Passing Out ♥
“What…? So? You're actually going to do it?”
“Yeah. It's nothing, really.”
“You—right now—you're not in your right mind. Bom. How could you, in front of me…”
“I'm sorry. Just pretend you didn't see it.”
“You really are…”
When their conversation ended, she lifted her gaze toward me, slowly and searchingly. Those mournful eyes were already brimming, on the verge of spilling over.
“I'll do it.”
And with that, she wrapped her hand around my cock. A small, delicate hand. Its warmth closed around my shaft like a sheath.
“So you've made up your mind.”
“You're paying me a lot.”
Even as she rose onto her knees, her face still hadn't decided.
No—hesitating. That was the better word for it.
Every movement she made was slow and tentative, the way a woman reads a man's mood.
“Ugh, you're killing me…”
And then, still wearing that hesitant expression, she slowly took my cock into her mouth.
The way her lips folded softly around me was maddeningly wet.
Mwah, shloop. Mwah.
Before long, the emotion drained from her face entirely.
She had begun sucking my cock purely for the money, and for nothing else.
Her tongue glided in soft circles around the head, then dragged along the underside.
“Not bad. I take it you've got some experience?”
“You bastard…”
The man's muttered voice drifted over, but I pretended not to hear it and kept my eyes on her.
Her lips, pushed out into a duck-like pucker from working my shaft, and her cheeks hollowing with every draw of her mouth—she looked so lovely it was as if she'd already become my woman.
Riding the momentum, I let my hand drift down naturally.
Those softly swelling breasts were far too tempting to resist.
But a hand shoved mine away almost immediately.
It was a hand that made it clear: unless I put money on the table, absolutely nothing else would be permitted.
Her eyes flashed open and glared daggers at me—while her mouth, all the while, kept sucking me off, soft and obedient.
She let me touch her just a minute ago, though.
By then, half my length was already buried in her mouth.
“Mmm, you suck cock well…”
I surrendered myself to the sensations she was giving me.
The bumpy ridges of her tongue rasping against me, the flood of overheated saliva churning wet and hot around my shaft.
Gulk, gulk—the pleasure of her swallowing around me as she sucked pooled and coiled through my entire groin, and little by little my whole body began to burn.
Without realizing it, my toes curled tight as I drank in the sight of her.
Soon she was bobbing her head back and forth, sucking me in earnest.
So much for acting like she hated it.
She certainly works hard when she's being paid.
Mwah, gulk, mwah, mwah, mwah.
“Ah… stop. I'm going to come.”
About five minutes must have passed by then.
However much I wanted more of her mouth, the pressure building in me was about to erupt exactly as I'd warned, so I tapped her lightly on the head.
God, how much saliva had gathered in there.
As my cock slid free, the thickened strands of saliva stretched long between my shaft and her lips, part of it dripping down like water.
“I can't sit here and watch anymore. You two sort it out yourselves.”
A voice hard with anger.
At the man's words, Bom wiped her lips with the back of her hand and lifted her head.
A moment later, she nodded.
Her expression didn't change at all—as if this had been her plan from the very start.
This feels filthy.
It was obvious they'd never be able to pay the money back.
Their interest alone was far beyond anything she could carry.
All this time, I'd honestly believed I was saving her.
Had my greed simply gone too far?
The wretched look on her face.
Seeing her like that, I felt exactly like what the man had called me. A dog. A lowlife bastard.
“Yeah. I will.”
I was just debating whether to call it quits here.
But Bom began walking slowly toward the man.
“What do you mean, you will? Does it really have to come to this?”
“The truth is, I've been thinking about it. About when I should say it.”
“Say what…”
The air between them curdled into something unmistakably grave.
I sat quietly on the edge of the bed and listened to the two of them talk.
“When we should break up.”
“Break up? Bom. What's gotten into you?”
“Honestly, right now I can barely manage the interest. Keeping up with all your messes on top of that is too much for me.”
“Bom. That was—you said you wanted to do it.”
Whoa.
So that's what this bastard is.
From that short exchange, I could paint the whole picture of their situation.
In other words—
He'd been bleeding her dry, hollowing out the spine of a girl who was already struggling to stay afloat.
“My situation has changed. And you've never once cared what I went through at that place.”
“The arcade? I didn't ask because I thought it'd be awkward for you.”
“Why? Because you were afraid I'd quit if I felt guilty? So you figured you'd never have to get a part-time job?”
“Bom. You said studying was yours to do…”
“That was before. If I was going under, you should've at least pretended to help me.”
The conversation grew more charged by the second.
And then Bom started to cry.
All this time I'd thought of her as nothing more than a pretty, pitiful little thing.
The man doesn't stand a chance.
“So that's why you put on a show in front of that bastard and made your money?”
“Don't change the subject. No. Just—get out.”
“You crazy bitch.”
“What…?”
“You are thoroughly insane for money. You know that?”
I hadn't expected things to unravel this far.
Their voices climbed higher and hotter with every exchange.
“Enough.”
Unable to watch any longer, I stepped in to mediate.
Not that I have any idea what qualifies me to do that.
“That's right. Sell your body and eat well, live well, you rotten bitch.”
