Ex-Girlfriend's Tutorial and the Muscle Tongue
"Where does a cute little puppy get the nerve to kiss its owner? Today... you're just going to lie back and take it."
I declared it with all the arrogance of a haughty vixen, but a cold bead of sweat was already trickling down my damp spine.
'Wait a second. When you're trying to seduce a man, where exactly are you supposed to touch him?! I've lived my whole life as a thick-boned alpha male!'
My mind went completely blank. I fidgeted with my hands, unsure where to put them, until a memory suddenly flashed through my head like lightning.
'Right. Back when Sehee used to cling to me... how did she do it?'
That fox-like ex-girlfriend of mine had used the most insane techniques every night to drain my soul. Those memories were still perfectly stored in my mental database. I quickly loaded up Sehee's seduction data, curved my eyes into a seductive smile, and looked up at Taeseok.
"Hnn...!"
The first target was his ear. Instead of just nibbling like before, I stuck out my tongue the way Sehee used to do to me and dragged it slowly, wetly, and thoroughly from the bottom of his thick ear up to the top.
At the same time, my hands slipped under his shirt and got busy. I found the sensitive spots on his rock-hard pectorals, lightly scratched them with my nails, then gave them a lewd pinch.
"Khh...! Ah, haah... Noona...!"
The two-meter-tall tanker's waist arched like a bow as he let out beastly gasps, completely unable to endure the pleasure.
'Whoa, shit. So this is why Sehee used to do this to me. His reactions are insanely good.'
A man whose head was easily two sizes larger than mine was panting and crumbling helplessly from nothing but my touch and tongue. I was completely intoxicated by that small, thrilling sense of dominance. Taeseok, pushed to his limit, reached out with trembling hands and desperately grabbed my shoulders.
Tap.
I didn't dodge his hand. Instead, I gently caught his large, rough palm and brought it straight to my lips. I took his thick index finger—callused from gripping a sword—deep between my red lips.
Chup, chuuup—
The soft, hot mucous membrane of a 1-stat beauty wrapped stickily around the rough, masculine finger and sucked it upward. Outside, my ex-girlfriend was sleeping, while inside this cramped stall I was copying her techniques to suck on another man's finger. The sheer immorality of it made my head spin.
At that moment, Taeseok's eyes—still staring down at me with his finger in my mouth—finally filled with blood.
"Noona."
"Hm...?"
"I really... I really can't hold back anymore."
The instant those words left his mouth, his massive hand clamped around my slender waist and lifted me up effortlessly.
"Ah...!"
Taeseok dropped down onto the old toilet lid. My light body ended up straddling his thick, powerful thighs in an incredibly intimate position.
The stall was already tiny. With two adults pressed together like this, there was barely any room to move. Every touch of skin and every breath became unbearably sharp and vivid.
Most distracting of all was the heavy, burning mass pressing up against me through the thin silk of my dress. That dangerous, throbbing symbol of masculinity pushed insistently against the inside of my soft thighs.
The heat was scorching. Just as I shivered from the overwhelming body temperature, Taeseok's lips came crashing down on mine.
Creaaak— Thud!
My heart dropped straight to the floor.
The heavy metal door of the public restroom had opened. Someone had come in.
"......!!"
The time that had been boiling inside the stall froze in an instant.
Taeseok's reflexes were every bit as sharp as mine. The moment the door opened, his huge, rough hand clamped perfectly over my mouth and nose, sealing them shut so not even the tiniest sound could escape.
Thud, thud, thud.
Footsteps of an unfamiliar man echoed across the bathroom floor, stopping right in front of our stall at the urinal.
Ziiip—
The sound of a zipper being pulled down came through the thin partition with horrifying clarity. Less than a meter away.
'Crazy... crazy, crazy...!'
With my mouth covered, I could only stare with wide eyes, barely able to breathe.
But what was truly driving me insane wasn't the stranger's presence. It was Taeseok's reaction—pressed so tightly against me, his hand still sealing my mouth.
Thump, thump, thump!
His massive heart pounded violently against my bare chest.
Under the dim lighting, I looked up at his face with my mouth covered. Sweat poured down his thick neck, and veins bulged dangerously. Yet the bloodshot eyes staring down at me weren't filled with simple fear or panic.
They were trembling with excitement, savoring this terrifying, thrilling tension—the perverse thrill of possibly being caught by someone just on the other side of the door.
'This bastard... he's not scared. He's enjoying this?!'
The moment our eyes met, a sharp current raced down my spine.
With my mouth sealed, our gazes tangled. It felt like our eyes alone were exposing every filthy, secret desire we shared.
And shamefully... I realized my own lower belly was clenching with the same insane, electric excitement. Listening to a stranger urinate while straddling another man's thighs, sharing body heat in this extreme situation.
Whoosh—
The sound of flushing echoed, followed by running water at the sink. Taeseok and I stared at each other like we were devouring one another's eyes, enduring that short yet eternal minute while our bodies trembled with pleasure.
Creak, bang—
Finally the man left, and the heavy door slammed shut.
That sound snapped the last thread of reason left between us.
The moment Taeseok's rough hand left my mouth, my vision went dark.
"Mmph...?! Mmm, mmph...!!"
Time in my world stopped completely.
His thick, burning tongue forced its way between my parted teeth with brute strength. It wasn't a normal, soft tongue—it was a solid mass of muscle.
'Crazy... did this guy put stat points into his tongue too?!'
Taeseok's enormous tongue violently ravaged the inside of my mouth. The dizzying thrill and tension we'd been suppressing exploded into a fierce kiss that overwhelmed me.
The rational thought that I should push him away melted away the instant my hands touched his massive chest. What I had meant to shove against was instead an unyielding wall of rock-hard, twitching male muscle.
Why are muscles so appealing?
Firm and savory.
Not really appealing at all.
But the marbling is excellent.
The fat is perfectly distributed.
Am I misunderstanding something?
Muscles shouldn't taste good.
'Aah, I'm really going insane...'
In my past life, his bulky arms and broad back had only looked disgusting to me. Now, as a fragile 1-stat female, that overwhelming male physique was more powerful than any aphrodisiac, completely ravaging my instincts. Every time he roughly pulled me against him, his powerful muscles crushed down on my delicate frame and thin skin.
That overwhelming physical difference. Being completely captured by this giant man, reduced to something that could fit in his palm—this sense of powerlessness shattered my pathetic "alpha male" pride and replaced it with a deep, sweet pleasure.
"Hnn...! Chuu, haah, mm..."
The sounds leaking from my lips were no longer protests. They were the sticky, wanton moans of a bitch in heat. Before I knew it, my hands that had tried to push him away were now clinging desperately to his thick neck and broad back like lifelines.
Because of the straddling position, the more I wrapped my arms around his neck, the tighter my thighs squeezed around his solid waist. From below came that scorching male heat pushing up against me, while his two-meter frame of solid muscle wrapped around my entire body.
Above, his brutish muscular tongue violated my mouth.
Below, that burning hardness pressed mercilessly against my bare skin.
My mind melted into pure white. Even that ridiculously muscular tongue ravaging my soft insides now felt nothing but euphoric.
'Yeah, screw it... Who cares about Rank 1 pride? Melting completely under this crazy guy's physique once in a while doesn't sound so bad.'
I let go of the last thread of reason and boldly stuck out my own small tongue, lewdly wrapping it around his rough, muscular one.
I wished time would just stop right here.