Testing the Climax Stone
*Squish squish, slap slap, paang paang*
This time, since he could cum whenever he wanted, he could pump away at his leisure, unlike with Soyoung. The sandwich position had been a flop, but the threesome had opened up new frontiers in sexual pleasure.
The main event was one thing, but when both of them sucked him off together, it felt like straight-up ascension.
"Hoot, haang… How do you even know about positions like this, President? Haa-ut!"
"Yeah, really. It wasn't even in my sex diary."
Shaking off the afterglow of her climax, Soyoung looked at him and Seolhwa with envious eyes.
Seolhwa explained that what he was doing now was the riding position, where the man sits and the woman mounts him for insertion. To keep Soyoung from getting in the way, he'd lifted Seolhwa—who was in doggy—right onto his lap, naturally forming a seated setup in front of him.
While they were at it, he moved them to the sofa beside the bed.
*Squelch squelch, tsuk tsuk*
"Ahng, haat! P-President… It feels so good, harder… harder, please thrust into me, haa-ng."
This was the reverse riding position, a variant where the woman faced away. He could knead her breasts or easily rub her clit while thrusting, making women heat up faster. Even a supreme pussy like Seolhwa's was no exception.
"I'll thrust harder. Use my thighs as a foothold and lift yourself up a bit."
Her thighs, brimming with pent-up lust, became her platform. He grabbed her waist and started her self-pumping motion up and down. Sitting on the sofa meant he couldn't deliver the powerful pistoning of missionary or doggy, so he was making her fill in the gap herself.
*Tsuk tsuk, slap slap, paang paang*
"Haang…! Haat, haak… Yes, so good… Hauk, I'm gonna die!"
The insertion was fully visible, with dynamic motion on display—it was a staple in Western porn. Soyoung hadn't taught him this one; it was tucked away in President Hong's memories. He'd given it a try, and Seolhwa lost her mind over it. Definitely one to use more often.
"Oppa, did you put that mirror there on purpose?"
The downside of this position was not seeing each other's faces, which cut the visual thrill. That's why he'd set up a full-length mirror on the opposite wall, to catch the action from both the bed and sofa.
"Haut… Hoo-eut. I'm… eating your cock, President."
Overwhelmed, she hooked her legs back over his thighs and moved slowly. Seizing the moment, he kneaded one breast with one hand while rubbing her clit with the other.
Seolhwa shuddered like she'd been electrocuted, her pussy clenching and releasing his cock in terrifying waves. Her folds were already uniquely textured, and now with this varied grip, the ejaculation urge he'd been holding back surged toward the heavens.
"Kugh, what kind of grip is this… Seolhwa, you're the absolute best!"
"Ang, ang, President, President… Thrust a little more. If you cum now… Aaaak!"
He pressed her head down onto the sofa and unleashed his final pumps. With this level of buildup, he wouldn't last 30 seconds. Before blowing, he had to ramp it up to max intensity and drag her climax out too.
*Slap slap, clap clap—*squish squish, paang paang**
Blood rushed to his cock from head to toe, his vision whitening. Something snapped, and semen burst forth like a dam breaking, filling Seolhwa's depths.
*Spurt, spurt, blub blub*
Excretion and satisfaction tangled together, leaving him trembling for a while before he pulled out. Semen leaked from Seolhwa's limp crotch, soaking the sofa like milk and honey.
"Haa… Feels like four or five times now. Let's rest a bit."
As he tried to stand, Seolhwa grabbed his hand.
"I'll… clean it up for you."
Old habits from serving Jang Palbok unconsciously. She followed his final command to be free well enough, but moments like this still tugged at his heart.
He gently stroked her cheek and shook his head.
"You don't like it, and you don't need to service me like you did that old bastard. I'm plenty satisfied with your body as is—no need for that stuff anymore."
"I…"
"Yeah."
"I do it because I like it."
Huh?
"The old man's smelled bad and tasted awful, but yours smells good and tastes delicious—I want to keep sucking. Why block my fun?"
She was asserting herself now. Truly free at last.
Flustered and fumbling for words, he watched as Seolhwa stuck out her tongue and began licking the fluids off his glans.
* * *
He went to the island kitchen counter and poured a bit of low-proof whiskey into a glass. Time to test the Climax Stone.
