Episode 11

Her weak hands struggled to grasp the overly large penis, barely managing to wrap around it. Even with one hand, her fingers couldn’t meet due to its thickness. Resigned, Sohee pressed her lips to Gye Wonho’s skin below her gaze.

“Haah…”

Each time she was held close or their bodies touched, the faint scent of the man’s intense presence seeped into her senses, trailing from her nose to her very core.

As her lips pressed against it slowly, thick liquid beaded and dripped from the tip.

“Clean up everything that comes out with your tongue. Stick it out.”

At his command, Sohee extended her tongue, letting her saliva drip as she brought it to the edge of the slick surface.

“Mm… ah…”

Her hesitant tongue brushed against the smooth skin, leaving a tangy, slightly sour taste lingering. She swallowed the slippery substance repeatedly along with her saliva.

“Ha.”

Gye Wonho let out a languid breath and placed his palm on the rounded crown of her head beneath him, giving a brief command.

“Suck on the rest.”

Not understanding what he meant, Sohee froze for a moment, her eyelids blinking slowly. When the meaning of his words finally registered, her face flushed a deep red. She had never imagined doing something like that.

“Never had a customer ask for this, have you?”

He asked mockingly, pulling her hand to guide it toward him, placing her small hand over the area as his broader palm rested on top of hers.

As she grasped it firmly, the rounded shape shifted slightly within her palm. Inside the soft pouch, she could feel the hard cores beneath.

“What are you waiting for? Stop hesitating and get to it.”

His cold voice urged her as she froze in place. Startled, Sohee quickly pulled her hand away and, on her knees, moved closer to the thick thighs straining against the fabric of his tailored suit.

Her breath hitched in her throat as she caught sight of the large penis hanging beneath the dark, coarse hair. Closing her eyes tightly, Sohee tilted her head to the side and brought it into her mouth.

“…Mmhh.”

Even with just a small part in, her cheeks bulged uncomfortably as if they might tear. Her mouth was so full that she could only barely move her tongue.

“Ha, huff…”

The cheap, thin flooring beneath Gye Wonho’s polished shoes creaked slightly as he shifted back. The firm shape in her mouth seemed to grow even harder, carrying an intense, heady scent.

“Mm…”

Gye Wonho slowly blinked, exhaling a deep, steady breath. His gaze, heavy with desire, bore down on Sohee, who was pressed against him beneath.

His eyes traced the crimson flush blooming across her pale face and her damp, trembling eyelashes.

“Ha…”

Gye Wonho let out a dry chuckle as he glanced at his flushed, swollen penis.

It was absurd how the clumsy movements, gestures, and even the labored breaths of someone so inexperienced could ignite such intense desire, leaving him utterly aroused.

He couldn’t tear his gaze away from her face, her cheeks flushed as she panted with his form still in her mouth.

He imagined what it might be like to completely cover that enticing face, marked by his scent, with the overflowing evidence of his arousal. With the sheer amount, it might seep into every corner—her eyes, nose, lips, and even her ears.

Heat surged through his abdomen, and his fiercely aroused form throbbed violently.

“Ugh…”

The muscles in his jaw tensed as his gaze lingered on the crown of her head, her hair slightly tousled. The urge to ravage her all night surged within him, stoking his darker desires.

That, he thought, might finally quench this insatiable thirst.

Breathing heavily, Gye Wonho grabbed Sohee’s nape and pulled her back, forcibly detaching her from him. The slick, heated form slipped free from her lips, glistening under the dim light.

Tears shimmered in her unfocused eyes, reflecting the fluorescent glow, and the crack in his stern expression deepened.

“Spit it out, and now… take me in instead.”

Before she could adjust her position, his hand threaded through her hair and pressed her downward. The potent scent emanating from him reached her as she buried her face into him.

The sticky tip pushed forcefully past her lips, parting them roughly.

“Mmnh…”

Even with only the tip between her lips, the tight stretch made her mouth ache, pulling the corners taut.

“Hold it properly,” he ordered, his voice strained.

The pulsing mass twitched aggressively, its veins standing out against his skin. Sohee wrinkled her nose at the overwhelming scent, but strangely, the raw intensity stirred something deep within her.

