Chapter 87
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 87
Chapter Title: Department Store (2)
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At Woo Shin-hyung's words, Ha Yoon stared up at him silently for a moment. But she didn't voice any objections.
If he were the type to listen to questions, he wouldn't have groped her breasts and showered her with kisses bordering on caresses right in front of everyone from the start.
So Ha Yoon gripped his rock-hard cock firmly with both hands and took the glans into her mouth with a soft haum.
"Mm."
As the moist, soft flesh began stroking the glans, Woo Shin-hyung let out a low groan. The slow-starting fellatio gradually intensified. What began as short bobs of her head soon had her swallowing half the shaft as she moved.
Each thrust battered her uvula, but even as she made retching sounds like uk and oek, Ha Yoon didn't grimace once.
She had grown quite accustomed to this sort of thing by now; it no longer tormented her.
To win Teacher Park's bet no matter what, she had thrown herself diligently into Teacher Choi's sex education as well. Among the lessons was how to deepthroat without gagging. Of course, she'd struggled at first, dry-heaving or even vomiting for real plenty of times, but now she could take a penis band modeled after Ha Seung-jin's cock with just a slight gag.
That meant she could handle most cocks all the way down her throat. Ha Yoon gripped Woo Shin-hyung's thighs tightly and opened her throat, shoving the cock deep inside.
"Ugh...!"
Woo Shin-hyung, who hadn't dreamed she'd swallow it whole, unconsciously grabbed Ha Yoon's head and let out an undignified yelp.
"Ha Yoon can do that too?"
Han Seol-ah muttered in surprise at the sight, but Ha Yoon didn't respond, just kept moving her head.
Chubop, jjoook, chuuwup—the lewd slurping sounds of her voraciously sucking the cock echoed starkly through the store.
The employees' faces flushed beet red at Ha Yoon's mechanical movements, like a machine designed to extract semen. She ignored their stares.
A little attention was inevitable. In that case, better to make him cum as quickly as possible and be done. There was no way they'd have full-on sex here, after all.
...They wouldn't, right? As she thought that, Ha Yoon pulled the cock from her mouth, stroked the shaft with both hands, stuck out her tongue, and lapped at the glans like it was ice cream.
"Cum quick, pleash."
"Ugh...!"
Even Woo Shin-hyung couldn't hold out long against her expert teasing.
"I'm cumming! Take it all in your mouth!"
"Haum—"
"Urk!"
As soon as Woo Shin-hyung spoke, Ha Yoon, with the glans in her mouth, lashed her tongue wildly to tease him. His legs buckled in an instant. It was an unavoidable reaction to intense stimulation on such a sensitive spot. Ejaculation followed naturally. With throbbing pulses, semen flooded into Ha Yoon's mouth.
Ha Yoon closed her eyes and slowly swallowed the semen pouring into her mouth. Gulp, gulp—her throat bobbed visibly, sending it down to her stomach. At the sight, Han Seol-ah unconsciously swallowed her own saliva.
'Why... seeing Ha Yoon makes me crave Master's cum too.'
As Han Seol-ah thought that, Ha Yoon finished the cleanup blowjob with practiced ease and looked up at Woo Shin-hyung, her eyes asking if that was enough.
"Ha. Seol-ah, handkerchief."
"Yesss."
Woo Shin-hyung let out a hollow chuckle, but instead of scolding her impertinence, he called Han Seol-ah.
It was because the blowjob he'd just received lingered too vividly in his mind. Han Seol-ah knelt and carefully wiped the saliva-soaked cock with a luxurious handkerchief from his pocket.
Woo Shin-hyung tucked his cleaned cock back into his pants. Then Han Seol-ah sidled up close and whispered seductively.
"Master, I'm a little wet... wanna do it once?"
"Hold off for now. This was your idea to come here, remember?"
"True, but... watching you two earlier got me all excited..."
Han Seol-ah rubbed her thighs together pleadingly. But Woo Shin-hyung, satisfied from his recent release, patted her head and said,
"I'll fuck you senseless tonight, so later. Got it?"
"Tch... Fine. You better keep your promise."
"When have I ever broken one?"
"Heh, I know."
Ha Yoon watched in disbelief as the two, having completely forgotten her, stuck close together in full lovey-dovey mode. She stood up.
"Um... Shall I bring you some clothes to change into?"
"Change into what?"
"Y-Your front's wet..."
Wet? At the hesitant employee's words, Ha Yoon looked down to check.
Sure enough, her front was soaked, making her black underwear stand out more. Probably drool from the blowjob she couldn't help spilling.
"Then some clothes to—"
"No, just stay like that."
"But it'll smell like saliva if you wear it like this. Ugh!"
"Ha Yoon, didn't I say no backtalk?"
Ha Yoon timidly retorted to Woo Shin-hyung's refusal, but Han Seol-ah had slipped from his arms and slapped her cheek.
'That fucking bitch hits me at the drop of a hat.'
"...Sorry."
