Boyfriend Beta Certified: Penthouse NTR Phone Fuck
After roughly slicing and scarfing down some cheap beef to prove what a loser her boyfriend was, we headed straight to the top-floor suite of a Gangnam 5-star hotel. The room alone cost more than an average office worker's monthly salary. Just yesterday, it was a luxury I couldn't even dream of glancing at, but with the balance showing in the app, it was pocket change.
The expansive floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of Seoul's glittering nightscape. The moment Ji-hye stepped inside, she let out a squeal of delight and flung herself onto the king-size bed.
"Whoa, this is insane! Oppa, I've never been in a suite like this! That future hubby of mine always drags me to budget staycations for the 'value'!"
Fiancé this, fiancé that. I smirked and unpacked the brand-new camera box on the table. I mounted the lens and set up the lights. Worth every penny—the hefty grip of the premium body felt like art in my hands.
"Hey. Strip and get in the middle of the bed. Spread your legs."
Ji-hye pouted playfully at my command, slowly unzipping her dress. Her massive tits bounced free, her pale skin glowing luxuriously under the room's soft ambient lighting. I mounted my phone on the tripod and fired up the app.
New subject detected.
Title: Penthouse Suite Fiancée Training
Streaming started.
The stream went live, and the VVIP whales swarmed in like they were waiting.
"Oppa~ Come touch me quick."
Ji-hye writhed lewdly on the bed, her pussy already soaked and staining the white sheets.
I kept my eye to the camera viewfinder and said coldly, "Who said you could beg? You're my subject today. Do exactly what I say."
"Mmm... okay."
"Spread your legs wider. Use your hands to part that pussy."
Click. Click. The premium shutter echoed heavily through the room. Through the lens, Ji-hye's face was pure whore—embarrassed yet thrilled by the camera, tongue lolling as she panted.
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Spreading pose is art. Tip for sluttier ones.
That's when Ji-hye's phone on the nightstand blared obnoxiously. Caller: "My Baby♡". Her five-year fiancé.
She flinched and tried to close her legs, but I snatched it first.
"O-oh, oppa. I gotta take this. He's been blowing up my Kakao since earlier."
"Fine. Answer it."
I hit accept and switched to speaker.
"H-hey, baby! Where are you? You said overtime and went dark—I was worried!"
A caring, whiny male voice leaked from the speaker. Ji-hye glanced nervously at me. I shoved the lens right in her face and mouthed, Answer.
"Uh... yeah, baby. Just finished work... in a client meeting room real quick."
"Your voice sounds off. Tired? You okay?"
"Mmm... no, just a bit worn out..."
Watching her lie so smoothly, I unzipped my pants and pulled out my rock-hard cock, thrusting it toward her face. Her pupils shook wildly. The fiancé's worried voice droned on from the speaker.
I tapped her cheek with my shaft and whispered in her ear, "Open wide."
"Hah...!"
Ji-hye squeezed her eyes shut and engulfed my cock in her mouth.
"Baby? No answer? Hello?"
"Mmmph... slurp... ah, yeah. Baby. I'm just... looking at meeting docs..."
Ji-hye started sucking my cock while on the call with her man. The tension and taboo made her mouth hotter, tighter than yesterday.
"Slurrrp... smack... slurp..."
"Baby? What's that noise? Eating something?"
At her boyfriend's innocent question, physiological tears welled in Ji-hye's eyes.
I adjusted the camera to frame the phone screen leaking her boyfriend's voice alongside Ji-hye's tear-streaked face deepthroating my cock.
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The chat exploded as donations poured in. I gripped her hair roughly with one hand on the camera and started thrusting deep into her throat.
"Mmmph... slurp, gag... ah, no... drinking water..."
Ji-hye mumbled excuses around my shaft. Her garbled speech from the full-throat stuffing didn't tip off the idiot boyfriend—he chalked it up to fatigue.
"Oh, drinking water? But why the heavy breathing? You sure you're not sick?"
His tender voice from the speaker ignited my taboo thrill. I locked the tripod angle, climbed onto the bed, and flipped Ji-hye over roughly.
"Mmph?! Mmmph...!"
She flailed in surprise at the sudden shift. I straddled her face reverse, slamming her head between my thighs. Her dripping pussy hovered right in front of me. Perfect 69.
"Where you going? Hotter sucking cock to your boyfriend's voice, right?"
I mouthed silently, prying her thighs wide. Honey-like juices oozed from her flushed slit. I dove in, licking the gap long and slow.
"Eek...!! Hnnngh...!!"
Teasing her clit made her back arch like a bow. Her scream muffled grotesquely around my cock.
"Baby? What was that? Someone there?"
His voice tensed with suspicion. Ji-hye, mouth stuffed, squeezed out a reply.
"Mmmph... slurrrp... n-no! Gag... the, the guy from next dept... left docs... hnnngh..."
Fiancée deepthroating me while blaming some "manager"—pure filth. I burrowed my tongue into her folds relentlessly while slamming my hips mercilessly. Thud, gag, retch. My tip battered her throat depths. Tears streamed down her face, soaking the sheets as she struggled for air.
"Slurrrp, schlop. Pussy juice tastes fucking divine."
I slurped her fluids noisily, making her tremble like a leaf. Cock ravaging her throat above, tongue tormenting her clit below.
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I ramped up my thrusts to match the chat. Her pussy gushed like a waterfall, drenching my face.
"Baby, something's wrong. Where are you really? Company? Video call me."
The boyfriend finally snapped, his tone icing over. But Ji-hye was lost—vision whiting out from pleasure. My tongue vacuumed her clit, my cock hammered her uvula.
"Hnnnngh!! Retch... gag, mmm...!! C-cumming...!!"
She shuddered around my cock, climaxing hard. Hot squirt flooded my mouth and nose. My own limit hit. I clutched her hair and unloaded deep in her throat.
"Mmph...! Gag, kerrrk...!!"
Gulp. Gulp. Choking, she force-swallowed my cum to breathe. The sound echoed.
"Yang Ji-hye! What the fuck is going on?! I'm coming to the office NOW!"
I slowly withdrew and smacked her ass. "Clean it up."
Ji-hye, lips smeared with cum and spit, trembling grabbed the phone.
"Hah... hah... gag... n-no, baby... don't come... j-just got in a cab... home... call you there...!"
Click. She hung up frantically. The line dead, she collapsed on the bed, gasping.
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I wiped Ji-hye's pussy juice from my mouth with the back of my hand, eyeing the floating alert. One call, one 69 live—200 million won.
"Swallowing my load to your boyfriend's voice tastes sweet, huh?"
At my sneer, Ji-hye looked up dazed. Cum dribbled from her lips, sticky juices coated her thighs—perfect corruption.