Little Sister's Friend (8)
My body went limp.
A heavy languor settled through every limb until all I wanted was to collapse where I stood. Pleasure had soaked me so thoroughly I could barely keep myself upright.
If she made me come like this… what was I supposed to do now?
Would she take responsibility for me all the way to the end? Was that what she had meant?
"Did it feel good, Cookie?"
Park Seoh-ah, still showering me with kisses, looked at me with eyes full of affection. Honey seemed to drip from her gaze. Every time those eyes blinked, heat flooded my face. Receiving that coquettish stare from so close left me speechless. My heart fluttered, my chest tickled, my whole body burned—I wanted to thrash and struggle with everything I had.
And, coincidentally, the future me also began breathing harder, fidgeting restlessly.
"Mmm♥ It felt so good♥ So good I could go crazy♥"
"Hah… hah… hah…"
"It's okay, it's okay♥ Master will hold you nice and tight, so just calm down♥"
Seoh-ah slid off the sofa, adjusted her position, and gathered my head into her arms. My face sank deep into the valley of her breasts, and the thrashing gradually stilled. Those soft masses of flesh seemed to steal the strength right out of me. She gently patted my back and my rear while whispering against my ear.
"Haa. It's okay♥ The stimulation was too much, wasn't it♥ Master is sorry♥"
Pat, pat.
"Breathe in slowly♥ Hoo. Haa."
Just as she told me, I exhaled slowly and began to settle. The steady rhythm of her hand stroking my back and butt felt wonderfully warm. My mind quieted—yet my body only burned hotter. Simply being held was enough to wring rough breaths from me in fits and starts, my pleasure-soaked frame trembling. A little composure returned, and I found myself wanting to wrap my arms around her waist.
Then my body actually did it.
Same as before. The future me felt as if he were moving exactly according to what I thought and felt. Coincidence born from matching emotions and sensations? Like this, it almost felt truly synchronized. I was going insane. The last scraps of distinction that let me tell this wasn't reality were vanishing one by one.
Sensing I had steadied, Seoh-ah whispered into my ear again.
"Cookie's cum got all over Master's clothes♥ Are you marking your territory on Master?"
Hooo—
She blew a soft stream of air against my eardrum, whispering straight into a brain melting to mush.
"Marking Master as Cookie's property? Then shall we make it Cookie's?"
Instead of answering, I nuzzled my head deeper into her chest. The breath that had been calming caught again, and heat surged back through me.
"Ah…♥ Master is sorry♥ Let's calm our Cookie down… There, there♥"
Seoh-ah patted my rear and gently stroked along my body. After a little while she lifted me onto the sofa and sat beside me. Naturally she breathed a warm Haaa♥ against my face, and I inhaled it in a daze. Then her eyes dropped to my twitching cock.
"Cookie's little cock got rock-hard again♥"
Just being mentioned made it swell even harder.
"But with Cookie's stamina we can't go any further. What if you die from coming too much?"
"Hah…"
"Being erect when you can't even come is pure torture, so Master will help. Wait just a moment."
Help? How, exactly? It couldn't mean making me come again. Some technique to settle an erection, maybe?
Seoh-ah lowered her head until she was right in front of my cock—close enough that the tip might brush her lips. Her warm breath washed over it. The instant that breath touched me, my cock twitched.
"Ah♥ It got even bigger♥"
She drew in a breath, then slowly exhaled toward it—starting from the balls, up the shaft, all the way to the head. Hot, sticky breath coiled around my cock and spilled away. A dizzy, brain-ringing thrill left me staring blankly at her. Far from calming down, the urge to come was only being stoked higher. At this rate I might finish without even being touched. The mere fact that her face was pressed so near my cock made it throb hungrily.
I carefully opened my mouth.
"Then… it only gets bigger…"
Even though I was the older one, the honorifics slipped out on their own—as if that were only natural. No… I was merely watching the future. At some point I had started to believe I was the one acting. My head felt fogged, my mind scattered.
Seoh-ah smiled with her eyes.
"Cookie listens well to Master, right?"
"Yeees… I listen well."
"Why do you listen so well?"
This time my mouth wouldn't open. Seoh-ah supplied the answer herself.
"Because your body has already submitted to Master♥ Because your body is only happy when Master dominates it♥"
"…"
"Because you've become a body that can't live without Master anymore♥ That's why you listen so well♥"
Thump-thump♥
"Cookie's little cock is no exception. If anything, it should listen to Master even better. It's the part Master dotes on the most."
She pressed her lips to the head and gave it several short, soft kisses.
Thump-thump♥
I could feel the pulse hammering through my cock.
"So when Master gives an order, you will always obey. Like this—"
She whispered against the shaft, veins standing out as if I were already on the edge of climax.
