For Someone Who Said "Just You Wait"
Ever since Yeo-eun and I started living under the same roof, she had pounced on me at every conceivable hour. More often than not, she would slip into my bed while I was sound asleep after wrapping up her stream. On certain mornings, she would even pass the time masturbating beside me until I woke up, which inevitably led to me rocking my hips beneath her before the sun had even properly risen.
“Mmh... Haaaah. Hold on, let’s take a breather.”
Until today, our sessions had never dragged on for particularly long. Most of the time, she would crash through one intense orgasm after another and collapse into an exhausted slumber before I could even reach my own release. Her body was simply far more sensitive to sexual stimulation than mine was, and our trysts almost always took place right before she went to bed.
Tonight, however, was a different story.
Though the night was deep, to an active streamer like her, it was practically midday. Her stamina was burning at full throttle.
“Giggle. Jeongseo-ya, you okay? Look at that face of yours...”
“You’re playing dirty.”
“Pfft... What am I supposed to do? You look so damn cute when you pout like that.”
Crucially, I wasn't the one thrusting into her right now. Straddling me from above, she held complete control over every movement. She could plunge down or pull away entirely on a whim.
“Seriously... Haaah. It’s taking everything I’ve got to hold back, too.”
“Then don’t hold back. We’ve done plenty already.”
“No way... When am I ever going to get an opportunity like this again?”
Yeo-eun crawled back over my body. With a provocative sway of her broad hips, she aligned her dripping cleft over my shaft.
“Hah!♡ Insane. Your cock really is the absolute best.”
“Ugh...”
Her hips resumed their relentless roll. Every time she slammed her weight down, a sharp shudder rippled straight through my groin. Bound with my legs clamped tight, all I could do was keep my rod rigidly erect. The squeezed posture left my swollen testicles suspended in taut tension, sending dull, heavy shockwaves through my lower abdomen with each jarring descent.
I furrowed my brow and endured.
There was nothing else I could do. My wrists remained pinned, leaving me unable to push her away, and she was exploiting that helpless restraint with shameless precision.
“Hnngh... No, not yet. Why is it already... Kh. Stop! This is all your fault, Jeongseo!”
Crying out in frustration, she sprang to her feet and squatted down beside my thighs.
“What did I even do? Just stop already. You’ve had more than enough.”
“Who told you to make such a lewd face? You’re making me come way too fast!”
Grabbing my stiff, throbbing shaft, she began pumping it with erratic strokes. The sheer, unrestrained friction forced my legs to squirm against the sheets. Every twitch of my thighs, every strained grimace as I fought to hold myself back, only stoked her arousal further.
“Jeongseo-ya, why don't you just shoot one off by yourself first? Wouldn't it feel so much better if you just let it rip?”
“Fight fair. Get back up here.”
“I don't wanna~”
I had lost count of how many times she had pulled this trick. Whenever she felt herself teetering on the edge of a climax, she would scramble off me in an instant. Over the past few months, it wasn't just her technique that had evolved; her stamina and tolerance to stimulation had sharpened considerably. When we first started, a few good thrusts from me were enough to send her over the cliff, but now she could hold her ground through a proper, prolonged bout.
Even so, she couldn't match my natural endurance in a straightforward contest, which was why she had resorted to these petty schemes.
“Ah~ look at it twitch. Hmm... Jeongseo-ya?”
“What.”
“I really want to bully you a little longer, but I'll let you off easy today. What do you think?”
“Cut the act. You’re only saying that because you can't hold out any longer either.”
I held my ground, keeping my tone as defiant as possible. Undeterred, she climbed back over me with a triumphant smirk.
“That's not it at all~ I'm letting you off because you're cute.”
“......”
“Because I’m the older one here. Got it?”
The finish line was finally in sight. Thank goodness. My glans had grown so painfully hypersensitive that a few more minutes of teasing might have actually forced a surrender out of me. I would have had to utter some humiliating plea, or worse, slip out of the cuffs myself and pin her down by force.
She has to know I’m holding back for her sake, right?
There was a reason I limited my resistance to sharp words while letting her have her way. A promise was a promise, but beyond that lay a mixture of gratitude and lingering guilt toward her. More than anything, though, it was the expression on her face right now—flushed with feverish excitement, smiling as if she held the entire world in her hands. She looked even happier than when she was winning a video game.
Plunge, squelch, plunge, plunge.
