episode_0058

“Take it out. Like a lock.”

Seopwoo quickly took out some lubricant and a plastic lock and brought them over.

Dayoung grinned as she watched the very angry penis shaking.

She took the lock in one hand and tapped Seopwoo’s glans with her palm and said.

“Kill him quickly. If you don’t want to get hit.”

“Yes, yes…!”

Seopwoo closed his eyes tightly and thought hard about other things.

I sang the national anthem in my head and thought about exam questions.

But it was no use.

As the ring around the back of my testicles put pressure on me, my nerves had no choice but to naturally go to my groin.

The sight of Dayoung opening the lubricant and applying it inside the cage further disrupted Seopwoo’s concentration.

This time, he recalled the individual combat training he received in the military.

It seemed to have some effect.

Seopwoo desperately tried to concentrate.

So much so that I even forgot whether my penis was shrinking or not.

At that moment, Dayoung put the cage on the glans and pushed it down.

“Ugh! Ugh…!”

The will of the penis to become hard again was crushed helplessly by the strength of Dayoung’s hand in an instant.

The sadistic appearance of her pushing the cage without mercy scared Seopwoo to the point where a chill ran down his spine.

Still, my heart was pounding with excitement.

“Uuuu……”

Cage, who was advancing little by little while pressing down on the glans, finally reached the end and reached the ring.

Dayoung put the cage and ring together and fastened the plastic lock.

This situation of Da-young re-attaching the chastity belt that had been worn by Yu-jin felt indescribably erotic and erotic to Seop-woo.

Dayoung saw his cheeks turn red and smiled brightly.

“Let’s go out. Get dressed.”

Dayoung said, tapping his leg.

The two people left the hotel and took a taxi.

Dayoung pointed the direction to the taxi driver with her hand as if she had decided on a destination.

The two people got off the taxi after traveling about 2 kilometers and went into a cocktail bar.

Customers in their 20s occupied about half of the tables in the store.

Among them, half were couples.

Dayoung took Seopwoo to a corner seat inside and sat him down.

It was a four-person seat that felt like it was separated from the rest of the space by a waist-high wall surrounding it like a booth.

She unfolded the menu and held it out.

“What would you like to drink?”

Seopwoo rarely went to bars in the first place.

When I was in first grade, all I tried for a few months was seafood and green onion pancakes, fried egg soup, and soju beer.

It was my first time coming to a place like this and I had no idea what the drinks tasted like.

Dayoung asked after seeing his expression.

“Shall I order it on my own?”

“Uh, yes, yes.”

She turned the menu around and held it in front of her.

“Is it okay to have alcohol in it?”

“Yes? Uh, yes.”

“Snacks? Are you very hungry?”

“Uh, uh… Ah, no.”

After a while, a waiter came over holding an order board.

Dayoung ordered a martini, pina colada, two beef burgers, nacho chips, and a foie gras cracker set.

As the waiter wrote down the order and returned, Da-young stared at Seop-woo.

He averted his gaze and turned his eyes to the side.

Dayoung secretly smiled.

As if he had his own ulterior motive.

The couples inside the store caught my eye.

No matter which table you looked at, there were only women who were much younger than Dayoung, but most of the couples were enjoying a sweet date.

A word or two of the conversation reached Seopwoo’s ears.

[What do you want to do on your birthday?]

[You said that yesterday.]

[We should buy him a watch.]

[I started exercising on my own and gradually…]

“Stop looking at me.”

Dayoung kicked his shin.

Seopwoo suddenly came to his senses and turned his eyes to her.

Dayoung leaned forward and clenched her chin.

When Seopwoo stayed still, she signaled with her finger for him to come closer.

He leaned closer.

“Are you going to keep calling me Dayoung?”

“Yes, yes?”

Dayoung narrowed her eyes and nodded to her left.

“Come this way.”

Seopwoo hesitated and moved his seat.

Dayoung said, stroking the inside of his right thigh.

“All other couples call each other that.”

Seopwoo opened his eyes wide and trembled.

“Big, couple…?”

“Then?”

She squeezed her inner thighs.

“Ah, ugh……!”

“You hugged and kissed me in front of the elevator yesterday, right? While everyone else is watching.”

“Well, that’s……”

“What did you do at the hotel?”

“……”

“If I say that and say we’re not a couple, then what happens to me?”

“…sin…sorry…”

“No. Don’t say things like that. What should I call you?”

“……”

His head gradually lowered.

The fact that I was having this conversation with Dayoung without Eugene was unspeakably unsettling.

And it was stimulating.

Dayoung turned her body 90 degrees and stretched out her upper body towards Seopwoo.

