and settled lazily onto the sofa. Then, with drowsy eyes, he dragged his gaze slowly up and down Junhyuk's lower half.
Please……
Junhyuk's crotch hadn't gone down once. His head was boiling with rage, and still his body stayed faithful to instinct.
The corner of the man's mouth lifted.
"Haha. Junhyuk. Your turn."
He tapped the sofa armrest with a fingertip and added:
"I warmed her up for you."
Warmed her up. As if Inyoung were something to eat.
"Have her before she gets cold."
He jerked his chin at her.
Before Junhyuk could answer, his body moved first.
"Don't—fuck, don't you dare!"
Both arms flung the woman they'd been holding and dumped her on the floor.
Thud!
"Haaang……!"
Thrown down like that, Inyoung didn't so much as wince. She lay sprawled on her back, and Junhyuk dropped to his knees between her legs. His hands caught her knees and shoved them wide to either side. Then he yanked his jeans down. His cock, flushed and straining, sprang free.
No…… no, no……
But his hips drove forward without hesitation. The twitching head met the entrance of her cunt, smeared thick with the man's cum. Sticky fluid still holding the man's heat wrapped his glans.
Slick—.
She was so slippery there was no resistance at all. He was swallowed whole.
And something was wrong. There was no tightness. It felt like stirring water. The inside of Inyoung that had always felt so good now felt like nothing. Only the man's semen clung around him, lukewarm. Stretched to fit the other man, her walls didn't even touch Junhyuk's cock.
Slosh, slosh.
Nothing but a loose, frictionless sound stabbed at his ears.
"Haaang……? Ahn, nn……."
Inyoung, half gone, blinked vacantly. Hoping her mind had come back, Junhyuk held his breath.
She squirmed her hips as if trying to feel whatever had entered her, then frowned and shook her head weakly.
"What is this…… it's too small……."
His face burned. Inyoung patted at his chest like she meant to push him off.
"P-put Master's in, pleeease…… huh? I don't want this one……!"
She turned her head and reached an arm toward the sofa.
With Junhyuk's cock still inside her.
The man looked down at the sight the way someone watches an amusing show.
"……."
Junhyuk wanted to pull out that instant, but his hips moved on their own, driving uselessly into the loose hole again and again. Inyoung didn't let out a single moan. Even the vow to kill the man had gone faint. Thick tears ran down his jaw and fell onto her chest.
Inyoung……
What was he crying for. Making a man feel bad.
Now that I'd emptied myself out, hunger came creeping in. With Inyoung like that, there was no one to put a meal on the table.
I watched the scene on the floor for a moment, then picked up the remote on the table.
Beep.
The wall-mounted TV came on, and a caption crawled along the bottom of the screen.
S.A.T.O Executive Division, Team 3, New Seoul Headquarters, is opening a public selection of new operatives to fill vacancies. This recruitment places no restriction on official rank……
The anchor's voice carried on, and the picture cut to footage of an on-site briefing. The camera found a single figure standing beyond a thicket of microphones. If it was a press conference, the flashes never let up.
The hand that had been about to change the channel stopped. I turned the volume up, and the wet slapping from the floor disappeared under it. I rolled the name from the caption quietly over my lips.
Straight black hair falling clean past her shoulders. Red eyes staring straight into the camera, cold enough to pierce through the screen. A black combat suit clung to her body. From the narrow waist down the smooth line of her thighs, not an ounce of spare flesh showed. A sword worn at a slant on her left hip caught the lights and flashed.
Wow. A sword, in this day and age.
"……That is all. We look forward to many applicants."
She finished and gave a short bow. A murmur spread through the reporters. When the shot closed in on Hayeon's face, I swallowed.
"Well, now."
I couldn't pull my eyes off those red ones.
"……She looks delicious."