Eun-ha's Creampie on Camera, A-jin's First Time
On the bed, Han-seok held A-jin with one arm wrapped around her, still kissing her.
“Don't be shy. Use your tongue more.”
“Yes.”
Their tongues tangled together again. A-jin had his cock in her hand, working it up and down in an awkward rhythm, while Han-seok rubbed his fingers over her T-back panties, already soaked clean through.
Eun-ha finished setting up the phone camera and climbed onto the bed. She got down on all fours, pressing her hips back against his cock. The lewd arch of her back, posed so the definition of her muscles showed, had long since become second nature to her.
Han-seok broke off the kiss with A-jin and pulled her into his embrace, one hand seizing her breast.
“Watch closely.”
“Yes.”
He took his cock in hand and pressed the head against the entrance of Eun-ha's pussy.
“When she's this wet, it slides right in. A-jin, are you this wet right now?”
“...”
“Answer me. Are you wet?”
“...Yes.”
The moment the head slipped inside her, Han-seok drove the full length in with a single thrust.
“Aah.”
A moan spilled out of Eun-ha before she could stop it.
“I'm going to make you feel this way too, A-jin.”
“Yesss.”
She was breathing hot and heavy. Han-seok gripped one of Eun-ha's cheeks and began to move his hips, and Eun-ha rocked back to meet him, welcoming his cock as it drove into her. Where they met, flesh slapped against flesh with a wet, clapping sound.
“A-jin. Give me your nipple.”
Han-seok kept his eyes on Eun-ha but turned his head toward A-jin.
“Hurry.”
Flustered, A-jin cupped her own breast, coaxing her nipple to stand stiff and proud, then offered it to his mouth. The moment her nipple touched his tongue, Han-seok licked it in one slow stroke. A sweet scent rose to meet him, and something faintly unfamiliar coated the tip of his tongue.
He closed his lips around her nipple and sucked, drawing it deep. At the strange, tingling sensation of her first time, A-jin's mouth fell open on its own.
With A-jin's virgin nipple in his mouth, Han-seok took hold of both of Eun-ha's hips and began fucking her in earnest. After a moment he released the nipple and spoke.
“A-jin.”
“Y... yes?”
“Do you think you could do what Eun-ha's doing right now?”
“Mmm.”
“Something this big has to fit inside you, you know?”
Every time he moved, his balls slapped against the mound of her pussy, his massive cock skillfully savoring the cunt he'd spent days training. Eun-ha's huge breasts swung beneath her, hardened nipples tracing arcs with every thrust.
“Not right now, but... I'll do it,” A-jin answered.
“Yeah?”
Han-seok pistoned into Eun-ha's pussy even harder.
“Aaaahhaaang!”
Eun-ha threw her head back and cried out.
“So you could do this?”
“Maybe...”
“Eun-ha. Would you move for me?”
“Yesss.”
Eun-ha pushed her hips back and rocked forward, fucking herself on his cock. Han-seok gathered A-jin into his arms.
“Kang A-jin. Eun-ha used to be just as inexperienced as you, and look at her now. Don't be so scared.”
“Yes.”
A-jin nodded, and Han-seok gave her breast a squeeze.
“How you're going to earn your BD injection is simple. Forget the complicated experiments and drug effects—that's not your concern. In the end, it comes down to taking my semen and confirming the results. So from this moment on, if I say I want to suck your nipple, you put it in my mouth. If I tell you to suck my cock, you suck it. If I say spread your legs, you spread them. You take my cum, and that's your job. Understood?”
“Yes.”
Han-seok pulled his cock out of Eun-ha's hole and rose to his feet.
“Hahh... hahh...”
Eun-ha panted, arousal streaming in strands from her gaping hole.
“Can you get up? I think she's coming around.”
“Yes.”
Han-seok helped Eun-ha up and braced her against the wall with both hands planted on it. She naturally pushed her hips back toward him. He slid his cock back into her pussy as he spoke.
“A-jin, come down here and lick my balls.”
“Yes.”
Now certain of what was expected of her, A-jin ducked beneath him at once. Han-seok began pistoning into Eun-ha while A-jin stuck out her tongue and licked his swinging balls.
“A-jin's good at that.”
Han-seok gripped Eun-ha's hips tight.
“And me?”
Eun-ha asked.
“You're always good.”
“Thank you.”
“I'm about to come.”
“Yes.”
Han-seok put on a final burst of speed, plundering the depths of Eun-ha's cunt with his massive cock while A-jin sucked on his balls from below.
“Aaaahang!”
“Ah!”
Without pausing, he began unloading his semen deep inside Eun-ha's cunt.
“D-Director... ugh, ughaaang! Aaaaaah!”
Flooded with a creampie of EX74-laced semen, Eun-ha's hips and ass convulsed wildly.
“A-jin, get down off the bed.”
“Yes.”
Splat!
From Eun-ha's pussy, a spray of mixed love juices and semen erupted like a sprinkler.
“Nnnnnghhh—uuughh!”
Splat! Another gush of fluid.
“That's it. Let it all out.”
Han-seok held Eun-ha from behind, soothing her as she shuddered.
“Nnnghhh.”
