No Need for Mind Games
Ever since I started my part-time job at the cafe, a steady morning routine had taken shape.
I woke at dawn to fix my own breakfast, preparing an easy meal Yeo-eun could grab whenever she got up. I never skipped the stretches and meditation I had practiced back at the temple, either. Afterward, all that remained was making myself presentable and heading out the door to arrive by eight o'clock.
Looking tidy was the only condition Boss had insisted upon, and it was hardly a demanding one. She had simply told me not to show up looking unkempt with unwashed hair—a standard so basic it went without saying.
"Haaah... Mmmph..."
"Noona, what are you doing?"
"Hngh... Eek?! When did you wake up?"
A stifling pressure had pulled me from slumber, and sure enough, Yeo-eun was crouched beside me, her nose buried deep into the crook of my neck. As I pushed myself upright, I caught sight of her whipping her hand out from inside her tiny gym shorts.
"Uh... did you sleep well?" she stammered.
"Yeah, I did. What were you doing just now?"
"Huh? Nothing! Nothing at all. I just wanted to see your face before I went to sleep..."
Her face was flushed crimson. The sweet, musky scent hanging in the bedroom air was more than enough proof that she was lying through her teeth.
"Noona, remember when I told you I hate liars?"
"Ah... sorry. I was just... doing a little something."
"Were you masturbating while staring at my face?"
"Uh... yeah."
Ever since our first time together, Yeo-eun had been throwing herself at me at every conceivable hour, and I had spent the past few days turning her down at every turn.
"Sigh... This won't do. Strip."
"Wait, really?"
"Yeah. Hurry up."
Truth be told, part of me wanted nothing more than to vent my boundless sex drive on her. But I had my reasons for holding back. I worried she might become so hopelessly addicted to my body that she would neglect her streaming career, and more importantly, I wanted to train her. If I gave her everything she craved the moment she asked, wouldn't she tire of it just as quickly? I reined myself in so she would fall deeper, until she was utterly powerless to resist my word. People always value what is hard to win far more than what comes easily. In simple terms, I was playing hard to get.
Back then, of course, I didn't realize how completely unnecessary those mind games really were.
"I'm naked!"
In the blink of an eye, Yeo-eun had shucked off every scrap of fabric from top to bottom.
"Get up on the bed. Spread your legs and hold your knees."
"O-okay..."
She scrambled onto my mattress, pulling her legs back into a wide M-shape. Her plump pussy glistened wetly in the morning light. It was high time to slacken the reins just a little; push someone away too hard, and they might go astray. Besides, between the cafe and everything else, I had plenty of built-up tension of my own to burn off.
I curled my fingers and began teasing the sensitive folds of her slit.
Squish.
"Ahhn! S-so good... Jeongseo's fingers... it's completely different from touching myself..."
"Be honest with me, Noona. How many times did you pull this while I was asleep?"
"W-well, that's..."
"Should I stop?"
"No! To be honest... every day. I came in every single morning!"
That was genuinely a little terrifying—knowing she had knelt beside me at dawn, getting off while watching my sleeping face.
"Put yourself in my shoes for a second. Don't you think that's a bit overwhelming?"
"Ahn, haaaahn..."
"Answer me."
"Hngh! I'm sorry... I'm so sorry I'm like this..."
My fingers circled her swollen clitoris, teasing the exposed bud before tracing the outer lips down to the entrance of her cunt. Every so often, I let a fingertip brush lightly against her urethra. That gentle torment alone was enough to make her screw her eyes shut, tears pooling at the corners of her lashes from sheer ecstasy.
"I told you before, didn't I? It's morning. I haven't even washed the sleep from my eyes or brushed my teeth."
"Huuuugh... But you're still so pretty, Jeongseo..."
"I could look even prettier... wait, no. Stop calling me pretty. Tell me I look cool."
"Mmhm... sorry. You're always so cool, Jeongseo. Hehehe, h-hoooooh?!"
