Sex Diary: Positions Men Dare Not Speak Of
Na Jisung meticulously examined the video I'd given him.
"No issues training it, but we need footage of someone with a similar build to you, Jinho hyung. Deepfakes are synthetic anyway."
"Then use mine. Our builds are about the same, right?"
Fortunately, Hong Seongi and I had similar physiques. His dick was a bit bigger, but fuck it.
"Cool, then head to a studio I know with a bluescreen and shoot quick."
I ended up as the unwitting source for the manipulated video and drove back to Seoul.
"As."
> [Why?]
"Can you keep using that snake thing that wrapped around the shrine maiden and my neck back then?"
> [My babies? No problem using them. What for?]
That creepy snake must be like a pet to her.
"Park Hyungpil probably won't swing at Hong Seongi recklessly, but if he's cornered, who knows what he'll do. I need something to protect myself in a pinch."
Getting kidnapped again was a hard pass.
> [As I said before, even demons can't directly mess with human life and death. But protecting a contractor in danger? That's doable. Even if you die, as long as you're not chopped into pieces, I can revive you. No worries.]
She said the horrific shit so casually. Demon through and through.
"Didn't that shrine maiden just get attacked?"
> [Attacked the filthy ghost possessing her body. Daring to leer at exalted me with impure eyes? Deserved to die.]
So that's how it was. She couldn't attack directly, but she could block for me if I was targeted. Huge win already. At least Park Hyungpil wouldn't get the drop on me again.
"Grabbing an officetel soon as I hit Seoul. You got any requests?"
> [Bed and bathroom as luxurious as possible. Gotta be a sight to see.]
Huh?
> [Didn't know? I'm always watching from the side when you fuck? Just watching gets me off pretty good.]
The fuck? Who gave this bitch permission to peep?
> [Having me around boosts the female's sensitivity. Good for you too, right?]
"So Seoah and Soyoung being so aggressive—was that your influence?"
> [I influenced them a bit, but those girls were already top-tier in sensitivity. Gotta be that good to give me the pleasure I crave.]
I'd heard some people get more excited knowing someone's watching during sex, but not me. If you're gonna watch, at least materialize and make it a threesome, fuck.
I found an officetel as far from the company as possible. Leaving Gangnam meant similar rent for way more space. Commute sucked now, but I wasn't sticking around there long anyway.
Got a round king-size bed big enough to roll around fucking on. As should be happy. It was her money anyway, so I splurged a bit.
Thought about calling Mingyu hyung for housewarming drinks, but someone beat me to it.
"Whoa~ This bed's huge. Where'd you get it?"
Soyoung beat me to the punch, calling for housewarming and showing up fast. Checking the bed and bathroom first thing? Yeah, not here for the housewarming.
She buzzed around, then grinned and shoved her smartphone screen at me. Something was written in a memo app.
"What's all this? Sex diary?"
"Stuff I wanna try with you, oppa. Changes every time, but without notes, we'll repeat. I'll explain positions as we go. Minimum three rounds today."
Succubus possession? Why's she going so hard?
"Today's costume... I'll show you. Wait a sec."
She vanished into the room. Positions men can't even mention? Where'd she dig these up?
> [Love an eager bitch. The more she cums, the more pleasure I get. Accept it.]
Soyoung emerged flushed and beaming. Speechless.
Sheer see-through lingerie, breasts spilling out with just wire framing, frills teasing over nipples ramping up the fetish. Below? Crotchless panties linked by straps—perfect cover yet fuckable without removing. Perverted genius design, essence of sexy. On model Soyoung? Devastating.
"How's... this?"
I pointed down silently. My raging hard-on spoke for me.
"Hehe, glad I agonized over buying it."
"But... what's that tattoo thing?"
Something on her womb area. Like what I saw during sex with As, but not ominous. When'd she get that?
"Womb tattoo. Not real, sticker. Matches the outfit. 'Deep Focus' pattern."
"Deep Focus?"
"Lets a woman feel everything inside her pussy vividly. Wanna feel your cock more intensely."
Up close: uterus shape with sperm entering. All meaningful.
"Others like 'Liberated' for shameless public flashing, 'Sensitivity' triples G-spot feels, 'Slave' for total submission, 'Messaging' for dirty thoughts..."
"Stop! Why explain so eagerly?"
"Anyway, over thirty meaningful patterns."
"That's a lot. You planning to try 'em all one by one?"
"If oppa wants."
"I don't!"
"Hing~ Thought it'd turn you on more..."
Well, it did. Begging to be fucked.
"But why don't you request anything, oppa?"
"Request what?"
"Guys usually beg for sexy lingerie or stickers. You say nothing, so I figure it out. Sex is great, but you're clueless at setting the mood. Tell me what to wear, poses to try next time."
"Sex is just about feeling good, right? Why research like a thesis?"
Sexology PhD vibes.
"I hate routine. That's why I act, playing different roles. Same for sex. Same suck, thrust, cum—gets boring fast. Wanna switch it up and fuck you forever."
She could talk sex with such serious eyes.
"How'd you know about 'positions men can't mention'?"
"Magazines for 20s women feature 'em. More exist, but switching too much kills the vibe. Just five today. Change to what you want mid-way."
If sex was war, she was a born general. Knowledge before, now blooming in practice.
"Fill these first."
Leather collar, cuffs, anklets. Chains to link. Prepared to the hilt.
*Slurp... chuup chuup*
Soyoung, collared like a dog, hands and feet bound, sucked my cock with just mouth and tongue. Kneeling, bobbing back and forth, chains rattling. Fuck, the conquest rush.
"Haa... Bound fellatio's about dropping low, showing submission over affection—turns guys on more. How's it for you, oppa?"
"Kuh, love it. Feels like I can do whatever to surrendered Soyoung. Fucking exciting."
*Sluuurp... schlop, slurp... suck...*
"Me too, like you bound me just for sex. Can't hold? Cum on my face."
That sticky permission triggered me.
*Spurt, splurt splurt splurt*
Semen erupted like fireworks, coating her face. She licked around her mouth, gazing up lazily.
Not even inserted yet, but a new world of arousal.
"Haaang, haat...! Oppa, too deep! Haat, haha, haaaang...!"
'Erotic Arch' was a twisted missionary. Legs over shoulders, knees up high lifting her ass. Naturally piles deeper from above. Me pressing down, her C-shaped below—pumping easier than expected.
"Ang, ang, weird... hng, oppa, faster, haang, inside, huut!"
Squatting low forced more power, stimulating her depths. Looked less 'hard for guys to say' and more 'girl's favorite.' Did she trick me?