In the end, I came twice in Park Eun-ji's room.
If I had my way, I would've shot one deep inside her womb and another all over that face of hers—now even paler than her usual skin.
But, of course, that was just my wishful thinking.
In reality, I finished on the floor and, after coaxing her despite her protests, managed to get the last bit onto her palm.
"Hah, haaah…"
It was relatively quick.
Almost comparable to the time it takes to jerk off alone.
And I didn't bother holding back this time.
Last time, I held back with everything I had, thinking I might never get another chance like this.
But not this time.
No, not anymore.
I was too busy fully enjoying Park Eun-ji's handjob—her expressions, her gestures, everything.
"...This feels gross."
There was no need for that now.
Park Eun-ji was just staring at the cum all over her hand.
Staring blankly.
Only muttering under her breath like a complaint.
And next time, and the time after that, and even after that, Park Eun-ji wouldn't be able to say a damn thing to me.
This was already a given.
It had become far too natural.
"Want me to return the favor?"
"…Don't fuck around… just, just pull your damn pants up already."
She sounded like she secretly wanted it, but her reaction was lukewarm.
No, she was probably just pretending.
And contrary to that reaction, the blush creeping up her face.
Park Eun-ji's face looked like it was slowly heating up, growing hotter.
Even now, her legs were trembling.
Her body squirming, unable to stay still—clearly burning up.
"You don't have to refuse."
"…My sister's outside, you fucking idiot… And I-I did what you told me to… You got what you wanted, so just… just don't push it."
A surprisingly rational response.
And not entirely wrong, either.
But it was hard to believe those words came from Park Eun-ji.
She was always the type to throw fists before words.
Even now, her hand—still dripping with cum—was clenched into a fist, her shoulders shaking.
"You sure you're okay?"
"…D-Don't… don't fucking come… I said don't…"
I already knew how this would end.
Park Eun-ji was stepping back again.
And, of course, her back hit the wall with a soft thud.
"I'll make it quick. So, it's fine."
"N-No… don't, d-don't… ngh, hng…"
Her mouth rejected me.
Well, more accurately, only her mouth did.
So I let my hand slide down to her waist, undisturbed.
Park Eun-ji squeezed her eyes shut, holding her breath with a sharp hup!
"Ngh…!"
She seemed to be trying to stifle her moans, but there was no stopping what slipped past her lips.
And there was no stopping my hand from slipping into her pants, either.
Swish— Swoosh—
"Hah, y-you fucking bastard…"
Park Eun-ji's gaze darted toward her bedroom door.
Her pupils flickered anxiously, as if terrified of something.
"Ah…"
That's what I thought at first.
That she was worried Park A-young might suddenly barge in.
Creak— Creak—
"Ngh, hng! Hah, haah…!"
Her pussy was smooth, completely hairless.
Or, more accurately, soaked and slippery—that fit better.
"Did you like the handjob that much?"
"W-What the hell are you… you fucking… ah, just… just finish already!"
"Does this feel good?"
"…Don't ask shit like that, asshole…"
Like wildfire, the blush on Park Eun-ji's face spread rapidly.
Her face turned as red as a ripe tomato.
"You're soaked."
"…I-It's not because of you, you bastard… don't get any fucking ideas…"
This was practically an admission—she was wet because of me.
So it was almost pitiful watching her strain to keep up her tough act.
The urge to satisfy her like this grew stronger.
Creak creak creak—!
"Ngh, haah! Hah, haaah!"
The soft folds around my fingers made lewd sounds.
Park Eun-ji couldn't keep still from the sensation.
She clenched her thighs, trying to endure my fingering, but soon enough, her slick juices soaked through her pajama pants.
"I-I'm done! I'm done now, hah…!"
Her legs seemed to give out.
I quickly caught her before she collapsed.
Her soft skin pressed against me.
Her plump boobs bumped against my shoulder with a thud.
"Kyahn…!"
A cute moan escaped her.
Whether she realized it or not, she just panted against my shoulder, half-leaning on me.
"S-Stop… my sister's… she's going to come in…"
A smile spread across my face.
Her lips twitched helplessly, and the trembling of her pussy against my fingers sent shivers through me.
Her mouth said no, but her body was honest—and that made my heart race.
