Chapter 79 Inside the Cabinet (2)
Chapter 79 Inside the Cabinet (2)
Chae-young's hands touched my cock.
And then, she began to slowly stroke me with a handjob.
It was her first time, so of course it was clumsy.
A far cry from the thick, dazzling handjobs of First Mother that I had fantasized about and recreated dozens of times while masturbating.
But with Gaeul noona unexpectedly appearing, I couldn't grip myself tightly or move my hips quickly, so Chae-young's handjob ended up being a tantalizingly ticklish sensation.
Between that and the thrill of the situation, I felt like I was about to cum any second.
As the pressure built, I turned my head away from Chae-young and peeked through the cabinet door at Gaeul noona.
As always, her face was beautiful.
Delicate, like it might shatter at any moment.
Her body was the same.
To think someone like her was working in a factory.
If it weren't for the cult's enforcers tracking me, I'd have taken on backbreaking labor just to keep her hands from getting dirty.
And by then, I wouldn't hesitate anymore—I'd confidently take Gaeul noona into my arms.
But with this pseudo-religion hunting me down, that dream was impossible.
Leaving Gaeul noona to live her own life, exhausted but free, was the kinder choice.
Squeeze!
Chae-young suddenly tightened her grip around my cock.
I barely stifled a startled gasp.
When I turned back to look at her, she was glaring at me with the same terrifying delinquent expression she used when scolding losers.
Focus on me while I'm sucking your dick, her eyes said.
It was almost funny—her trying to look intimidating with my cock in her mouth.
But there was nothing funny about the way her tongue moved.
"Hngh... ngh...!"
Slowly, carefully, Chae-young began bobbing her head.
The bloodstains from when I'd pierced her pussy were still smeared on my cock, and now she was licking them clean with her tongue.
I hadn't even ordered her to. A proud delinquent girl like her was willingly debasing herself like this.
Every time her lips tightened around me, I clenched my fists to hold back moans.
With nothing else to grab, my hands naturally settled on the back of her head.
The thought of holding Chae-young's hair—the same hair that usually loomed over the factory workers—sent a surge of dominance through me.
I wanted to shove my cock deep down her throat until she couldn't even breathe.
But I couldn't.
Leaving Chae-young to her work, I glanced back through the cabinet door.
Gaeul noona was standing in front of the small office fridge.
Thirsty?
No, she had water and drinks at home. There was no reason for her to stop by the office just for that.
Click—
The fridge door opened, followed by the sound of her taking something out.
Through the cabinet's gap, I saw Gaeul noona's profile—but her expression wasn't the gentle one I knew.
There was a hint of scorn and irritation.
A sharpness she'd never shown me in the six months we'd lived side by side.
What she pulled out was a yogurt.
A half-eaten yogurt.
The office fridge was shared by all employees, and the only person shameless enough to leave half-finished food in it was—
The manager. That bastard who'd been creeping on Gaeul noona while trying to stay on Chae-young's good side.
"Fucking manager bastard."
I flinched. I'd never heard Gaeul noona swear before.
Chae-young must have been just as shocked—her tongue froze mid-lick.
Gaeul noona glanced around (completely unaware of us in the cabinet), then cracked open the yogurt lid.
Ptui.
She spat into the manager's yogurt, resealed it, and shoved it to the back of the fridge.
"Haaah..."
Wiping her lips with satisfaction, Gaeul noona left the office.
The perfect crime.
If only we hadn't been hiding in the cabinet.
Click, click.
Her footsteps faded until they disappeared entirely.
Even after she was gone, we stood frozen in silence.
The tension of nearly getting caught had my heart pounding, but Chae-young was the first to speak.
"See that? Your noona... She's that kind of girl? Heh... hehe..."
Chae-young giggled quietly, nuzzling against my cock.
"Hey, Lee Eun-woo. Your noona just spat in someone's food. All that acting sweet, proper, fragile like some princess... Tch."
I grabbed a fistful of her hair. "Shut up. If you're a masochist, act like one and suck my dick. ...I won't tolerate you badmouthing my noona."
Chae-young's face stiffened at the dark tone I'd never used with her before.
But her masochistic tendencies must have been real—even as fear flashed in her eyes, her fingers didn't stop rubbing her pussy.
"Hands off your cunt. Put them behind your back. Submission pose."
