Slurp
Volume 1 | Chapter 1 - Part 2
※ R18 - This work contains mature themes
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"Hngh..."
The sudden shout froze both the pale pink tongue and the finger in place. Transparent saliva glistened on the slender finger as the mischievous tongue sucked it in... Seong Jugun clenched his jaw, feeling as if that damp, moist scene was shoved right up his face.
Damn it, I was actually examining that little bastard's tongue. And even worse, I was staring at it without even realizing. I should just go die right now. How would he explain this to the angel later? He didn't even want to imagine it.
"Your girlfriend..."
Seong Jugun quickly reminded himself why he was even paying attention to this little shit. He needed to get a promise out of him and kick him out immediately. Having him around was driving him crazy, making him think all sorts of useless things.
"...Huh?"
"Damn it, put your tongue back in! Do you have a girlfriend? You know, a lover?"
Suddenly...? Seungyu blinked, bewildered by the question that seemed completely out of place in the current situation.
Ah, he told me to put my tongue back in. Seungyu hastily retracted the tip that had been peeking out, leaving a long, transparent strand of saliva stretched between his finger and tongue.
Oops, Seungyu thought, quickly sucking back the saliva before it could drip. Seong Jugun stared, mesmerized once again by the sight of that white finger disappearing into Seungyu's saliva-filled mouth. Then, he narrowed his gaze and furrowed his brow.
"Here we go again... Stop messing around and answer the question. Or I'll—"
"No, it's just... I thought I misheard you..."
I must have misheard. That's it. How could he ask about a girlfriend in this situation? Maybe he was asking if he knew someone who could vouch for him?
"How many times do I have to say it? Do you have a girlfriend?"
"A-ah, uh, a girlfriend...?"
Seungyu's palms grew increasingly clammy. A girlfriend? Out of nowhere?
Naturally, Seungyu had never had a girlfriend, nor had he ever desired one. It was understandable, even setting aside his financial difficulties which made it hard to settle down, he was simply born with a body incapable of even imagining such a relationship. The other man wouldn't know that, of course, hence the question.
"I... I can't have a girlfriend."
When a clear answer didn't come quick enough, Seong Jugun stuck out his tongue and pressed his lips together in annoyance. The stammering speech and halting response were both beyond his tolerance. If he'd given in to his temper, he would have punched the man in the gut right then and there, beating him until he spat out the answer he wanted.
But this time, his body refused to move.
Perhaps it was because a misaimed blow could do more than just scare the man—it might kill him outright. Could the prayer beads on his wrist have finally succeeded in quelling his inner turmoil?
After all, Seong Jugun was the manliest of men, the epitome of manliness itself. If his fist landed on that paper-thin body, it would surely tear the man to shreds. He completely erased the memory of how he'd beaten countless debtors to bloody pulps just moments before. He closed his eyes slowly, as if practicing patience, then opened them again.
"Speak properly. Don't make me question you again. What? Why can't you have one?"
"Uh, I... I have so much to do... and... so much debt to pay off... As soon as I earn money, it's gone... sniff So, I haven't been able to do many of the things other people do... I've been holding back... That's why I haven't even thought about getting a girlfriend..."
The more he spoke, the more aggrieved he became. He never intended to default on his loans. That's why he'd taken on extra part-time work today to make ends meet. Though he failed to meet the deadline, he already paid small amounts of money several times to demonstrate his commitment to pay back.
And yet, they'd dragged him all the way here...
"Hngh... sob..."
Tears welled up in his round eyes, soon dripping steadily, drop after drop.
He was truly hideously ugly. His already small eyes were swollen shut, reduced to the size of an ant's butthole, and his once pale, somewhat presentable cheeks were flushed red, like baked sweet potatoes.
It was the first time Seong Jugun had ever witnessed a man crying, and it was also the first time he'd ever scrutinized a man's face so thoroughly. Intrigued by this novel experience, Seong Jugun raised an eyebrow.
"Why are you crying?"
"Hic... It's unfair... It's just so unfair..."
"What the hell? What's so unfair?"
As he listened, Seong Jugun grew increasingly dumbfounded. From Seungyu's words, it seemed he believed Seong Jugun wasn't trying to collect the money lent to him, but rather trying to steal the money he had. Seong Jugun let out a disbelieving snort. Seungyu misinterpreted this as some kind of signal and his shrunken shoulders heaved even more.
"Hngh... uh... sob... It's so unfair... so unfair..."
"Ha... This is insane..."
