How Does Brother Namgung Know About Femboy Cleanup…?
"Ugh, what the hell is this……!?"
Brrr-rrr-rt—
If it had been ordinary sex, the thugs might not have cum so helplessly. But a titjob was service that barely shared any pleasure to begin with, so Im Seowol only received the mild sensation of his breasts pressing against their cocks while he served them. The thugs, on the other hand, couldn't last against the pleasure of those warm, heavy, milk-filled breasts—slick with lube—softly enveloping their shafts.
"Damn it……! These aren't breasts, they're tit-pussies……!"
Bwooosh— splat—
It wasn't quite as premature as the first thug who had taken Im Seowol's titjob virginity(?), but the other men in the group didn't last much longer either.
"Hooo…… so warm……♡"
None of them had lasted long, yet perhaps because they made a habit of eating stamina-boosting foods for their pleasures, every last load from the thugs was enormous. Im Seowol's breasts, which had been coated in slick transparent lube, were soon plastered all over with white cum.
"Sss… haah…… such a lewd smell……♡"
Already dazed from the drugs and alcohol, Im Seowol let out a vacant little smile at the massive pool of semen gathered in his cleavage.
"Is this guy really a college student? He's a total empty-headed femboy bitch."
"After feeding him that much drugs and booze, no way he'd be fine. Here, drink the cum with this."
One of the thugs stuck a straw into the mouth of Im Seowol—who was still kneading his own breasts, intoxicated by the scent of cum—and planted the other end straight into the valley of his cleavage.
"Huh? ……slurp— suck—"
The moment the straw touched his lips, Im Seowol reflexively began to suck, and soon found himself drinking a kind of valley wine made from his own breasts and their cum.
"Slurp…… gulp……♡"
The instant that lewd-tasting semen hit his tongue, Im Seowol greedily swallowed it down—and the thugs' scolding poured out at once.
"Huh? What are you doing? Don't just swallow it. Open your mouth and show us."
"Dumb femboy bitch, who the hell taught you to just swallow?"
"I-I'm shorry……."
Drunk on alcohol and drugs, his mind already softened and excited by the erotic scent of cum, Im Seowol's brain simply accepted the thugs' completely unreasonable scolding as truth.
"Slurp— slurp— ehhh—"
Crestfallen under their abuse, Im Seowol obediently sucked up every last drop remaining in his cleavage, then opened his mouth wide to display the thick pool of semen filling his oral cavity.
"Ooh…… that's so fucking hot."
"You don't swallow the cum until we tell you to. You hold it and open your mouth so we can see. That's just common sense. That's what gets us off, you know?"
The hands of the thugs surrounding the kneeling Im Seowol stroked his head; their cocks tapped against his cheeks; rough fingers groped and squeezed his breasts.
"Yeheh……♡"
Mouth still open and full of cum so they could inspect him, he nodded in meek agreement. It was an utterly humiliating scene, yet Im Seowol's heart—already beginning to submit to cock—melted blissfully under the praise that followed the scolding. The claim that he was hot only sent pleasant shivers racing across his skin.
"……Shall we wrap this up? Hey, swallow."
"Mm…… gulp……♡"
Obeying the order, Im Seowol swallowed the semen. Immediately a gentle tremor bloomed deep in his untouched perineum—from his prostate—and spread through his entire body.
"Ah… nngh……♡ I'm cumming……♡ From drinking the cum……♡"
Splat—
The memory of being humiliated by the clerk still lingered clearly even in his hazy mind, so this time Im Seowol remembered to announce his climax.
"You cum just fine without even getting hard or being touched."
Just as the thug said, Im Seowol's completely naked cock—never properly erect—climaxed and dripped semen in thick beads. Unlike Yu Gaeul, who had been forcibly locked in a chastity belt for so long that it had shrunk and grown as sensitive as a clitoris, Im Seowol's cock had only reached the level of a leaky faucet that dribbled cum and precum. Compared to Yu Gaeul, whom the young master had thoroughly tamed to a certain degree, Im Seowol—left somewhat neglected under Maeng Harang—suffered from unbalanced training. The climax threshold raised by his extremely developed breasts and his enthusiastically developing anus could never be satisfied by his underdeveloped cock.