The man drew a long, shuddering breath, swallowed whatever he'd been about to spit out, and finally managed one last remark.
“······.”
Bom didn't offer another word in reply.
“Mister. Don't live like that.”
“Yeah. You neither.”
“Ha…”
Any trace of guilt had already evaporated from me, so I fired that back without a second thought.
The man looked me up and down with a face that said we were speaking two different languages, then began pulling his clothes back on, piece by piece.
“It must have been so hard for you.”
I sat down beside Bom as the tears began sliding down her cheeks one after another, and at my words her arms wound around my neck and she pressed herself into me.
A warm embrace. A damp face. Skin carrying that faint, youthful milk-scent wrapped itself around my body.
I should just think of this as helping someone in need.
The more I looked at her—so soft, so young—the more a different feeling kept stirring in me. Something beyond a moment's pleasure; a genuine ache to become her salvation.
The infatuation would not settle, no matter how I tried to will it down.
What could she be thinking, wrapped up in my arms like this?
“If I sleep with you… how much would you give me…?”
The voice that followed cut through the silence.
Ah… right. The money.
Of course. That's still all we are to each other.
The realization snapped me back, and I loosened my hold on her.
As her arms slid free, the breasts pressed against me filled my eyes.
Her nipples had swollen fuller at some point, glistening wet and tender.
Instead of answering, I lowered my lips toward them.
“Nope. Answer me first.”
And sure enough, her palm pushed against my forehead.
As expected, this woman doesn't come easy.
I held her gaze, staring into her eyes without a word.
Her pupils, brimming with desperation, trembled faintly.
“I'll add another two hundred.”
“Then I'm definitely doing it. Thank you.”
“Good.”
It was no longer about what I wanted. She was the one reaching for me now.
Granted, it was obsession with money driving her—but somewhere along the way, she had become an eager little bitch in heat for me.
The way she nibbled at her lower lip seemed, at times, to speak for everything tangled up inside her.
Not that I could hand over that kind of money for nothing.
If anything, I'd just rid her of a boyfriend who was dead weight—so there was no way a man like me could be poison to her.
Thinking of it that way,
my conscience eased, just a little.
“You chose this. Understand?”
“Yes. Please do it…”
After her whispered words faded, I slid down toward her feet and gently parted her legs.
And I licked along her round little toes, looking up at her center all the while.
Across the cherry-red flesh of her slit, glistening beads of clear nectar had already gathered.
“It's weird…”
“Never seen anyone suck on toes before?”
“No…”
“Was that bastard just now the first and last man you've ever had?”
“Yes…”
“Good.”
Slipping my tongue between her toes as they wriggled shyly against me, I stroked up and down her leg.
Her skin felt like a baby's—impossibly soft and smooth beneath my fingers.
So this is why rich men only chase young girls.
Another truth about the world sank in anew—and along with it, the fact that I was now part of that world. A quiet satisfaction colored the thought.
After planting a final round of kisses over her soaked toes, I lifted my tongue and worked my way up.
“Why do you suck my toes, though? I'm just… curious.”
“Because I want to devour every last inch of you. Nothing left over.”
“Ah…”
At my answer, she finally seemed to accept it and gave a small nod.
Tracing my tongue along the calves and thighs I'd been stroking with my hands, I began to climb slowly up her body.
She squirmed and twitched as if I were tickling her.
“Does it feel good? Or is it that you hate it but you're putting up with it?”
“Mm. It's just… a little. I'm sad.”
“Why? Because of that bastard earlier?”
“Yes. Still, we were together a long time…”
“How long were you getting used before that?”
“Used? I was the one doing it for him…”
As I pressed deeper into the soft inside of her thigh with the question, she deflected it, breathing out a hot sigh.
I nudged her thighs a little wider apart and raised my head.
From between those splayed legs drifted the scent of a baby mingled with something briny and raw.
“You didn't, though?”
“I did it for him. He was the one who was good at studying…”
“Guys like that, the second they make it big—they always throw away the wife who stood by them.”
“I hope he meets someone good…”
The deeper I looked, the deeper she went.
A fundamentally good kid. All the world had done was smudge soot on her, sharpen her wariness—beneath it, she was the sort who leaned endlessly on anyone who showed her warmth.
With every word we exchanged, the image I held of her kept shifting.
“You're a fool.”
I whispered it low, then let my tongue drift down toward her pussy.
By now flushed an even deeper red, her pussy was already flexing and quivering before my tongue ever touched it.
And at that very moment—
BOOM!!
Eeee—.
“Kyaa!”
A shock like something inside me had burst apart reverberated through my skull.
From head to toe, every scrap of strength drained out of me in an instant.
With a piercing ring screaming in my ears, my body crumpled whether I willed it or not.
Hot liquid ran down over my forehead.
And then—
a scream, fading further and further away.
“What's wrong with me?”
“Kyaa!”
Thud.
“Don't stop me. Because I'm going to kill him.”
Rough hands seized me and flipped my body over.
And into the dim, muffled blur of my vision, Hanseong's furious face descended.
Ah. That bastard.
So he hasn't left yet.