Naked in His Arms — BJ Hayun♥♥
BJ Hayun, naked and falling into my arms♥♥
Her lips curled up along with it, that tiny, puckered mouth letting out a sound as adorable as a puppy's whimper.
"I can't eat with you, but I'm actually a really good cook! Since you've subscribed to my fan channel, I'll deliver you lunch boxes I make myself. Frozen solid, of course!"
A lunch box.
Not needed.
Even so, I dropped another hundred thousand won without hesitation.
Hayun's face lit up with something close to tears of gratitude as she hurriedly scooted her chair back.
Music drifted softly from her speakers.
She shook loose the long hair that had been tied back.
Then she began swaying to the beat — her rhythm was wildly, catastrophically off, but I couldn't have cared less.
Because the breasts straining against that white shirt were bobbing in perfect time with the thumping bass, jiggling with pinpoint precision.
As she danced, the chat window buzzed to life.
Unlike her lewd-stream chat, the messages rolling by here were actually pretty well-mannered.
"I'll even give you a kiss."
Caught up in the dance and riding the high, she soon leaned toward the camera and pressed her lips out in a long, exaggerated kiss.
Even then, my eyes were busy studying the clean pink tongue inside her mouth.
The tongue pooled with saliva looked impossibly moist.
"Oppa, so you'll come by often now, right?"
"What? Really? I'll wear it for the whole ten minutes of stream!"
The words had barely left her mouth before I fired off another hundred thousand won's worth of balloons.
With a burst of noisy fanfare, the counter bloomed on her screen; she checked the number, sprang up from her chair —
— and stepped out of frame.
Tap, tap.
Insane.
The sound of her panty band scraping against her thighs came through loud and clear.
Now.
And so I —
— swiftly opened the Time Stop App and tapped ACTIVATE.
Then I strolled leisurely toward her apartment.
Oh. Shit. Unbelievable.
Slipping outside and in through her window, I came face to face with her naked body.
She'd been at the very instant of putting on the swimsuit.
Bent over to pick it up off the floor, her buttocks spread wide open.
Exactly the pose I'd intended for her.
I sprinted around behind her and dropped to my knees.
"Goddamn. Seriously."
The flesh was whiter than white.
And her pussy, a pale blush-pink vision beneath it.
The crease down the middle was so immaculate, so free of even a speck of dust, that it looked past clean — it looked untouched.
Her body is this cute… how is a person even allowed.
Marvelling at her doll-like figure, I laid both thumbs on her outer lips and gently spread her open.
The neatly closed hole gaped apart, and contrary to its dry-looking exterior, glistening crimson flesh peeked out, soaked with damp.
Truly pristine walls, glittering as if a fingerprint had never once touched them.
Even the little beads of white nectar pooled inside shone prettily.
Don't tell me… you too?
It was a pussy that made hope impossible to suppress.
I couldn't be certain from looks alone, but this was a sight no woman but a virgin could show.
I thrust out my tongue at once, intent on fouling that immaculate little hole.
When my flattened tongue split the slightly parted slit, the flesh shifted and squirmed against me, soft as anything.
God. Unbelievably soft.
Once the hole was coated in my saliva, I spread it wide open again.
The view inside that round-open gap was laid utterly bare.
I dove my tongue in, lapping hungrily at the bumpy inner walls and her little triangle of a clit, then rubbed all the way back to her anus.
I'll enjoy her just enough to earn my four hundred thousand won.
Then I shifted around to her front and kneaded the breasts that hung swaying beneath her.
The soft, pliant titflesh clung to my hands like slime, warping and squishing wherever I squeezed.
Why are girls these days all so goddamn pretty. Seriously.
She herself stood frozen, empty of feeling — yet inside my chest, watching her, something hot as molten lava came bubbling up in earnest.
I couldn't hold back any longer. I gathered her up in my arms and laid her down on the bed.
Then I pulled out my cock, already standing at full attention, cupped both her breasts together in my hands, and slid myself between them.
The warmth of that clinging flesh spread across my entire length.
"Wow. This is genuinely so soft."
I planted my hips over her upper stomach and rocked them gently. Sandwiched between her breasts, my cock flushed red with heat in no time.
My urethra twitched like I was about to blow already.
"I'll keep supporting you lots from now on, Hayun."
I shifted my hips a little higher.
Then I took her cheeks in my hands and pressed, parting her lips.
The lips that had puckered up to kiss me just moments ago now formed a round little oval.
Aiming for what lay within — that damp, glistening tongue — I pressed my glans against it.
"Mmhh… good. Your warmth's still here, lingering…"
The tip of her tongue against my slit was warm.