The subtle, pleading sobs had now erupted into full-blown wailing. The small face was flushed crimson, stained with gushing tears. Seong Jugun found himself once again captivated by that pitiful face, ready to listen, but when the angel's presence slowly surfaced, it suddenly snapped him back to his senses. He took a deep breath, steadied his breathing, and then coldly cut off his wailing.
"Hey, Mr. Debtor. What exactly have you given up on? Someone truly desperate wouldn't even think about having a lover."
"N-no, I mean... hic... I don't have a lover or anything..."
Beyond the issue of being unable to repay the loan, it was also an absurd speculation due to his body's secret.
When forced to repeat what he said over and over again, Seungyu continued to answer while trembling slightly. Perhaps feeling wronged by having to repeat the same thing so many times, his lips involuntarily pouted, becoming plump like a baby duck's beak. Seong Jugun paused again, momentarily distracted by the sight.
Damn it. Why am I acting like this today?
"This fucking shit. I'm not asking you to be my tunnel buddy*, got it?"
*Tunnel buddy: 2 guys sharing 1 tunnel (AKA Threesome involving 2 man and 1 woman)
At those words, Seungyu’s eyes widened as if they were about to burst out.
"Tun-tunnel buddy?"
"I said no."
As the man's voice rose in irritation, Seungyu's wide eyes trembled.
"You said you're busy, right? So busy that it's unfair? Then you wouldn't have time to keep a lover, would you?"
"Y-yes? Hng, that's... true, but... I don't have a lover, you know...?"
"Really? Then if you did have one, you'd break up with her? I'll take good care of her."
"......"
Seungyu found the proposal utterly absurd. It was so ridiculous that even his tears dried up. Though he didn't actually have a lover, he couldn't help but retort defensively, his emotions getting the better of him.
"My lover? Why would the President...?"
"Ah, I know you have one. Just hand her over to me."
"Huh? No, even so, my lover...? I owe you, President Seong Jugun, but how could you try to steal someone from me...?"
As he retorted, Seungyu's dumbfound expression was so silly that that Seong Jugun couldn't help but laugh despite the situation. Seong Jugun stifled his laughter to not let Seungyu notice, then cleared his throat and regained his composure.
"I'm not saying I'll steal your lover by force..."
Not by force...? Then what? The confusion that replaced the tears spread across Seungyu's gentle eyes.
"Just break up with her. I'll take care of the rest. Your lover will eventually come to me anyway."
That day, he crept out of the apartment with quite footsteps, careful not to disturb the angel's sleep. Reluctant to leave, he kept turning back, dragging his feet. As he faced the window bars of the dark basement room, he desperately wanted to wake the angel and take her with him immediately.
He barely managed to suppress his burning desire and return home, but the thought of her haunted him relentlessly. The next day, and the day after that, the angel kept popping into his mind. Even when he closed his eyes, she appeared in his dreams, his entire being consumed by an overwhelming desire for her.
After that day, Seong Jugun began visiting Seungyu's house constantly. When his schedule wouldn't allow it, he sent his men to keep a vigilant watch outside the house. But no matter how many times they searched Seungyu's home and its surroundings, meeting the angel again remained a distant dream.
It was infuriating. Despite combing through every corner of Seungyu's life like a fine-toothed comb, they couldn't find a single clue about the angel. This left him with only one option: to pressure Seungyu himself into giving up on her.
"Uhm, I-I'm not trying to pick a fight with you, President Seong Jugun. You know about my girlfriend, and you're... telling me to, uh, break up with her?"
"Yeah, now we're talking. If you do that, I'll hold off on demanding the overdue interest for a while, so do it. You said you're working so hard and have no time for women. You'll have to do this to make me believe that. Don't you think so?"
.....How on earth am I supposed to break up with a girlfriend who doesn't even exist? Seungyu was starting to wonder if the hulking figure in front of him might be mentally unwell.
How much longer do I have to listen to this nonsense? He felt a bitter disappointment, realizing he'd been intimidated by someone like this.
"Hey, you little shit! Stop being stubborn and just say you'll do it. Fucking hell, do you think you're in kindergarten? Why are you picking apart every word the boss says like that?"
The burly man who had been watching them from a close distance muttered through clenched teeth. He had been holding on to his standing position even before Seungyu arrived, and his aching body was becoming unbearable to endure the wait.
"......"
Seungyu glanced around, only to meet a gaze so fierce it made him flinch. Pressured from all sides, he no longer had the will to resist. He scrunched his nose as if about to cry, then shook his head slightly. With a newfound resolve, he looked up at Seong Jugun.