“Hah... Ahh... Mmh! Haaah... Yes... It feels so good. Jeongseo-ya... just a little more.”
Intent on bringing it to a close, she let loose wanton moans as she drove her hips down to their absolute limit. The sheer volume of slick arousal pouring from her churned into a frothy white lather where our bodies collided. The wet, indecent squelching grew deafening, perfectly matching the ragged tempo of her gasps.
“Kh... Noona. I'm about to come.”
“Yeah. Let it out. I'm almost... Haaah! Ah!”
Instinctively, I arched my hips upward. I had endured admirably until now, but at the final threshold, restraint was impossible. Meeting her downward plunge, my swollen glans buried itself deep into the innermost recesses of her heat.
Thud.
A phantom impact rang in my ears, accompanied by an actual, breathless shriek from above.
“Aaaahhn♡!”
Her tight passage clamped around me as if trying to crush the rod whole. Her hips froze mid-motion, back arching in a rigid bow, as I finally unspooled the heavy load I had been holding back for so long.
“Nnngh... Phew. Holy shit... For a second there... the whole room went white.”
Letting out an exhaustive sigh, she collapsed her weight, the tension draining from her limbs. Relieved of the prolonged strain, I felt the sheer bliss of the release wash over me. Counting the shot I had given the Boss back at the cafe, this was my fourth ejaculation of the day. The raw nerves humming across my shaft made it feel like I had gone far more rounds than that.
“Well then... Heheheh.”
“Haaah. Done now, right? That took way longer than I expected.”
“Yup. Almost done.”
“Almost?”
Wiping between her thighs with a towel, she slid down to the mattress beside me. She looked visibly drained, and I was fully prepared to praise her for managing to hold out until I came. But when I glanced over, her eyes were glittering with an even more mischievous light than before.
It wasn't over.
“A-E-I-O-U. Brrr-pppt.”
“Noona? What are you doing?”
“Loosening up my mouth. Ahm.”
Propping herself up on one knee, she leaned forward over my lap. Her warm, parted lips instantly enveloped my stiffened length.
“Gh—! Noona! Stop! Don't!”
“Slurp... Puwah. Hehe. It was really tough on me earlier too, you know.”
Flashing a wicked grin after a loud, wet suck on the crown, she extended her tongue and traced the sensitive seam along the rim of the head. In my hyper-aroused state, the sensation bordered on an electric, stinging ache. Stranger still, the erection showed no signs of receding.
“Seriously, stop! That's just being petty—”
“Petty? Who are you calling petty?”
Opening wide once more, she engulfed the crown and pulled her lips tight, creating a fierce vacuum that released with an audible pop. Using the slick residue of our intercourse as lubrication, she worked her mouth back and forth over the tip.
“No, I take it back! Noona. Noona!”
“Chwump... Mmph, slurrrp.”
The flushed, engorged tip bobbed rhythmically past her lips. She deliberately confined her attention to the glans alone, nursing it like a hard piece of candy.
“Jeongseo-ya, chuckle. Too late. Remember when I said 'just you wait'? Hah-wump.”
It was a sensation distinct from pain, yet overwhelming enough to feel like an exquisite torment—a clawing, raw pleasure that scrambled my thoughts. Was I really supposed to endure this, too? I twisted my hands against the cuffs, trying to find some purchase.
“Nnngh... I’m way too sensitive right now!”
No use. My fingers couldn't decipher the locking mechanism blindly behind my back. I had no choice but to bear the brunt of it.
“Kh... You think this will break me...?”
Spite flared up within me. I refused to show any more vulnerability before her. That had been my resolve, at least.
“Ack? Ah...”
I genuinely believed I could hold out—until she brought her hands into play. A breathy whimper slipped past my teeth that hardly sounded like my own voice.
Press.
“Hngh?!”
While keeping her lips sealed firmly around the crown, she curled her fingers beneath my scrotum, tracing the deep root of my member. Her fingertips worked in firm, circular kneads against my perineum, applying an unrelenting acupressure. Layer upon layer of simultaneous stimulation compounded in rapid succession. And when her free hand wrapped gently around the base of the shaft, gliding upward in a slow, milk-like stroke—
“Haaaah... Ah!”
The dam shattered. A pathetic gasp tore from my throat as my entire body trembled violently against the mattress.
“Kh... Hah...”
