Beneath Her Command
"Kyaa, kyaaahhh♥!" It was an unbelievable reality. And I was being swept away in the endless continuation of that reality.
"Hah, haaang…♥"
Park Eun-ji's seductive moan. I couldn't help but doubt my own ears, yet the damp sensation brushing against my face made me realize this was truly happening.
"Haa, ha… huum…."
"Ah, fuck… your breathing's way too rough…."
Park Eun-ji's thighs squeezed around my face, firm and toned—maybe even more so than mine. Yet that uniquely feminine softness and pliancy sent shivers racing through me. It was an overwhelming pleasure that made everything I'd endured from her so-called wrestling moves feel like nothing in comparison.
"…Your face looks so fucking weird. Haang… does it feel that good?"
What really overwhelmed me was the sensation of her panties. Soft cotton, no doubt, but soaked through with her juices. The fabric, drenched in her arousal, gave off a sweet, intoxicating scent that flooded my nose and left me feeling drunk. My head went hazy. It felt like I was floating, drifting through clouds.
"Hueung, you, fuck, right now… you moved your tongue, didn't you?"
It was pure curiosity. I wanted to know what she tasted like. Park Eun-ji, sharp as ever, glared down at me. Her eyes had narrowed into something dangerously pointed.
Swish— swish— I half-expected a string of curses or maybe even a slap across the face. Instead—
"You're shaking like a leaf, you idiot."
Park Eun-ji reached down and stroked my hair. It was a faintly familiar touch—the same one she used when she was in a good mood or when I'd run an errand to her satisfaction. Taming. A habit from when she used to toy with me like I was her personal plaything. And now she was doing it again, clearly intending to do the same to the me currently pinned beneath her pussy… or more precisely, beneath her soaked panties.
"…I told you to do exactly what I say, remember? Huh?"
"……."
"Not answering?"
"Y-yeah. I did. I did it."
"Hah, that tickles…♥"
Whenever I spoke, Park Eun-ji's body trembled. She furrowed her brows, yet the corners of her lips curled upward in clear satisfaction.
"Hey, Kim Do-hyun."
"…Yeah."
"Haa, you fuck… you're doing it on purpose to tickle me, aren't you? Huh?"
"…No, that's not—"
"Kyaaah?!"
My tongue peeked out between my lips. Park Eun-ji let out a shrill, trembling cry and twisted her body.
"…You okay?"
"Ha, hueung… haaang…."
Her moans grew rougher. Beneath the trembling panties, I felt something hot and wet pulsing out in thick waves.
"Ha, haaeng… you fucking bastard…♥"
Her voice had gone slack and needy. The raw, primal reaction made my lower body throb in response.
"I told you… haah…! to stay still… didn't I…."
Park Eun-ji grabbed my hair and tugged. She looked like she was blaming me, yet her lips parted helplessly and the corners of her mouth kept twitching with pleasure.
"I said that… but you, fuck, ha, haah… why aren't you listening… huh?"
She shook my head lightly while holding it in place, as if the gesture was meant more for her own satisfaction than any real reprimand.
"…Sorry."
"Haa… stupid bastard. If you're sorry… hueung, is that all you've got?"
My lips pressed firmly against her panties. No—Park Eun-ji pressed them there herself. The dizzying sensation and scent seeped through the thin fabric, sending electric currents racing down my spine. My vision blurred. All I could see was Park Eun-ji's lewd expression as she smiled brightly, teeth flashing.
Squeeze—
"Huu, hueup…."
Her fingers tightened in my hair, pulling hard enough to make my scalp tingle.
"…Your face looked pretty damn nasty just now."
"M-me…?"
"Yeah. Like you thought you were something special. Haa, while you're lying under me… you still manage to look so fucking smug."
A bright smile bloomed across Park Eun-ji's face. If she looked genuinely happy, then either I was imagining things… or she was an incredibly good actress.
"Hueup, haaa…."
"Ha, haaeng… even your breathing sounds nasty. You fuck… haaang… you're doing it on purpose, aren't you?"
If "on purpose" meant deliberately licking her pussy through her panties to provoke her, then she was right.