"I'll break up. If that's what it takes, then let's just break up."
What's the point? he thought. I might as well play along. Otherwise, he felt he wouldn't be able to escape this terrifying office.
"Um... Mr. Seong Jugun, if we break up... does that mean I don't have to pay interest for a while? You mentioned that earlier. Not that I don't trust you, I just want to confirm..."
The voice, trembling like a goat's bleat, sought confirmation on the agreement for granting the extension. Despite having the guts to make eye contact, the sight of him was still so utterly pathetic, and Seong Jugun let out another hollow laugh. His lips soon twisted into a sneer.
Isn't this guy a total piece of trash? Even though Seungyu was unattractive, he wasn't completely repulsive. So Seong Jugun rationalized the angel's decision to be with him was that she managed to convince herself that she'd found some charm in Baek Seungyu. But even with the extended grace period for interest payments, how could he so readily agree to break up with his girlfriend?
Now in Seong Jugun's eyes, Seungyu had become the scum of the earth, the ultimate loser. Being ugly and acting like a fool—that's exactly what this kind of guy is all about.
"When will you pay the overdue interest? Even with the extension, we need a deadline."
His expression suddenly shifted, his eyes turning cold as he asked, his tone completely different from when he'd been talking about his girlfriend. Seungyu bit his trembling lips, feeling as if he'd been dragged to a gangster's hideout.
"Well, uh... there's this guy, Siyeol-hyung, who works at Songsam. He said he'd pay it back soon. Uh, Songsam Electric, you know it's one of the most respected companies in Korea, right?"
Siyeol-hyung was his only hope. He joined the prestigious Songsam at some point but still remained as Seungyu's closest friend, someone he could still confide in.
Siyeol-hyung is just going through a rough patch right now, but he'll pay back the interest soon. Armed with this unwavering belief, Seungyu's eyes shone brightly.
"Siyeol... hyung?"
Seong Jugun frowned at the cheesy nickname. This Choi Siyeol, who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, felt suspicious.
He gestured for Seungyu's documents to be brought back. He wanted to examine the detailed transaction records on the back of the deposit and withdrawal page, which he had only briefly glanced at earlier.
[ April 25, 20XX - Full transfer of Choi Siyeol's loan. ]
The page he checked repeatedly mentioned the name of the "Siyeol-hyung" Seungyu had been talking about. As Seong Jugun scanned the page, his expression turned cold. What kind of idiot is this? He can't even pay his own debts and is barely scraping by, yet he's taking on someone else's debt?
Moreover, the tangled web of small loans and repayments made his head throb.
"Rental bike repair: ₩1,020,000. Part-time job order error: ₩2,410,000. Sokcho Central Market grilled shellfish: ₩538,000..."
How could these amounts possibly add up unless he spent all night unless he spent all night cuddling with clams at the clam farm? Seong Jugun's frown deepened with each transaction he scrutinized. Is he crazy?
Baek Seungyu seemed to run around spending money like a madman even more than Seong Jugun himself. He seemed to have no regard for rationality in his spending, it's as if he's deliberately seeking out every possible rip-off. Moreover, judging by the patterns, all the money had been spent in cahoots with those around him. He'd been frequenting loan sharks like a sparrow visiting a mill, wearing down their doorsteps with his constant visits.
Seong Jugun seemed to understand why President Jang handed over this entire district to him. Lending money at rates that's next to nothing and then collecting interest like that? No wonder things turned out this way. This wasn't some childish game, for fuck's sake...
"Haa... Shit. I don't know anymore. Hey, debtor, just keep your promise, okay?"
"Yes... I'll definitely break up... with her."
Is this really the right answer? Seungyu hesitated, glancing around nervously before finally replying. Seong Jugun pressed his wrist against his forehead and turned away.
"Then, see him off."
With a dismissive wave, he headed back to the sofa. He sank into it, and moments later, the iron gate slammed shut with a clang. That must be his underlings taking Baek Seungyu away. With the right amount of threats and persuasion, Seong Jugun figured he'd hear news of Seungyu breaking up with his "angel" within a few days.
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How much money had been taken as upfront interest alone? If he'd known they'd take so much from the start, he would never have gotten involved with daily loans.
"Damn... I shouldn't have started this..."
There was no guarantee that he'd live a better life if he didn't. But even so, wouldn't it still be better than now, regretting borrowing money from President Jang? Better than the lingering humiliation that still made him tremble days later?
