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She tried to adjust her position.

Just then, he brought his lips close to hers, tilting his head slightly.

“Mm! W-what are you doing?”

When she pulled her head back in surprise, he looked at her with a disappointed expression.

“What? Just going for it without any foreplay?”

He sounded like he was being denied something he deserved.

“What else am I supposed to do?”

“Hmp.“

Seong-chan groaned in displeasure.

“Fine, go ahead and try.”

But after a moment he readily agreed.

There was a mixture of anticipation and excitement in his eyes. She could see his half-erect penis in his boxers, peeking out of his unzipped pants.

‘He said he couldn’t do it again so soon…’

Su-jeong blushed as she saw it twitching on its own even before she touched it.

Foreplay, my ass.

She managed to pull his boxers down, avoiding the semen covered tip, but couldn’t bring herself to touch the already wet glans and the thick shaft underneath. As Su-jeong hesitated, Seong-chan, who had been watching patiently, grabbed her hand.

“You’re taking your time.”

He put her hand on his penis. Su-jeong’s shoulders jerked. As expected, it was too big to fit in her hand.

Her curled middle finger and thumb couldn’t even come close to encircling it.

It wasn’t the first time she’d touched a man’s penis, but it felt like it, considering its size.

“Now gently wrap your hand around it and slowly stroke up and down.”

The strange feeling of touching an unknown alien life form, mixed with disgust, was short-lived. Su-jeong clumsily followed his instructions.

“Yes, like that. Right. Mmm, mmm.“

‘It’s hot…’

She had been so focused on his size that she only now registered the texture and temperature against her palms. His penis was as hot as it looked. It felt like touching a red-hot iron rod.

It was that hot, and that hard.

With a few strokes, his penis hardened. Startled, Su-jeong loosened her grip. Seong-chan’s hand covered hers.

“Hold on tighter.”

“Ah, w-wait!”

He wrapped his hand around hers and started masturbating himself, using her hand.

“Faster, rub faster.”

Pre-cum oozed from the tip and flowed down the shaft, acting as a lubricant. The up and down motion became smoother and the pace gradually increased.

“Hmm, that’s good.”

Tight, soft, like being inside…

Seong-chan’s satisfied moans and sexually charged gasps filled the air. Su-jeong squirmed at the sound of his hoarse voice in her ear.

“Ah, don’t breathe… on me.”

She pushed him away, telling him not to breathe on her neck. But Seong-chan wrapped his arms tightly around her waist.

His upper body pressed against her back and his sharp nose nuzzled her neck.

His hot breath and the warm, moist tip of his nose brushed the sensitive skin of her neck. The previously faint sensation intensified.

“Ah…!“

It was pure torture.

Su-jeong shuddered. Seong-chan, misinterpreting her reaction, tried to kiss her again.

“Ah, really!”

But Su-jeong quickly pulled her head back.

Quickly giving up, he lowered his head and pressed his lips to the spot on her neck where he had been breathing.

Su-jeong shivered again.

Whether it was a natural talent for physical intimacy or his vast experience, he seemed to know exactly how to get a reaction from women.

“Don’t, just don’t…!”

She tried to push him away with her elbow, but he didn’t move.

Chup, chup, chup.

He peppered her neck with butterfly kisses.

‘How long do I have to do this?’

And why isn’t he cumming? Shouldn’t he have cum by now?

As she had noticed before, he had incredible stamina.

Su-jeong’s limited experience – though admittedly not much – was of no help.

At first she had just wanted to get it over with quickly, but the feeling was becoming strangely arousing.

A burning sensation spread from her lower abdomen… something felt strange. Very strange.

Su-jeong crossed her legs and pressed her thighs together.

“Why? Are you turned on?”

Seong-chan asked suddenly. 

He must have noticed her crossing her legs, even in his aroused state, because his hand went between her thighs.

“Do you want me to touch you?”

“W-what…!”

He covered her mound with his palm and pressed down. A tingling sensation shot through her. Su-jeong gasped and pushed his hand away.

“Wh-what are you doing…! Stop, stop…!”

“Why? You touched mine, so I’ll just touch yours.”

But Su-jeong couldn’t push his hand away.

Seong-chan pressed his palm against her core and rubbed, the stimulation intense even through her clothes.

“Let me go…!”

She felt a sense of panic, realizing that things could escalate.

Alarms blared in her head.

Su-jeong struggled to escape his embrace, but Seong-chan held her tightly. He continued to rub against her, pressing harder.

“Ah, ooh…!“

Su-jeong couldn’t help but moan.

It wasn’t the time or place for such a sound, but her body reacted against her will.

This moan was different from the one she had made when his breath hit her neck. It was a breathy, embarrassing sound.

Su-jeong quickly closed her mouth in shame, but it was too late. His hand, which had been relentlessly rubbing against her, suddenly stopped.

“Ha, fuck.”

Seong-chan cursed under his breath. He grabbed her hand and put it back on his penis and started to pump it up and down.

“Wait, wait!”

The speed increased drastically. Su-jeong shouted urgently, “The cup! The cup!”

Sensing his impending climax, Su-jeong tried to pull her hand away, but Seong-chan held on tightly.

This is bad, I have to get the cup.

I can’t miss it this time.

Her heart was pounding as she twisted and turned. But the more she struggled, the tighter the man’s chest pressed against her from behind, squeezing her in.

Her palm burned from the rapid up and down motion.

Flap!

His big hand wrapped around hers, slamming it against the base of his firm abs.

The forceful, rhythmic motion stopped with a final, resounding sound.

“Ugh.“

His penis, still held upright by her hand, twitched in the air.

A thick, white stream of semen erupted, arcing through the air before dripping down his shaft. Her hand felt warm.

The man’s ejaculation was longer and more intense than the first.

Su-jeong, who had witnessed it all, felt a wave of despair.

‘Damn it…’

She had missed it again.

***

It took Su-jeong a while to leave the room.

Only after witnessing Seong-chan’s climax three times.

The anxiety of having to hold a sterile cup to his penis at just the right moment, terrified of missing it again…

And to make matters worse, when they left the room, they ran into the nurses who had been waiting anxiously outside. They had been waiting for them, wondering what was taking so long.

And when they saw the above-average amount of semen in the sterile cup, the nurses’ expressions became… indescribable.

…That mortifying experience would probably be etched in her memory and haunt her for the rest of her life.

Su-jeong practically fled the clinic, dragging Seong-chan with her to the underground parking lot.

Walking briskly, she stopped in front of her car and turned to face the man following her.

Slap!

A sharp sound broke the silence of the parking lot. Su-jeong had slapped Seong-chan’s face.

“……Ouch, that hurts.”

Seong-chan turned his head back and rubbed his cheek.

He seemed surprisingly calm considering the loud slap. He must have expected her to retaliate after what happened at the clinic.

Su-jeong was the one who was surprised by his reaction. She had put all her strength into the slap and his cheek quickly turned red, but his expression remained impassive.

Su-jeong, who had been looking at Seong-chan with confused eyes, looked away.

“……Get in the car.”

Su-jeong got into the car first and Seong-chan followed.