Once Again Outdoors: Jo Yu-mi's Slick Pussy Rubbing Caught by Harem Stud Geum Tae-yang
This should work. Stable and cozy.
Phone in hand, screen still glowing with the photo, Geum Tae-yang had wandered for several minutes before Jo Yu-mi finally found a suitable spot to touch herself.
Thwack…!!
She spread her legs, settled into place, and locked into a masturbation stance. She had put a fair distance between herself and the zombie-killing ground, so the sexual heat should have cooled a little by now.
Yet one look at the expression and posture she had taken—legs wide, body already dripping—made it clear her arousal had only climbed higher.
My ultimate jerk-off material, Geum Tae-yang… Fuck, I love him so much…
Violence no longer held any interest for Jo Yu-mi. What she had now was the ultimate sex symbol himself: Geum Tae-yang.
The male of males who could ram his massive cock into alpha female Kim Min-jung’s pussy and drive her to climax. For a tomboy who had always dreamed of a man whose thick, masculine scent could overwhelm even her, he was pure aphrodisiac.
As long as she carried a photo of him, Jo Yu-mi had become a woman who could masturbate anywhere the moment the urge hit.
“Haaah… Geum Tae-yang… what the fuck am I supposed to do with these muscles, shit… split so deep… pumped so goddamn hard… Hnnnnngh…!”
Fumble! Fumble! Fumble! Fumble!
Right hand gripping the phone with Tae-yang’s photo still open, she began setting up her lower half with her left. But the closer the moment of actual masturbation came, the less she could control the excitement; her fingers kept slipping on the zipper.
“Hhaaaaah… Hnnnnngh…!!”
Ziiiiip! Rustle!
She finally forced the zipper open and shoved her pants down.
—Squeeze!♥
Then she grabbed her pussy straightaway.
“Hhaaaaaaaah…!!!!!!!”
A lewd, melting moan burst from her mouth.
“Hnnnnnnngh!!!♥”
—Squelch!!
The instant her left hand seized her burning pussy, Jo Yu-mi poured out another filthy moan. She didn’t stop there—she bent her waist hard and kept letting the sounds spill free.
Drip…! Trickle…! Gush…!
One look at that left hand clenched around her pussy was enough to understand why her body had become so dynamic. Jo Yu-mi’s pussy juices were pouring out in ridiculous volume—so much that the palm covering her sex might as well have been useless.
Geum Tae-yang, her personal ultimate jerk-off material, was delivering near-aphrodisiac levels of heat through nothing more than a photograph.
“Hhaaaaah…! Hheuuuugh…!!”
Tremble…! Quiver…! Shake…!
Drip…! Trickle…! Gush…!
It was as if a fountain had exploded; a single wave of overwhelming pleasure had already swept through her. Jo Yu-mi let out a cry like she was climaxing, then held a deep, thick breath and simply rode the aftershocks of that pleasure again and again.
Her waist was already bent, her head tilted slightly, eyes closed. In that pose she froze like an ice sculpture.
But her pussy could not stay still for long. Even a person of tremendous willpower cannot fully control the trembling of a pussy. Beyond the murderous flood of juices, Jo Yu-mi’s sex was shuddering as if it had been electrocuted.
She had already become a pleasure-pickled masturbation addict; now that she had a solid jerk-off target named Geum Tae-yang, her pussy had turned into a complete runaway beast with no brakes left.
“Haaah, fuck… my pants… my pants aren’t gonna survive this, shit… Hnnngh…!”
Squelch…! Squish…! Squelch…!
The moment she found a safe spot and settled in, Jo Yu-mi had already been restless. In truth, the second she pulled out Tae-yang’s photo she had started gushing. Like Pavlov’s dog—pure conditioned reflex.
With a body that had reached this level, there was no longer any reason to insist on the exact spot where she had just slaughtered zombies.
“Ever since Tae-yang told me I looked awkward in that photo… Hnnngh…! I’ve been getting even hornier… Haaah…!”
The moment Jo Yu-mi’s body turned into Geum Tae-yang’s personal Pavlov dog was roughly the moment she herself confirmed her feelings for him.
She had never been in love before. So when she looked at the grown, handsome Geum Tae-yang and felt something, she had been unsure what it was. Then her younger brothers had whispered over photos of the two of them, and Ye-eun had even called Tae-yang directly to set up an event—chaos had crashed over her.
The decisive blow came when she heard Tae-yang himself say that the Jo Yu-mi in the photo looked unmistakably awkward. Even a beginner at love like her could finally recognize it clearly.
Tomboy virgin Jo Yu-mi liked the man who reeked of pure male: Geum Tae-yang.
“It feels like I’m stabbing my own conscience and it’s so embarrassing… so I get even more turned on… Hnnngh… Haaah…!”
Squelch…! Squish…! Squelch…! Squelch…!
Staring at Tae-yang on her phone screen, Jo Yu-mi slowly began to masturbate. Her left hand gently rubbed the pussy that had already exploded with juices.
