Masochist Bitch Jo Yu-mi [Beginning Primary Training] [3]
Bounce! Bounce! Bounce! Bounce! Bounce!
The heavy, springy slap of flesh. The whipcrack of Geum Tae-yang's hips. The wet, filthy sounds of his cock driving roughly through the tight ring of his left fist — none of it was the solitary work of a man alone with his hand.
This was Geum Tae-yang's full-power jack-off session, staged outdoors in a parking lot, performed for a twenty-one-year-old virgin watching through her phone.
"Honestly, this is fucking mortifying right now!! Nngh—! But it's you!! You're my Yu-mi, so I'm giving it everything I've got!!! Hhhnnn—!!!"
Geum Tae-yang was no raincoat flasher. He had zero immunity to this kind of play. It wasn't even his taste. But he carried a fierce sense of responsibility, and he cared about the people around him — a trait that had only grown stronger since becoming the harem man of the apocalypse. The body-cam power stroke he was putting on for Jo Yu-mi right now was pure friendship and pure teacherly duty exploding out of him at once.
"Hnnn—! Haah—! I love it!! I love how you look right now! Nngh—! The way you're fucking me, Master!! Hhaaah—! Nngh—!"
Bounce! Bounce! Bounce! Bounce! Bounce!
Squelch! Squish! Squelch! Rub-squelch! Rub! Rub!
The moment Tae-yang's filthy self-pleasure kicked into gear, Jo Yu-mi went past frenzy and into outright howling. The image of Geum Tae-yang's raw male cockwork she had locked away from watching him with Kim Min-jung was now aimed straight at her own pussy — and she had no choice but to feel it with everything she had.
Tae-yang's huge glans inside me...! That thick, hard cock thrashing around...! Hnnn—! Hhhnnn—!
Squelch! Squish! Squish! Squelch! Squish! Squelch! Squish!
When penetration actually happens, eight or nine women out of ten close their eyes. First out of embarrassment. Second to pour every sense into the pussy alone — to feel, eyes shut, the precious flesh of the man they love driving into them. Jo Yu-mi was a tomboy, but she was still a born female, and she would have wanted the same. The mutual cam-session made that impossible. What she was experiencing was indirect sex — pleasure that only existed if she kept staring at the massive cock of the man she loved through a phone screen.
So she did. She stared, shamelessly, at the giant cock pumping for her on the other side of the glass, and with a pussy-handjob that had already graduated from clumsy to near-proficient, she drank in every second of the filthy content he was creating for her.
That cock handled Auntie Min-jung's superior physique... Hnnn—! The cock that made a woman like her climax is twitching for me... Hiii—!!!
Jo Yu-mi adapted fast. The open-eyed sex act that would have mortified any sane woman — she overcame it by stubbornly mapping every thrust onto the memory of Kim Min-jung and Geum Tae-yang fucking in her head.
"Fuck, this is so goddamn embarrassing!! I'm going crazy!! I've done all kinds of shit lately, but this feels so pathetic I want to die!! Hnnngh—!"
The second she locked in like that, the greater sense of transgression and shame flipped onto the male side — onto Geum Tae-yang, the one actually performing the dirty act. Why do raincoat flashers and their kind do what they do? Because they get off on the other person's shock, the averted eyes. That is how they feed their twisted self-worth. Flip it — if the woman on the receiving end of the eye-assault refuses to flinch — the flasher shrinks and withers on the spot.
Tae-yang's face right now looked a lot like that fluster. He hadn't started the hip-snap for their reasons, of course. Even so: a solid male had gone on the offensive, and the female opposite him wasn't cowed at all — she was staring him down and enjoying every second. Humiliation, confusion, and pure mortification hit him hard.
"But it feels so fucking good, shit!! Jo Yu-mi, you are so goddamn sexy!! Kill me already, damn it— Nngh—!!"
The fundamental difference between a flasher and Geum Tae-yang came down to recovery — the recovery that comes with being a born male. A weak man, ambushed from a position of advantage, turns and runs. He only plays the hero when the odds are safe; that is what makes him weak. A real male is different. Being human, he may freeze and flinch when the situation flips — but he recovers, and then he burns with challenge toward the bold one across from him. That is the gulf between a born male and a raincoat coward.
Tae-yang registered that Jo Yu-mi refused to shrink from his raw cockwork, hesitated for a beat — then recovered. More than recovered. Her fierce female energy turned him on so hard it nearly broke him.
"Nngh—!! I'll bounce it like a maniac!! Can you keep up with this tempo, Yu-mi?? Hnnn—! The power stroke that leaves Auntie Min-jung brainless! Can you keep up?? Nngh—! Hnnn—!!"
Bounce!! Bounce!! Bounce!! Bounce!! Bounce!! Bounce!!
Squelch! Squish! Slap! Squish! Squish! Slap! Squelch! Squish!!
