The red-haired woman's hand trembled slightly, her fingers wrapping around the bulge straining against his pants.
The heat radiating from him made her pulse quicken, a scorching wave that seeped into her skin, and she stroked him through the fabric, feeling the thick shaft twitch under her touch.
"Oh, right," she mumbled. "I'm Kang Ha-rin, heir to the greatest exorcist lineage. And from this moment, I'm your soul companion—bound to you from eternity."
"This wasn't part of the deal, was it?" A soft sound escaped his lips. "Whatever, can you release me from the restraints now?"
She paused, her hand still moving in slow, deliberate strokes that sent shivers of electric need racing through her veins. "Will you run if I do?"
He raised a brow, then shook his head. "No. I don't even think you will let me. Besides, if you really know that much about me—like you claim—then you'd know I don't run from anything that's burdensome."
Ha-rin pouted dramatically. "So I'm a burden now?"
With a single thought, she dissolved the magical bindings that held him in place.
Mi-jun's body relaxed, but the tension between them only thickened. Ha-rin's fingers moved to his zipper, pulling it down with a sharp rasp that echoed in the quiet room, the sound alone making her core clench with anticipation.
She freed his cock from the confines, and it sprang out, already rock-hard and throbbing in her grip.
"Oh my god!~"
The length was impressive—veins pulsing along the shaft, the head flushed and glistening with a bead of pre-cum that caught the light.
She stroked him firmly, base to tip, her palm slicking over the hot, silken skin, and a rush of wetness flooded her pussy at the sheer size of him, her inner walls fluttering with a desperate, aching hunger.
No matter how much she stretched her fingers, one hand couldn't wrap around the massive thing fully, and the thought of such a thing entering her made her thighs tremble with a mix of fear and intoxicating thrill.
Ha-rin sank to her knees before him, her breath coming in shallow bursts that misted against his skin, her senses overwhelmed by his musky, intoxicating scent.
She tugged his trousers and boxers down in one swift motion, letting them pool at his ankles. Staring at the massive cock in front of her nose, she swallowed hard, her breathing turning ragged, each inhale drawing in the heady aroma of his arousal that made her head spin.
"It's even bigger up close."
Her mom had told her it was going to be big, but this was far thicker than she'd anticipated, curving slightly upward with an intimidating girth that made her mouth water, her tongue aching to taste it.
"You should be careful with that. And don't… bite it."
Ha-rin chuckled. "You're ridiculous."
He didn't smile. "I'm not joking. Don't do anything that'll make this new job harder than it already is."
"Fine, fine," she said calmly, but inside, her mind raced with steamier thoughts.
'God, it's huge. It'll tear me apart before his special trait even activates. Can I even take all of it?'
Contrary to her thoughts, she leaned in, her tongue flicking out to trace the underside of his shaft, savoring the salty tang of his skin.
Starting at the base, she licked upward in long, wet strokes that left glistening trails of her devotion, her hands gripping his thighs for balance.
His cock jerked against her tongue, and she wrapped her lips around the head, sucking gently at first, then harder, hollowing her cheeks as she took more of him into her mouth.
She bobbed her head, slurping noisily, her saliva coating his length as she worked him deeper. One of her hands pumped the base she couldn't yet reach, twisting with each stroke to heighten the friction, while her other fondled his balls, rolling them in her palm.
He threaded his fingers through her hair, not pushing but guiding, his breaths turning ragged, each exhale a low rumble that vibrated through her. "Mhmm..."
Ha-rin's lips hummed around him, the vibration making him buck his hips, a surge of power that made her moan in response.
She sucked harder, tongue swirling over the sensitive ridge, teasing the slit at the tip to coax out more of his essence before plunging down again, gagging slightly as the head hit the back of her throat, the slight choke sending sparks of illicit pleasure straight to her dripping core.
She didn't stop—pushing further, relaxing her jaw to take as much as she could, her lips stretched wide around his girth.
Slurp. Slurp.
The room filled with the wet sounds of her mouth on him, her own arousal dripping down her thighs in warm, sticky trails that cooled against her fevered skin.
His grip on her hair tightened, and with a moan, he came—hot spurts of cum flooding her mouth, thick and salty.
She swallowed greedily, milking every drop with her sucking, until he shuddered and pulled back.
Ha-rin panted, wiping her lips with the back of her hand, her chest rising and falling as she looked up at him with glazed eyes. "God, that was… a lot."