I pushed my hips a little further and sank the glans in.
With every bit more that took me in, that warm enveloping sensation crashed over me, and my legs shook uncontrollably.
At some point I found myself seated atop her plump tits, and —
— hold on.
How many minutes were left?
I checked the time.
Why do happy hours fly by so fast?
More than twenty minutes had already slipped away.
I immediately returned her to her original pose and headed for the hallway, leaving the front door standing open.
"It's you, isn't it."
Little punk.
Then I made for the other next-door apartment.
A man in his twenties sat by the window, a cigarette hanging from his lips.
The culprit behind that cigarette smell that drifted in every time he cracked his window open.
I flung the half-open window wide and hauled the man out through it.
I stuck his still-lit, frozen cigarette in his mouth upside down, then dragged him along and shoved him through the door I'd left open — into Hayun's apartment.
Here should do it.
Under the flung-open window, I set the man down, then checked the time once more.
Time was running out.
I slipped straight out of that apartment.
And waited.
Then —
"Eek! Ahh! Who are you! Mmmh! Uuuh!"
"What — no! It's not what it looks like!"
Two voices rang out through the corridor.
"Perfect."
With my own front door already open, I waited, ready to emerge the instant they might have glimpsed me.
Sure enough, the door flew open at once.
"Eek! Help me, please!"
"I'm telling you, I didn't!"
She threw herself naked into my arms.
I held her tight and filled both hands with her ass.
As expected — softer than when time stood still.
She burrowed into my chest in a daze, her breasts mashing flat against mine again and again.
"What's wrong? What happened?"
"That man — he was in my apartment! Help me, please!"
"Do you know him?"
"No! Aaah — I don't know what he did to my body!"
The flush of her face, fighting down the shivers racking her body, had burned bright crimson. I flung my own door wide open and pushed her inside.
And then —
"I'm telling you, that's not what happened!"
The man came rushing over to clear up the misunderstanding, wiping at his tongue where it had been ground against the cigarette.
I charged straight at him and threw my body into his.
"Somebody stop him!"
"Agh!"
"Hey! Guy in the blue shorts! Call the police, please! He's a rapist!"
My bodycheck sent the man flying.
I flipped him over, wrenched both arms behind his back to pin him down, and shouted to the crowd that had gathered.
"I don't even know how to thank you…"
"You're right next door, so shout if you're ever in danger. I'll come running. I'm on vacation, so I'll be home for a while."
"R-really? I was actually just thinking I might have to move…"
"He's the one who'll be moving. His face is all over the internet by now."
The police arrived quickly.
Hayun and I gave our statements at the station and came home together.
The man insisted it absolutely wasn't him, that he couldn't remember a thing — but there was no chance in hell that would fly.
The screams from her room had already gone out over her own stream, after all.
On top of that, he'd bolted straight into frame with his face fully exposed.
I'd meant to mess with him only a little, and things had escalated beyond what I intended, I'll admit.
But what can you do.
It's your own fault for reeking of cigarettes at all hours.
"Just in case — should we exchange numbers?"
"Yes, I'd like that. Thank you so much. And if you're free for a meal, I'd love to treat you. Would that be alright?"
"I'd love that."
She'd tried to fob off four hundred thousand won with frozen lunch boxes —
and now she'd swallowed the hook properly.
This time she was the one offering me a meal first.
Sounds like the ball came all the way over to my side of the court.
"What do you like to eat? I'll make a reservation."
"Do you happen to like home cooking?"
The words left my mouth before she'd even finished.
Her eyebrows shot up along with her smile.
"I can manage Korean food a little. Why? Missing home-cooked meals, are you? Am I right?"
"Yeah. It's been years since I've had my mom's cooking. I'm sick of eating out at this point…"
"Then I'll cook for you. Korean food is my specialty."
She seemed almost delighted, as if she'd finally found a way to repay me.
Just watching her smile like that made my heart feel cleansed.
Looking at her laughing with such childlike innocence, I nodded.
"Then come by tomorrow at lunch."
"Ah — yes. Of course."
No wonder she'd brought up my vacation.
Lunch, not dinner.
Well. Fine by me either way.
"See you tomorrow, then."
"Yes. Get some rest."
And so, having bought myself a heaping pile of her goodwill, I headed home.
Right away…? What a pro…
After choking down a lazy dinner, I lay in bed and — just on the off chance — checked her stream.
Only an hour since she'd been to the police station.
It would've been understandable if she were shaken.
Instead, I found her spinning the whole thing into content.
"I was completely naked, and he was right behind me!"
"What? The police station? Ah, you're asking what happened to that guy? He's in custody for now!"
"Right?! I'll probably be on the news too!"