Seong Jugun: You can read Korean, right?
Having only dealt with Boss Jang, he hadn't realized how terrifying a real gangster could be. Were most loan sharks like that? The sheer intimidation of those impossibly thick arms and fiercely narrowed eyes was overwhelming. He was afraid he'd haunt his dreams.
No, considering how poorly sleep has been these past few nights, he might have already appeared in his dreams without him remembering.
"...He's just so damn huge."
He'd never seen anyone so massive. It wasn't just his height; everything about him—his build, his frame—seemed colossal.
Even Boss Jang, who looked well over 180cm, paled in comparison to Seong Jugun. When he nearly stumbled, the grip on his arm—seemingly effortless—was terrifyingly strong. Though he didn't seem to be exerting much force, the veins and muscles bulging beneath his bronze skin sent a chill through his entire body.
"If only I had a body like that... Then I wouldn't get looked down on everywhere I go," Seungyu muttered, staring at his own thin arms.
He had criticized the man for being so stupidly big, but deep down, Seungyu envied him. His own thin, delicate frame had always been a source of insecurity. Issues with his reproductive organs already made him feel inadequate, and his small stature only further made him feel even more insignificant.
Seungyu's light brown eyes darted around as if deep in thought. It wasn't until a few seconds later that his hesitant gaze slowly drifted downward.
He hadn't always been like this. During puberty, an itching sensation in his groin had suddenly developed into female genitalia. Ever since, Seungyu had clung to the hope that just as it had suddenly appeared one day, it might vanish just as suddenly.
After fidgeting to get comfortable, Seungyu gripped the elastic waistband of his pants. With a swift tug, he pulled them down to his thighs and looked down with a flicker of hope.
"Ah... I really, really hate this..."
His soft drooping eyes wavered with disappointment. His pussy remained exactly where it was.
He was hesitantly spreading his legs, revealing the plump and rosy flesh beneath. The smooth and hairless folds parted to either side, exposing the moist entrance.
As if having a cunt wasn't bad enough, his inner lips were uneven in size. The plump, fleshy folds featured one thick, prominent flap and another dainty, smaller one, creating a stark contrast when viewed from above. Seungyu bit his lip, feeling the disparity even more keenly.
"Ugh... hngh..."
A thick, viscous strand of mucus stretched from the tip of his delicate core all the way to the center of his underwear. Sensing his gaze, his entrance pulsed, spurting a stream of slick. He ran his finger along the thin, translucent thread, and with a snap, the severed end of the sticky mucus slapped against his cunt.
"Ah!"
Startled, Seungyu's cunt flinched and his waist trembled in unsion as he glanced down. The severed slick clung to the folds, forming clear droplets.
Seungyu frowned and his small eyes hidden behind his glasses narrowed as he examined the translucent and glistening fluid.
The succulent cunt would often spurt out fluids like this. If he had a dirty thought or was stimulated with sexual arousal, he would suddenly become wet. To avoid this, Seungyu made a conscious effort to minimize any stimulation to his cunt. The fact that masturbation, which a healthy adult man would indulge in daily, was limited to only once or twice a month as a perfunctory and obligatory act, was proof of this.
But why was he leaking slick when he hadn't even done anything?
It was as if he was aroused.
Seungyu blinked slowly, trying to recall what he had been thinking just a moment ago. Before he checked to see if his cunt had vanished, he'd had looked at his own arm. The sight of his own unimpressive arm reminded him of the impossibly thick arm he had seen earlier.
The owner of that arm... was Seong Jugun.
"Ugh, Baek Seungyu, you need to stop thinking about that loan shark. What if he appears in my dream tonight?"
At the time, he had been too scared to think much on it, but now, upon reflection, he realized thar man was annoyingly good-looking. ...actually, not just good-looking, but downright handsome.
His slicked-back hairstyle revealed his facial features. The straight brow bone and the sanpaku eyes beneath it formed an oddly harmonious combination, though his glare could make your balls shrivel in fear. His sharp nose and masculine jawline were undeniably striking.
But what's good about a handsome face when his entire demeanor screamed "gangster"? The mix of arrogance and intimidation in his expression pushed even his good looks to the back of one's mind.
And to top it off, he was using money to hold Seungyu by the throat, threatening him. I hope he trips and falls flat on his face somewhere.
"Haaah..."
Recalling that day made Seungyu's chest tight. He hadn't thought much about it before, but the debt was clearly massive. He even waved a lottery ticket in front of the man, claiming he might win, but the ticket—bought with every last penny he had—didn't even win fifth prize.
