Moans on the Sofa
Jeong Su-jeong's slender fingers tightened around my neck. Every time her tongue tip swept up the wet fabric of my shirt, she arched her back and let out a thin scream. Her breath, laced with alcohol, soaked my ear hot and damp.
"Haa... Oppa... This is so weird... I feel like... something's wrong with me..."
"It's okay, Su-jeong. Oppa will clean you up nice and thorough."
I wrapped her waist in my arms, packaging my beastly lust as pure consideration, and hoisted her up effortlessly. Startled, she clung tighter to my neck and wrapped her legs around my waist. The soaked, heavy hem of her shirt slid up my thighs, her pale flesh sticking wetly to my palm with a smack.
I carried her away from the bar counter toward the massive leather sofa in the middle of the Yeonnam-dong underground studio. When I laid her down gently, the now translucent shirt contrasted sharply with the dark leather, obscenely highlighting every curve. The chill of the cold leather made her body shrink back.
I settled between her legs, fiddling with the still-damp collar of her shirt. Her eyes were glazed as she looked up at me. The prim nurse's defenses had crumbled long ago.
The app screen in front of me was raining cash like a storm. I brushed Su-jeong's wet hair aside and whispered oh-so-gently.
"Su-jeong, your shirt's soaked—you'll catch a cold. Can't leave it like that. Take it off and get comfy. Oppa won't let you feel even a chill."
"Oppa... I really... am I losing my mind?"
Instead of resisting, she squeezed her eyes shut and raised her arms for my help. Wet cotton peeled from skin with sticky sounds, and finally, the shirt hit the floor. Her upper body was now bare save for a white lace bra. The AC breeze raised goosebumps on her pale shoulders. I ran my palms slowly down her arms and shoulders, sharing my warmth. She twitched at my touch but soon rubbed against my hand like it felt good.
"Su-jeong, you're so fucking pretty. How'd you hide a body like this under those drab scrubs at the hospital?"
"Hng... Oppa... Please don't say that... I'm dying of shame..."
I showered fine kisses from her nape to her collarbone, then over the exposed tops of her breasts above the lace. As my hand moved to the bra clasp, she flinched and grabbed my wrist. Her last shred of shame battling instinct.
The 50-million-won mission popped up, and I locked eyes with her, whispering low.
"Su-jeong, forget everything tonight. Just be the prettiest Jeong Su-jeong in front of me. Trust Oppa?"
My gaslighting comfort made her pupils waver, then she let go of my hand with a sigh.
"Yeah... Oppa... I trust you. Oppa... do whatever to me... I'm going crazy..."
She arched her own waist, pressing her body to mine. I unhooked the bra without hesitation and tossed it. Her full breasts bounced free from the white lace, glistening under the lights. More provocative than any artwork. I engulfed one in my mouth, sucking hard. She screamed in ecstasy.
"Aaaah! Oppa! Hng... Yeah... Oppaaaa...!"
My hand was already sliding up her inner thigh to that secret spot. The white panties peeking from under her shirt were soaked, outlining her perfectly. I hooked my fingers into the waistband and pulled them down slow. They slid past her knees, revealing thin lace panties drenched in her juices. My fingers brushed the wet fabric.
"Su-jeong, mouth says shy, but down here's honest. Already this wet. Can a nurse be this slutty?"
"N-no... Haa... Oppa... Please..."
She covered her face and squirmed, but I shoved my fingers inside the panties without mercy. Hot, slick walls clenched around them. I stirred her wet hole and looked up at the fixed camera lens. Grinning wickedly, I whispered in her ear.
"Su-jeong, real treatment time. Oppa'll check how starved you've been."
I unzipped my pants and pulled out my throbbing cock. She widened her eyes in fear at the size but spread her legs wide under my guidance.
The 40-million-won mission hit, and I smirked.
"Ah, Oppa! Not there... Hng!"
She grabbed my hair in surprise, but I kicked the thin lace down to her ankles. Her most intimate, softest spot was now exposed under the lights. Lips to her glistening slit, and she bucked wildly. One hand twisted her swollen nipple, middle finger plunging deep into her soaked hole.
"Hnggg! Yeah! Ah! Oppa, please... I feel weird... too good!"
Squelching sounds shattered the studio silence. Her thighs quivered, clamping my shoulders each time my finger scraped her sensitive walls. I buried my face deeper, relentlessly tonguing her engorged clit. Whiskey bitterness mixed with her sweet nectar in a heady tang. Flicking the hard nub made her gape and pant, speechless. One hand kneaded her breast brutally, fingers and tongue assaulting below—she lost it, shoving my head harder into her crotch.
Cash exploded on the app, but I focused on pushing her senses to the brink. Tears welled in her eyes as she clawed the sofa. I pulled back, looking up. Sweat and saliva smeared her face—no longer the hospital angel. Just a pleasure-starved bitch in heat.
"Su-jeong, feel good? How's Oppa doing this?"
"Haa... Haa... Oppa... Please... I'm dying... More... Yeah?"
I spread her thighs wider, grinning viciously.
"Just 'more' won't cut it. Say what you want most, with your own mouth."
I slammed fingers deep again, stirring roughly. She clutched my shoulders, begging through screams.
"Ah! Ung! Oppa... That... Oppa's cock... Give... it..."
"Can't hear. Louder. Make it clear you're begging. Shirt buttons open, squeeze your own tits."
Shame flushed her face, but pleasure won. She grabbed her breasts, thrusting them at me, voice trembling.
"Hng... Oppa... Give me your cock... Please fuck me...! I'm... going insane...!"
"Fuck where?"
"...P-pussy! Shove your huge fucking cock in my pussy!"
That vulgar plea from her prim mouth echoed in the studio. The fixed cams captured every second.
All conditions met. I stripped off my pants fully and pressed my swollen cock to her dripping entrance.
"That's my maknae begging—Oppa has to deliver."
I gripped her hips hard and slammed my rod in deep.
"Aaaaah! Oppa! Too... too big! Ung!"
My cock tore through her tight entrance with a squelch, burying to the hilt. Her scorching, clenching insides were pure bliss. I devoured her lips and thrust savagely. The Yeonnam-dong basement air thickened with musky flesh and sticky moans. The prim university hospital nurse was pounded beneath me, sinking fully into the capitalist pleasure swamp.