Do-ah Becomes Han-seok's Woman / What Choi Won-sung Is Up To
There had been an accident somewhere, and the road had slowed to a crawl.
The company car was tinted so dark that nothing inside could be seen from the outside.
Han-seok had Do-ah lying on her side, driving into her from behind in a side-lying position, her leg hooked open by his arm at the crook of her knee. If not for the tint, the driver in the next lane might have caught the whole thing—the penetration, the rhythm of it, all of it.
Every time Han-seok moved his hips, Do-ah let out a low groan.
“Mmph... mmh.”
“Do-ah. You moaned plenty the first time I came inside you, didn’t you? Hm?”
“Nnh... When did I ever... mmh.”
But every time that thick cock dragged along the walls of her pussy on its way in, an ecstatic expression was creeping across her face despite herself.
Han-seok picked up the pace of his pistoning, strumming her clitoris with his fingers like a guitar string.
“Nngh! Hah! Haaaaaaah—!”
Do-ah arched her back and finally spilled her moans out loud. Her squirt splattered in every direction.
“There we go. That’s the sound I like to hear.”
“Mmh... mmh.”
“So? Decided to be my woman yet?”
“Mmh.”
She shook her head, taking the thrusting all the while. Han-seok pulled out, laid Do-ah flat, and kissed her. Their tongues tangled busily, trading each other’s saliva as his hands roamed her neck, her chest, her ass. At length, he drew his lips away with a soft pop.
Do-ah opened her eyes, and the moment they met his, she whipped her head away, cheeks blazing.
“You still do everything I ask, though, huh?”
“...I have to give you what you want. That’s what I promised.”
Ignoring that prickly attitude of hers, Han-seok leaned down and licked her stiffened nipple.
“Hnngh.”
Do-ah exhaled a hot breath. Then Han-seok said:
“So which is it? Becoming my woman—or just a female who gives me whatever I want because it’s easier?”
He took her nipple into his mouth and sucked hard.
“To begin with—mmh—I never planned on being anyone’s woman.”
“Is that right?”
Han-seok sat Do-ah up and took her place on the mat, lying back with his knees raised. His erect cock stood against the ceiling, twitching. He looked over at Do-ah, who sat beside him like a mermaid, legs pressed together on the mat.
“Climb on and ride. You’ve done it before.”
Do-ah did as she was told, climbing up over him and squatting down. She took hold of his cock and rubbed it against her soaked entrance.
“Not your face—turn around and do it that way.”
“You could’ve said that from the start.”
Do-ah turned herself around, showing him her back, presenting her ass to Han-seok. When he pulled down on that firm, athletic ass—sculpted by years of training—the head of his cock, already smeared against her entrance, sank slowly inside her.
He gave her ass a sharp slap.
“Hnngh.”
“Move.”
Do-ah gripped his raised knees and began to bounce her hips up and down. The inner walls of her pussy gripped every inch of him, felt through the entire length of his cock.
Smack.
“Nngh!”
A red handprint bloomed across that snow-white ass.
“Faster.”
She quickened her pace. The female’s ass slapped against Han-seok’s pelvis again and again, the sound of flesh striking flesh filling the car. Juices poured freely from the pussy that had become dedicated property of Han-seok’s massive cock.
“Mm... nnnhm... mm.”
Head thrown back, Do-ah clamped her mouth shut. Her breasts, glistening with Han-seok’s spit, swayed with every movement.
“Your dad raised you wrong, you know. Making you strain and fight and live like a man all the time. Isn’t that right?”
“Shut up.”
“Arms behind your back.”
“Seriously...”
Do-ah obeyed, drawing both arms behind her. Han-seok gathered her wrists at the small of her back and pinned them there with one huge hand. Then, bracing against the mat’s cushion, he began driving his hips up and down.
Startled by the sudden pistoning, Do-ah took it still squatting, his cock plowing through her tight interior at high speed, slick with her juices.