"Seriously, how many times do I have to tell you to fix that backtalk?"
Ha Yoon cursed inwardly but apologized aloud. Her fist clenched involuntarily at Han Seol-ah's scornful pose, hand on hip, but she relaxed it quickly. Getting caught would just mean another slap.
"We'll do training later. Let's look around some more first."
"Sounds good!"
As Ha Yoon kept her eyes down, pretending to reflect, Woo Shin-hyung spoke up. Han Seol-ah switched to a cheerful voice and expression, as if she'd never threatened her.
Two-faced bitch, Ha Yoon thought.
"Ha Yoon, no matter what Master does, don't backtalk—just follow. Got it?"
"Yes."
Ha Yoon answered Han Seol-ah politely and trailed after the pair. Fortunately, no repeat of the earlier fiasco happened while browsing other stores. Not that anything tame occurred, like her underwear suddenly being yanked off or Han Seol-ah abruptly fingering her pussy, forcing a massive orgasm right in front of everyone.
By the time they'd toured the entire floor, the wrapped boxes towered like a stack.
"Take all that home."
"Understood, Section Chief."
Woo Shin-hyung casually gestured a few times, and the boxes vanished from sight.
They'd entered the department store empty-handed and left the same way. Truly mysterious.
Amid bows from the manager and staff, the three got back in the car.
But it didn't start. Ha Yoon eyed the pair curiously from the stationary vehicle.
Noticing, Han Seol-ah spoke.
"We're not taking the car. We planned to stick around nearby anyway."
She pulled a box from under the seat onto her lap. Even lightly placed, it rattled with the contents clashing inside.
'That sounds ominous.'
It was a familiar sound. Where from? As Ha Yoon pondered, she remembered.
'...The toy box in the multipurpose practice room.'
It always made that noise when moved. As Ha Yoon made a dubious face, Han Seol-ah opened the lid.
Sure enough, it was stuffed with adult toys, just as she'd feared.
"May I ask why... you took that out?"
"Huh? To use on you, obviously!"
Fuck, Ha Yoon swore inwardly again. Ignoring her, Han Seol-ah rummaged and pulled out several rotors with thigh straps included.
"You know how to use these, right? Shove every one up your pussy. No exceptions."
"...Yes."
Each was bulkier than two fingers—about four of them. No joke, cramming them all in at once would tear her pussy.
So she'd have to push them deep inside.
'Turning them on in that state...'
She'd climax in no time. No "might"—she definitely would. Refuse? The odds of a slap were just as high.
In other words, certain. Ha Yoon sighed deeply, hiked up her slightly damp panties, and began inserting the rotors one by one.
"Ngh...!"
Thanks to the store escapades, her pussy was drenched; the rotors slid in without resistance.
One, two, three. And the last fourth. Swallowing a moan that nearly escaped, Ha Yoon fixed her panties and smoothed her skirt. The thigh straps were hidden now, thanks to the knee-length dress.
Ha Yoon exhaled the breath she'd held and looked up. Han Seol-ah, smiling as she'd watched, reached out to pat her head.
"Good girl, my Ha Yoon."
"...Thank you."
Who're you treating like a pet dog?
"Now let's get out."
"Get out...?"
With four rotors stuffed in her pussy? Ha Yoon asked incredulously, and Han Seol-ah's face soured.
Only then did she realize she'd backtalked unconsciously. But who wouldn't in this situation?
"Ha Yoon, again...? I can't deal with you!"
"Sorry."
"Last chance this time, so hurry up. We'll be late for the movie."
Movie? Ha Yoon looked puzzled but obediently exited the car.
"Hic...!"
The moment she did, the rotors inside began vibrating softly. Ha Yoon flushed crimson and clutched her lower abdomen.
It felt like the lowest setting, but the vibration through her arms was no joke. Four of them probably amplified it.
As she thought that, Ha Yoon glared at Han Seol-ah, the culprit.
"Oh my, why the scary eyes?"
"...Surprised, that's, all."
"Then I want you to be surprised. Wouldn't be fair if you weren't."
She linked arms with Ha Yoon affectionately, preventing her from hugging her abdomen.
"How's the vibration? Okay?"
"Hic, ngh, i-it's, fine."
"Really? Should I bump it up a notch~?"
"Wai, hngh...!"
Before Ha Yoon could protest, the vibrations in her pussy intensified. Her knees buckled involuntarily, thighs rubbing together as she pleaded in a strained voice.
"I-I'm sorry, hic, please... turn it down!"
"Huh? Sorry? Oh~ You think this is punishment for being bad?"
"Y-Yes...! So please..."
"Nope, it's not punishment for anything you did wrong! Think of it as... part of the fun?"
"...Huh?"
Ha Yoon stared at Han Seol-ah with a dumbfounded expression.
"Come on! It's a 30-minute walk to the theater, 40 minutes till showtime, so we'd better hurry if we don't wanna be late~?"
Han Seol-ah beamed cheerfully, regardless.