Chapter 4 - Semen Burp
Chapter 4 - Semen Burp
The mission to eliminate the Special Variant had been postponed after the target went into hiding.
Miles' team, having spent three grueling days on the search, was finally granted a brief respite.
Miles, as usual, spent his time training to keep his body sharp.
Occasionally, he sent Hana affectionate texts—his own awkward way of expressing care.
Meanwhile, Hana, who had just arrived at the café for her shift...
"...!"
Her face stiffened the moment she spotted Yang Taegum lounging at one of the tables.
"Good afternoon, Senior Hana!"
"..."
Without a word, she turned sharply on her heel, ready to flee—
But Yang Taegum's slick voice reeled her back in.
"Oh? You're just gonna leave like that? Really? I am a customer, you know."
Grind—
Her hands clenched, teeth gritting.
But with a resigned sigh, she forced herself to approach him.
Yang Taegum raked his gaze over her as she neared.
The sleek black-and-white waitress uniform hugged her figure perfectly.
The garter belt peeking beneath her skirt, the black stockings, the polished heels.
And that sky-blue hair—combined, it was an unbearable tease.
Is this really just a standard café uniform? It's way too sexy...
Hana's eyes turned icy, as if she'd caught the filth in his stare.
But that disdainful glare—like she was looking at a bug—only thrilled him more.
Ahh, I want to pin that cold gaze beneath my cock!
The urge surged violently.
"Here, sit next to me. It's not like you're busy right now, right?"
The lunch rush had long passed.
Only a few lingering customers sipped coffee here and there.
The kitchen staff and other waitresses seemed to have nothing urgent to do.
Aside from the one girl frantically working the counter, the place was practically dead.
And this corner seat was far enough from the counter that no one would notice whatever Yang Taegum and Hana got up to.
Why did I ever tell this bastard where I work...?
Hana swallowed her despair and reluctantly took the seat beside him.
Yang Taegum wasted no time—his hand slid beneath the table.
"Eek...!"
His fingers traced the soft fabric of her stockings before gliding up her thigh.
The smooth nylon and the warmth of her skin beneath made his cock stiffen instantly, though he kept his expression neutral.
Hana fought the urge to slap his hand away, her eyes darting nervously around the café.
What if someone sees...?
"!!!"
His wandering fingers finally reached the edge of her panties.
Her eyes widened, shooting him a murderous glare.
But Yang Taegum didn't care.
He met her gaze with a what-are-you-gonna-do-about-it smirk and tapped lightly against her clothed pussy.
She tried to clamp her thighs together—useless.
His fingers slipped effortlessly into the gap, stroking the damp fabric covering her slit.
"Stop it...!"
Unlike her usual bodysuit, she was wearing regular panties today.
The unfamiliar sensation of being touched there sent shivers down her spine.
She grabbed his wrist, trying to force him to stop.
But Yang Taegum had been craving this—the chance to feel her without the bodysuit in the way.
Leaning close, he whispered a single word in her ear:
"Promise."
"Tch...!"
Her eyes glistened with unshed tears as she glared at him—then released his wrist.
Freed, his fingers resumed their exploration.
Pressing, stroking, teasing, scratching—
"Ahh...!"
When he pinched her clit through the fabric, a moan slipped past her lips.
She clapped a hand over her mouth.
A quick glance confirmed no one had noticed.
Not that it mattered to Yang Taegum.
Even through the panties, he was lost in the sensation of her warmth.
Time blurred.
"Nngh... ♥"
Hana struggled against the rising pleasure.
But ever since yesterday's first forced climax, her body had grown hypersensitive.
The slightest touch sent waves of ecstasy crashing through her.
Of course, that meant her slickness was already soaking through—
Squelch—
"???"
His fingers came away wet.
Pulling back, he examined the thin, translucent strands clinging to them.
Oh? She's already this turned on?
He turned to study her face.
One hand muffling her mouth, the other gripping her skirt tightly.
Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing ragged.
"Well, well~."
He barely held back a whistle.
"Getting wet already? You've got talent."
"Shut... up..."
"No, but look."
He dangled the glistening threads right in front of her eyes.
"See this? Your love juice."
Before she could react, he popped his fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean.
"Why would you—?!"
Disgust twisted her face—but Yang Taegum just licked his lips.
Yeah, she's ready for more.
Decision made, he dragged her—kicking and protesting—into the men's restroom.
At first, she resisted fiercely.
But when Yang Taegum fixed her with a dark glare, she bit back a curse and followed.
Hana tensed, fearing someone might be inside—but the room was empty.
Yang Taegum had already confirmed it with his detection ability.
He guided her into the farthest stall, sat her on the toilet, and—
—dropped his pants, freeing his cock.
Barely stifling a scream, Hana glared up at him.
"You have to do this at my workplace...?! Please, just... not here..."
Her desperate plea only turned him on more.
He demanded a handjob.
"Ugh..."
Sniffling, she obeyed.
Stroke. Stroke.
Each motion sent pleasure coiling tight in his gut.
"Stand up. Lift your skirt. Pull your panties aside."
"No... No! Please... Not in the café...!"
She knew what he wanted—and begged again.
Not inside her panties.
Part of it was fear—she didn't want a repeat of yesterday, where his cum left her burning.
