Tangible Reality
I was satisfied.
For the very first time, it felt like I had succeeded in moderating my stamina. The Boss hadn't passed out. Though she had shrieked loud enough at the end for the entire street to hear, her mind remained completely intact. Right now, she was even reveling in the afterglow while doing her best to soothe me. Cutting it off when I did had clearly been the right call.
"Jeongseo, are you all right? You worked so hard."
"I'm fine. Maybe it's just my unique constitution, but it really wasn't that exhausting."
"Still... how are you feeling? Are you doing okay emotionally?"
A woman's breasts, her intimate parts, and her breathless moans—the Boss was worried that being exposed to such things might have depressed me or left a sour taste in my mouth. To reassure her that I was truly fine, I gave her breasts a soft, lingering squeeze.
"Really? You shouldn't lie about this sort of thing."
"Yes, don't worry. In fact, fondling your breasts actually calms my nerves."
"You really are built different, aren't you...? So you don't mind mine either?"
"Not at all. I love them!"
I offered her a bright, beaming smile. Watching me from above, the color rushed right back into the Boss's cheeks.
"You really are something... Whew. I always thought my chest was just a useless nuisance, but hearing you say you like them makes me so happy."
"Can I suck on your nipples too?"
"Mm-hmm! Of course! Do whatever you want, Jeongseo."
She even murmured that she wouldn't mind extending break time if necessary. I politely told her not to push it, then leaned in to capture the rosy nipple right beside my cheek.
This gesture was partly customer service, though it was equally true that doing so grounded me. I knew full well how this manner of speaking and acting could utterly disarm a woman's heart. Since it felt good for both of us, there was no reason to hold back.
"Hm? What is it?"
"Touch me, please."
"Really? Are you sure?"
"Yes. Hurry."
I took her hand and guided it down onto my cock before taking her nipple back into my mouth.
"Well, in that case... Ahem."
Unable to conceal her widening grin, the Boss gently stroked my shaft. A slick film of my semen mingled with her own wetness still coated the skin, delightfully slippery to the touch. Her gaze darted back and forth between my face and my lap.
Ah... surprisingly enough, this posture is pretty comfortable.
I was currently cradled in her arms. We had stayed in this exact position ever since we finished a few moments ago. When I finally withdrew my cock after that prolonged release, I had honestly expected her to collapse flat on the table, given the piercing scream she had let out. But she hadn't. Instead, she had turned around and effortlessly swept me up into a bridal carry.
My past-life memories made me instinctively bristle at being carried like a princess, yet I yielded to her hold without protest.
'It must be hard to stand, right? Let's take a quick breather.'
Those had been the first words out of her mouth once we finished. She had sat down on the chair while keeping me nestled securely against her torso, which was why we were still conversing like this, enveloped in each other's body heat. We shared the cozy, languid exhaustion and gentle buzz that followed good sex. Her face looked practically luminous, radiating pure bliss. Having purged my own pent-up impulses, my mind felt light as a cloud, and resting in her embrace was as comfortable as sinking into an ergonomic recliner.
"Hey, Jeongseo. About that girl from earlier..."
"Slurp. Who?"
"You know... the student who asked for your number."
"Yes?"
Sensing she had more on her mind, I reluctantly parted my lips from her breast.
"Even to my eyes, she looked pretty cute... and seemed to have a nice personality, too."
"And?"
"Why didn't you give her your number? Or even your Inbyeol handle?"
Perhaps because I had sucked on it with some vigor, her pink bud stood taut and erect, glistening beneath the sheen of my saliva.
"She's a student."
"Come on, she's practically all grown up. She can't be more than a year or two younger than you."
"I suppose that's true."
Still craving the contact, my fingers began teasing her other breast, rolling and pinching the dry nipple between my fingertips.
"You shut her down so cleanly, without leaving an inch of wiggle room. I was just wondering if there was another reason."
"It wouldn't be right to do that while on the job."
"Ah... well, I appreciate the professionalism, but you're in the prime of your youth. You could have bent the rules a little on the sly..."
Because of my previous life's memories, I often forgot that my current body was only twenty years old. Mentally speaking, I had lived far longer than that.