I thrust my index finger deep into her tight channel, twisting my wrist to scrape the pads of my fingers across her ribbed inner walls. Given our opposing schedules, the hours we could spend together were limited at best. I knew that full well, but I couldn't resist nagging her a little anyway.
"What about your work? Are you streaming properly? I prefer women who take their jobs seriously."
"Nnnngh! Y-yes! Of course! I've been strea—working super hard lately!"
"Then I suppose you've earned a reward."
I stood and shoved my pajama bottoms down. My morning erection sprang free, rigid and jutting fiercely toward the ceiling.
"Put your legs down."
"Okay... but, Jeongseo, can I—"
"Noona. We do this my way first."
"Mm... alright."
Her eyes practically burned with desperate craving the instant my pants dropped. Keeping her yearning in check, I guided her into position.
"Squeeze your tits together. I'm going to sit on them."
"Huh? On top of my chest?"
"Got a problem with that?"
"No... it's fine."
She cupped both hands around her heavy breasts, pressing them into a plush valley. Planting a foot on either side of her head, I lowered my weight onto her cleavage, then crossed my legs cross-legged style so that her head rested securely on my calves.
"Suck it."
"Haaah... Jeongseo's cock... hmph!"
The thick shaft reached her lips with room to spare. The moment the command left my mouth, she engulfed the flared head with ravenous greed. Her wide mouth—the very same mouth that usually showed off such a bright, easygoing smile on her streams—was now stuffed full of my prick. As she clamped down and sucked with fervent suction, electric shivers danced up my spine.
"Your pussy's far too weak to last, so put your back into sucking. You know what I mean, right?"
"Slurp... mmmph... schluck, schluck..."
"Tell me if I'm too heavy or if it hurts."
With my dick still plugging her throat, she shook her head frantically from side to side. The novel friction set my nerves ablaze.
"Ah, that feels amazing. Have you been practicing your technique?"
"Gulp... phwa! Mm... maybe a little?"
"Good girl. But who said you could spit it out?"
My expression hardened, and Yeo-eun scrambled to take the shaft back into her mouth in a panic. Watching her eager compliance, a small smile touched my lips as I stroked her hair. Seeing a woman so much taller and stronger than me bend so meekly to my whims filled me with profound psychological satisfaction.
"That's it, such a good girl. Mmm... right there. Just like that, a little more."
"Schluuurp... ack, cough! Gurgle... schluck..."
She held nothing back, bobbing her head with enough vigor to bury the head straight into the back of her throat. Her hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer while her wide eyes stayed locked on my face, watching every flicker of pleasure I showed. Strangely enough, she looked even more ecstatic than I did.
"Noona... that's enough. I want to put it in now."
"Phwaah... okay. Then let me get on top—"
"No. Turn around and get on all fours."
"What? On my stomach? Really?"
She stared at me in sheer disbelief.
"Hurry."
"Okay... please take care of me. You're really okay, right? You aren't pushing yourself too hard for my sake, are you...?"
Smack!
Sick of her fretting over my tiny frame, I gave her breast a sharp swat as I stood up.
"Just get on your knees."
"Eeeek! Okay, okay!"
When she dropped onto all fours, her already generous ass seemed to balloon in size. Each cheek looked broader than my entire face. Gripping both sides, I parted the soft flesh with my hands.
Shhhlick.
A wet, sticky sound seemed to hang in the air as her tight seam separated, exposing the glistening, soaked pink within. Just above sat her tiny, lightly colored anus, resembling a neat little beauty mark resting above the folds.
"Hah... haah... Does it look gross?"
"Not at all. It's cute."
"What? Cute?!"
She twisted her torso around, peeking over her shoulder to gauge my expression. She had actually been terrified that her backside looked unsightly to me.
"Hold on tight this time. Don't go finishing all on your own like you did before."
Her face hardened into an expression of grim determination, as if she were preparing to charge into battle. Of course, striking such a resolute pose while completely naked on elbows and knees, with heavy breasts drooping all the way to the mattress like a dairy cow's udder, only looked absurdly comical.