Chae-young obeyed.
Gripping her hair, I thrust my cock deeper into her mouth.
A brutal deepthroat no virgin should ever endure.
Even Chae-young, who'd eagerly taken me in at first, was now scrunching her eyes in pain.
But I didn't pull out. I didn't let her beg me to stop.
Ghk! Gkgh! Cough! Cough!
Pressed against Chae-young in the cabinet, breathing in her scent, I was fully hard.
I couldn't return to Gaeul noona like this—I had to use the company president's precious daughter's mouth to relieve myself.
Nothing else mattered.
Mmmph! Mmmmph!
Chae-young thrashed, but I didn't loosen my grip.
The dopamine from seeing Gaeul noona's hidden side mixed with the thrill of dominating the president's daughter—my brain was melting.
It didn't take long before I was close.
But I wasn't kind enough to cum down her throat.
I pulled out, holding my throbbing cock in front of her gasping face.
"Open."
When she didn't obey immediately, still struggling to breathe, I didn't hesitate—I slapped her cheek with my cock.
"Eek! That hurts!"
Smack!
Another slap shut down her defiance. Her expression melted into submission.
"Open your fucking mouth."
"...Y-yessss."
I came all over her tongue.
Then, to make sure she'd remember the taste, I rubbed my glans against her tongue, frothing my cum into a lather.
Chae-young swallowed eagerly, then opened her mouth wide to show me it was all gone.
I hadn't even ordered her to. She'd done it just to please me.
What a perfect masochist.
"Hah... hahh..."
The moment we stepped out of the cabinet, Chae-young collapsed to the floor, gasping.
Her face was flushed, streaked with tears and sweat, but a twisted smile curled her lips.
"Hey, Lee Eun-woo. You... You got hard with your noona right there? You're seriously fucked up, you know that?"
Still sprawled on the floor, she wheezed out a laugh.
"Says the one who grabbed my dick in that situation."
I adjusted my clothes indifferently.
The tension that had kept me wired was gone, leaving me drained. I could've collapsed too.
But if I stayed away too long, Gaeul noona would get suspicious. I didn't even have time to catch my breath.
"I'm going first. If I'm late, she'll notice."
As I muttered this, Chae-young—still splayed on the floor—lifted her head weakly. Her eyes were glazed over.
"...You're leaving? Just like that?"
Staggering up, she grabbed my sleeve. Where was the usual arrogant delinquent?
She looked like she might cry.
For a moment, I just stared, mesmerized, before turning to the pitch-black world outside.
I should at least walk her out.
Even if she wasn't my girlfriend, just a friend, I owed her that much.
But I couldn't.
I was about to abandon the first friend I'd made outside the cult—the girl who'd just lost her virginity—alone in the dark.
If I didn't hurry back, Gaeul noona's jealousy would flare...
"I'm sorry."
The moment she realized I was choosing Gaeul noona over her, Chae-young's face darkened.
She looked ready to cry.
But there was no other way.
Or so I thought—until I snapped back to reality and found myself gripping her waist, kissing her fiercely.
"Mmmph! Mmm! ...Mmm... ♥"
A short but intense kiss.
The metallic tang of blood mixed with the sweetness of saliva—a farewell that friends should never share.
More taboo than the "friendship handjob" we'd started with.
But we clung to each other, tongues entwined, as the adrenaline from nearly getting caught burned through us.
"Hah... Haaaah... C-can't we... do ten more minutes?"
"Sorry. No time."
"B-but... your noona's already back, so if we're a little late..."
I pushed her away. "Sorry. We have tomorrow, remember? I'm riding with you."
"...Oh. ...Oh, right!"
Her face brightened as she remembered our promise.
"I'll go now. Sorry I can't walk you out."
"...Mm. Okay."
"Get home safe. I'll text you—no, I'll call first."
Still dazed from the kiss, she just nodded absently.
I wanted to stay, but I hardened my heart and left her behind, stepping out of the office alone.
When I got home, I carefully opened the door.
Gaeul noona's face came into view.
"I-I'm back..."
"Welcome home, Eun-woo."
Her voice was sweet and gentle—not a trace of the sharpness she'd shown while spitting in the manager's yogurt.
The perfect image of a virtuous woman.
She didn't... notice, right?