Chapter 11.2
“Shut it, dick-faced bastard.”
“Watch it, you pussy-faced brat.”
While we bickered back and forth, Mi-ryeong finished cleaning my cock.
A moment of rest after ejaculating had left it limp, but now it had regained its strength, standing tall once again.
“Alright, all set here,” Jung Se-in said, inspecting it like a teacher grading a project. Then she turned to Mi-ryeong.
“By the way, senior, is today a dangerous day?”
“Huh? Wh-what do you mean…?”
“Are you ovulating?”
Mi-ryeong looked at me with a flustered expression, as if silently begging for help.
But I quickly averted my gaze.
The more troubled she looked, the better things seemed to turn out for me. I’d learned that much from experience. And so, I deliberately ignored her distress.
“Well… not really.”
In the end, she couldn’t bring herself to lie and admitted the truth.
Hearing this, Jung Se-in grinned and turned to me.
“Hey, Jjooji King. You’re in luck today. Senior says you can finish inside her.”
“What?”
Not ovulating = it’s safe to finish inside?
When did that equation become common knowledge?
I’d never heard the term “finish inside” used in real life before, let alone talked about it like this.
“T-that’s not what I meant!”
“Yahoo! Thank you, senior! I’ll do my best to give you the ultimate experience! Mi-ryeong senior, you’re the best!”
Before Mi-ryeong could object, I shouted enthusiastically, like a junior trying to hype up a senior treating them to lunch.
Jung Se-in had gone through all the trouble of setting the stage for me. Messing this up would make me less than a man.
“So, senior, let’s get those clothes off before this thing cools down,” Jung Se-in said, giving my cock a casual squeeze.
Mi-ryeong, now utterly defeated, looked at me again with pleading eyes.
“Hey, you’ve left handprints on her boobs,” I muttered.
“What the fuck? You’re the one who did that!”
Ignoring her protests, I shamelessly reached out and groped Jung Se-in’s chest as well.
“Ugh…”
I knew I shouldn’t be doing this.
Seeing the senior looking so miserable tugged at my conscience.
But at the same time, the thought of finishing inside her made my cock throb even harder.
My head, heart, and dick were each operating on completely different wavelengths.
“I haven’t even let my boyfriend do this yet…” Mi-ryeong mumbled.
“That’s great, senior. You can practice with him and show off to your boyfriend later,” Jung Se-in teased.
“How could you…”
Her expression darkened further.
“Exactly, senior. Forget that playboy boyfriend of yours.”
“Ugh…”
“Just pretend I’m your boyfriend instead.”
“Ugh!”
But after glancing at my face, Mi-ryeong’s expression twisted even more.
She probably wasn’t even aware of how obvious her reaction was.
Damn it. See, this is why I shouldn’t have felt bad for her.
“Come on, senior, take it off already. How long do you expect me to wait like this?”
“S-sorry, I’m taking it off now…”
Jung Se-in kept fiddling with my cock as she grumbled, and Mi-ryeong reluctantly began to undress.
“Nice.”
Watching a woman strip in front of me.
And not just one—this was the second one today. Was this even real life?
Mi-ryeong’s body had notable curves overall.
Unlike Jung Se-in’s flawless, model-like proportions, Mi-ryeong had a more voluptuous figure.
She wasn’t exactly chubby, but she had a softness to her frame that made her feel… touchable.
A body that invited hands.
“Y-you’re staring too much…”
“So what? We’re about to do much more than just staring anyway.”
I wiggled my hips for emphasis, making my cock and balls swing in the air.
“Cut that out, you idiot!” Jung Se-in snapped, kicking me in the ass.
“Why? Are you embarrassed or something?”
“Unlike you, I still have a sense of shame. If I were you, I’d cover my face and never leave the house.”
“Don’t bring up my face. It’s already a sensitive topic.”
“Why do you even care? You’ve got something better than a face anyway,” she smirked, grabbing my cock.
Oof.
She leaned in, draping an arm around my shoulder, and whispered into my ear.
“Use this to ruin Mi-ryeong senior. Make her yours so completely she can never go back to her boyfriend. Think you can manage that, Jjooji King?”
Blood rushed to my cock, making it throb even harder.