You Just Have to Obey Me, Noona
Leehyun nodded eagerly, ready to do anything I asked. Her seemingly gentle, patient demeanor belied an appetite that was anything but mild.
"Squat down and spread your legs," I instructed. "Wider. Push your knees completely apart."
She obeyed, lowering herself into a deep squat on the floor.
"Now interlace your fingers behind your head."
"Ugh... Is this really a pose of submission? It feels so hideous..."
Despite her bashful murmur, she held nothing back, completely exposing the front of her body to my gaze. Her breasts, the smooth contours of her armpits, and her bare slit were laid bare. The inverted nipples I had teased out earlier stood firm and stiff against the cool air. It was a posture of absolute surrender I had stumbled across on the internet in my past life. There was a male variant as well, though the details were something I had no desire to recall.
"Something's missing..." I murmured, tapping my chin thoughtfully. "Noona, where's your ID?"
"In my bag... my wallet's in there."
I walked over, retrieved her resident registration card from her designer wallet, and walked back. Gently, I rested the card on the upper swell of her rounded breast, letting the bottom edge catch on the rigid peak of her nipple. Held in place by the stiff flesh, it remained perfectly balanced.
"Heh heh. Noona, stick your tongue out. And roll your eyes upward toward the ceiling."
"Really? Wait, that's..." She hesitated for a fraction of a second, cheeks flaming crimson, before yielding entirely. "Never mind."
She swallowed her pride and struck every bizarre, debasing detail of the pose I demanded. For a grown, distinguished woman to hold such an indecent position before a man so much younger than herself must have taken tremendous surrender. She was completely naked, wearing a humiliating expression, entirely exposed.
"Stay completely still now. I'm going to take some photos and film a video."
Leehyun held her breath, tongue extended, eyes rolled up in an obedient daze as a thin bead of saliva slowly gathered at the tip of her tongue. She was neither naive nor reckless; she was an elite professional raised in privilege, a respected adult in high society. Yet here she was, enduring shameless exposure on camera simply because I asked it of her. She had placed herself entirely in my hands.
"Haa... I can't hold back anymore either."
Setting the phone aside, I closed the distance between us in deliberate strides.
"It's too high like this... Get up, Noona. Lie down on the bed."
"Okay! Hehe... Did I do well?"
"You were wonderful. Since you listened so well, I suppose you deserve a reward, don't you?"
"Mm... thank you."
She scrambled eagerly onto the mattress, but before she could settle, I reached down to guide her.
"Not like that. Lie across the bed sideways and let your head hang off the edge."
She shifted as instructed, allowing her head to dangle backward off the side of the mattress. In that tilted, arching angle, her open mouth was positioned at the perfect height.
"Spread your legs wide so I can see your slit. Open your mouth, too."
"Ah—like th—mph?!"
The moment her lips parted, I guided the swollen crown of my cock past her teeth and pushed deep into her mouth.
"If your teeth graze it, we're done. Hold on tight."
"Ahn-ng... *cough*... *gkkh*!"
"Why are you so soaked already? I cleaned you so thoroughly yesterday."
Even from where I stood, her hairless slit glistened wetly in the dim light. I reached down with one hand, roughly rubbing and spreading the smooth, sensitive folds. I could have treated her tenderly as I had the night before, but today, I deliberately took a rougher approach.
"Mmh... *slurp*... *gulp*!"
After teasing her drenched heat for a while, I straightened my posture and grasped both of her breasts, using them as firm handles to anchor myself. Her solo technique was still a little clumsy, so I took control.
"Keep it wide."
Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap.
"Mmmph! *Gack*!"
I drove my hips forward rhythmically, plunging deep into the wet heat of her throat. My heavy testicles swung like pendulums with every thrust, repeatedly slapping against her flushed cheeks. With each deep drive, the slender column of her arched neck swelled and rippled visibly beneath her pale skin.
"Mm... feels incredible."
"*Hrk*... *cough*! *Pant*... *gasp*... *mgh*!"
I continued throat-fucking her until the pale skin of her neck flushed a dark, bruised rose, then finally pulled free. Leehyun rolled over in an instant, coughing violently as thick strings of spit trailed from her lips and dripped onto the floor.
"Good girl, Noona. You took it well."
"*Cough*... Yeah. Jeongseo... did it feel good...?"
"Yes, it was amazing. Your throat is incredible."
"Mm... I'm so glad."
Sitting down on the edge of the mattress beside her, I gently stroked her disheveled hair. Her eyes were red and rimmed with tears, and her chin was a sticky mess. I pulled a few tissues from the nightstand and tenderly wiped her face clean.
"I want to put it inside now."
"Yes! As much as you want. I can take it."
Even after being pushed around so roughly, her expression was entirely soft and pliant, glowing with infatuation. Seeing her respond like this filled me with an exhilarating, indescribable emotional warmth.
"Do you want to ride on top? Or do you want me to take you like yesterday?"
"Huh? Um... well..."
She hesitated, visibly flustered.
"This time, you move on top. You need to learn how to do it yourself."
With Leehyun, offering choices only made her second-guess herself; it was far better to simply give an order. The moment the instruction left my mouth, her face lit up with eager compliance.
"Yeah, you're right. I'll do my best!"
"You have to keep riding until I come. Understood?"
"Yes! I'll keep going until the very—ah..."
Her confident boast faltered midway. One look at her nervous fidgeting revealed the truth: she had zero confidence in her stamina to last until my climax. In all likelihood, she would crumble under an orgasm long before I even approached mine.
"If you tap out halfway, there will be a punishment."
