20-IF. What If I Had Just Fallen Asleep Like That? (4)
Just moments ago, the cock that stole my first kiss was now filling my mouth completely. A weird, sour-salt tang flooded my senses, numbing my brain. It reeks. Such a disgusting taste. My hair gripped tight, I'm being used solely for this man's pleasure—any normal girl would feel utter humiliation, but my body only registers pure ecstasy. Haa, ahh, I'm going insane. That very gap between what should be and what is... it turns me on even more.
Every thrust scrapes the insides of my cheeks, those rough pubes scratching around my lips. Even as saliva soaks the base of his cock, the hand yanking my head back and forth shows no sign of tiring.
"Hmrph, hng, hrrng... hrrm!"
Instead, it drives even deeper. His cock, which had at least given me moments to breathe, suddenly blocks my throat completely, choking off my air. A lazy, satisfied sigh escapes from above my head.
"Haaah..."
"Hmrph, mmph! Mmmph!"
A fishy stench erupts in my mouth. Slick fluid mixes with my spit, coating my tongue and invading every corner—even between my teeth.
"Hng... ah... aaah! Uuuh... hrrng!"
I know exactly what it is. The man's semen. For the first time, a guy's cum is pouring into my body. It's far more fishy and bitter than I imagined. This unnatural stench permeates everything. No human should ever have to taste or swallow this. And yet... even that sensation feels good. The sheer nastiness of it makes me realize just how depraved this is, ramping up my arousal. It's pathetic and gross... but I don't want to spit it out.
"Churp."
I purse my lips around his retreating cock, sucking down the last drop without spilling a bit.
"...Ha, you perverted bitch. Your throat pussy's a work of art."
"Did it... feel good...?"
His satisfied grin feels like absolution for all my screw-ups today, and I can't help but smile back. He pats my head lightly, like praising a good girl. It's a rough gesture that blurs my vision for a second, but... just like everything else, it doesn't feel bad. Being treated so casually, like I'm nothing special—unlike a normal girl—it's thrilling in its lightness.
My mouth full of stinking cum, I glance around, but there's nowhere to spit. A bus is just functional space—no trash cans, not even tissues. And here I am, naked, sucking cock. No choice but to look up at the ajusshi in front of me. He nods curtly, a silent command. Really... swallow this? I gather the thick fluid that's seeped between every tooth and gulp it down my throat. My head rings with the loud swallow, but the sticky, nauseating residue clings, tickling my throat.
"Kehk, kerrk! Kek!"
It feels like swallowing a single slimy thing connecting my mouth straight to my stomach. The ajusshi slips his hand between my shoulders and hauls me up. My trembling legs barely hold me, and every wobble lets his hand "accidentally" brush my breasts, sending chills through me.
"Miss, how many times have you sucked cock before?"
He tosses out words that'd be sexual harassment anywhere else, casual as can be. It's embarrassing. Naked, cock right in my face—it's like reason's leash snapped. I feel pathetic, like I've become the kind of girl he can say anything to, touch freely, yank by the hair while she mouths his dick. And it's not wrong. My mouth's confessing it all.
"F-First time... ever..."
His face flushes red with rage in an instant.
"Don't give me that bullshit. No way a tongue that skilled is a first-timer, right?"
His eyebrows shoot up, face fierce and scary. But I can't lie. No reason to. Avoiding his sharp glare, my head drops instinctively.
"It... it's really my first time..."
Suddenly, a burning shock explodes in my chest.
"Aaaak!"
Breath cut off, searing pain rips through me. It feels like my breast is being torn off.
"This bitch lies without batting an eye. Hey, you look down on me too? Tell the truth!"
His nails dig in like he's ripping my tit out, and I squirm helplessly. Like prey pinned at its weak spot, all I can do is stand there meekly. It hurts. Hurts so much. Pure agony from the slapped palm, the fingers clamped wide—nothing else registers. But elsewhere... faint pleasure tickles through my body. The pain sweeps first, then ecstasy seeps in like poison. Something gushes between my legs, soaking my thighs. I can't look down with him glaring, but... it's definitely my slutty juices. Never come out this much at once, but the ecstatic afterglow confirms it.
I have no idea why he's suddenly furious, why he slapped my breast. But I know what I have to do.
"Y-Yes... I've sucked cock... so many times. I... I lost count..."
Lying about something I didn't do, offering my body meekly. If I don't, I'll get hit more—bad premonition fills me. His face says he might beat me half to death. Pleasure and shame mix in, but raw fear forces the words out. No matter how unfair.
"Well, well, what a naughty girl."
Like delivering punishment, he pinches my nipple hard between thumb and forefinger. No mercy for a woman's body—his rough grip rips a heeek-like shriek from me, but he doesn't stop. He shakes it side to side, yanking it down and letting it flop everywhere. All of it hurts.
"Eung, aaah! Haaaang!"
But after the first hit, amid the throbbing pain echoing through me, new spikes of agony bloom just as fiercely.
"S-Sorry... hng, sorry...!"
Looking down now, one breast is swollen bright red. Nothing like Yeji-noona's slaps days ago—this one's huge, the whole tit puffed up. Even her hits left bruises for days, aching... how long will this last? I swallow dryly, a faint thrill mixing in.
"See? Your pussy's soaked like you pissed yourself, and you expect this ajusshi to believe it's your first cock? No way~?"
My unfair apology seems to soothe him; he flashes a creepy grin, fingering my slit. The stimulation makes my hips buck reflexively, fleeing back. Not on purpose, but he doesn't like it—grits his teeth, glares.
"Tch, hey now."
His other hand grabs my breast, yanking me back by the soft flesh alone. He could've just said it, handled gently... but no, my weight dangles from one malleable tit. The brutality keeps stoking my emotions higher, higher.
"Hng, hng, hnnng!"
His finger plunges fearlessly into my drenched hole. Then he holds it up, strings of my arousal dangling like spider silk.
"Perverted bitch, look at how soaked you are—with your own eyes."
Clear fluid drips between his fingers, sunlight glinting transparently off it. I try to look away, but can't. His fingers reek of my sweat and arousal—proof I'm turned on. Proof that even after cheap slut treatment, harsh words, a brutal slap to my most sensitive spot... I'm excited. Right in front of me.
The ajusshi looks down, commanding firmly.
"Spread your legs."