"This is a disaster. Seriously..."
Seungyu was now more worried about his future than his feminine identity.
When did the debt snowball like this? The fact that the loan shark sent his men to drag him away must mean the combined interest and principal is astronomical. This is really bad...
It started with 300,000 won. What was that for again? He doesn't even remember exactly, but he needed the money urgently and Siyeol-hyung introduced him to the daily interest loan company.
"Are you really lending me this much money?"
"Yes, just make sure to pay it back later."
"Thank you!"
Once he borrowed easily the first time, it became easier to borrow even more. That's how the debt gradually grew like a snowball.
The only thing he remembered from Seong Jugun's remarks was... when Siyeol-hyung joined Songsam, he couldn't have any illegal loan records. So Seungyu took on the debt that he borrowed. There was also the time he foolishly took out a loan to try be like a proper grandson for his grandmother who doted on him. Then he got into an accident with a fancy motorcycle he borrowed to help with work. That said motorcycle was incredibly expensive, he should have just rented that beat-up scooter parked next to it.
Still, he didn't regret taking on the debt for Siyeol-hyung. He promised to pay it all back in one go when he got his bonus from Songsam. Considering the friendship they built over the years, this was the least he could do.
Still...
Back then, he was so focused on survival that he didn't even have time to feel anything. But now that he got out of the office, the memories flood back vividly, bringing with them a wave of self-loathing, humiliation, and shame that washed over him.
Running from those burly men all day, only to be finally caught, felt utterly miserable. He always kept his knees straight, to think he had to kneel before that mentally unstable guy was heart wrenching.
"Ah, I don't have a girlfriend! Seriously!"
Seungyu, overwhelmed with frustration, drank a ton of alcohol. He couldn't stomach soju's harsh alcohol, so he had no choice but to drink whiskey.
Initially, he had marched to the supermarket with the bold intention of drinking himself into oblivion. But when he saw the prices, the whiskey turned out to be far more expensive than he'd imagined. He hesitated, his eyes darting to the soju bottles, but no matter how hard he tried to compromise, he knew he'd just throw it all up.
After clenching and unclenching his fist several times, Seungyu finally found the discount section. He grabbed the cheapest, smallest-sized bottle of whiskey and two cans of beer.
"Ugh... my head hurts..."
Was it because he mixed the strong liquor with beer? Suddenly, his head was throbbing like it was about to split open. The small bottle of whiskey wouldn't have been enough, so he added so much beer that he couldn't even taste what he was drinking anymore.
There was nothing he could do. There was still a little whiskey left, but he had to stop drinking, even though it felt like a waste. He carefully closed the cap on the bottle, thinking he could save it for the next time he felt down.
Hopefully, there won't be a next time... Seungyu murmured, staring blankly at the bottle. With a clink, he set down his glass and sluggishly crawled into bed.
"Haa... I'll feel better after a nap."
Seungyu took off his glasses and placed them on the nightstand, then he reached to remove his underwear out of habit. As his drunken, clumsy hands pulled down his underwear to his knees, the slick that had accumulated in the meantime dripped down his cunt with wet squelches.
"Hick!"
He flinched, his body trembling with excitement, but the sensation was fleeting. Shaking his hazy head, Seungyu finally managed to strip naked. To calm his vision, which had turned blindingly white, he pulled the blanket over himself and squeezed his eyes shut. A strange, tingling pleasure spread between his wet thighs, but he clenched his buttocks and endured for a while. Gradually, sleepiness washed over him.
Since I have nothing to do tomorrow anyway, I might as well get some proper rest, he thought. That's why he humored that crazy bastard's demands about a girlfriend or whatever. With that thought, he closed his eyes...
"Hah... Fuck, Buddha is testing me again."
Seong Jugun, sitting on the edge of the bed, took a deep breath. Whew, he inhaled deeply, his thick chest expanding and contracting until the fabric of his shirt stretched taut.
This wasn't the scene he'd expected. Or perhaps he was just glad to have found her at all.
His eyes gleamed as he watched her sleep peacefully like an angel before him. Her straight brows were furrowed, and her ragged breaths hissed through her sharp nose. It was a physical reaction, a mixture of excitement and simmering rage at seeing his destined partner after so long.
There's a good reason for it. How could find his angel on this bed again, despite that bastard Baek Seungyu's promise? Fucking hell, even if he ground that little shit to dust, it still won't be enough. He said he will break up!
