Pants Come Off First
“Hngh, hngh!” Park Eun-ji’s body flew onto the bed as I grabbed her wrist. The sight was strangely unfamiliar yet oddly arousing.
“…You fucking… what the hell kind of bullshit is this…?” She growled like a wounded cat. But she was still just a cat—her protests were nothing more than cute tantrums.
I had to admit it. I realized I was genuinely excited. It wasn’t just because she was a woman, or because it was Park Eun-ji, or even simple lust. It was the unexpected sight of her acting so defiant yet obedient to me. Her flushed face, red with embarrassment, was more than enough to make my heart pound. Especially the way she looked at me like she hated this, while her soaked panties and dripping pussy kept making my lower body throb.
“…What the fuck are you looking at…?” She noticed my blatant stare and tried to cover her crotch with her hand. My fingers, still glistening with her juices from earlier, sparkled under the light.
“……” The word “glistening” didn’t even feel like an exaggeration. And for some reason, it looked delicious. I brought my wet fingers closer to my mouth without thinking.
“H-Hey!!” Eun-ji yelped and reached out, but I was too far away.
“Slurp, lick… lick, lick.” The taste wasn’t much different from last time. But since it was mealtime, it somehow tasted even better. The thought floated through my head.
“Y-You crazy bastard!” It was good. A sweet flavor spread across my tongue before gradually shifting into a salty aftertaste. The transition was strangely perfect.
“…Tastes good.”
“Haa, haah… Seriously, haa… fuck…” Eun-ji’s face turned bright red. She looked like she couldn’t understand what she was seeing—or more accurately, like she’d just witnessed something she shouldn’t have.
“Want a taste too?”
“…Shut the fuck up. Please, just stop talking shit…” Her expression was complicated. The kind of face that wouldn’t look strange if she punched me right now. Yet it was also filled with embarrassment and shame, leaving her flustered and groaning.
“…You came here first.”
“What?”
“You came to my house first again.” I didn’t barge into her place planning to rape her. If I had, maybe her reaction would make a little more sense.
“I came because I wanted to do this—”
“N-No, I didn’t—!!” She screamed. Her face was full of panic.
“M-Mom just sent me on an errand, you fucking bastard!!”
“…Since when were you such a good daughter?”
“What?”
“Whatever. The fact is, you were this wet.”
“……” I showed her my fingers, now shiny with both her juices and my saliva. They sparkled even more than before.
“Park Eun-ji’s pussy juice always tastes good, no matter when I eat it.” I sucked on my fingers again, making loud slurping noises. Her face turned so red it looked ready to explode.
“…S-Stop it.” Her voice was small, almost like she was whining.
“Don’t wanna.”
“Haa, haah… Fuck, fuck…” She cursed, unable to contain her frustration, and pounded the bed with her fists.
“Ah, fuck! Fuck!” She was slowly returning to the Park Eun-ji I knew. I felt a slight twinge of nervousness, but this was my house. My room. I reminded myself of that.
“Did you bite on a rag or something? All you know how to do is swear?”
“What the hell did you just say?!” She looked furious. Not just angry—more like she was annoyed, and the annoyance didn’t seem directed at me.
“…I keep saying I like you, like you, so now I look like some kind of fucking idiot…?”
I wasn’t sure. When had she ever liked me? Maybe if I were just a dog that listened well, but I’d never been treated like that before.
“I don’t know about the idiot part… but you do look like you’re in heat.”
“H-Heat? You fucking bastard, seriously!” Where did this confidence come from? I felt so exhilarated I could’ve been walking on air.
“What? Gonna hit me? Go ahead, bitch. Hit me if you can.” Even I thought I’d lost my mind. But Eun-ji just shrugged her shoulders. Her lips moved, yet she stayed put on the bed, busy covering her crotch with her hands. The sight was strangely stimulating.
“…You liked it too. What happened to all that pussy juice you were dripping?”
“T-That! That never happened!” She was even lying to herself. Then what the hell had I been licking earlier?
“Whatever. Or should I check again right now?” I took a slow step forward. Eun-ji flinched and backed away.