She was already drowning in explosive pleasure, ready to lose herself in the act at once—yet having confirmed her own heart, she still felt a twinge of guilt. After all, Jo Yu-mi was the kind of good-hearted woman who looked after children even in the apocalypse.
And yet here she was, holding feelings for a male who was already building love with another female. It felt seriously wrong, something she deserved to be cursed for.
But the relationship between conscience and the body’s pleasure mechanisms is not always proportional—we already saw that with Park A-young. Jo Yu-mi was the same.
The moment she confirmed her feelings and felt the residual pre-apocalypse ethics prick her conscience, the sexual excitement she felt through Geum Tae-yang actually surged even higher, taking on a masochistic edge.
That was why even lying in camp, just looking at his photo would soak her panties instantly—and why right now she had launched into this frenzied masturbation session.
“Yeah… Hnnngh…! He’s doing it with Min-jung unnie who’s that pretty and has that body—why the hell would he even glance at me…? Haaah…! Hhaaaah…!”
“Just think of it like idolizing a celebrity… Hnnngh…! Then it’s not really that bad, right…? Hiiiigh…!!”
Squish…! Squish…! Squelch…! Squelch…! Squish…!
Muttering like a crazy bitch, Jo Yu-mi lost herself in the act. She was already a masturbation addict; now that she had tasted the pleasure of immoral feelings, she could no longer hold back.
So she started rationalizing. And the rationalization was actually fairly logical. It only worked because Kim Min-jung was the obvious official wife type—someone no one could seriously treat as a rival—and Tae-yang was dating her.
But Jo Yu-mi was still a fundamentally kind woman. No matter how logical the excuse she built, she could never feel completely clean about it. The muttering pouring out of her now was nothing more than a desperate struggle to force down that guilt.
Of course, muttering while she masturbated also made the pleasure even more incredible, so the habit had formed naturally.
“Hhaaaah…!! Haaah…!! Tae-yang’s cock…! Hnnngh…! In my virgin pussy…! Hn…! Haaah…!! Just like he rams it into Min-jung unnie’s pussy, into mine…! Hnnngh…!!!”
Squelch…! Squish…! Squish…! Slap…! Slap…! Squelch…!
Having manufactured a decent enough justification, Jo Yu-mi grew even more explicit, craving Geum Tae-yang as she worked herself. She stared at the phone showing his ridiculously masculine, muscle-packed body, and she recalled the scene of him fucking Kim Min-jung’s pussy so hard the air reeked of cum and sweat while they burned zombie corpses—truly masturbating like a complete pervert.
“Haaah…!! Hn!! It feels so good…!! This is nothing like how I used to jerk off…! Hngh! Hnnngh!”
Squish…! Squelch…! Squelch…! Squish…! Squish…! Squelch…!
It was definitely different from her old masturbation. Before she knew Geum Tae-yang, Jo Yu-mi’s self-pleasure had been violent. And rushed. The only thought had been to quickly discharge the dynamite-level horniness that had just exploded so she could leave the spot.
But now she had deliberately chosen a place where she could rub her pussy in peace. That meant she intended to ignore time completely and focus purely on the happiness the act itself gave her.
“It just feels so happy…! My heart’s pounding too…! Haaah…! Hnnngh…!!!”
This was not masturbation as a tool to grow her status window. This was pure masturbation for the happiness of the woman named Jo Yu-mi.
Because the purpose itself was completely different, even the gasps bursting from her open mouth existed on another level. The act looked beastly, yet the heart whispering inside Jo Yu-mi was sweet beyond words.
“Fuck, I love Geum Tae-yang so much… Handsome face and a beast’s physique… Hnnngh…! But his heart is warm and sweet…! Haaaaaah…!”
Squelch…! Squish…! Squish…! Slap…! Slap…! Squish…! Slap…!
The one who made that shift in perception possible was, of course, Geum Tae-yang’s appearance. Because of him, the sexual pleasure Jo Yu-mi’s mind and body now interpreted and produced had gone beyond mere physical stimulation—it had become an act of connection between lovers, a way for people who liked each other to feel one another.
Even though she was currently doing this alone like a maniac, her heart was already trembling with the affection she felt through Geum Tae-yang. You could even say that in her heart she was already having sex with him.
“Hhaaaah! Mwah…! Mwah…! I wanna lick Tae-yang’s face…! Lick! Lick! Haaah! Lick! Lick! Filthy…! Hn…! I wanna groom him like a cat…! Hah! Haaah!!”
In that moment Jo Yu-mi crossed from mere obscenity into something truly bizarre. Park A-young had long harbored a one-sided love for Geum Tae-yang, yet she had at least been able to keep him by her side. Jo Yu-mi was not even allowed that much.
Perhaps that was why her craving for him had rapidly turned dark, slick, and strangely twisted. Simply staring at the photo on her phone was no longer enough to satisfy her hunger—so she began biting, sucking, and licking Geum Tae-yang’s face.
Of course, what she was actually biting, sucking, and licking was the phone screen.
And so, while she was busily, healthily enjoying her masturbation, Jo Yu-mi finally caused an accident.
Geum Tae-yang had just caught her in the middle of that instinct-driven, filthy scene.