"No erections♥ Don't get hard♥ Erection ban♥"
Twitch-twitch♥
"Endure it♥ No♥ Don't get bigger♥ Shrink, you pathetic little cock♥ Mwah. Mwah♥"
I could picture my own expression without a mirror—a pathetic wreck gasping and floundering under pleasure I couldn't bear. Ridiculous enough that Seoh-ah kept glancing up while she tormented me.
I was going to come. Unbearable stimulation poured straight through her lips. My lower body vibrated with a tingling that probed deep into my sphincter. For a premature ejaculator like me, it was far too much.
Sensing the rising climax, she whispered even thicker, hotter breath against me.
"You can't come♥ Endure♥ Endure♥ Endure♥ Don't come♥"
Gush♥ Burble♥
Semen leaked out in open defiance of the ban. The sheer sense of betrayal—failing the order, rebelling against it—shook my brain to its core. Just before the thinned white fluid of a second orgasm could shoot into the air, Seoh-ah took the head into her mouth. The semen poured straight down her throat. After the clearly shorter climax ended, she licked the glans clean with her tongue. My spine arched straight; my limbs writhed. The tingling that rang all the way to my fingertips seemed to declare that I could never defy Park Seoh-ah again.
Once she finished cleaning me and lifted her head, she wore a deliberately stern expression. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. Familiarly downing the semen, she stroked my cheek.
"Master told you not to come. What do you do if you come anyway?"
Her voice was colder than usual, yet the hand caressing me remained soft.
"I'm sorry…"
"If you do something wrong, you have to take Master's punishment—"
Trailing off, she spread her legs. Pointing between those thick thighs, straight at her crotch, she gave the order.
"Hurry up and bury your head."
The words had barely left her mouth before my vision lurched. On all fours like a dog, I drove my face straight into Seoh-ah's crotch. The moment my head went in, she closed her spread thighs and squeezed tight. It was every bit as soft and plush as when I had been buried in her breasts—only firmer, cozier… and far more submissive. One thing was certain.
I would never—
Squeeze♥
—be able to shake off the afterimage this left on my body and brain. I would never be able to go back to the way I was before.
Squeeze-squeeze♥
Her thighs clamped tighter. Air fled outward; the passages for breath clogged shut. Only the tiniest gap—too narrow even for a thread—let any air through at all. Through that cramped opening came dense, stifling heat. Seoh-ah's body scent flooded the narrow channel and sealed my nasal cavity. The flesh of her thighs crushing my face, the thick scent of her skin—my brain cells were becoming addicted. They were degenerating into cells that no longer wanted oxygen, only her heavy musk.
She stroked my head and whispered.
"Haa♥ You're being punished right now, and you still got hard again♥ Even Master's punishment makes you happy♥"
Squeeeze♥
The grip of her thighs grew even fiercer. Face and flesh sealed so tight I couldn't breathe at all. Oxygen thinned; the world blurred. Even under pressure so crushing I could barely stay conscious, my cock twitched in delight.
"Ma~so♥"
She pinched the shaft between her fingers so it couldn't even twitch. That forced restraint sent a sharp tingle through my prostate.
"Twitching while a woman shamefully punishes you♥"
Twitch-twitch♥
"The more you submit to a woman, the more you go into heat♥ Losing is becoming a habit♥"
A habit… she said.
Twitch-twitch-twitch♥
"You know, Oppa. Jiwoo Oppa."
She called me Oppa while I was locked in this humiliating, shameful posture—peeling away, clean and complete, the last shell that had separated Cookie from Kim Jiwoo.
"Oppa can't live even a single moment without me now♥ If you don't smell my musk for even a second, the withdrawal hits and you go crazy♥"
Whispers blowing across a body already in full heat. It felt like she was kneading my brain with her bare hands.
"Thinking only of me all day long makes ordinary life impossible♥ Thinking only of me, nothing stays in your hands♥"
My skull was so packed with Park Seoh-ah that thought itself became impossible. Bit by bit I was turning into a body that could not survive a single moment without her.
"So from now on… with Ahyoung, with Chaeeun, with Soyul—sex is completely forbidden. You can only do it with me."
Squeeeze♥
"From now on you only listen to me and only look at me. Because Oppa is mine. You only think of me and only submit to me."
"…"
"You only love me alone. Got it? Our Cookie listens so well to Master. You're a good boy."
There was no room left to question anything. Consciousness began to slip. Buried between her thighs, I was suffocating—and the situation was so ecstatic I almost welcomed it.
Thud.
The warmth that had been whispering against my ear vanished in an instant. The plump flesh pressing and wrapping my face disappeared. Clean air rushed in through open nostrils.
Ah.
The future had ended.
If only a little longer. Just a little more…
I blankly touched my face. Peaceful skin that had never felt any pressure at all. Empty and hollow, as if everything until a moment ago had been nothing but a dream.
Except—
Down below felt distinctly damp and heavy. I tugged my pants and underwear open and looked inside. Semen had spurted out in a full, thick load.