"…No?"
"Again, fuck… that relaxed act of yours."
She kept finding fault with my expression, her eyes filled with contempt as she looked down at me. That gaze was as fierce as a wildcat's.
"Huu… enough of that."
It was a deep sigh, as if she'd given up on something. Once it left her lips, Park Eun-ji squeezed her thighs around my head once more.
"…Feels good?"
"……."
This time the question was straightforward.
"I asked if it feels good, you fuck."
"…Y-yeah."
Under her persistent questioning, I answered honestly. After all, I didn't have any other choice.
"Huu…."
Park Eun-ji wore a faint, ambiguous smile.
"Hueung…."
The pussy pressed against my mouth throbbed. I could feel it clearly through the panties.
"…Close your eyes."
"Huh?"
"Can't hear me? Close your fucking eyes."
It was an order. I shut my eyes immediately.
"…Lately you've been so out of it I have to say everything twice or three times…."
"Ah…."
Warm, soft, damp, sticky, and thick—her bare pussy slowly lifted away from my face as the panties were pulled aside.
"…Open your eyes and you're dead."
"Y-yeah."
It felt like the setup of some cheap, third-rate erotic novel. My mouth fell open at the familiar yet unreal development.
Swish— swish—
I heard the sound of fabric sliding. Even with my eyes closed, I was almost a hundred percent certain what was happening.
Then came a soft snap, followed by the quiet sound of something hitting the floor.
"Haaa…."
An even deeper sigh than before. It was so hot I could feel it warming my face. I thought it might be my imagination… but it wasn't.
"U-uum…."
"Haaang…♥"
It was a sensation I'd never felt before. Infinitely softer than the panties had been.
"Kim Do-hyun, you fucking bastard… if you really open your eyes, haah…! I'll kill you. I already warned you…."
This wasn't the artificial moaning from porn. The sound spilling from Park Eun-ji's lips was something entirely different—raw and genuine.
"Haa, fuck… what is this, ah, ueung… haang, ha, haah…."
She whimpered like she was in pain, yet her hips rocked back and forth, desperately rubbing against my face.
"Hey, you bastard! Just like before, ha, hueung… do it again, ha, hueup!"
Her moans had grown much rougher. I was still dazed, struggling to process everything.
"Do it! Haa, hueut! What you did to me earlier! Exactly the same!!"
Park Eun-ji's demand. She wanted me to do something. At first I didn't understand, but in a situation this explicit, only an idiot would need further explanation.
"Kyaa, kyaaahhh♥!"
I stuck out my tongue. The soft flesh pressing against the tip made my cock twitch on its own.
"More, more, moreee!!"
Park Eun-ji's voice filled the room—not a shout, but a high-pitched cry of pleasure. Her body moved instinctively, lost in ecstasy.
"Hueut! Hup! Haaeng!"
I desperately wanted to know what kind of expression she was making right now.
"Ah, good, fuck… with this pathetic loser, ah, aaaang!"
Her hips found a steady rhythm, riding my face. I still couldn't believe this was real and not some pathetic fantasy.
Plap— plap— plap— plap—
Her skin was incredibly smooth, almost slippery, and gave off an intensely erotic scent. Park Eun-ji bounced above me, and the sensation of her sliding across my lips felt unreal.
"Haa, good… more, more!"
I extended my tongue further. The tip parted her folds, almost as if trying to push inside.
"Ah, fuck! You fucking bastard♥"
A petulant sound escaped her. I knew it was directed at me.
Slurp, slurp—I licked her pussy with long strokes of my tongue.
"Hue, hueueup?!"
Something caught on the tip of my tongue. Park Eun-ji's reaction was violent; she grabbed my hair and trembled violently.
"Wah, ha, haaeng… what do I do… haa, fuck… fuck…."
Trickle— more of her juices poured out, slowly filling my mouth.
"Haa… hut, hueung…!"
She had just come. Her body shook uncontrollably before she collapsed sideways.
"Ah, aaeng… hue, hueu, hueueup…."
I cautiously opened my eyes. And right in front of me was a sight I'd never seen before—Park Eun-ji's pussy, twitching and exposed.