“You’re so thin—you need to hold onto a man’s strength like this, don’t you?”

 

“Uh, ugh…”

The grip on her hair tightened. Gye Wonho grabbed Sohee’s head and pushed it firmly towards him. She felt suffocated. Pain spread through her lips as something pushed inward, its size seemingly growing endlessly.

“Aren’t you going to open your throat? Stick out your tongue and let it in deeper, Sohee.”

Clear drool trickled down through the parted lips holding the large mass. Tears welled up at the uncomfortable sensation pressing against her throat.

“Uh… ugh.”

The slender neck, straining under the overwhelming size it was trying to manage, became visibly tense. The pale, pristine skin, faintly tinged with a soft blush, trembled slightly. Gye Wonho’s presence grew more imposing as he adjusted his position, his movements deliberate and forceful.

Suppressing a deep sigh, the man grasped her pale, almost ashen face with both hands. Their gazes met briefly—her teary, flushed eyes against his intense, demanding stare—before the pressure increased further.

“Ugh! Ah… ah!”

Her knees buckled slightly as she lost balance, struggling to withstand the relentless pressure. Though her teeth accidentally grazed him, he paid no mind and pressed on. Feeling suffocated, Sohee pushed with all her might against his unyielding thighs, but her efforts seemed to excite him further.

“Hah, is this the best you can do with such skills?”

“Mm, mmm!”

“Were you relying on just your looks for this?”

He pushed firmly, giving no pause, his movements growing more insistent. The tension around him increased, and the atmosphere was filled with an overpowering sense of intensity.

“Hah, yeah. This face… Damn. Even with little effort, they must’ve gone crazy for it.”

Where would it have been? The face? Stomach? Some cheap condom? The thought left him with an unpleasant, bitter feeling. Veins bulged on Gye Wonho’s forehead as his labored breaths filled the air.

Each movement caused the outline of his presence to faintly show through her slender neck, intensifying his focus. Watching the scene, his tension only grew, his body taut with anticipation.

As Sohee gagged and tried to pull away, he held her firmly in place, forcing her into a rhythm dictated by his relentless pace. Her lips, now marked by foamy residue, reflected his quickening movements.

His lack of restraint caused her face to repeatedly brush against him, leaving its delicate surface irritated and marked. The once pristine pale complexion was now colored by his overwhelming presence.

“Ugh… mmm!”

His actions grew rougher, as though intent on pushing her limits, leaving her jaw sore and strained. Tears welled up in Sohee’s eyes as she struggled, gasping for the briefest moments when she could. However, her attempts to resist were quickly met with his overpowering presence.

Her frantic movements caused her loosened clothing to slide further down, restricting her efforts to free herself. Just before Sohee appeared to lose herself entirely, he abruptly pulled back, leaving her gasping for air.

“Hah…”

The tension hung in the air as the atmosphere thickened. She wiped her lips, glancing up through teary eyes at the scene before her.

“Take it off. Now.”

He adjusted himself with a commanding tone, leaning forward as his imposing figure loomed over her. Without waiting for a response, he pushed her down, his intentions clear.

Without giving her time to react, he swiftly pulled down the pants that had been caught around her thighs. His tongue immediately slid between her parted lips, exploring deeply and messily. The slick texture of his tongue, mixed with a salty taste, intertwined with hers as they shared a heated exchange.

Below, the rigid length pressed firmly against the thin fabric of her panties, moving in slow, deliberate motions. Breaking the trail of saliva with his tongue, Gye Wonho shifted his gaze downward. Between the partially torn buttons of her cardigan, her pale, supple skin was exposed, soft and inviting.

“Hah.”

A bitter laugh escaped him. Damn it. How could something so innocent look this enticing?

With a rough motion, he undid the remaining buttons and pulled down her tank top and bra in one swift motion. His breathing grew heavier as he stared at her figure. The tender, rosy peaks of her chest stood out, and the softness of her curves made it difficult for him to look away.

“They’ve probably been touched by all kinds of guys, but… they still look untouched, don’t they?”