But more than that—
Working in the café with cum-soaked panties?
The smell alone would be a disaster.
And if it dripped down her thighs mid-shift?
Catastrophe.
Worst of all—she hadn't brought a spare pair.
If he came in them now, she'd be stuck wearing semen-soaked panties—without her bodysuit—until her shift ended.
Yang Taegum considered this, stroking himself as he weighed his options.
Finally, he offered her a choice.
"I'll cum in your mouth instead. Then I won't ruin your panties today."
"My... mouth?"
Her pupils trembled violently.
That vile, rancid, disgusting stuff—in her mouth?
Absolutely not.
But... given the alternative...
After a tense silence, she relented.
"Fine... my mouth. But only this once. No compromises."
"Sure, whatever."
Yang Taegum shrugged at her defiant glare.
Honestly, he preferred this.
Cumming once in her mouth was better than staining her panties a dozen times.
Finally—I get to blow my load inside this sexy bitch's mouth!
"Sit back on the toilet. Open up."
"...Aah."
Hana obeyed, squeezing her eyes shut.
She couldn't bear to watch as Yang Taegum aimed his revolting cock at her face.
He stared hungrily at her parted lips—
The crimson tongue, the neat white teeth, the uvella trembling at the back of her throat.
Gulp—
He swallowed hard, fighting the urge to shove himself inside.
Not yet. It's not time.
Steadying himself, he positioned his cock just inches from her lips and stroked faster.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
"I'm cumming...!"
Splurt—
Splurt splurt splurt—
"!!!"
The rancid stench of semen flooded her mouth.
The nauseating taste made her stomach churn.
Splurt. Splurt.
Thick, concentrated spurts kept coming—
The overpowering musk of male release fogging her mind.
She wanted to spit it out immediately.
But she held on—thinking of Miles—enduring, enduring, enduring—
Her head spun.
Her closed eyelids fluttered.
Yang Taegum wiped the last drops on her lower lip before pulling back.
Her mouth was so full, her tongue and teeth were completely hidden beneath the viscous pool.
The moment she sensed he was done, Hana tried to lean over the toilet—
But Yang Taegum wasn't having it.
"Where do you think you're spitting?"
"Hng?!"
He climbed onto her, pinning her down with his weight, and clamped a hand over her nose and mouth.
Gulp— Gulp—
Too stunned to resist—
She swallowed the entire load in one reflexive gulp.
The sticky, foul sludge slid down her throat, settling heavily in her stomach.
Only then did Yang Taegum release her.
Gasping for air, Hana coughed violently.
"Cough! Cough! Ugh...!"
She nearly vomited from the overwhelming nausea but forced it down.
"What the hell... was that, you bastard...?!"
Her throat felt coated in spiderwebs—his cum clinging, making her voice hoarse.
Fury burned through her.
Psychic energy flared—her power seizing Yang Taegum by the neck.
"Ghk—!"
For a terrifying second, he thought she might actually snap it.
Frantic, he pulled out his phone and tapped it twice.
Hana's teeth ground together—Eeek—
Then she released him.
The weight of his cum sloshed sickeningly in her stomach.
Something rose in her throat—
She clamped a hand over her mouth, but—
"Buurp—?!"
An unstoppable, natural reflex—
A semen burp.
The thick, pungent stench of cum flooded her nostrils.
Her vision swam.
What... did I just...?
She'd never even burped in front of Miles—
And now, right after swallowing cum, she'd let out a semen burp—
In front of the person she hated most.
The humiliation threatened to shatter her sanity.
Meanwhile, Yang Taegum watched—
So fucking hot.
Even burping up semen, she was beautiful.
So arousing he wanted to rip her panties off and fuck her right there.
But he held back.
There was still so much more to do.
Ruining things now would be stupid.
"Well, I'll let the choking slide. We're even now. Haha."
His smug grin made her blood boil all over again.
But she forced herself to calm down.
"Get the hell out, you piece of shit."
"Oho~? So this is the real you? Not so sweet without Miles around, huh?"
"Don't you dare say his name with that filthy mouth! I'll kill you."
Psychic energy crackled around her—green and lethal—but Yang Taegum didn't flinch.
He knew she couldn't kill him.
Not with the failsafe he had in place.
Every time he visited her, he scheduled an upload.
As long as that existed, he feared nothing—and Hana knew it.
Her threats were just frustration—powerlessness disguised as defiance.
"But here's the thing—I only promised one load. I never said anything about stopping at one way of tormenting you."
"...What?"
"See this?"
He pulled something from his back pocket—
A pink, egg-shaped plastic device—smaller than the real thing, but unmistakable.
Hana paled.
"You... You can't be serious. You expect me to work with that inside me?!"
Yang Taegum nodded.
"It's expensive, you know? Top-of-the-line model—near-silent vibrations. Wireless, too."
Her face burned crimson.
Her hands trembled violently.
"Made with Maseok—lasts forever. A week, easy. Unless I crank it to max, of course."
He flicked the remote in his pocket—
The vibrator hummed to life, its vibrations almost imperceptibly quiet.
"See? Told you. Even on high, barely a sound. Hahaha."
His laughter cut off abruptly.
Cold eyes locked onto hers.
"So? You gonna do it? Don't worry—I won't cum in you again today. This will be enough."
"..."
Hana had no choice.