Calling up his status window, it now mirrored the app's UI perfectly. He'd asked Asmodeus to link it so he could use it without his smartphone, and she'd hounded some developer she didn't even know to update it in days. Felt kinda bad for the poor guy.
"Oppa~ Whatcha doing?"
"Grabbing drinks. Be right there."
He pulled the Climax Stone from his inventory and crushed it lightly—it crumbled to powder just as As said. He mixed it into the whiskey, shook it up, and headed back to the sofa where they waited.
"You said drinks, but you only brought booze?"
"I poured this for myself, but then I thought of a fun way to share. Seolhwa, come here."
"Yes, President."
She approached lightly on bare feet, her fairy-of-the-forest aura driving him wild.
He drained half the glass, wrapped an arm around the fairy's smooth waist—her mouth fell open in a gasp—and pressed his lips to hers like a kiss, passing the whiskey mouth-to-mouth. She accepted it without resistance, startled but swallowing it down. Adorable.
"What's… this?"
"A drink I recommend. It'll heat your body right up."
"What~? Why discriminate? Giving it only to Seolhwa!"
Soyoung's cheeks puffed out.
"Half left. Your turn."
Soyoung didn't need it—her emotions ran rich enough—but he was curious how she'd change compared to Seolhwa.
'More colorful expressions can't hurt.'
Even after passing the drink, Soyoung didn't pull away. She slipped her tongue in for a deep kiss, her hand sliding down to fondle his cock. Round two preheat had begun.
Seeing this, Seolhwa knelt before him and started licking the shaft. Once she got going, resistance was futile. She could raise the dead.
"Puha~ You fed me that to heat me up, so take responsibility now. Seolhwa, you're up first this time, right?"
"Euh, euhm… Geuhmao." (With cock in mouth)
"Haa… I told you not to talk with dick in your mouth."
The sex diary's threesome challenge wrapped up past midnight. Two more rounds of just the two of them made five loads total before he collapsed into bed and passed out.
* * *
When he woke, Seolhwa and Soyoung had left for some appointment.
Soyoung deserved credit for dragging blank-slate Seolhwa everywhere, introducing her to friends and juniors. She'd brightened up immensely since her arrival, all thanks to Soyoung's efforts. Hopefully it'd help her acting too.
His smartphone buzzed—a message notification.
It was from an unknown number.
The composer Sin Aram. The Sex Skill had pointed her out, so she'd play a key role in this OST gig. Time was short—he needed to recruit her ASAP.
He called, and she picked up after a long wait.
"Hello?"
"Sin Aram-ssi? This is Hong Seongi from JH Entertainment. Just saw your message. Can we talk?"
"Ah, President. One moment."
Sounded like she was moving somewhere. Couldn't even take calls freely, huh.
"Sorry, President. You can speak now."
"Have you thought about my proposal?"
"I… don't understand what you mean by 'reclaiming your stolen name'…."
Bluntly pitching ghostwriting would've scared her off with a no, so he'd have to sweet-talk her in person.
"Too much for a phone call—let's meet outside. It won't hurt you at all, Aram-ssi."
Silence for a while. She was mulling it over.
"Sorry, but work's been crazy lately. Late night okay?"
"No problem for me. What time works?"
"Around 11."
Pretty late. Meant she was being worked to the bone.
"Tomorrow night at 11, I'll come to your studio. That good?"
"Yes. See you tomorrow."
PD, writer, and now composer—that'd wrap up the key hires. He had to get a firm yes from Aram tomorrow.
The next night, around 11—
He arrived early and waited near the entrance. Most studio lights were off; looked like she was the only one burning the midnight oil.
It was past 11:30 when Sin Aram emerged from the building.
Her eyes were hollow from days without sleep, hair a messy nest. A heavy bag dangled precariously from her shoulder.
Spotting him, she shuffled over timidly and bowed. She looked even more worn than before.
"Working late, I see."
"They switched my parts last minute, so it took time… Sorry to keep you waiting."
"No worries. Know any spots nearby to talk?"
"Not… really familiar with around here."
"Then I know a place…"
*Grrrooowl~*
Huh?
Sin Aram ducked her head in embarrassment. What the—it's the middle of the night! Jang Hyunho, you bastard, at least feed her before working her to death!