"Mm! I'll hold on! I'm not going down that easily this—hoooooly shiiiit!"
Pinning her hips down with both hands, I drove my cock home in one ruthless thrust. It was a humiliating reality, but even when we were both kneeling, her rear stood taller than my waist.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
"Hiiiiiieeeek! The angle... what is this?! It feels so weird!"
Because of our height disparity, the shaft drove in at a steep upward incline, gouging into an entirely different sweet spot along her ceiling. I hadn't even completed a handful of strokes before she began shrieking loud enough to wake the entire apartment complex, her upper body collapsing flat against the sheets.
Slap! Slap!
"Shut up! Are you trying to announce to the whole neighborhood that we're fucking?"
"Hwaaaah! But I can't hold it back... I can't take this!"
"Bite the pillow!"
I barked the order while delivering a stinging slap to her jiggling ass. Yeo-eun buried her face into my pillow with desperate obedience, muffling her desperate wails.
"That's it. Keep it muffled just like that."
Planting my hands firmly on her hips, I rose onto my feet in a low crouch, leaning forward over her back. My fingers curled around her slender waist, which looked impossibly narrow against the tremendous flare of her thighs.
"Here it comes."
Pound! Pound! Pound!
I buried myself to the very hilt. Her narrow, velvet passage clamped around my girth like a custom-tailored glove. I picked up the tempo, slamming my hips forward with rhythmic fury until her pale cheeks blushed a vivid, angry crimson. Like a scrappy terrier mounting a magnificent hound, I drove into her until the wet, lewd slapping of flesh echoed throughout the room.
"Ngh!"
Her engorged walls clamped down on my prick like a vise, refusing to let go. Muffled moans tore ceaselessly into the pillow beneath her. She had already come several times over.
"Haaaaah...!"
At last, the blinding crest washed over me. Arching my back, I yanked the shaft free from her depths. Whether it was due to my sheer size or the elasticity of her inner lining, the wet flesh clung stubbornly to the crown before turning inside out and peeling away with an audible pop.
Spurt! Splat! Splatter!
Thick ropes of semen arced through the air, raining heavily across the curve of her back before sluggishly dripping down the deep valley of her spine. Yeo-eun remained frozen on all fours, her ass shoved high into the air as her thighs trembled uncontrollably.
"Haaah... that was good. Noona, you alright?"
Silence.
"Noona? Hey, Noona?"
She had passed out cold, locked in that shameless, ass-up pose. Just like the first time.
"Sigh... Seriously?"
I grabbed a box of tissues and some wet wipes, cleaning the sticky pearlescent mess from her back and wiping away the pool of juices slicking her inner thighs.
Usually, the woman is supposed to take care of this.
My knowledge came from the adult videos of this world, so I couldn't be entirely certain, but our dynamic had been upside-down from the very start. In this society, a man typically blew his load in a couple of minutes and collapsed into a limp heap, leaving the woman to finish herself off by hand. Considerate men might suck on her nipples or slide a finger inside to help, and whether she reached an orgasm or gave up from exhaustion, that was usually the end of it. Afterward, the woman would clean up the mess and tenderly coddle the tired male—though the ways women pampered their men varied wildly.
None of that applied to us, simply because Yeo-eun passed out every single time.
"Good grief... what an absolute scrub."
She lay there unconscious, presenting her bare, dripping rear to the world. A fleeting impulse told me to ignore her faint and drill into her one more time, but I reined myself in. I had come to realize that with my boundless stamina, a single partner like Yeo-eun was nowhere near enough to siphon off all my urges. Seeing Leehyun's submissive reaction earlier had made me think I wouldn't need to hold back in this world, but that had been wishful thinking.
If all women folded as easily as Yeo-eun, I was going to need quite a few of them.
"Clean up the rest yourself, scrub."
I draped the duvet over her mountain of an ass, pinned the quick note by her head, and headed into the bathroom to get ready for work.
Would the day ever come when Yeo-eun could stay awake until the very end?