"U-Um... Jeongseo..."
"Begin."
I leaned back against the pillows, waiting. Leehyun carefully climbed over me, straddling my waist with tentative, trembling knees.
"Nnh... *phew*... Hah!"
Watching her shallow breathing and rapid pulse, I knew she wouldn't last long. Merely mounting me was overwhelming her sensory threshold.
"I have to do well... I can do this..." she whispered under her breath, taking deep, steadying breaths as if psyching herself up. She seemed to think I couldn't hear, but every nervous mutter was crystal clear.
"Okay, I'm going to do a good job. Ah! Wow... it's so hot."
She gasped softly as her delicate fingers wrapped around my rock-hard shaft. Her palms were extraordinarily soft. With touch that smooth, simply having her stroke me by hand would have been pleasure enough.
"Can I put it in?"
Hovering awkwardly on one planted foot, she waited for permission. I offered a lazy nod of approval.
"*Eep*?! *Haaahn*... This feels so... so much... *ah*!"
Just as expected. After rubbing the weeping tip against her dripping entrance a couple of times, she boldly sank her hips down. The second she engulfed the shaft, her spine locked rigid, her chin tilting sharply toward the ceiling in an involuntary gasp.
"What are you doing? Move your hips."
"Just... wait a second. Just a little..."
"I said, move."
I furrowed my brows and dropped my voice to a firm, low command. At my hardened tone, Leehyun snapped into action, desperately rolling her pelvis. Clenching her thighs, she began bouncing her hips against mine in an unsteady rhythm.
"*Hyaaaaaahn*...♡"
Thud.
She hadn't even managed ten bounces before her legs gave out entirely.
"Noona? Noona?"
She collapsed forward against my chest, trembling violently in the throes of a blinding climax. It seemed tutoring Leehyun in riding would require a great deal of patience.
The rest of the weekend passed in a blur of blissful indulgence. We didn't take a single step outside her apartment, spending virtually every waking hour intertwined. Whenever a brief lull appeared, our bodies gravitated back together like magnets.
During our time together, I also discovered why I hadn't found any traces of adult videos on her computer: lately, her sole masturbatory material had been photographs of me. Amused and flattered, I transferred all the videos and photos I had taken of us directly onto her phone.
"This was honestly the best weekend of my entire life," she murmured wistfully.
"Did you really enjoy it that much?"
"Mmh... I hate that it's over. Everything about it... even saying goodbye right now."
Late Sunday night had arrived. Both of us had work waiting in the morning, and we were currently parked in front of my house, lingering over our farewells.
"What do you regret missing out on the most?"
"Ugh... too many things."
"Pick just one."
It was an implicit promise that I would fulfill whatever she chose the next time we met. Catching on to my meaning, Leehyun pondered deeply for a moment.
"Well... watching you do your morning workout. I'm so sad I missed that."
"Is that so? I wanted to show you too, but you passed out cold."
"I know... *whimper*."
I gave her a sweet peck on the cheek to seal the promise for next time, then pushed open the passenger door.
Click.
"Noona, don't get out."
"Just to the gate... it's fine."
Ignoring my warning, she hopped out of the driver's seat and trailed after me right up to the front entrance.
"Haha. Noona, we'll be standing out here until sunrise at this rate. Go home and get some rest."
"Mmh... I have to, I guess."
"Good grief. Come here."
I pulled her into a warm embrace right before the gate, giving her soft breast an affectionate squeeze through her clothes.
"I'm going in now. Drive safely."
"Yeah. Get plenty of rest! I had so much fun."
"Me too. Bye-bye."
Knowing she would never leave unless I broke away first, I gave one last wave and slipped through the gate, latching it behind me.
'Bye-bye? Ha... really now.'
I shook my head with a wry grin, feeling slightly ridiculous for letting such a childish parting slip out so naturally.
Monday arrived, and I reported to work at the cafe right on schedule. Yeo-eun had already texted me earlier that morning saying she would be returning late tonight after her schedule wrapped up.
"Boss."
"Hm?"
Perhaps energized by Leehyun's enthusiastic support over the weekend, I had made up my mind to finally upload my first video to MeTube today. I intended to start with Shorts, though I hadn't settled on the specific topic for the debut clip just yet.
"Aren't you going to have coffee today?"
"I was thinking of having a cup a bit later. Why?"
"I wanted to record a video while practicing latte art, so I was wondering if I could brew one right now."
My initial strategy was to extract as much content as possible from my daily routine. Setting aside dedicated production time outside of work and studies was nearly impossible right now, making my shifts at the cafe an ideal backdrop. Later this evening, I could sift through the footage and edit the best cut into a Short.
"A video? Oh, I don't mind at all, but..."
"I've decided to start posting on MeTube."
She already knew about my interest in content creation, though up until now, I had kept my launch timeline vague.
"I'm going to try editing it when I get home tonight."
"You've completely made up your mind?"
"Yes. I want to upload something today. So about that..."
I laid out my plans, explaining that my channel would primarily feature vlog-style clips and asking for permission to film around the cafe, promising it wouldn't disrupt customer service.
"Of course! Go right ahead. Film as much as you like."
She granted permission without a second thought. In fact, she seemed oddly thrilled by the announcement.
"Have you studied video editing, though?"
"I'm planning to get some help from Yeo-eun later. Honestly, I haven't studied much yet—just figuring out basic cuts and stitching clips together."
"Is that so? Hmm... In that case, why don't you step into the office for a second?"
Gesturing toward the back room, the Boss beckoned me inside with a knowing smile, preparing to lay an unexpected proposal on the table.