And I was being swept away in the relentless continuation of that reality.
"Hng, haaah…♥"
Park Eun-ji's seductive moan.
I had no choice but to doubt my own ears, but the damp sensation against my face made me realize this was real.
"Haa, hah… hng…"
"Ah, fuck… Your breathing's so rough…"
Park Eun-ji's thighs pressing against my face were firm.
Maybe even firmer than mine.
And yet, the uniquely soft, pliant texture of a woman's skin sent shivers down my spine.
It was an overwhelming pleasure, incomparable to anything I'd ever felt before—even the wrestling moves I'd been subjected to in the past.
"…Your face looks so fucked up. Hahh… You like it that much?"
Especially the sensation of her panties.
Supposedly soft cotton… but now, soaked.
Drenched in what was probably her arousal, the panties gave off an intoxicating scent that seeped into my nose, making me feel drunk.
Lightheaded.
My mind went blank.
It was like floating in the air, walking on clouds.
"Hng, you… fuck, did you just… move your tongue?"
It was curiosity.
I was too desperate to know what she tasted like.
And Park Eun-ji, sharp as ever, glared down at me.
Her eyes, usually sharp, were now even more piercing as they bore into me.
Swish— swish—
For a moment, I thought she'd hurl some filthy insult at me.
Or maybe slap me across the face right then and there.
"Fucking pathetic. Idiot."
For some reason, Park Eun-ji stroked my head.
A somewhat familiar touch.
Whenever she was in a good mood or satisfied with something I did, she'd pat my head like this.
Taming me.
A habit she had when she wanted to mess with me under her control.
And now was no different—she was clearly trying to dominate me, lying beneath her panties, to do as she pleased.
"…I told you to do as I say, right? Huh?"
"...."
"Not answering?"
"Y-yeah. I-I did."
"Hahh, that tickles…♥"
Every time I spoke, Park Eun-ji's body trembled.
Then she furrowed her brows.
Her expression twisted into something satisfied, her lips curling slightly.
"Hey, Kim Do-hyun."
"…Yeah."
"Hah, you… fuck, are you doing this on purpose? Huh?"
"…N-no, it's not like—"
"Kyahh?!"
My tongue slipped between my lips.
Park Eun-ji shuddered violently, twisting her body.
"…You okay?"
"Hah, hng… haaah…."
Her moans grew rougher.
Then, something hot and wet pulsed beneath her panties, spilling out.
"Hah, hahh… you fucking bastard…♥"
Her voice was weak, trembling.
The primal expression on Park Eun-ji's face was enough to make my lower body react uncontrollably.
"I, hahh…! Told you… to stay still… you fuck…."
Park Eun-ji grabbed my hair, pulling hard.
Her eyes accused me, but her lips, parted and quivering, betrayed her.
The corners of her mouth twitched, oozing satisfaction.
"I told you… but you, fuck, hng, hahh… why don't you just listen… huh?"
Her tone demanded an answer.
But the way she shook my head while holding me in place made it clear she was just chasing her own pleasure.
"…Sorry."
"Hah… stupid bastard. Sorry? Is that… hng… all you've got, huh?"
My lips pressed firmly against her panties.
No—Park Eun-ji forced them to.
And through the fabric, the dizzying sensation of her heat and scent overwhelmed me.
Electric currents ran down my spine.
I felt like my vision was blurring.
Because right in front of me, Park Eun-ji was making an obscene face.
Then, flashing her white teeth, she smiled brightly.
Crunch—
"Hng, hhahh…."
Park Eun-ji's grip on my hair tightened.
The tugging made my scalp tingle.
"…You had a fucking weird look on your face just now."
"M-me…?"
"Yeah. Like you were getting off on this. Hah, lying under me… making such a fucking perverted face."
A grin spread across Park Eun-ji's face.
If she looked happy—and if that wasn't just my delusion—then she was one hell of an actress.
"Hhhah, haaa…."
"Hah, hng… your breathing's so fucking annoying. You… fuck… doing this on purpose?"
If "on purpose" meant me deliberately licking her through her panties to tease her… then yeah, she was right.
"…No?"
"You—fuck—acting all smug again."
Could she really read my face that well? Park Eun-ji kept picking at my expressions.