"What's the big deal if your sister's here?"
Even I knew that was a bit much.
But Park Eun-ji was being dragged along by me anyway.
Squelch—
"Hah, haaah…!"
It was hot.
The way her walls clenched around my fingers sent chills down my spine.
"…You like it this much, huh?"
"Ngh, haah…!"
The sticky folds between her legs stretched.
I forced my finger deeper into that tight space.
"Want me to just ram it in? Do you want to get your hole wrecked?"
"Ngh, no! I said stop, you bastard!"
The tightly clenched entrance refused to let my finger in easily.
But that was only because I was holding back.
If I wanted to, I could force my way in and tear her open right now.
"…It's not like this body hasn't been used before. What's the big deal if I add one more finger?"
"N-No… I said no, damn it… ngh, hng!"
I wasn't sure what she was saying no to.
Or what she meant by can't.
But her pussy kept gushing around my finger, dripping endlessly.
"This part seems desperate for it, though?"
"I-It's not… I'm serious… I'm done… pull out, okay? Just pull out!"
Park Eun-ji's mood swings were dramatic.
Like a bipolar patient, she kept flipping back and forth.
But one thing stayed consistent—
No matter what, she never pushed me away.
Instead, she leaned against me, still feeling every movement of my fingers.
Squelch—
"Ah! Don't… don't put it in! It's my first time, damn it!"
My hand stopped.
Her walls clenched tight around my finger, trying to push it out.
"…First time?"
It kind of made sense.
Her clumsy movements, her awkward gestures—
Even the way she seemed secretly curious about a man's body.
But kind of and actually were two different things.
One was just speculation.
The other was confirmed fact.
"…Y-Yeah… hah, fuck… so don't… don't just shove shit in there…"
There were multiple ways to interpret that.
If I took it the way I wanted—
First time meant she didn't want my fingers.
She wanted my dick instead.
"…Then what should I put in?"
"W-What?!"
Her eyes widened like saucers.
She clearly hadn't thought that far.
No—actually, her gaze flickered downward for a second.
"…Gulp."
A loud swallow, thunderous in the quiet room.
"Hic!"
She startled herself with the sound, hiccuping.
Squelch—
And then her pussy clenched even tighter.
Finally pushing my finger all the way out.
"...M-Move!"
Park Eun-ji raised her voice unnecessarily.
Before, that kind of attitude would've just been scary.
But now, it looked like she was just puffing herself up to survive against a predator.
"Ah… what the hell."
Park Eun-ji shoved at me.
And her hands were still covered in my cum.
Now, that cum was smeared all over my clothes.
"…I fucking told you not to… goddamn it… how many times do I have to say it…"
Park Eun-ji hurriedly pulled up her pants.
Even though my cum splattered all over, she didn't seem to care.
But I couldn't help feeling annoyed.
Cum—even my own—was just fucking disgusting.
"…What?! Why the hell are you looking at me like that?!"
"You don't see the mess?"
I pointed at the sticky mess on my chest.
"…You're the one who forced it! I kept telling you to stop!"
What was she so proud of?
Whatever. It didn't matter.
She made the mess, so she could clean it up.
"Wipe it off."
"…Haah. The fuck's with that tone?"
"I said wipe it."
"Ugh…"
Park Eun-ji scowled deeply.
Her eyes kept darting around like she was searching for something.
"What, not going to do it?"
"…Fucking bossy. Who the hell do you think you are…"
She stomped loudly toward her dresser.
Grabbed a few wet wipes and furiously cleaned her hands.
Thud—
The used wipes hit the trash can.
She grabbed more and marched back.
Thud thud thud—
Angry footsteps.
Then she reached out to wipe the cum off my clothes.
But I grabbed her wrist.
"…Now what? You told me to clean it, you bastard."
She looked like she'd bitten into something rotten.
I snatched the wipes from her hand.
"Lick it."
"…What the hell are you doing?"
"Ah, my bad. I meant—lick it."
"...What?"
She tilted her head, doubting her own ears.
"Lick it, you fucking slut."
Her brows furrowed.
If looks could kill, lasers would've shot from her eyes.
"...."
She seemed lost in thought.
Like she was seriously considering it.
And her deliberation didn't last long.