Riding the crest of an unbroken erection, I spilled over once again. The interval had been so brief that it practically counted as a consecutive release. Rather than forceful, rhythmic pulses, the semen leaked out in a helpless, steady seep, as though every ounce of tension in my core had completely collapsed.
“Gulp. Mmh... Smacking lips. Tastes a bit more watered-down this time.”
She swallowed every last drop without letting a single bead escape, the drawing suction of her mouth agonizingly vivid against my spent nerves. To top it off, she smacked her lips and delivered an absurd critique on the flavor.
“Haaah... Haaah... Haaah...”
“Hmm... Did I take it too far? Jeongseo-ya? Are you alright?”
I couldn't muster the breath to answer. Completely drained of strength, I could only lie there panting into the ceiling. For the first time, it felt like I had suffered a total, indisputable defeat at her hands. A bitter realization crept in that I had brought this entire ordeal upon myself.
Still... that’s that, and this is this.
Yeo-eun diligently wiped down my thighs and groin with a clean towel. Resting quietly, I focused on bringing the haywire sensitivity of my lower half back under control.
“Noona...”
“Yeah, Jeongseo-ya? Feeling a little better?”
“Yeah... but my arms are completely numb. My legs, too.”
“Oh. Let me get those off right away.”
The cuffs clicked open. Freedom was restored.
Now, it was time for payback.
Thump, thump.
The prey knelt completely unguarded before my eyes. In her haste to set the restraints aside, Yeo-eun remained on all fours, her round, plump rear raised invitingly in the air. Her slick, flushed opening was laid completely bare.
Grip.
“Huh? Why are you...”
Almost as if answering the vengeful demand of my pride, my cock surged back to full, rigid life. Stepping forward with the spearhead leading the way, I clamped my hands firmly onto the crest of her hips.
Squuuulch—
The instant she turned her head to look back, I drove myself home in one merciless plunge.
“Eeeeeek?!”
“Haaah.”
She tried to speak, only for the words to twist into a startled shriek. But truth be told, the intruder felt just as stunned as the host. The nerves along my shaft were still painfully, exquisitely raw.
“Wait. Jeongseo, hold on. Right now, I'm... Aaaahn!”
“You’re dead!”
“Eeeep! Why is it getting even bigger?! Jeongseo-ya, wait... Ah! It’s gonna tear! Haaaah!”
Despite her dramatic wailing, her inner walls clung to me with ferocious heat. The intense friction drew genuine whimpers from her lips.
Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap.
It was taxing on me as well. The overstimulation bordered on torture. But I refused to let up.
“Haaah!”
“Hnngh... Aahn! Haaah... Hah. Jeongseo-ya... I’m gonna die... Sniffle.”
“Don’t give me that when you’re clamping down this hard! Hup.”
“Aaaahn! It... it feels too good. I don’t care if I die! Sob... Haaah!”
I redoubled the pace of my hips. Hovering over her voluptuous frame, I hammered into her with everything I had. Tools and parlor tricks were crutches for the weak. A real man needed nothing more than his own flesh to bring a giant to her knees.
Our night was far from over.
Rewinding the clock slightly to earlier that day, while Jeongseo and Yeo-eun were still enjoying their date outside—
Leehyun was stepping into a commercial high-rise in the heart of Gangnam. Her destination was a prominent plastic surgery clinic.
Ah, the clinic I booked for tomorrow is right across the street.
After much agonizing deliberation, Leehyun had made up her mind to undergo professional consultations regarding breast surgery. Starting with today’s appointment, she had lined up visits across several reputable clinics throughout the district. Naturally, she had deliberately excluded any hospital associated with Eom Chaerin.
I need to hear what multiple specialists have to say first... No matter how advanced the surgical techniques have become, there are always potential side effects to consider...
Consultations alone wouldn't be enough. Leehyun was determined to study the surgical literature and complication rates on her own time. She planned to comb through academic databases, pull relevant clinical papers, and compile a comprehensive analysis. Though plastic surgery fell far outside her own medical specialty, she was still a licensed physician with the training to evaluate the data objectively.
The thought that her abnormal chest might bring discomfort or disgust to Jeongseo haunted her. Worse still was the creeping terror that her physical shortcomings might eventually cause his affections to wander.
Driven by that desperate sense of urgency, she had sprung into immediate action.
A string of relentlessly hectic days had just begun for her.