The angel, sleeping soundly at a distance, emanated the scent of alcohol. It likely stemmed from the whiskey and beer bottles he found on the floor earlier and discreetly pushed aside.
Had something upset her? It must be because of Baek Seungyu. Judging by the fact that the liquid in the opaque bottle had less than half left, she seemed deeply troubled. He needs to rescue her from that bastard as soon as possible, but why does he cling to her like a leech that refuse to let go?
"That fucking trash..."
The more he thought about it, the more it seemed like joke. There was no reason for an angel to be holed up in this studio basement apartment and drinking alcohol.
Will she come out today? Or tomorrow? After waiting endlessly in front of the building, he couldn't take it anymore and finally charged in, only to be met with this sight.
"Hah... It's a good day today. I shouldn't get so worked up."
That's right. It was finally the day he reunited with his angel.
Postponing Baek Seungyu's punishment for later, Seong Jugun decided to first greet the angel he hadn't seen in so long. From her gently closed eyelids to her long eyelashes, her round and adorable nose that made him want to pinch it, her plump lips murmuring in her sleep, and her slender chin that could easily fit in the palm of his hand...
"...Huh?"
Suddenly, it struck him that the angel's face resembled someone he knew.
What? Who is it? The memory felt like it was on the verge of surfacing, yet remained stubbornly elusive, a hazy recollection.
Sung Joo-geon frowned, he chased the memory for a moment and then quickly shook the thought away. Well, it's the first time I've seen her since that day. Maybe the memory of our first meeting just resurfaced, he concluded.
Indeed, it had been quite shocking. How could such an angel exist?
For a while, Seong Jugun quietly admired the sleeping angel. The strands of her soft hair spread across the bedsheets and clung to her cheek, making her look utterly adorable. Her beautiful face contrasting with her easygoing personality—reflected in her short, practical haircut—was also part of her charm. Feeling his heart ache from the overwhelming affection, Seong Jugun slowly lowered his gaze.
"Well then, I'm here to greet you again today..."
He swallowed hard, gazing at the angel's face as if seeking permission.
Truth be told, ever since he found her in this house, his eyes kept drifting. But he wasn't some animalistic brute who would first check below before seeing the face. So, after checking her angelic features, he planned to take a glance, just a quick look at her body, the sight of which sent electric tremor through his brain.
He just wanted to make sure everything was okay. He had absolutely no ulterior motives.
“Haaah… I’m so fucking horny.” Amitabha, Buddha. Hallelujah, Amen.
This time, it seemed difficult to meditate solely relying on the chanting of Buddha's name, so he brought in other religions. He glanced at the prayer beads, which didn't seem to have much effect in controlling his desires, then turned his gaze to the angel.
The angel, as if he knew he was coming, was still asleep in a her usual provocative pose.
Her plump flesh was subtly parted, barely concealing her slit while revealing glimpses of her milky-white buttocks swaying gently. Seong Jugun hastily averted his eyes, his mind reeling from the sight of her intoxicating body.
"This is crazy."
Even though she was wrapped even more tightly in the blanket than last time, her pussy still remained visible. This time, however, her thighs were pressed together, concealing the inner flesh between her folds. The contrast between her milky-white mounds and the puckered, mismatched size of the outer lips were adorable. If one were to delve deeper into that tender flesh, he recalled, there was a small, pearl-like protrusion tucked away in a corner.
The memory brought back the sensation of his tongue flicking against those plump, resilient flesh. The tangy taste of her fluids flooded his senses, saliva pooling on his tongue as his swollen cock throbbed violently. The throbbing head of his cock pulsed as if it would burst through his pants at any moment.
Seong Jugun anxiously wiped the corners of his mouth before glancing down at his hands. His large, rough palms were covered in scars, its knuckles prominent and studded with hardened calluses.
If he pressed his hands against that soft mound, the sleeping angel would wake up instantly. She might even whine in pain.
But there was no other way. To see that tantalizing cunt, he had to spread it. Aside from his hands, there were limited options.
"It's not like I'm doing this because I'm being perverted... Even a eunuch won't be able to resist sucking it. Fuck, this is self-justification."
Just a little suck wouldn't hurt anyone, right? Seong Jugun sighed deeply, as if steeling his resolve, and closed his eyes. Hoo... He exhaled until his chest felt hollow, then opened his eyes to see the half-covered pussy peeking from beneath the blanket. His Adam's apple bobbed wildly with excitement as he slowly lowered his head.
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