“Aaaaaaaaaaah!”
“Good. That’s the reaction I want. I’ll make you into a proper woman, Do-ah. Understood?”
“Nnnghh! You’re such a piece of trash—ahhhn!”
Inside the moving car, that wet slapping sound rang out over and over.
“Ahhn! Aaaaaaaah!”
Her ass bucked and she came, squirting so hard his cock was pushed out of her. A clear stream burst from her urethra like a fountain.
“Ahn! Aahn! Aaaaahn!”
Back bent like a drawn bow, she wailed like a bitch in heat every time her ass spasmed, drenching him in spray after spray.
“There we go. Our Do-ah loves this position, doesn’t she?”
“Haah... haah... haah...”
Han-seok took his cock in his free hand and pressed it against her entrance. The moment the tip touched her hole, she lowered her hips onto it herself. As his cock sank into that soaked pussy, he resumed his high-speed piston motion.
“Haaaahn! Haah! Hahn!”
“Looks like you’re done holding back?”
“Nnhh! Mmmhhh! Nnnnaaah! Aahn!”
Do-ah tried once more to stifle her moans, and failed, breaking apart. Somewhere along the way she had become drenched in sweat.
“Do-ah. You really want to keep going like this, squirting water everywhere? Say you’ll be my woman. Do that, and I’ll let you have my cum and be done. Hm?”
“Mmh... mmh... then just hurry up and cum.”
“Oh, I’ll cum fast enough. Now say it.”
“I’ll say it. Mmh. Boss... I’ll be your woman, so hurry... hurry up and cum.”
“Good girl.”
Han-seok sat up from where he’d been lying and gathered Do-ah into his arms, then eased her down onto the mat with him, still joined. With his cock buried inside her, he hooked his knees behind the crooks of her legs and forced them wide apart.
“Aahn.”
Do-ah moaned. Now she lay spread open atop him, and Han-seok took her hands and pressed them against his own chest, covering them with his. Then he began to move his hips, up and down.
Every slow, serpentine plunge of that thick python of a cock lifted her whole body along with it.
“Haah... aahn.”
“Look at that. Look how much you love it. Go ahead—enjoy it all you want.”
By now Do-ah had her eyes closed, savoring Han-seok’s cock without reservation. It seemed she had given up on everything.
Han-seok spoke to the girl cradled in his arms.
“I’m cumming.”
“Mmh-hm.”
Han-seok drove his hips faster, the shaft below ravaging her hole from beneath without mercy.
“Aaaaaaaaaahn!”
“Do-ah. Beg for my cum. Say it.”
“Nnngh.”
Do-ah squirmed petulantly in his arms.
“Now.”
“Mmh.”
“Stalling again?”
“Hnn... fine. Seriously.”
“Quickly.”
“...Please cum.”
“Good girl. Kiss me.”
Do-ah turned her head and met Han-seok’s lips. Their tongues mingled. He lifted his hips and drove his cock in to the hilt, the portion that couldn’t quite fit sliding in with a wet, fleshy give—and he emptied himself into his dedicated pussy.
EX74 never failed to multiply his load, stretching his ejaculation out to twice its usual length. He could feel it, hot and endless, filling her to the brim. And still the release kept coming.
Han-seok kept moving his hips. When that thick shaft sank fully into her soaked hole once more, a flood of white burst out around it with a lewd splash.
“Aahn!”
Do-ah broke the kiss and moaned, her back arching, her mouth falling open.
“Haaaaaaaah!”
An climax even more overwhelming than the last creampie surged from between her legs and spread through her whole body. Her mind whiting out beneath the pleasure, Do-ah knew with sudden certainty that she would never forget this moment for the rest of her life. Her hips convulsed of their own accord, her pussy expelling his cock in spasms, cum-mixed squirt pouring out of her with every shudder—wave after wave.
“Aaaaaahn! I—I can’t! Aaahn! I can’t anymore!”