Thud—
“Ah, fuck… Get away!” She was cornered against the wall with nowhere left to go. If it were a cliff, she might’ve jumped. Unfortunately for her, she’d reached a dead end.
“Just think of it as the wrestling moves you always do.”
“D-Don’t say such bullshit!!” The bed was soft, gently supporting my crawling knees. This was the same bed I’d slept in yesterday. The only difference was that Eun-ji’s scent filled the air. And it still did now.
“…Ah, fuck… Get away! Get the fuck away…!” I felt like the villain. Eun-ji squeezed her thighs together and pulled her legs up toward her chest. Her hands covered both her breasts and body, as if she thought I was some kind of rapist.
“Kyaa, kyaaah!”
“Shh. I told you to be quiet, didn’t I?” Her ankles were surprisingly slender for someone with such a sturdy build. I grabbed one with one hand and pulled it closer.
“Ah, fuck! Fuck!!” She tried to resist, but it was impossible to stay steady on the slippery bedsheets.
“They can hear everything outside. If my mom and dad walk in and see us fucking, how shocked do you think they’d be?”
“……T-That won’t happen, you bastard…” Her toes wiggled. Her small, trembling breaths made the room feel even hotter.
“And Mom would tell your mom. That her daughter and our son are like that.”
“…Are you drunk? Or are you on drugs or something?” She glared at me with disgust, but the flush on her face still looked pretty.
“If word gets to other moms, like Choi Ji-young’s mom… then the rumor will spread to all the other moms in no time.” Choi Ji-young had a big mouth, so she probably took after her mom. Any story that reached those two would spread through the school instantly.
“…So let’s just keep this between us.”
“Hngh, hngh!” I pulled her ankle even closer. Her white socks reached up to her ankles. I slowly peeled one off.
“Ah, fuck… I said stop! I told you to stop, didn’t I?!” Her threats were pathetic. Had Park Eun-ji ever made such petty threats before? Maybe that’s why my threats worked so well on her. Or maybe this was a glimpse of her innocent side.
Her sock came off in my hand.
Plop—
“Ah, shit… Haa, haah… Hoo, haaah…” Whether from embarrassment or not, her toes wiggled even faster than before. Her already short shorts had ridden halfway up her hips.
“Your toes are really pretty too.”
“I don’t need that kind of compliment, so just… fuck, get lost while I’m still asking nicely, you bastard…” Her voice was filled with rage. She looked like a dog lifting one hind leg to pee, yet she still tried to maintain her pride and dignity.
“Haaah…”
“Kyaa, kyaaah! What the fuck is that?!” Her toes were thin and long. Size 240, maybe? They were small, completely mismatched with her large frame.
“Haa… Why? Don’t like me doing this?”
“I-It smells, you crazy bastard!!” Her voice was so loud someone outside might’ve heard. It was so piercing my ears rang even though she was right in front of me.
“…Smells? It’s fine.”
“A-Ah, fuck! You filthy bastard!!” It really was fine. There was no sweaty smell—just the soft scent of fabric softener from her socks.
“It’s really fine.”
“No! Why the hell are you smelling it?!”
“Ah, well. I just wanted to.” This kind of behavior could be called instinct. Like how dogs or cats sniff food before eating to check if it’s safe.
“Sniff, sniff.”
“Ah, stop. Stop it!” If she’d used her real strength, I wouldn’t have stood a chance. But her resistance was weak.
“Haa… Stay still.”
“Ah, fuck! Are you insane?! I said stop!!” I moved my nose past her sole to her ankle. Even her pinkish ankle bone looked appetizing.
“Ugh, hngh! Haa, haah!” I passed over her soft calves and knees. Her trembling grew stronger the lower I went.
“Haaah…” That place smelled good. It was filled with a delicious scent.
“Get away! Please, just go!!” She should’ve kicked me earlier if she was going to. Instead, her legs were spread slightly to the side while I still held her ankle.
“Ah, your mom and dad are outside… If you let go now, I-I’ll just let this go—”
“Hey.” I cut her off.
“First, I’ll take your pants off.” It was a declaration. Eun-ji’s face turned redder than I thought possible. Her shorts, caught on my fingers, slowly slid down over her hips.