Her breasts gently pressed against Seopwoo’s arm.

“Baby?”

“Yes yes yes, yes?”

He raised his head as if struck by lightning.

Dayoung’s face was right in front of her.

“Come here.”

He turned towards Dayoung with a stiff movement, as if being dragged by a leash, and narrowed the distance.

Dayoung kissed her softly for a few seconds.

She said with their lips touching.

“Call yourself like me.”

Seop-woo barely managed to open his mouth, unable to come to his senses from Da-young’s driving force.

“Now… baby……”

Dayoung smiled with satisfaction.

“Good job.”

Her hand pressed heavily on Seopwoo’s groin.

Dayoung continued to kiss him deeply as he shivered.

While he was unconscious and lost in the kiss, the waiter brought him drinks and nacho chips.

Dayoung stopped kissing and took her hand off the chastity belt.

Seopwoo’s face had turned redder than blush.

After the waitress left, Dayoung held out the pina colada to Seopwoo.

“Try it. I think he’ll like it.”

“Yes, yes……”

Seeing him frozen tightly, Dayoung faintly raised the corners of her mouth.

Insignificant conversations and actions in public places were more effective in embarrassing Seop-woo than secret things done naked in a hotel.

“Self.”

Seopwoo shrugged his shoulders.

“Yes, yes?”

“Speak up now.”

“Uh, okay? Yes?”

She came closer and whispered.

“I feel like a call girl because I’m the only one doing this.”

“Fishing! Sorry, sorry……”

“Stop talking now. Got it?”

“…Yes, yes…”

Power came into Dayoung’s eyes.

“Baby?”

“Yes, yes?”

“I told you not to talk, right?”

“……!”

She glared at Seopwoo with a face lightly filled with anger.

As Seop-woo swallowed his saliva with a nervous expression, Da-young widened the distance slightly again.

He even agreed to call me darling, but it seemed like he needed time to take it to the next level.

After a while she said.

“I worked all day wearing shoes.”

Seopwoo waited for her next words with a face as hard as stone.

Dayoung ordered in a low voice without a smile.

“Go down.”

Seopwoo’s face became even more rigid.

His fingertips trembled slightly, and after a few seconds, he hesitantly moved his hips.

Then he went down to the table.

Seop-woo’s posture, kneeling and lowering his upper body to match the height of the table, looked like a person who had crawled to Da-young’s feet.

The buttocks and thighs hidden by the pants were full of whip marks, and the penis was trapped in the chastity belt that Dayoung had put on a moment ago.

He felt shame and a primal desire to ejaculate one more time at the same time, and his heart pounded as if he had run 100 meters.

Dayoung’s shoes caught the eye.

A black heel that is close to a kill heel.

The charming triangle where Dayoung’s red dress and dark gray cotton stockings meet stimulated Seopwoo even more.

She took off one shoe and held out her foot.

“Mass it.”

Seopwoo carefully supported her feet.

His face was as red as blush and his penis was struggling to stand up like it did when he took off the chastity belt.

My hands didn’t stop shaking.

Dayoung picked up a nacho, poured some sauce on it, then bent to the side and looked under the table.

She said, holding out the nachos toward Seopwoo.

“Are you hungry?”

The voice was much softer than before.

Seopwoo’s heart was pounding so hard that he was delirious.

He wrapped his hands around Dayoung’s feet and put his face out to take the nachos and eat them.

Dayoung straightened her back and turned her gaze to the table.

She picked up the nachos again, put the sauce on them, and stuck her arms out under the table.

Seopwoo took the nachos again.

The same scene was repeated over ten times.

Dayoung suddenly took her feet out of Seopwoo’s hand and put on her shoes.

“Come up.”

Seopwoo crawled out from under the table.

A waiter was approaching carrying a beef burger and foie gras.

After a while, when they were alone, Dayoung moved the pina colada closer to Seopwoo.

“Are you thirsty?”

“Yes? Yes…”

“Again! …Do you want to go down again?”

“Oh, no! Oh no! ……No…”

Dayoung smiled and raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

A smile filled with satisfaction that he had gotten Seopwoo’s consent gradually spread across his face.

“Try drinking it.”

“Uh, yes……”

Seopwoo put a straw in his mouth.

It was the first pina colada I ever drank in my life.

Looking at his reaction, Dayoung picked up a cracker and spread foie gras on it.

“Baby?”

When Seop-woo took his mouth off the straw, Da-young held out a cracker toward his mouth.

He hesitated and opened his mouth.

It was Seopwoo’s first time eating crackers topped with foie gras and having a woman his age feed him something like this.