Mi-jun hesitated, then wordlessly lifted her, almost awkwardly careful, as if afraid she might break. His arms were warm—steady—but his heartbeat betrayed him, too fast, too loud.
"This is so embarrassing," she murmured, hiding her face against his shoulder.
He glanced down, expression unreadable. "Then stop talking," he said softly.
Ha-rin moved a little closer to him, her body pressed to his; she could feel his still-hard cock against her hip.
"Since you are a virgin," she whispered breathlessly, her voice husky with desire, "I'll teach you a lot about the woman's body. Things that'll make them crave you even when they have husbands to return to."
Mi-jun pushed open the bedroom door and dropped her onto the soft bed, the mattress dipping under her weight.
Ha-rin rose to her knees, her movements slow and seductive, every sway of her hips a deliberate invitation.
She peeled off her top first, revealing full breasts that bounced free, nipples already pebbled and aching. Her skirt followed, shimmying down her hips to expose her soaked panties, the fabric clinging to her swollen pussy lips like a second skin.
She hooked her thumbs in and slid them off, spreading her legs slightly to give him a view of her glistening folds.
Naked now, she reached for his cock, still hard and swelling further under her touch, the renewed pulse of it making her breath hitch. "Come here," she urged, guiding him closer. "You can enter me slowly."
Mi-jun's gaze darkened. "No."
Before she could ask why, he caught her wrists and pressed her gently back against the bed. Not rough, not angry—just firm, unyielding. Then, after a heartbeat, he released her.
"I don't like being told what to do," he said quietly. "It reminds me of things I'd rather forget."
He crawled over her, his mouth descending on her breast, capturing a nipple between his lips and sucking hard, the pull sending jolts of pleasure straight to her aching center.
She arched, her back bowing off the bed. His tongue flicked the bud relentlessly, teeth grazing just enough to sting with sweet pain, while his hand kneaded the other mound, pinching and rolling the nipple until it throbbed.
Lower still, he trailed kisses down her stomach, his breath hot against her skin, each press of his lips leaving a trail of goosebumps.
He spread her thighs wide, exposing her dripping pussy, the cool air kissing her wetness, and dove in without hesitation.
His tongue lapped at her folds, flat and broad, tasting her arousal from clit to entrance with languid, savoring strokes that made her hips roll involuntarily.
"Heut… Ahh…"
Ha-rin moaned, hips bucking as he sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking it rapidly with the tip of his tongue.
Two of his fingers slid inside her, curling to hit that sensitive spot with unerring precision, pumping in and out with wet, squelching sounds. He added a third finger, stretching her with a burn that bordered on ecstasy, his mouth never stopping—sucking, licking, nibbling until her walls clenched around him.
"Haah…" her fingers ran through his hair balling into a fist. "Oh, God... yes, right… Hngh… there," she cried, her knuckles white as the world narrowed to the blaze between her legs.
The pleasure built rapidly, his fingers thrusting faster, tongue relentless on her clit.
He switched to her other nipple, sucking it deep while his hand worked her pussy, the dual assault overwhelming, sensations crashing together in a haze of bliss that blurred her vision.
Waves of ecstasy crashed over her, and she came hard—body convulsing, juices squirting onto his palm as she screamed, thighs quaking around his head, her release a gushing flood that left her trembling and spent.
Still twitching from the aftershocks, Ha-rin blinked up at him in a daze. 'How?' she struggled to think. 'He's a virgin, so how can he pleasure me like this?'
A satisfied smile curved up Mi-jun's lips as he rose above her, his cock throbbing insistently, the tip nudging her entrance.
He slid it up and down her slick slit, coating himself in her cum, teasing her oversensitive clit until she whimpered, the slick glide reigniting nerves that made her sob with overstimulation.
"Please," she breathed, voice trembling.
Mi-jun pressed forward, just the tip, stretching her entrance with slow, deliberate pressure that made her body tense around him.
'Is this… what sex feels like?' he thought, biting down on a quiet groan. 'It feels… really good.'
The warmth of her body, the tremor in her breath, even the touch of her hand on his — it all felt distant and close at once.
When was the last time he'd felt someone's warmth?
He pushed that thought aside and leaned closer. "I'm going in… okay?"
Ha-rin nodded, still trembling. "Please… be gentle."
He tried to smile, unsure if it showed. Then, with careful, unsteady thrusts, he sank deeper, until there was nowhere left to go.
"Hnngh… haaa… eut… so good…"
She cupped his cheeks, smiling through her heavy breathing. "You can move now," she whispered. "I'll be okay."