A Work of Art
This was a work of art.
Condoms lay scattered across the car, thick ropes of semen dripping everywhere. Two people had, quite literally, forged a chaotic masterpiece out of flesh. There was no denying it—this was art.
Jin Ayoung carefully wiped down my cock with a wet tissue, and I spoke up, a little worried.
"Is it okay that we made such a mess in here?"
"Hee—it's fine. I'll just clean it. It's not like anyone ever rides in the back seat anyway."
I gazed at her affectionately for a while before checking the time. We were already thirty minutes past when I'd promised to be back. Shin Iseol was probably fretting upstairs by now, so I needed to head up myself.
"We're late. You should get going, right?"
"Why? Want to go one more round?"
She stroked my hair the way you'd soothe a child and kissed my cheek. My lower half was throbbing too sore for anything more, but the flutter from the first time I'd taken her hand was still right there.
One last deep kiss, and we said our goodbyes.
I stood waving until her car pulled out of the parking lot, then headed back toward the shop—not forgetting to send a text on the way.
She was driving, so of course there was no reply. Somehow the silence left an even sweeter aftertaste. Jin Ayoung had become a woman I could call whenever I wanted her. During sex I'd been half-afraid of getting completely hooked on her, but after coming about three times, my reason had come back online.
My inner thighs still stung, so I hobbled into the shop—and found Shin Iseol glaring daggers at me.
"Where have you been, walking in at this hour?"
Instead of answering her sharp question, I pulled out the credit card Jin Ayoung had given me.
"Payment. Contract renewal for a name change on the booking. She asked me to run four million won."
"...Ahem. Give it here. I'll process it. J-just so you know, if you're this late again, I'm reporting you to the director."
I handed over the card and leaned my upper body toward her. The moment I closed in, she jerked her chin back with a start.
"W-what are you doing?"
"I don't mind if you snitch to the director—but you're not jealous or anything, are you?"
"W-what?! What are you talking about? Keep spouting nonsense and see what happens!"
"Whoa, you're serious. I was joking, but that reaction was way too real."
"Ahem. W-why would you even make a joke like that? If I answer wrong, people might get the wrong idea... Anyway, just get ready to clock out."
"Yes, ma'am~ Yes, ma'am~"
I took the processed card back and headed for the break room. Today had been ridiculously productive. Two VIP clients both renewed their contracts, plus car sex with Jin Ayoung, who'd come looking for me... Could a day get any more soaked in jizz than this?
The break room was empty. A few people had already left; cabinets with uniforms hung open. After ten, there were no fixed clock-in or clock-out times—if you had no more appointments, you could leave. Lee Yeondo seemed to have clocked out early. Finally able to rest, I sat down, pulled out my phone, and checked the messages I'd missed.
Kim Seoa was still clinging as usual. Shin Iseol claimed she wasn't jealous, yet she'd already called and left four texts.
I checked Park Yuyoung's photos—shots of her in new clothes. For someone that drop-dead gorgeous, she'd only framed from the chin down, but her body was doing all the heavy lifting, so I replied that she looked pretty.
On the way home I casually dialed Kim Seoa. That girl was the type to show up at my door claiming she'd thought I'd gone missing if I wasn't careful.
"Hello? Junhyun! You're alive!"
"What."
"What do you mean what~ I was worried about my friend~ Why didn't you answer my texts?"
"I was busy."
"Junhyun~ Are you still mad? I already said I was sorry~"
"I said I was busy. So what do you want?"
"Ahh. I was wondering if you're free this Saturday."
"This Saturday?"
There was no forgetting this Saturday. That was the night of my drinking plans with the drop-dead gorgeous Lee Yeondo.
"I've got plans. Why are you asking?"
"Eeing. I wanted to see you! Grab dinner together, maybe do an escape room..."
"Why would I do that with you. On a golden Saturday."
"Ugh, seriously! Such a pretty way with words. No wonder people call you a balls-buddy."
Balls-buddy, my ass... More like a friend who hangs off my balls.
"Anyway, Saturday's no good, so I'm hanging up?"
"Ah—aaaaah! Aaaaaaah! Wait!"
"What now."
"Why won't you tell me where your shop is!"
"What would you even do there."
"Sign up~"
"Sign up?"
"Mm-hmm~ What's the point of being friends if we don't help each other out."
"You're saying you want a massage? The kind we did yesterday?"
Kim Seoa hesitated, catching the intent behind my question. Picturing her face burning as she remembered last night's sex made me want to tease her mercilessly.
"Y-yeah. I-it felt good~"
"Yeah, it did. But I liked it better when you were doing me. When you titfucked me with those tits of yours."
"...Hnn..."
"But at the shop I'd be the only one massaging you, right? So no thanks."
"Aing... Don't be like that... Haa... Master, my body's starting to get all hot..."
"Take a cold shower."
"Ah, shit! Why are you like this. I'm turned on. Because you started talking dirty."
