Chapter 62
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 62
Chapter Title: Reunion (7)
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If it had ended with just putting on the tail plug, that would have been great, but in truth, it was only just getting started.
After catching her breath, what awaited Ha Yoon was a cock standing tall and proud. Exaggerating a bit, it was so massive and long that it could cover her entire face, the mere sight making her swallow hard involuntarily.
Tense from its size—which didn't pale in comparison even to the Trainers'—she froze, until Han Seol-ah sidled up beside her and stroked her head with a smile.
"How is it? Our Master's cock is pretty big, huh?"
"Y-Yes... "
"Wanna take a whiff too? He's been moving around all day without a shower, so it's gotta be super musky."
She didn't need to be told; the thick, masculine scent that hit her nostrils the moment he dropped his pants and exposed his cock was already making her head spin.
Ha Yoon stared blankly at it, too dazed to respond, so Han Seol-ah grabbed her head and pushed it closer. Whoosh—the approaching heat made the flesh feel scorching hot against her face, like it might burn her.
"Lick it. Nice and thoroughly."
At the command, Ha Yoon parted her trembling lips and stuck out her tongue—slrrp—before slowly starting to lick the shaft. Her tentative, ice-cream-like laps drew a small groan from Woo Shin-hyung.
It was clumsy tonguework that normally wouldn't faze him at all, but with the aphrodisiac and alcohol in his system, his sensitivity was heightened, so even that was plenty stimulating.
But it was still just stimulation, nowhere near satisfying. Noticing this, Han Seol-ah yanked Ha Yoon's head back by the hair as she licked hesitantly.
"Ack!"
"Not like that—do it greedier, like when you're servicing the Trainers."
"L-Like with the Trainers...?"
"Yeah. Try again."
Released, Ha Yoon gripped the shaft with both hands, leaned in further, and teased the glans with her tongue.
The intense musk wafting from it was incomparable to the shaft, but rather than repelling her, it clouded her mind, letting her move more boldly.
As she swirled her tongue around the glans and pumped the shaft with both hands, Woo Shin-hyung's breathing grew rougher, as if he'd never been dissatisfied at all. Han Seol-ah, who had snuck closer, placed a hand on his chest and asked.
"Feeling good, Master?"
"Not bad at all."
"Compared to me?"
"Obviously still a ways off from you."
"Hehe."
Delighted by his answer, Han Seol-ah flashed a pouty smile and pressed her lips to his cheek. It started as a light peck, but soon evolved into a full kiss, their tongues intertwining.
Ha Yoon felt left out watching the master and slave kiss with wet, slurping sounds unfiltered, but she kept at her task.
She sped up, swirling her tongue around the glans and jerking the shaft faster with both hands. Woo Shin-hyung, locked in a fierce kiss with Han Seol-ah, broke away with a grunt.
A strange sense of accomplishment welled up in her at the sight, but then a slender hand descended on her head from above. Looking up curiously at its owner, Han Seol-ah, she wore a sullen expression.
"Even if it's you, Ha Yoon, I won't tolerate interrupting Master's time."
"Mmgh?!"
With that, she yanked Ha Yoon's head toward the cock with all her strength. Ha Yoon flailed her arms as the massive shaft plunged suddenly into her mouth, but a large, rough hand—different from Han Seol-ah's—gripped the back of her head and pulled.
"Glrk, guhglrk...!"
Her gag reflex triggered nonstop, but the unyielding force kept shoving the cock down her throat. Even when her esophagus was fully stuffed and her face buried in his crotch, the pressure on her head didn't let up.
Tears welling in her eyes, Ha Yoon desperately signaled Woo Shin-hyung and Han Seol-ah for mercy. Ignoring her, the two resumed their interrupted kiss with loud smacks.
'Hel... p... I'm dying...!'
She tried to gasp for air, but the cock choking her airway only made her suck in empty breaths. Unbeknownst to her, her desperate struggles were squeezing the shaft even tighter.
Only when her face paled and her eyes began rolling back did Woo Shin-hyung finally end the kiss and slowly push her head away.
"Urghkk! *Cough*, haaack! Hic!"
With a wet pop, Ha Yoon pulled free from the cock, heaving ragged breaths and sobbing uncontrollably. Han Seol-ah knelt down, patted her back, and whispered.
"Don't interrupt when I'm with Master, got it?"
"Hic, y-yes, I won't... ever again...!"
"Good girl."
Stroking her vigorously nodding head, Han Seol-ah gazed at Ha Yoon's tear-streaked face and thought.
'How can even her crying face be this pretty?'
Her tears didn't seem like tears at all—more like precious gems falling. Maybe they really were.
Han Seol-ah stuck out her tongue and licked up the tears streaming down her cheek. Ha Yoon jolted in shock at the sudden lick, but held in place by firm hands on her face, she couldn't escape.