Geum Tae-yang poured the surge of lust straight into his hips, the motion climbing explosively. The force of a man determined to turn a predator-female's pussy into a wreck and force her to her knees between his thighs. It was a spectacle. Midsummer heat, and he had crawled out of the bunker all the way to Park Do-chul's parking lot for training. Sweat slicked the left hand wrapped around his cock, and the wet piston-noise of that giant shaft driving through his fist started to sound almost exactly like the real thing.
"Haaah—! Hnn—! Hhhnnn!! Haaah—! Hyaaaaah!!!"
Shake! Shake! Shake! Bounce! Shake! Bounce! Bounce!
Schlick! Schlick! Slap! Schlick! Schlick! Schlick! Slap! Schlick!
Drip...! Spurt! Drip...! Spurt!
Tae-yang's cockwork showed its true colors. Jo Yu-mi strained to match the sex skill of a professional harem male. Her mouth gave up on dirty talk and poured out nothing but moans. Her brain had narrowed to the situation between her legs alone. Her lower body shifted to match: her twerking rolled and bounced in answer to every angle of his hip-snap, and her hand moved like it had a motor in it — fingertips and wrist snapping to the machine-piston tempo of his strokes. How dynamic had it become? The love-juice that had been pouring from her pussy the whole time suddenly sprayed in every direction, soaking the air around her.
"Haaah—! K...! Hyaaahnn!! K's cock feels so good...! Hnn! Hhaaahnn!!"
Sloooow...
She closed her eyes a fraction, tipped her head back, and called the initial K again. The climax was starting to gather. She had been locked on her lower body, but a female in love still wants to cry the name of the man she adores at the peak — that is only human. The orgasm itself was forcing rookie love-struck Jo Yu-mi into a superhuman sex mentality.
"That's it — that's exactly it, Jo Yu-mi!! Enjoy it just like that!!"
Her teacher, the harem stud Geum Tae-yang, reading every beat, praised her. What he could not know: the word she truly wanted to scream was not K. It was Geum Tae-yang. Even a shameless female like Jo Yu-mi could not quite bring herself to speak the name of the man who belonged to Kim Min-jung — the woman she had respected without limit since childhood, bound to him by old ties of her own.
"Hnnn—! Me too! I'm about to come, Yu-mi! I'm gonna make some noise too!!! Nngh—!!"
Recognizing his student's approach to climax, Tae-yang decided to race there with her. A man who could jack off for a long time normally needed more runway to finish — but he was not about to leave his student to climax alone. So he reached for the finishing move.
"I'll call Auntie— Nngh— Auntie Min-jung!!! Nngh—!!"
The magic keyword that triggered Geum Tae-yang's ejaculation: the ultimate MILF, the strongest female alive, Kim Min-jung. Even mid body-cam mutual masturbation with Jo Yu-mi, he cried out for the MILF he loved.
"Hnnn—! Auntie Min-jung! Hnn—! I love you so much, Auntie Min-jung! Auntie's pussy! Nngh—!!"
Bounce!! Bounce!! Bounce!! Bounce!! Bounce!! Bounce!! Bounce!!
Squish! Thrust! Thrust! Slam! Thrust! Squish! Slam! Slam! Slam!
Still staring at Jo Yu-mi's pussy through the phone, the shameless harem male Geum Tae-yang begged for Kim Min-jung with his open mouth and kicked into a hundred-meter-dash sprint.
"I feel it!!! Nngh—!! The cum's coming on!!! Hnnn—!! Auntie!! Nngh—!!!"
The effect was devastating. The pussy in front of him looked delicious, but he could not picture the inside of it. With Park A-young there had been a roadmap — she would be similar to Kim Min-jung — but Jo Yu-mi's entirely different genetics were another story. Calling up the image of Kim Min-jung's pussy, burned into his brain and into the nerves of his cock, filled that missing two percent and then some.
Hhaahnn! What kind of shitty manners is this... S-sure, I asked him to help... and I know he's dating Auntie, but hnnn...!
Jo Yu-mi was thrown. Structurally, Tae-yang believed she was masturbating in front of him while calling another man's name. That was his side of it. For a rookie female tasting sexual play with a male for the first time in her life, the fluster was only natural.
Hnnn...! But...! I'm clearly hurt and disappointed, and yet... haaahnn...! Hhhnnn...!
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Separate from the heart-wound of a love-act beginner, Jo Yu-mi's lower body went completely wild — and even she could not understand why. She did not want to lose the stimulation, so she drove her fingertips and wrist-snap even harder, machine-gunning out the wet soundtrack of her pussy-handjob.
I'm disappointed, but... that chest-tingling feeling is so good... I want to hear more... I must be crazy, why am I like this...! Hnnn! Haaahnn!
That was it. Jo Yu-mi, who yearned for a strong male, carried the inclination such females inevitably develop in the act of love. The urge to be dominated. The urge to be ravaged. In short: Jo Yu-mi had an M streak.