"Boss."
"Hm? Ah, sorry. Did I pry too much?"
At the pale tip of her bosom, the blush of her areola and nipple looked strikingly vivid. The color was so captivating that my eyes kept wandering back down. In both shape and size, they were remarkably balanced, leaning toward neither excess nor lack. Still, I made a conscious effort to tilt my head up and meet her gaze.
"She's not my type. I have preferences, you know."
"Huh? Oh... well, sure. Of course."
"To me, you're far prettier, Boss."
"Ah... haha. Thanks. Even if you're just being polite, it's nice to hear."
She seemed to take it as mere flattery. I had thought something similar before, but in my past life, a woman with her striking features could easily have made a living as an actress—or at least a model.
"I'm not just saying that to be nice. I mean it."
"Oh, stop it... That can't be true. I know full well how men look at me."
Pinch.
"Aah! Ow! Jeongseo, that hurts!"
I gave the nipple I had been rolling between my fingers a sharp, punishing squeeze. The Boss let out a startled shriek.
"I told you, I mean it. In my eyes, you are far prettier."
"Jeongseo, please, it hurts! Let go of my nipple... please!"
"I am completely serious."
"Yes, yes! Okay! I get it, so please let go!"
Seeing her nod her head furiously, I finally released her breast. Tiny tears welled in the corners of her eyes.
"Ugh... honestly. Why did you have to pinch so hard?!"
"Because you wouldn't believe me. Do I look like a liar to you?"
"What? No... of course not. Ah... I'm sorry."
When my gaze drifted back toward her exposed chest, she hurriedly raised her hands to shield her breasts. Watching the generous swell flatten and spread beneath her palms gave me the urge to do the same.
"I told you this before, so why don't you believe me?"
"Well, that's... um. Sigh... I'm sorry."
"From now on, just take whatever I say at face value. Understand?"
"Okay. I will."
"Even if I claim red beans can make soybean paste, you're going to believe me. If I say it, it's because I've actually witnessed it. Got it?"
"Y-yes... understood. I'll believe everything."
I brushed her defensive hands aside and pressed both my open palms against her chest in her place, savoring the soft, yielding elasticity beneath my touch.
"Um... so, Jeongseo?"
"Yes?"
"Does that mean... it's okay for me to get a little hopeful?"
"Of course. My standards are very strict, you know. Facial symmetry is extremely important to me."
"Huh? Wait, what does that..."
Kneading her soft flesh, I scrutinized her features. While not utterly flawless, her symmetry was quite remarkable. Today, however, her brows seemed slightly off.
"Pay a bit more attention when you do your eyebrows. Your mascara, too. The left and right lengths don't match, and the angles are uneven."
"I... I see. Sorry. I'll take more care from now on."
That was a relief. I had been biting my tongue because it seemed like such a trivial detail to bring up, but in everyday life, countless small imperfections grated on my obsessive tendencies. I couldn't go around rearranging everything to my personal liking, as that was physically impossible. Yet when those little irritants accumulated, they risked triggering my destructive urges. Having found an outlet made things far more manageable, but the fewer annoyances in my sight, the better.
"Oh, right. Boss, you haven't wiped your pussy yet."
"What? Ah... right. Pussy... giggle. You really don't hold back with your words, do you, Jeongseo?"
"This isn't the time to laugh. It probably leaked all over the chair."
"Pfft. It's fine. You really never change."
It was definitely not fine. In the haze of relieving my urges, I had let my guard down for a moment. Slipping down from her lap, I gave her thigh an impatient pat.
"Hurry up and stand."
"I'm telling you, it's fine. I've been clamping down hard down there."
"You think clenching is enough to stop it?"
"Say what you want about the rest of me, but I've been training my lower body since I was young... Wait, you're right, that probably wouldn't work, would it?"
After babbling nonsense, she finally stood up at my insistence. Yet when I inspected the seat she had vacated, there was hardly a mark on it. I had assumed my semen would have poured out completely.
"See? Didn't I tell you? My womb already gulped it all down~"
She rubbed her lower abdomen with a playful grin. Had I ejaculated so deeply that it remained sealed inside, or had her pelvic floor muscles genuinely managed to hold it all in? I had no idea.