"So you want to do it now?"
"Yeah! I-I mean, a massage—the kind friends do."
"What am I, a vending machine? Press a button and I pop out?"
"Aww, don't put it like that~ Fine, then I'll just come to your place."
"No. I'm tired."
"...You bastard."
"What?"
"N-nothing. I... okay. Good night."
"Wait."
"Hm?"
The second I said wait, Kim Seoa answered in a voice instantly buoyed with hope. The things she'd done to me were starting to feel a little more forgivable—she even looked kind of cute. And the cuter she got, the more I wanted to mess with her.
"You gonna masturbate?"
"...I don't know. Why are you asking."
"If you are, do it on video call. I want to watch."
Kim Seoa went quiet for a while, hesitating. I could practically hear her lips working—torn between what she wanted to say and what she thought she should say.
"Right now?"
"No. Wait until I get home."
"Okay. Should we stay on the line till then?"
"You want to?"
"Yeah... I'm a little bored."
"Your voice just got softer. You've got your hand in your panties already, don't you."
"Yeah... j-just a little."
"I told you to wait. Elevator's almost here."
"Ah, o-okay... nn... keep talking to me."
Look at this girl. Acting like she wouldn't, then the second I rolled out the mat she was already enjoying herself. From the voice alone this was phone sex. Wait—was it phone sex? Or phone-jerking?
Kim Seoa was reacting like a slave now—whatever I said, she did.
So I pushed further.
"Mine's hard too. You said it before. That I'm big."
"Hnn... yeah... Master's a king cock..."
"It fit you perfectly. Does that make you a queen pussy?"
"Hiiing... Was I loose?"
"No. You were ridiculously tight. Tried to pull out and you wouldn't let go for the life of you. Hey—I'm home now. Switch to video."
"Ah, it's embarrassing..."
The call dropped, and a moment later a video call came through. I lay on the bed in just a T-shirt and underwear and settled into spectator mode.
First, Kim Seoa showed her face. Right—she was confident about that part, wasn't she?
"Lower it. Keep going down."
"Hiiing... This is so embarrassing..."
Even as she said it, she slowly tilted the angle downward toward her bare lower half. When the camera reached the soft thatch of hair, her clitoris peeked into view. Two of her pale fingers were already circling it, rubbing steadily.
"A-are you naked too?"
I was still very much in my underwear, but I brushed it off.
"Yeah. I'm naked. Are you wet down there? If you are, put a finger inside and imagine it's me."
At my order, Kim Seoa spread the legs she'd been holding closed. The slick folds, clenched like lotus petals, pulsed open and shut as if breathing.
A slender finger slid long and deep into that opening. The entrance parted softly—then clamped down the instant it took the finger in.
She was soaked inside; every thrust of her finger pulled out thick, sticky fluid.
"Haaang. Y-you too... is your cock... hard?"
"It's been hard this whole time."
"Uhk... I put a finger in. I've never done this before."
"Don't lie. That finger's been in there more than once."
"Nn... it's true... haauk... My nail's catching on something inside, hnn! I-it kind of hurts..?"
"You want something hard and round in there, don't you? Say you want my cock."
"Yeah, yeah... I want yours in me right now. I'm going crazy."
"Say my name while you pump it in and out."
"M-Master's cock, I... want it in me... hnnnang..."
"Now show me your tits. Seoa. Can your tongue reach your nipples?"
"U-uh? L-like this? Like this? D-done."
"Hooah. That's so fucking hot. The way you're lifting your tits is insanely sexy."
"Sexy? Hnn... do I keep doing this?"
"Yeah, suck on them for a sec. It's so hot. Let me jerk off a little too."
"Y-you show me yours too."
"No. Not that."
"Ahaaang... whhyyy. Master... I'm really so turned on, hnn... haak... I want to see yours."
"Yeah, but hang on a second."
I'd spotted something strange on Kim Seoa's body.
"Tilt the angle a little lower. Yeah, a bit more. There. Bring it closer."
"Like this?"
"Yeah. Keep moving your fingers. In and out, don't stop."
"Hnnngh... haa..."
Squish, squish—
Her lower half was out of frame, but the wet sounds from inside had grown thick and filthy enough to sound almost convincing.
But I wasn't hearing any of that slick flesh. Because I'd seen it—a purple spot shimmering on Kim Seoa's body. There, on the ass revealed between her spread legs, a Purple Spot.
In that instant I pictured her naked body and realized what her complex must be.
A somewhat flat ass. Compared to her chest, her hips were as narrow as a girl's, leaving her butt truly flat. Next to a so-called apple hip, it was basically a sticker. Sure, the youthful look had been delicious in its own way, but apparently she herself treated that ass as a complex.
"Hey. Come over."
"Nn?"
"To our massage shop. I think you should come."
The way to make delicious food even more delicious is simple.
Make the food itself more delicious.