Geum Tae-yang Wanted to See Jo Yu-mi’s Breasts and Boldly Demanded It Like a True Harem Male [Jo Yu-mi’s Pussy Driven Mad by Geum Tae-yang] [2]
“?????????!!!!!!!???????”
She was thrashing out moans and going wild against the phone screen when Geum Tae-yang’s voice suddenly cut through—followed by the questions he casually tossed her way. Jo Yu-mi nearly jumped out of her skin.
That was right. While she was deep in the middle of masturbating, her phone had started ringing with an incoming call from Geum Tae-yang. But Yu-mi had sunk so completely into the pleasure her own hands were giving her that she never even heard it. She just kept kissing the screen, flicking her tongue, and pawing at the display with her fingers. Without meaning to, she hit the accept button.
“What are you so surprised about? Or maybe not? Getting caught sticking your tongue out like that is pretty shocking, huh???”
Tae-yang sounded surprisingly calm. From his point of view the whole scene should have filled his head with about two million question marks—a perfectly normal virgin girl licking her phone camera like that—but the way he usually thought of Jo Yu-mi showed itself clearly. After a brief moment of confusion, he simply decided she was just goofing around the way she always did. To him she was still the tomboy buddy he treated more like a guy friend than a girl, so he figured she was just being a dumbass again.
“T-Tae-yang??? W-what are you calling for????”
For Jo Yu-mi, who had already fallen for him, the shock was total. She jerked her face away from the camera at once. Her cheeks were already flushed from masturbating; now embarrassment piled on top of that heat until even her ears burned scarlet. In a stammering voice she hurriedly asked why he had called.
“Why do I need a reason to call a friend? That hurts, you know!”
He scolded her with mock severity. He really did consider her a good friend. Tae-yang was the type who poured genuine care into the people he valued, so he made a point of texting and calling her whenever he had a free moment. After putting that much heart into it, her flustered reaction honestly stung a little.
“Ah…!!”
Then his expression shifted as if he had just figured something out.
“Were you mid-construction on your growth points????”
Her face was bright red, her skin and neck were slick with far more sweat than any summer heat could explain, and her chest was heaving way too hard. Putting every clue together, Tae-yang realized his favorite tomboy friend was right in the middle of masturbating. The word he chose—“construction”—mattered. Even though Yu-mi was a pure tomboy and he had literally walked in on her once before, he still respected her as a woman. In every text and call since then he had softened the act by calling it “construction work.” Even for a guy who treated her like one of the boys, masturbation remained something too private and precious to name casually.
“U-uh… it just kinda happened…”
Even with the polite code word, the truth that she had been touching herself was laid bare. Yu-mi was mortified. She couldn’t meet his eyes. She had grown shyer around him ever since admitting her feelings, but the restless fluster she showed now went far beyond that. It wasn’t just that she had been caught masturbating—it was that she had been caught licking and sucking his photo when the call came through. Her mind was reeling.
“Haa… aren’t you overdoing it? Do you really need to go that hard?”
But Tae-yang, who was dense about every woman except Kim Min-jung, completely missed the finer details. The image of her tongue flicking across the screen had already vanished from his head. All he felt was worry that their little bet was pushing her to pour too much passion into leveling up.
Fuck… that feels so good… Tae-yang’s worried about me…
Hearing those words made Yu-mi ridiculously happy. After her grandmother died she had felt a huge emptiness, which was why she had returned to Gwangmyeong Hope Shelter where she grew up. The sense of belonging she found there was so strong that even after the apocalypse she stayed to look after the kids. Yu-mi was starved for human affection. And now the man she had fallen for was sincerely fretting over her well-being. The pure, tomboyish virgin felt like she was going to lose her mind.
“Then I should probably hang up. I only called because I figured you might be free to talk.”
“Be careful, Yu-mi. That promise was just to motivate you. If you get hurt it means nothing, got it?”
Completely unaware of the complicated storm inside her, Tae-yang simply felt bad for interrupting something important. He was glad to have made a good friend like Jo Yu-mi—she was full of fire. Because of family circumstances he had spent his teenage years living a restrained life, so he had always craved a friend with that kind of fighting spirit. With gentle, friendship-filled warmth he prepared to end the call and leave her alone.