"Let's clean your cock first, Jeongseo. Come here."
As I stood there at a loss for words, the Boss fetched a packet of wet wipes. Assuming she intended to clean me off, I waited patiently. She knelt down on the floor before me.
"Ah-umm. Sluuuurp."
"Why are you putting it in your mouth?!"
Gripping my cock with one hand, she had engulfed it between her lips without the slightest hesitation. She eagerly sucked on my softened, semi-flaccid shaft, peeling back the foreskin with her fingers to work her tongue into every crevice.
"Schlurp. You said it was fine before... Does this bother you?"
"No, it's not that, but it must smell."
"It doesn't bother me at all! It's all yours anyway—well, mine too, I guess. I'll lick it spotless for you."
Her nimble tongue coaxed my erection back to life in seconds. As my cock thickened and stood proud once more, she sucked on it with ravenous delight, remarking that it was much easier to manage now that it was fully hard. She extended her tongue all the way down to the base, licking every inch clean.
"Ngh... that feels... You made it sound like you were just going to wipe it."
"Chuckle. Your expression is so cute, Jeongseo... Are you sensitive?"
"Yes. But it feels good."
She took the head back into her mouth and grabbed my buttocks firmly with both hands. Opening and narrowing her lips, she gradually drew the erect shaft deeper, opening her throat with far more finesse than earlier.
"Gulp. Hngh. Haaah..."
"Ah... that's amazing."
"If we go another round, I won't be able to work this afternoon like last time... so let me just take care of you. You don't mind, right?"
"I don't mind."
Looking up at me with an affectionate grin, she lowered her posture even further to envelop me once more. The difference in our heights looked awkward and strenuous for her, yet she tilted her head this way and that, bobbing enthusiastically on my cock.
Fwip, fwip, fwip.
Her hands began to move. Keeping the glans trapped past her lips, she used one hand to stroke my shaft while slipping her other hand between her own thighs. She was clearly trying to settle her own lingering arousal with masturbation so she could finish the afternoon shift.
"Ah..."
"Mmmph..."
When I gripped her hair and furrowed my brow, her eyes curved into a delighted crescent. The warm puff of her breath against my groin sent shivers through my spine. In the end, I spilled my second load entirely into her mouth.
I hadn't expected the Boss to act like that.
I had explained that my body differed from typical men due to a rare constitution. It should have been a difficult claim to swallow, yet she had taken it at face value and used it as an excuse to wring me dry a second time.
And here she couldn't even believe me when I told her she was beautiful.
That second round of oral after our session carried an unmistakable motive: it felt like she had given me a handjob simply because she wanted to watch me come. Which was precisely why I felt thoroughly drained right now.
"It'll be fun. Just hang out for a little bit."
"Umm... you guys aren't thinking of doing anything weird, are you?"
"No way. I told you, just call Min-soo and Jun-hyuk over! You can bring your friends along, can't you?"
"Maybe? But Min-soo has a girlfriend, so I don't think he'd want to come."
"Really? It's way more fun when the numbers are even, though."
I was on my way home from work, enjoying a pleasant evening stroll, when I passed through the neighborhood playground where Dajeong and I had almost been shaken down before. A cluster of students had gathered near the benches, smoking cigarettes: one boy and three girls.
The boy's exaggerated, nasal sniffling grated on my nerves. Without thinking, I cast an irritated glance in their direction—and immediately locked eyes with one of the girls.
"Huh? Wait a sec... Does he go to our school? Those eyes look familiar."
"Who? Oh? Damn... you can tell he's hot just from his eyes."
A sudden wave of déjà vu washed over me. Two of the girls broke away from the group and began sauntering toward me. Quietly, I slipped my hand inside my crossbody bag.
"You go to our school, don't you? What grade are you in? Pull down that mask so we can see."
They looked like delinquents from a mile away. It seemed they had mistaken me for a fellow classmate and wanted to inspect my face.
"I'm not a student."
"Oh, come off it. You totally are. I swear I've seen you around."
The two girls stepped directly into my path, their imposing frames towering over me like a brick wall. It was obvious they had no intention of letting me walk past without a fuss.