Lust on the Open Deck
"If it were you, Representative, you could embrace women far better than me."
"Why do you think that?"
"You're tall and handsome, a chaebol third-gen, and CEO of a major agency. What woman could resist those conditions?"
"What about you? Would you fall for it?"
"I..."
She's probably weighing me against Park Hyungpil. Naturally, the scales tip his way.
"No need to answer. It's all over your face."
"......"
Leaving the lavishly decorated banquet hall behind, they ascended to a lounge area with open windows that blended indoor comfort with the outdoor breeze. One more flight up, and they'd reach the outdoor open deck—the main stage for tonight.
It was her first time on a cruise, so she'd poked her head into every eye-catching spot. He must have mistaken that for scouting sex locations.
"Promise me first."
"Shoot."
"I'll set up a meeting with the Executive Director when we get back, so you have to negotiate."
"Obviously. That's what I was going to ask for anyway."
"And it's a dangerous day, so please use a condom."
Uh-oh. That's a problem.
"That kills the fun of creampieing. Oral should be fine, though, right?"
She nodded reluctantly, her face paling. The reason she's so desperate for me to cum inside isn't that.
"Finally, if I say stop, you stop."
"Why ask that after following me this far?"
"What if you demand something I can't handle? Like... other hol—"
"I don't have a fetish for ass either."
"Anyway, keep your promises."
"I will. Want me to sign a contract?"
She let out a small laugh and climbed the stairs first. Guess she's made up her mind.
*****
The open deck's props changed with events, but tonight featured tables for tea and comfy lounge chairs. The soft artificial turf on the floor added a nice touch of ambiance.
No bed like in the cabin for comfy fucking, but outdoor sex thrived on that slight discomfort—it amped up the thrill. The gentle breeze, cloudless sky, and distant horizon were the best props anyway. Nothing else needed.
Grace's expression brightened as she faced the cool wind, taking in the sea.
"I love wide-open spaces like this, but Korea's so cramped—everyone's always trying to go indoors. When there's nowhere left, they just go up."
"That's why they call it an apartment republic."
"How did you know? That I like places like this."
"When a woman wants to fuck, her tastes show right up. Makes it easier to claim her."
"...What do you see in me?"
"You, straddling me on an empty beach, panting hot breaths. Me feeling every ridge of your pussy while licking those perky nipples..."
"S-stop!"
Her inner desires laid bare must've embarrassed her. Despite her words, the black aura had nearly vanished. Time to heat things up.
"What now... what should I do?"
"That dutiful line kills the intimate vibe. I'll let it slide since you didn't come willingly, but no more of that till we're done."
"......"
Her passive 'I'll just wait' attitude was a no-go. Before feeding her cum, I needed her craving my body.
As he approached Grace, he bit the inside of his cheek lightly. Tasting blood, he grabbed her shoulders and kissed her passionately, shoving his tongue in to lick her gums and push saliva mixed with blood down her throat.
Asmodeus said spit and blood had aphrodisiac effects too, if weaker than cum. Once orange attraction showed, claiming her would be easy.
"Haa... haa, you're... so good at kissing."
"Your tongue work's no joke. I get why the Executive Director's hooked on you."
"Please don't mention him."
It probably felt like betrayal. He'd turn that into the pleasure of depravity.
"I'm jealous of him. Monopolizing a fresh body like yours—must've been heaven."
"Keep bringing him up and..."
"If it bugs you, do something about this pissed-off dick. Bet you'd make me moan if you sucked it."
Predictably, it swelled, straining against his pants. Surprised by the size, her aura flickered, shifting to orange.
"B-but here? The crew might see."
"Why'd I rent the whole damn yacht then? No one's coming up till we head down."
Reassured, she dropped to her knees and pulled down his pants. Her eyes widened at the boldly erect cock. At least bigger than the Executive Director's.
She kissed the glans, then gently rolled her tongue over his balls. Her face intoxicated by the musky male scent. She might not even need cum, but to make her his slave, he had to show her paradise tonight.
Instead of cursing, Grace wrapped her arms around his neck, breathing hot against his ear.
"Haaang, something's wrong with me... Representative, your turn now, ahh...!"
Sending sticky, lustful glances, she sat on the lounge chair, hiking up her skirt and sliding off her panties. Her pretty pussy was already slick, waiting for him.
The plump labia majora tempted him not to rush. He spread them lightly with fingers, licking from outer lips toward her clit.
"Haht, haaah... ahh! R-Representative... there, right thereee. Haat, haaaang...!"
"Better than the Executive Director?"
"Haaang! Th-that's..."
"No answer? I stop."
"Ahht! P-please... your tongue, Representative, it's better! Haaah, keep... sucking it, hngh!"
Quietly triumphant, he worked his tongue busily. Grace writhed, pulling his head closer. No more teasing—he spread her legs, positioning himself.
"Representative, the condom..."
Still thinking straight, huh.
"Put it on me. With your mouth."
Remembering Tenpro girls doing it, he said it offhand, but she hooked the condom ring on his glans without hesitation, rolling it down with her lips.
"Haa... haa... Representative, hurry..."
She pulled him onto the chair, straddled him, and mounted. Her half-on blouse annoyed him—he stripped it off, revealing voluptuous breasts asserting their presence. Should've sucked these first.
Slurp slurp, squelch squelch, slap, slap.
"Ahhk, aaak... haaah! So good, too good! Haat, Representative, I'm going crazy... haaaang...!"
Even through the condom, her pussy's dynamic ridges gripped vividly. He'd guessed it was top-tier watching her with Hyungpil, but this exceeded imagination. No wonder that fickle bastard was obsessed.
Squelch squelch, smack smack.
"Heuk, fu... fuck, what kind of grip is this... you're no joke, huh?"
"Wh-what do I do! It keeps getting harder. Haht, haaaang! R-Representative... harder, more!"
So that's why Asmodeus warned it'd be tough.