Convenience Store Yerim (2)
"Hnnngh… Seo Yerim… what are you doing…♡"
His body was already wound tight with sensitivity, and Yerim only ground herself against him harder, savoring every second of it.
"Oppa♡ If you were gonna end up like this anyway, you should've just kept quiet back then. Look at you now…♡"
She stroked his hair as if he were something precious and adorable, burying her face against him and drinking in his scent until her lungs were full.
"Mmm…♡ Hahh… Oppa, you smell so good. So good. I love it so much. I'm going crazy, I swear…♡"
His aching cock pressed flush against Yerim's ass. The bare contact alone was enough to send precum spilling from the head in thick, sticky threads—drip, drip—onto the floor. Watching those droplets fall, even she seemed to decide she couldn't hold back any longer.
"I can't take it, Oppa."
Forgetting entirely that she was supposed to be working, she closed in on him.
Caught in the hazy, dreamlike fog of heat and arousal, Hanbyul could only stare blankly as Yerim approached.
Why is Yerim right in front of me…? Why does she look so pretty…
"Y-You're… pretty. Hnnh…♡"
Out of his mind, he spilled the thought straight into the open air.
"…?!"
She froze almost completely and stared at him. Not with narrowed eyes meant to intimidate—her eyes went wide with pure, unfiltered surprise.
"Uh… huh?"
The part-timer stood there creaking like a broken robot. And the married man from next door, Jeon Hanbyul, only gazed at her more tenderly still.
"Cute… You're so damn cute…♡"
He was so far gone he barely registered what was coming out of his own mouth.
"Hahh…"
The rapid-fire confessions of love made Yerim's pussy clench and flutter. She let out a long, deep breath.
"Come with me."
Her words were rough; her hands were gentle. She locked the door from the inside and steered Hanbyul ahead of her into the stockroom where the inventory was kept.
"Sh-Shouldn't you be working? Yerim… You could get in trouble because of me…"
A flicker of clarity returned long enough for him to voice the worried objection—but it was already too late.
"Yeah, I should be working. But this counts as 'work' too, doesn't it…?"
Without realizing he'd already stepped into the trap, Hanbyul found himself inside the warehouse stacked high with supplies.
He started to turn, meaning to ask what exactly she planned to do back here—
"Hngh—!!!"
—and Yerim wrapped herself around him from behind, her hands sliding forward to fondle his cock.
His heart hammered against his ribs. The feel of her skin was something utterly different from anything he'd known in so long.
"S-Seo Yerim…! Wh-What do you think you're doing…!"
All the desire she'd been holding back came flooding out at once.
"Oppa’s cock. It's been so long♡"
"Ye-Yerim…! Nngh—!!!"
He tried to pull his hips back to lessen the stimulation, but the space was so cramped that all he managed to do was press into Yerim's ass instead—push, push—rubbing against her with every retreat.
From a certain angle it might have looked like he was grinding into her on purpose. Yerim wasn't stupid enough to miss the difference.
"You treat all those other bitches so well. Why are you trying to run from me all of a sudden?"
She shoved her own hips forward instead, locking him in place with her body so he had nowhere left to go.
"This is a natural physiological response, Oppa. Why are you trying to fight it?"
Her voice went soft and coaxing, lulling his guard down—and the moment his strength slackened, she spun him around and shoved him hard against the wall.
"Ugh…! Seo Yerim, you…!"
The married man put up a futile struggle. There was only one sure way to quiet that sharp little resistance.
She slipped her hand into his pants, wrapped her fingers around his shaft, and stroked.
"Nngiiihhh—!!!"
A shameless, broken moan tore out of him as every scrap of defense fell away. As if the struggle had never happened, he curled his hips and clutched at her arm with both hands, wordlessly begging for mercy.
I-I can't do this…
He had a daughter. He had a wife. He couldn't—he tried to get away—but the heat that had been burning since morning refused to settle. He hadn't even done anything special… and he came.
"I-I'm cumminggg—!!!"
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt!!!
He could only curse how sensitive his body was, how often the heat seized him. The handjob alone had been too much. He spilled inside his pants without holding a drop back.
"Oh my…"
In an instant the front of his sweats ballooned, and semen began to trickle down between his thighs. When she tugged the fabric forward and stretched it out, the thick, musky scent of his seed hit her in a wave.
"Hooohhh…♡"
Just the smell of a married man's dense cum was almost enough to make her finish on the spot. Sticky strands stretched like spider silk, and there it was—the cock that had taken her first time, that had once satisfied her so completely—standing proud and fully hard again.
"Haaah…"
Barely clinging to his senses, Hanbyul managed a single step back. Shame and humiliation made him curl in on himself, both hands flying to cover his chest and his lower half—
"Hands. You gonna move them…?"
"D-Don't wanna…♡"
The pouty little whine slipped out before he could stop it. Deep down, some part of him was waiting for this.
His mouth said no. His body said yes. The contradiction of it all.
Seo Yerim, now firmly in control of the dynamic between them, was savoring every last second of the situation with pure delight.
"Hands."
One climax had drained the fight right out of him. Blushing furiously, Hanbyul turned his face away and dropped his hands.
His cock stood out in thick, wet streaks of his own mess, and sweat traced gleaming lines down the strip of skin revealed where his shirt had ridden up. That springy, smooth body of his—if he walked the streets looking like this, the women around him would absolutely devour him without mercy.
Smack.
"Nnh…"
This time she didn't handle him roughly the way she had in the bathroom before. Instead she poured into the kiss every scrap of love she'd never been able to properly show him—everything she'd never been allowed to say.
"Ah…?"
The vivid press of her mouth against his left Hanbyul too stunned to process what was happening. He simply sat there blankly, not even registering how close Yerim had come—close enough that a flick of her tongue would have reached him. Of course, the hot, ragged breath spilling against his face eventually made it impossible not to notice.