Once the tears stopped, Han Seol-ah flicked her tongue and murmured.
"Salty, so not gems after all."
"G-Gems...?"
"Just talking nonsense. Now finish what you were doing?"
Ha Yoon's body shuddered at her words. Having nearly suffocated on the cock moments ago, the thought of licking it again terrified her.
Noticing her hesitation, Han Seol-ah smiled with her eyes and took her hand.
"This time, I'll do it with you, so don't be scared."
"T-Together...?"
"That's fine with you, right, Master?"
"More than welcome."
There was no reason for Woo Shin-hyung to refuse such an offer. Why turn down service from two stunningly beautiful girls? He'd have to spread his arms wide to embrace it.
With his enthusiastic approval—like see?—Han Seol-ah led her to the cock.
Ha Yoon, fresh from her brush with death, eyed it fearfully, but Han Seol-ah took it first, caressing it tenderly.
She fondled the slick glans, coated in Ha Yoon's saliva and precum, and licked from the balls up the shaft.
Her movements were fluid, honed from experience. Woo Shin-hyung's groans were leagues beyond what Ha Yoon had elicited.
Ha Yoon watched in a daze as Han Seol-ah serviced him expertly, then crawled forward at her beckoning gesture.
"Haa—now you too, Ha Yoon."
"M-Me...?"
"Just like before. No rough stuff this time."
Even then, Ha Yoon hesitated, glancing around before slowly taking the glans into her mouth. With Han Seol-ah claiming the base, she couldn't bob vigorously.
Instead, she suckled gently with wet pops and swirled her tongue around the tip. Han Seol-ah matched her, lavishing the balls and shaft with her tongue.
"Ngh...!"
Unable to hold out against their focused assault on his sensitive spots, Woo Shin-hyung's large hand suddenly slammed down on Ha Yoon's head. This time, though, it was less about deepthroating and more about keeping her in place.
"Cumming! Don't spill a drop!"
"Mmph?!"
Gurgle-gurgle—! As the cock throbbed, semen erupted into her mouth, splattering her palate and throat. She coughed with a glurk, fighting the urge to spit.
She held back as ordered, but the sheer volume filling her mouth brought fresh tears, her eyes trembling.
At the academy, she always swallowed straight down her throat during creampies, so she'd never tasted semen like this—hot, sticky, and foul.
She had to swallow without spilling, but it was easier said than done. Gulping made her gag reflex surge.
As Ha Yoon fidgeted with puffed cheeks, Han Seol-ah leaned in and kissed her without a word. Ignoring the cum in her mouth, she tangled their tongues. Ha Yoon startled but soon lost herself in the sensation of saliva and semen swapping between them.
Soon, gulp, gulp—swallowing sounds echoed back and forth.
Ha Yoon couldn't tell whose throat made them, but she burped softly with a dazed expression.
"Master's cum was delicious."
Han Seol-ah planted a peck on her cheek. The thick musk lingered from both their mouths.
Watching them recover, Woo Shin-hyung spoke up.
"You two smooching doesn't bother me, but you gotta clean up properly, right?"
"Master, you think I'd forget?"
Grinning, Han Seol-ah took the semi-soft cock, kissed it, and deepthroated it in one go. Expertly using her throat, she sucked up the mingled fluids from Ha Yoon and him.
Finishing the spotless cleanup blowjob with a pop, she savored the remnants, swallowed with a gulp, and smiled.
"You two taste so rich!"
"You say that every time. Skip the review—both of you, get up here."
"Yes~ Ha Yoon, you heard him. Hop on up."
"Y-Yes... "
Taking the offered hand, Ha Yoon climbed onto the bed with Han Seol-ah.
'Now it's going in my pussy...'
Imagining the cock that had filled her throat now stuffing her pussy, she gasped involuntarily.
But once on the bed, no immediate impalement followed.
"Oh, but can I go first? You said I could do whatever today."
"Fine by me, but you're still not satisfied?"
Woo Shin-hyung eyed Han Seol-ah wearily. Hadn't she gotten Ha Yoon drunk on aphrodisiac and booze, made her perform all sorts of antics in the hall, and toyed with her mercilessly in the shower under the guise of washing up?
But Han Seol-ah hugged Ha Yoon tight, as if wondering what he meant.
"You think one day is enough to satisfy me? They say even a beauty grows tiresome after three days, but with Ha Yoon, I wouldn't get bored even after thirty years."
"You're exaggerating."
"Plus, Ha Yoon's still new to this TS thing, so she'd prefer me over Master anyway, right?"
"Uh, y-yeah, that's right... "
"See?"
"Fine, do as you please."
Woo Shin-hyung sighed and flopped back on the bed. Was it really okay to act this way even with her owner? But ignoring him, Han Seol-ah beamed at Ha Yoon.
"So, shall we pick up right where we left off in the bathroom?"