Chapter 253.2

Chapter 253.2

He panted heavily.

“Should I hide in the house next door and watch my wife flirt with another husband? If you thought I could endure even that… then our Han Seoryeong must have looked down on me. Fine, if you’re so confident, try it. Just once.”

Scraping the back of her molars, his c*ck thrust in deeper. Oof. Seoryeong opened her mouth wider. Huu.

Her breath caught as he filled her throat completely, pressing down so her tongue couldn’t even move. The raw scent touched her nostrils. Saliva dripped in streams.

“In that case, I’ll blow up your undercover newlywed nest and detain you.”

“…!”

“If you take me along, your mission will fail unconditionally, Seoryeong.”

“Aw…”

She shook her head slightly and spoke. My objective isn’t to approach my partner like Kim Hyun did; it’s completely different! Just as she tried to force the words out, even with her slurred pronunciation…

“Judge well, rookie agent.”

Thud. The thick c*ck stabbed her throat. Seoryeong’s face flushed bright red. She barely closed her jaw, her cheeks bulging as she held it in.

Then, Lee Wooshin, who wore a mocking smile, lowered his head and licked the bridge of her nose in one long stroke. His face showed no trace of guilt, despite his violent thrust.

“You’re still inexperienced. You can’t beat me.”

His cool gaze held no mercy, it wasn’t the look one gives a wife, but that of a mere greenhorn junior.

Ooh, oof. He was more coercive than usual. Though her jaw trembled, Seoryeong instead took a deep breath.

Lee Wooshin, who had been thrusting the pillar back and forth, soon began to crush her palate hard enough to make a dull sound.

Though the overwhelming fullness in her mouth felt suffocating and revolting, she tried her best to match his rhythm. Watching her, Lee Wooshin’s eyebrows suddenly sharply arched.

“If you understand, then stop trying to spit it out.”

He was the moment he irritably swept back his hair and tried to pull his body away.

Ah. I see. So all of this was merely a warning, it seemed. The moment she realized it, Seoryeong grabbed his two legs and pulled him close, drawing out his g*nitals.

“…!”

Then, she scraped down his shaft. To prevent his escape, she wrapped her arms around his pelvis and opened her throat wider.

Who knew when he might pull away again. So, she openly sucked him more aggressively. She took him all at once, from the glans to the shaft, into her mouth, then moved her head back and forth as if savoring an ice cream.

The wet, sloshing sounds of chup, chup, slurp echoed throughout the room.

“Han Seoryeong, you…”

Bloodshot, flushed eyes poured down at her. Lee Wooshin, hurriedly muttering curses, pushed her forehead away. A dull, thud sounded, and her forehead stung.

But Seoryeong didn’t even blink, sucking him even more tightly as if adhering to him. Look at me, Lee Wooshin. Don’t look away. Her glossy pupils burned with an intense, fiery glow.

‘Why can’t I win against you? Why can’t I?’

Seoryeong gripped his hard c*ck with her hand and repeatedly took the tip of the glans into her mouth with her lips, then released it.

“F*ck,” he cursed, his hips writhing along with the expletive. Yet, unlike before, he didn’t thrust violently, instead seeming to hold back.

Ah, trying to endure even more here? Seoryeong took the fleshy member deep into her throat again. He had been erect to a burdensome degree, expanded further inside her mouth.

As she scrunched her eyes, struggling to breathe, Lee Wooshin whose neck had turned bright red, stammered as if dazed. It was an uncharacteristic panic.

“You, cr-crazy… you, this… you…”

His trembling hand pushed her forehead away again, but the more he did, the more persistently Seoryeong clung to him.

His jawbone bulged taut. Seoryeong, lost in ecstasy, rolled him freely within her mouth.

She breathed quietly through her nose, sucking hard, then gently repeating soft tsk, tsk sucks. His hips jerked reflexively, but he clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

“Did you… secretly train for sx or something? No. Ugh, fck!”

His c*ck swelled, then lost strength, then grew again. He was a mess. Finally, Lee Wooshin covered his eyes and his Adam’s apple bobbed. The moist length twitched inside Seoryeong’s mouth.

As if sensing something, Lee Wooshin stiffened his expression. Then, he desperately began trying to pry Seoryeong off. He pushed her forehead, grabbed her shoulders, and even seized the nape of her neck, attempting to pull her away and throw her off.

Still, Seoryeong laughed and held on. Instead, she pulled the retreating length toward her one last time, like reeling in a rope.

“—!”

Finally, with a gush, something thick and sticky poured into her mouth. Lee Wooshin, crumbling in defeat, immediately thrust his palm under her chin.

Seoryeong gathered it all in her mouth, then looked up at him and defiantly gulped, swallowing it down. Seoryeong grinned and said,

“What was that about… ‘technique’?”