"Hahh… hahh… Oppa. You get it now?"
"G-Get what…?"
"You still don't understand? That I like you. That I love you. Do you seriously not get it?"
She nudged his jaw open a little wider with her fingers and looked down at the small gap of his parted lips.
"You're so lewd. Going around bewitching every other woman. Look only at me. Bewitch only me. Stop wagging your tail all over the place. Oppa only has to do it for me. Got it?"
It was the kind of thing Jiwoo might have said—and she poured her love into him all over again. She forced her way into that baby-bird mouth of his and swept her tongue everywhere, craving every last piece of him. From the roof of his mouth all the way down toward his throat, she filled him with nothing but her love.
"Kh—! Khh—! Yerim…! *cough cough*! "
"Beh…"
She wiped the long string of saliva on her arm and caught her breath in the corner of the warehouse.
"Hahh… hahh…"
"We're just getting started, Oppa♡ Don't you dare think it's over already."
Panic flooded his face at her words. A tangle of emotions twisted his expression into something lost and uncertain as he edged backward—but there was nowhere left to retreat.
"Khaaahhh…♡"
Those little-animal movements of his pushed her excitement past the breaking point, and the sadism she'd been keeping under wraps finally surfaced.
"Strip."
"Uh… ah…?"
"Didn't you hear me? I said strip."
His body was burning, but he couldn't bring himself to move—some unconscious part of him fretting over whether there might be security cameras. He glanced around the cramped stockroom, searching for a lens—
"There's nothing in the warehouse, so relax. Which means you can hurry up and strip. Strip."
Hearing there had never been any cameras to begin with, he peeled his clothes off layer by layer.
Between the stacks of ramen boxes, a light blinked. He never noticed the little red glow still on…
A married man putting on a striptease in front of a woman young enough to be his daughter. Cardigan, top, pants—once they were gone, what came into view was—
"Huh…?"
—the bite marks Jiwoo had left on him that morning, dark and vivid as kiss marks.
Yerim stared at the brands in a daze. At first she only looked, wondering what they were—then understanding clicked into place almost at once.
"Oppa, did your wife leave you kiss marks again? Just like last time?"
"Uh… y-yeah…"
"Is she away on a business trip again? Khh~♡"
Seo Yerim teased him with a wicked little grin, something dark and hungry sliding over her face. Then, without another word, she shoved him down flat.
"Then this time, I'll leave my own. Oppa…♡"
She pressed her mouth to his thigh, right over the places where Jiwoo's teeth had already marked him.
"Haaah~"
"Hnnnngh…!"
His cock and hips jerked and twitched; his fingers fluttered uselessly at his sides.
"Hahp!"
The moment her lips sealed against him, her tongue dragged over the whole area—and then her teeth sank in.
"Aahhn…! Ye-Yerim… th-that hurts…"
"Just a little longer, Oppa. Almost done. Hnnh♡"
Hanbyul's sweet, melting moans went on and on. By the time she finished, he was on the edge of blacking out, drool slipping from the corner of his mouth.
"All done…! Oppa, I fixed them for you. Aren't I good?"
Hanbyul dropped hard onto his ass with a thud.
"Huh…?"
"S-Stop it already… You can't do any more… Please… stop…"
His hips trembled violently through another climax, a display so lewd it bordered on vulgar—and watching it, she only smiled.
"Oppa, why do you keep turning me on like this? Seriously, this is all your fault, so don't you dare blame me."
In one swift motion she stripped off her own pants, climbed on top of him, and took his cock in hand to guide it into place. She rubbed the head against her lower lips as if she meant to tease him first—and then—
Schlick—!
She swallowed him to the root in a single thrust.
"…!!!!!!"
"Hooohhh…♡ This… This is it…♡"
Hanbyul's mouth worked soundlessly, eyes rolling back, and she paid it no mind at all as she started riding him hard and fast. Even in her convenience-store vest, her full, tightly packed breasts and the flash of muscle beneath made her presence impossible to ignore.
A firm, lean body without a scrap of spare flesh. All that training showed in the powerful clamp of her thighs and ass, the grip around him fierce and relentless. And more astonishing still—she showed no sign of tiring whatsoever.
"Haang… Oppa… I've wanted to taste Oppa's cock so bad…♡"
She pulled him into her arms and whispered her love straight into his ear.
"I love you… I love you… I really love you… Oppaa~♡"
She bit down on the shell of his ear—hahp—and rolled her hips forward and back. With the head of his cock catching on the mouth of her womb, unable to push any deeper, she clenched her pussy around him for one more jolt of stimulation—
"I-I can't take this…♡"
His voice came out so young and fragile it could have belonged to a high-schooler, trembling and sweet. It almost felt like she was fucking a student instead of a married man.
She never once slowed the relentless rhythm of her hips. Slick juices and thick cum churned together, making filthy, wet sounds with every thrust.
"Oppaoppaoppa♡"
She ran her hands over the bow-curve of his waist as if he already belonged to her, touching him everywhere, licking, sucking.
There was no end in sight to the PE major's appetite.
"Oppa! Cum once for me first—aaahhh~!!!"
His cock gave a heavy, violent twitch, and she felt the heat surge. Sensing how close he was, she lifted her hips until the head was nearly free—
Slap—!!!
—and slammed back down.
At the same instant—
"Nngiiihhh!!!!"
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt!!!
Semen shot into Yerim's womb like a waterfall. Every time a pulse of cum struck the mouth of her cervix, Seo Yerim's whole body jerked hard in answer.
"Hngh… I can still… still do more…♡"
She could barely form the words, but her lust hadn't cooled in the slightest. Convenience-store Yerim rolled her hips all over again.