Sparkling Cock (7)
Vrrrm.
Inside the car, only the faint rumble of the engine could be heard. A soft navigation prompt drifted through the cabin. Following the pink-painted lane down the middle of the road, I veered onto a side route.
I glanced at the rearview mirror and locked eyes with Han Ahyoung.
When had she woken up? The way she blinked suggested she'd only just opened her eyes. She'd fallen into such a deep, comfortable sleep that her hair was a complete mess — pressed flat in places, floating up in others. Even that looked beautiful, like a painting come to life.
Han Ahyoung swept her bangs back and asked,
"What time… is it?"
Her voice was slightly hoarse, the first words of someone just waking up.
"It's one in the morning."
"…One?"
"Yes. You must have been exhausted. You passed out the second you closed your eyes."
"…"
"We didn't stop at any rest areas. That's all right, isn't it? We're already in Busan — we'll be at Haeundae soon."
A faint murmur from Han Ahyoung reached my ears.
"Busan…?"
She pulled back the blackout curtain and looked outside. We were crossing the Gwangan Bridge.
"I fell asleep in the car?"
It sounded like another self-directed question, so I didn't answer. A flicker of curiosity rose instead. Was sleeping in a car that strange? Had something happened?
Han Ahyoung settled comfortably against the backrest.
"No, wait — why is this car so comfortable?"
"I'm glad. I was hoping you wouldn't be uncomfortable, so maybe my silent prayer worked."
It was thanks to the Cloud Doll, of course, but I couldn't exactly tell her that. Even if she believed me, she'd demand it for herself — and then Master would have nothing left to use. If only another one would drop from the Pocket.
If it were Master… would I give it up for Han Ahyoung, who found car seats so unbearable? Still, I hoped Master would always come first.
I glanced at Han Ahyoung in the rearview mirror and handed her a bottle of water. Fresh from the Pocket, it was as cold as if it had just come out of a fridge.
"Have some water, Noona."
After that I passed her an assortment of snacks. She especially enjoyed the coffee and vitamins laced with Red Salt. Whether it was the vitamins or something else, Han Ahyoung woke up fully and grew lively enough to start making demands.
"A charger?"
"Right there. A portable one."
It started with simple essentials like that.
"A curling iron."
"Here you go."
"Do you have artificial tears too?"
"Ah — yes."
"My skin's getting all dry. Turn off the AC already."
Han Ahyoung rolled down the window. It was early summer, and a wave of hot night air rushed in.
"Tsk. Why are there so many bugs."
She wrinkled her pretty forehead and rolled the window back up. I quickly pulled a sticker from the Pocket — an insect-repellent sticker. When was it, the other day? I'd seen how much Han Ahyoung hated bugs and dug through the Pocket until I found them. Ages ago, insect-repellent stickers had dropped from the Pocket once. A few were still left. They worked remarkably well. Stick one on and every kind of creepy-crawly, flying bugs included, stayed completely away. For someone who hated insects as much as Han Ahyoung, it would be incredibly useful.
"Noona, try sticking this on your clothes or something. It's an insect-repellent sticker — works pretty well."
Han Ahyoung stared at the sticker for a moment, then said,
"Everything Cookie gives me has been good so far, so I'll let myself be fooled this once."
I turned off the air conditioning next and handed her a face mask pack.
"If your skin's dry, would you like to put on a mask pack? I also have some cucumber slices ready."
Han Ahyoung fixed me with a long look, then let out a soft laugh. The corners of her eyes curved elegantly — the look of someone regarding a clever slave, a well-behaved puppy.
"No, it's fine. I'll get a treatment at the hotel later."
Then she added,
"You're thoroughly prepared. You have everything. Did Seoh-ah pack all this for you?"
"No… I just packed whatever I could find. I didn't know what you might need…"
"Our Sundoong-i is pretty thorough himself, but he still can't compete with Cookie."