Even while still drunk on the afterglow of climax, the clever Im Seowol did not forget the other reason he had been humiliated by the clerks.
"Hoo, haaah……♡ Shall I clean you up……?"
If you made a cock cum, you properly cleaned it with your mouth afterward. Im Seowol opened his mouth wide in front of the thugs and stuck his tongue out as far as it would go.
"Whoever taught you, they taught you well."
The thugs praised him in voices half admiration and half mockery.
"……♡"
At their praise, Im Seowol felt his shoulders lift with involuntary pride. Without a word he began carefully sucking the cock thrust before him, messy with cum and lube.
"Chuuup……♡ chuk……♡"
The salty, bitter taste of semen he had already sampled several times wound around his tongue.
Haah, I can't hold it……♡ The lewd smell is rising straight up my nose♡
With his free hand he diligently rubbed his own still-soft cock the way life had taught him, yet it felt nowhere near as good as he expected.
"Tsuup……♡ suck……♡"
What he was doing right now was strictly cleaning, not masturbation. No one had taught him, but with his naturally sharp mind Im Seowol could roughly figure out how cock-cleaning worked. First suck the shaft and glans clean of every trace of cum and lube, then suck out whatever semen remained in the urethra.
"Chuuup— churulurup—"
"Ugh……."
Finally, to avoid leaving saliva behind, he thoroughly cleaned even the abundant spit pooling in his own mouth before releasing the cock.
"Whew…. Almost came again."
"Alright…… next is my turn."
One thug who even sighed in relief with a strangely frivolous air stepped back, and another from the group presented his cock to Im Seowol.
"Mm……♡"
The remaining night was still long.
"Slurp…… suck……♡"
"That's enough. I'm done too."
"Mmn……?"
Having finished cleaning every cock, Im Seowol looked with quiet longing at the thugs who were casually gathering their clothes. With the carnal desires that grew daily under the Femboy Divine Art mixed with aphrodisiac and alcohol, Im Seowol was now in a state where a single touch could have claimed him completely.
"Ahh— that was refreshing."
"Wanna hit the bathhouse then grab some pork bone soup?"
"Sounds good—"
Yet the thugs simply left him there, chatting among themselves as they walked out of the room.
"Ah……!"
Im Seowol had not fallen far enough to beg them first to take his body; he could only watch them leave with confused eyes.
"Wh-what are those guys……?"
He remained kneeling blankly, blinking for a long while, until the pain in his knees finally forced him to stand.
"Ugh…… haah…… what the hell……."
Rising, Im Seowol checked his condition in the mirror that stood in the room.
"Euh……."
Perhaps the more lewd acts he performed, the faster his breasts filled with milk; Im Seowol's chest looked even larger than it had that morning—now a pair of explosive G-cup breasts. From those breasts, still smeared with the cum he hadn't finished drinking through the straw, rose a strange erotic scent: the sweet milk smell that had become his own body odor, the sweat that seduced males, and a fishy tang all mixed together. The acts he had just performed in the stuffy room had left his entire sweat-soaked body glistening golden, more than enough to draw any man's gaze.
Haah…… why am I doing things like this…….
Though he hadn't managed a proper, refreshing release, once the heat of mating faded Im Seowol regained enough composure to look at himself—and a crushing sense of powerlessness and self-loathing crashed over him.
"What…… have I been doing……?"
He clutched his head at the sight of his own horrifyingly shameful body. Someone's hand settled on that shoulder.
"Those guys went off somewhere else, huh—? How mean."
"Ah, ah……?"
Seeing Chaehyang appear so suddenly, Im Seowol momentarily lost his words. Chaehyang grinned with her usual somewhat lewd smile. With the experience he had gained over the past few days, Im Seowol could guess exactly what she had been doing from her slightly disheveled clothes and freshly retouched makeup.
"Everyone gets post-nut clarity after fucking— me too. For post-nut clarity, this is the best. Wanna take a hit too? Actually I already bought a pipe— hehe."