Then a long fountain of clear liquid shot from her urethra toward the ceiling. Han-seok’s cock, having slipped free mid-ejaculation, spurted the last of his seed once, twice into the air.
Driven half-mad by the thought that Ban Seok’s daughter had become his woman, Han-seok seized her breasts hard in both hands—and in that instant, thin streams of white liquid jetted upward from both her rigid nipples.
Han-seok froze.
Breast milk? Why now?
Don’t tell me— a side effect of EX74?
But before the thought could go any further, the aroused Do-ah grabbed his head with her own hands, turned it toward her, and kissed him. For a long while, the two of them mingled tongues in the still, dark car.
Before long the car began slowing, then came to a stop.
> You have arrived at your destination. Autopilot operation is now ending.
The engine cut out. All around them was silence—nothing but the sound of two people kissing, over and over.
Evening.
Choi Won-sung parked his car in the piloted parking area beneath a small villa building and made a call.
“Yeah, I’m here. Come on down.”
He hung up. A few minutes later, a woman in her mid-twenties stepped out of the elevator and tapped on the passenger window. Won-sung waved from inside, and she climbed into the seat beside him.
“Good evening, Director.”
Solmin Medical—a company specializing in medical equipment. Choi Won-sung served as a director there, under his cousin, the company president.
“Min-jeong, have you had dinner yet?”
“No.”
“Aigoo. How come?”
“Just... couldn’t be bothered, I guess.”
“And that’s why you’ve gotten so skinny.”
“I haven’t. It’s just how I look on the outside.”
Ko Min-jeong flushed a little. She must have just showered—she carried the scent of shampoo and faint sweat. She wore a spring coat over a white blouse, an H-line skirt, and black stockings. That innocent, cute face of hers made it obvious she’d put real effort into her outfit.
The blouse was sheer enough that the generous swell of her chest and the black bra beneath showed through at a glance, and the skirt clung so tightly to her that the line of her hips was on full display.
Won-sung let out a hearty chuckle.
“Whether that’s true or not, my friends will be the ones to find out.”
Ko Min-jeong turned her head toward the window as if embarrassed, for no particular reason.
Won-sung went on.
“There are quite a few doctors among the congregation at Pastor Jin’s church—people who trust anything that comes out of his mouth. You know the law firm Jang-Lee-Sung, right? One of the top three firms in the country. The Lee in that name is a friend of mine—Lee Jong-man—and he’s exactly who we’re going to meet tonight. His clients and connections are crawling with doctors, and not just any doctors—successful Gangnam plastic surgeons and the like. He told me that if you make a good impression, they’ll take responsibility and buy from you. You can handle that, right?”
“I’ll do my best.”
Ko Min-jeong nodded.
“And they’ve had their BD shots, so they’re young. Not aging old men like me, pushing fifty. Think about it from your side too—we’re talking about selling a machine here, right? Better than dealing with some washed-up old doctor who can’t even afford his BD because business is bad, no?”
“Hehe. Well... if they say they’ll buy, then I have to deliver...”
Selling a single machine earned her a far bigger bonus from the company than simply selling her body ever did.
“It’s been about six months, hasn’t it?”
“Mm... I’ve been with the company two years. But I only started selling properly about six months ago.”
“Would this be your first time with two men at once?”
“Ah... no? I’ve done it once before.”
“I know this is a bit sudden, but... would it be all right if I joined in too?”
Ko Min-jeong looked flustered.
“I’m sorry? Director. After everything you’ve said about keeping things professional, bringing this up out of nowhere...”
“You know I went to high school with these guys. They said they’d rather feel like I’m just hanging out with them than being wined and dined by a vendor. They keep insisting I stick around, so... eh? Can’t you see your way to it?”
“I’d have to see how the mood is once I’m there.”
She looked away. That answer—neither yes nor no—brought a flush of color to Won-sung’s face.
“Then let’s get going.”
He started the engine. A few moments later, the black sedan pulled out of the villa parking lot.