“Hey… you’re just gonna hang up like that?”
“Huh??”
It was Yu-mi who stopped him.
“Help me finish masturbating before you go… so I can get off quick and sleep… If you help me I think I can finish fast…”
Her pussy was already burning hot and her breasts felt just as flushed. In a careful, whispered voice she made a truly shameless request. Asking a guy to help her masturbate—how could a twenty-one-year-old make such a filthy demand? And yet it was exactly the kind of request only a twenty-one-year-old could make.
“Help you… masturbate?????”
Tae-yang’s face and voice both short-circuited. Even a harem stud currently keeping two women would have every reason to doubt his own ears.
“Y-yeah… I mean! You suddenly called and completely wrecked my rhythm! So shouldn’t you take responsibility?”
Yu-mi was no ordinary girl. She might be a rough, easygoing tomboy, but she couldn’t deny the pure female instincts she was born with. Even while stammering she spun a perfect justification on the spot. Instinctively she had sensed exactly which angle would make Tae-yang soft-hearted, and her sly little mouth ran with it.
“Ah—ah! You’re right! Now that you put it that way, it makes total sense!!”
Tae-yang was, at heart, an extremely simple man. He could be cunning with Park A-young after years of bickering, but his natural self was the type who trusted people and didn’t second-guess them. And right now the person on the other end of the line was the rare friend who made him feel real camaraderie. So he shook off the earlier shock and simply accepted her logic.
Fuck… he’s such a real male, Geum Tae-yang… He’s so strong he just believes people… It’s so goddamn attractive, haaa…!
That simple nature hit Yu-mi like pure aphrodisiac. Plenty of women liked kind, innocent guys, but the “simple man” code that hooked this particular tomboy bitch ran on a slightly different track.
In bed he’s a total beast, but the rest of the time he’s so fucking sweet… He’s a real male… haaa…
A strong male. Because Yu-mi herself was such a strong female, she wanted a male who could dominate her—not just physically, but with the psychological presence to match. A big-hearted, manly man who was strong with the strong and gentle with the weak. Watching Tae-yang’s daytime-soft, nighttime-beast duality was slowly filling the exact need she had always craved.
“Alright then. I’ll handle you a little roughly, Jo Yu-mi.”
Tae-yang never disappointed that fantasy. One moment he had been pure, considerate, and gentle; the instant he decided to help her masturbate he flipped straight into pro-harem-stud mode.
“O-okay… take care of me, Geum Tae-yang…”
Yu-mi was a woman with real charisma—enough to run her own survival camp in the apocalypse. Yet the moment Tae-yang looked at her with those eyes that seemed genetically engineered to make females spread their legs, the female inside her instantly turned obedient. She shyly averted her gaze again.
“Open your top, Yu-mi. Masturbating in clothes like that is an insult to yourself.”
His voice carried quiet authority, stripped of any crude perversion, as he first drilled the proper mindset into her. He already knew her masturbation had started because of Status Window growth in the apocalypse, but his tone made it clear she should never approach the act that way again.
“My chest…? You want me to open my chest…??”
The order to bare her breasts threw her. From her perspective, asking him to help her masturbate and then having him demand she flash her tits felt completely out of left field. That reaction came from her usual habit of just hammering her pussy hard and fast until she came.
“You… want to see my breasts…???”
So she assumed he simply wanted to look at them for personal reasons. Loving him already had clearly rerouted her thinking.
“Yeah. I want to see them, Yu-mi. They look like they’d be really firm and pretty.”
Tae-yang was a true professional. Logically he should have explained that stimulating her nipples would create far better pleasure. Instead he refused every dry explanation. He no longer had sex with his head—he had sex with his heart. He approached her with raw emotion that made a woman’s chest tighten rather than with cold logic, and he was ready to shoulder any small misunderstanding if it meant giving her better pleasure.
“They’re all sweaty… it’s gonna look weird… and my bra isn’t even cute…”
Rustle… rustle… rustle… rustle…
His approach worked perfectly. Yu-mi herself began sinking into the same emotional current. Instead of the logical protest of “Why are you looking at another girl’s chest when you already have girlfriends?”, she reacted with pure female joy at a man’s interest. Face pleasantly flushed, she carefully started unbuttoning her top.