And her face was full of disdain, like she found me ridiculous.
The way she looked down at me was as fierce as a wildcat.
"Huu… whatever. Enough of this."
A deep sigh.
Like she was giving up on something, she exhaled sharply.
With that sigh, Park Eun-ji tightened her thighs around me again.
"…You like it?"
"...."
This time, her question was blunt.
"I said, do you fucking like it?"
"…Y-yeah."
Under her relentless pressure, I answered honestly.
Not like I had any other choice.
"Huu…"
Park Eun-ji wore a faint smile.
One that was ambiguous, hard to read.
"Hng…"
The pussy against my lips throbbed.
I could feel it clearly through her panties.
"…Close your eyes."
"Huh?"
"You deaf? I said close your fucking eyes."
An order.
I immediately obeyed.
"…Lately, you've been so fucking slow, making me repeat everything…"
"Ah…"
Warm, soft, wet, sticky, thick—her pussy.
The panties covering my face slowly pulled away.
"…Open your eyes, and you're dead."
"Y-yeah."
This felt like some cheap, third-rate porn plot.
My mouth hung open at the cliché unfolding before me.
Swish— swish—
Then, the sound of something sliding.
Even with my eyes closed, the atmosphere and situation left no room for doubt—I was 100% sure of what was happening.
Snap—
A light, elastic sound.
Followed by a soft thud as something hit the floor.
"Haaa…"
A deeper sigh this time.
So heavy it felt like the ground might cave in, so hot it made my face burn.
I thought it was just my imagination—but I quickly realized it wasn't.
"Nn, nnh…."
"Haaah…♥"
A sensation I'd never felt before.
Even softer than the panties from before—no, dozens of times softer.
"Kim Do-hyun, you fucking bastard… I swear, if you open your eyes… hng… I'll kill you… got it…?"
This wasn't the fake moaning from porn.
This was something entirely different—raw, unfiltered sounds spilling from Park Eun-ji's lips.
"Hah, fuck… what is this, ah, nnh… haah, hah, hhahh…."
She whimpered like she was in pain, but her hips rocked back and forth, grinding against my face.
"Hey, you bastard! Like… hng… just like before… do it…!"
Park Eun-ji's moans grew rougher.
I was still dazed, completely bewildered.
"Do it! Like… hng! What you did earlier! Just like that!!"
A demand.
She wanted me to do something.
At first, I didn't get it.
But in this obscene situation, only an idiot wouldn't understand.
"Kyah— kyahhaaaahh♥!"
I flicked my tongue.
The soft flesh under my tongue made my dick twitch on its own.
"More, more, mooore!!"
Park Eun-ji's screams—no, shrieks—filled the room.
A female lost in pleasure, her body moving on instinct.
"Hng! Slurp! Hahh!"
What the hell was happening? I was dying to know what my eyes were missing.
"Ah, yes, fuck… with this fucking loser, ah, ahhh!"
Park Eun-ji's hips moved faster, finding a rhythm.
This still felt like a dream—or a pathetic fantasy.
Squelch— squelch— squelch— squelch—
Her skin was impossibly smooth.
Slippery, like it had been oiled.
And that oil carried an overwhelmingly lewd scent.
Park Eun-ji, riding my face like a piston.
The sensation against my lips felt unreal.
"Hah, yes… more, more!"
I stuck my tongue out further.
The tip parted her folds, delving inside as if searching deeper.
"Ah, fuck! Fucking bastard ahh♥!"
Park Eun-ji's voice broke into a tantrum-like cry.
Directed entirely at me.
Lick, lick— My tongue lapped at her pussy.
"Hng, hhahh?!"
Something brushed against my tongue.
Park Eun-ji's reaction was immediate—she gripped my hair, thighs trembling violently.
"Wha— hah, hhahh… I can't… hah, fuck… fuuuck…."
A gush of her juices spilled out.
It slowly coated my mouth.
"Hah… hhah, hng…!"
Right after her climax.
Her body shook uncontrollably, unable to hold itself up.
Then, with a thud— she collapsed to the side.
"Ah, ahh… hng, hhahh, hhahh…."
Cautiously, I peeked open my eyes.
And there it was—a sight I'd never seen before.
Right in front of me, Park Eun-ji's glistening pussy pulsed.