The hands braced against the wall slid limply down, her legs giving out beneath her. Han-seok carried her to the middle of the bed and laid her down on her stomach.
“Eun-ha. Come back to me. Just spread your legs a little more. There you go.”
Eun-ha collapsed onto the bed, eyes glazed and unfocused. Even with her mind gone, she lifted her hips and spread her legs for the semen collection. His cock was still buried inside her pussy.
“A-jin. Hand me that plastic container over there. Yeah, that one.”
Han-seok withdrew from her and pressed the container beneath her gaping hole. Semen came pouring out of Eun-ha's pussy in a continuous stream. She bore down on her own, pushing out every last drop from inside her. The container filled about three-quarters of the way.
It was a considerable volume. Han-seok stroked Eun-ha's ass gently.
“Good work.”
“Hahh.”
She flopped face-down onto the bed, closed her eyes, and slipped into sleep as though she'd simply fainted. A-jin watched her with anxious eyes.
“She's just asleep. Don't worry.”
“Okay.”
“Is... is that going to happen to me too?”
At A-jin's frightened question, Han-seok chuckled.
“Who knows. That's what the experiment is for. It wasn't pain—unlike your typical lab subject, she came so hard it triggered the convulsions.”
“I guess so.”
Han-seok looked down at the semen-filled container in his hand. A-jin spoke up.
“Are we done for today?”
“I got what I set out to get, at least.”
Relief washed over A-jin's face.
“Come here. Let's try one more thing, you and me. Nothing like what she just did, so don't be scared.”
“Yes.”
Han-seok brought A-jin in front of the camera and had her kneel.
“Eun-ha was the one who said we should run the experiment. She'll wake up, watch this, and be thrilled. Just like when you gave me your nipple earlier—think you can use your chest?”
“Yes. Like... like this?”
The moment A-jin cupped one breast as if to present it, her pink nipple—which had already been standing stiff—swelled even more prominent. Han-seok poured some of the semen from the container over his own glans, coating the head until it glistened white.
“Now, A-jin. Hold your breast like that. Grab my cock. Good. Just like that—now rub my glans against your nipple. Rub it around the areola too.”
“Rub it? L-like this?”
The semen-slicked head dragged across her jutting nipple again and again, smearing the white fluid all over it.
“Faster.”
“Faster? L-like this?”
A-jin shook his cock while at the same time bouncing the breast in her hand, rubbing the glans rapidly over her nipple until areola and nipple alike were painted white with semen.
“Hahh. Hahh.”
It seemed EX74 worked through the breasts as well.
“Good girl.”
A-jin was too dazed to notice it herself, but water was dripping steadily from the panties she still wore. Han-seok poured more semen onto his glans.
“This side too.”
A-jin seized her other breast, coaxed that nipple stiff, and rubbed the cum-covered glans against it all the same.
“Hahh... haahh. Sir, is this right? Am I doing it right?”
“Yeah. You've got it. Good girl.”
Now both areolas and nipples were thoroughly smeared with EX74 semen.
“Sir... haang, wait. Something's wrong. It feels... haang... aaaaah!”
Han-seok set the container aside and guided A-jin up onto the bed.
“Get down. There. Toward me.”
He had her present her ass to the camera and crouch like a dog. He peeled off her T-back panties, drenched clean through, revealing her virgin pussy—pink clitoris, plump, tender folds and all.
“Hahh. Sir. Ah. Ah, aahn. S-something's happening to me. It feels—aaahn. Aaaaaah!”
In an instant, a stream of clear fluid burst from her pussy in a single arc.
Then again, and again—spray after spray gushed out of her.
“Aaaaahang!”
Her hips convulsed as she kept squirting.
“Nnnnngh. Sir, please, do something about this—aaahn—please—aaaaah!”
“There you go. That's it. Come it all out.”
Han-seok stroked her ass as she gushed, wave after wave, until at last she gave one short final spurt—tss-—and the convulsions stopped.
“Hahh... hahh... hahh...”
Overwhelmed by a pleasure she had never known existed, A-jin panted on all fours, her eyes glazed and unfocused.
“You did great. Come here, let's go shower. We'll let Eun-ha sleep a little longer.”
“Mmm... siir.”
Han-seok hoisted A-jin up over his shoulder and headed for the shower.
The next day. Baekjin Bank, Gangnam Branch. The branch manager's office.
Han Dong-jin was sunk deep into the sofa, playing a game on his phone.
Ring-ring. Ring-ring.
The phone screen switched over.
“Ah, shit, what now—”
“Oh, my baby girl. What is it?”
Han Dong-jin answered the call with a broad smile.
“Dad.”
“Yeah?”
“Is there a friend of yours named... Lee Han-seok?”
“What?”
Ever since Ahn Sung-chul had chewed him out over the phone, Han Dong-jin had been keeping his head down, just as Lee Han-seok had told him to. He'd considered leaning on Jang Min-jun for help, but the man was tangled up in a bribery indictment with his own troubles to spare. So staying quiet had been his only option. Han-seok had made it clear he was watching.
And now, out of nowhere, his daughter Yuna was saying that name. A chill crawled over his entire body.
“Dad, did you... bully that guy back when you were in school?”