"…"
"It's strange. Being around Cookie just feels… comfortable somehow."
Han Ahyoung's praise felt unfamiliar. I looked away, flustered, and then remembered the cigarettes I'd completely forgotten about. I'd meant to give them to her the moment we met. I'd been looking forward to it so much, thinking of her — and then I'd blanked the second I saw her sleeping so soundly.
When we stopped at a light, I handed Han Ahyoung two packs of 27th-century cigarettes.
"Uh, I picked up the cigarettes today."
Her face lit up.
"Two packs. Did you bring an extra one because you wanted Noona to praise you?"
"Y-yes…"
"What kind of reward were you hoping for from Noona, getting this excited?"
"I… like anything Noona gives me."
"I can tell. Can't even control your face, can you?"
While I flushed red and didn't know what to do with myself, Han Ahyoung said,
"Want Noona to grab your Sochu and thrash you raw?"
"…Yes."
Hearing my answer, Han Ahyoung tore open a pack. She pulled out a single cigarette and slipped it between her lips. I took the hint and handed her a lighter and an ashtray. I never imagined she'd smoke in the car — but these cigarettes barely had any smell, so it seemed fine. They weren't harmful to health at all. Smoking inside the car wouldn't bother Master or cause any trouble.
Han Ahyoung lit the cigarette and drew in a long breath. Then she exhaled with a look of pure refreshment.
"Hoo— that's it. Noona was forced to quit because of these things."
The smoke drifted forward and brushed lightly against my cheek. As expected, almost no odor. Just a faint, pleasant fragrance that made me want to keep breathing it in. If a person smelled like this, they'd leave a wonderful impression. It was subtle, addictive — the kind of scent that made you lean closer without thinking.
Especially…
The moment I thought of it as Han Ahyoung's breath, the smoke that touched me started to feel strangely erotic.
"Pull over somewhere suitable."
"What?"
"Noona will touch you. You offered the cigarettes so well."
She exhaled smoke as she spoke.
"I'll make you so desperate to offer things that you'll be dying for it. Not just cigarettes — everything else, too."
Thump-thump♥
What on earth was she going to do to me… The excitement I couldn't hide made the surrounding noise blur away. All I could hear was the pounding of my own heart.
I found a reasonably wide empty lot. A few cars were already parked there. After parking, I glanced at the rearview mirror.
Han Ahyoung sat with her legs crossed, drawing on her cigarette. Flesh-toned pantyhose sheathed her smooth legs. Her ivory mini dress was tight — clinging so hard to her chest and hips it short-circuited my brain. My eyes wandered, not knowing where to look, and yet kept drifting right back, desperate to take her in.
A beautiful woman like that smoking a cigarette looked like something out of a photoshoot. Fitting for an actress who'd set the world on fire with cigarettes and even filmed anti-smoking PSAs because of the fallout. She smoked with such relish that I felt an urge to take a drag myself.
And those fingers holding the cigarette… I wanted them wrapped around my cock.
Thump-thump♥
I swallowed hard.
"Hoooo—"
I didn't dare speak into that lofty atmosphere. I simply waited, stealing glances at Han Ahyoung's superior figure while my chest grew more and more restless.
She smoked the shortened cigarette down to the last useful bit, tapped off the ash, and discarded the butt before speaking to me.
"Are you hard?"
"…"
"Did you get hard staring at Noona's body? Did those sexy legs turn you on?"
"…Yes. I'm hard… I got excited…"
"Come to the back. I'll check whether your little cock has been behaving."
I kicked off my shoes and climbed into the back seat. The seats could be adjusted — laid flat in a line, they could even become a bed. With my body already thrumming with arousal, I adjusted the chairs to make space. I locked every door and drew the curtains so not a single ray of moonlight could get in.
The moment I switched on the interior light—
Smack, smack!
Twitch♥
Han Ahyoung spanked my ass and said,
"Clothes off. Now."
"Yes…"
I stripped naked right in front of her. Precum was already beading and dripping from my erect cock.
Han Ahyoung spanked my ass again. My upper body pitched forward and my hips jerked up, twitching — a ridiculous pose, like a cat putting on a cute show just to get its rear smacked.
"You really love getting spanked, don't you. A few more hits and that little cock of yours will start shooting cum."
"Hah…"
"Did Seoh-ah train you?"
Smack, smack!
"Hah, hah…!"
"Did she train you into a puppy that dies of happiness the second its ass gets spanked?"
"Yeheh… I got trained…"
Han Ahyoung ran a finger lightly along my cock. It jerked and spasmed. The stimulation was so dizzying I would have cum on the spot if I'd let my guard down for even a second.
"Anything else? Anything that makes your mind go completely blank the second you see Seoh-ah?"
"Master's… scent drives me crazy. I go into heat."
"Scent?"
"I love all of Master's body smell… burying my face in her feet, her armpits, her chest…"
I confessed my weaknesses myself. Just imagining Master stepping on me made my body jolt violently.
"So you like Seoh-ah's pheromones. Is that why you carry her panties around too?"
Han Ahyoung plucked Master's panties from my pants pocket. I hadn't put the underwear in the Pocket. Keeping them in my actual pants pocket felt a little more… pleasurable. More submissive.
The moment I saw Master's panties, an unbearable urge hit me and I stretched my head forward.
"Noona… give me the panties… please give me Master's panties…"
"Want to smell them?"
"Yes…"
Han Ahyoung wedged Master's panties between her thighs. With her long legs crossed, the thick flesh of her thighs squashed together. Master's panties and Han Ahyoung's thighs gathered into one irresistible lure.
Without a second of hesitation, I buried my face in Han Ahyoung's thighs.
Sniff-sniff-sniff-sniff. Hssss.
I inhaled like a madman, snuffling frantically. My cock swelled and twitched, balls growing heavy. Thick cum gathered and gathered in my sac.
A deep fragrance rose from Master's panties — far richer, denser, and more addictive than when I'd smelled them earlier in the car. It was delicately fragrant, like expensive perfume, and I only wanted more. I rubbed my cheeks against her hard, pushing deeper. The flesh of her thighs crushed my face in pure bliss.
"Sniff-sniff…♡"
By the time I realized this wasn't Master's scent at all — that it was Han Ahyoung's skin mixed with the fragrance of 27th-century cigarettes—
Squeeze♥
It was already too late.
Han Ahyoung pressed down on the back of my head, locking my skull between her thighs.
Sniff-sniff-sniff♥
My airways sealed shut and oxygen thinned. The heat and sweat built up from her thighs pressing together poured over my face. A damp, intense, fragrant, addictive, intoxicating aroma flooded my nasal passages. I tried to pull free because I couldn't breathe, but her thighs held me fast — I couldn't move an inch. Only when I slapped her thigh in a plea for air did Han Ahyoung finally release me.
"Haa, haa."
As oxygen returned, the thoughts that had cut out slowly reconnected. I gulped down big breaths, filling the deficit. Fresh air poured in — and strangely, a sense of regret bloomed with it.
Looking down, I saw my hips twitching and trembling. Precum was pouring out in thick, wet streams — so much of it you could almost call it a full orgasm of precum alone.
"That premature little cock of yours is thoroughly broken, isn't it♥ Was burying your face in Noona's thighs that good?"
Twitch-twitch♥
"Answer me."
"I-it was good… Noona's thighs are good…"
Han Ahyoung lifted one thigh slightly, creating a gap. She set Master's panties to the side and said,
"Go wherever you want to snuffle."
"…"
"Want to bury yourself in Noona's thighs, or smell Seoh-ah's panties?"
I looked back and forth between Han Ahyoung's thighs sheathed in flesh-toned stockings and Master's panties — then I moved.