Please Shoot Me - 6 (R-19)

The sensation that surged through him was brutally fantastic. He’d been holding it in for so long, the pulsing in his pants had been going on for ages.

The taste of her juices, her moans, and the pressure of his tight pants were enough to bring him to cl*max, though it was too much for a body that was so hungry for just Yuyeon’s smiling face.

Even as his vision gradually returned, Ryung harshly exhaled in the afterglow of his ej*culation and ran a hand through his sweaty hair. His pants and underwear were soaked through, and he didn’t have the courage to open them.

Yuyeon seemed to have cl*maxed at the same time as him, twitching nonstop, drunk off the sweet pulsations from her cl*max. Her red, engorged cl*toris was noticeably swollen. Beyond her hole, loosened from long caresses, he could see her insides, pulsing with the rhythm of pleasure.

Wanting to know what it felt like to be inside, Ryung stuck his finger back inside her. The biggest cl*max had already passed, but the flesh was tightly clenching around his finger, sucking him in. It was as if she was begging for more so he slid in another finger, and she clenched tighter, swallowing all of him.

“Ahhh… ah, no… Ryung… not yet…!”

“Hah… but it seems you want more, so what am I supposed to believe?”

“Ah… Yes…!”

He pushed another finger inside. Three fingers stretched her hole wide open, and she tilted her head back, unable to form words.

“I think your body is more honest, it’s so cute, I want to keep teasing you…”

He began to probe inside her v*gina with his newfound skills. The throbbing walls of her p*ssy clung to his fingers as if to hold them in place as he plunged deeper inside, and when he pulled them out, she let out soft moans.

At one point, Yuyeon offered no resistance, gasping for breath and calling out his name. It was a plea for him to stop. He found it unusually endearing that she was so helpless and couldn’t do anything but cling to him, and though Ryung knew he shouldn’t go further, he continued his ministrations, using her greedy p*ssy as an excuse to keep his fingers inside.

The sight of his fingers sliding into her hole sent a strange sensation of pleasure through his own body. Now that it was loose enough for three fingers to slip in and out, Ryung started to get excited about the prospect of pushing his c*ck inside.

As her pitiful moans rose in pitch, a cold sweat broke out all over her body. Her tight little p*ssy was quivering in agony, but his c*ck was growing in size as she swallowed him more.

“F*ck… no, hah…! Ahhh… please, please…. Ahhh!”

Her breath caught in her throat as she shook her head from side to side. His finger jerked out in an unexpected movement, and a clear liquid gushed out of her v*gina, where both large and small climaxes accumulated. The stream, reminiscent of urination, drenched his stomach and bottom.

His barely-dried lower half pulsed, threatening to tear through his pants at the stimulating sight in front of him. His face contorted in inexplicable anguish as the waves of her cl*max washed over him. The pleasure, amplified by his long suffering, was agony itself.

His patience was at its limit, so he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. In his urgency, he pulled down his underwear in one swift motion, and the flesh popped out of the s*men-stained pants.

The smell and heat of thick s*men wafted up from his bottom from that constant confinement. The veins that threatened to burst through his skin at any moment screamed for immediate stimulation, and the tip oozed sticky fl*id. He fumbled for his wallet in his pocket, and he quickly pulled out about five condoms at once.

“Yuyeon, now…”

He popped a condom into his mouth to ask for permission, then turned to her, but something was off. Because while his breathing was still ragged, hers was surprisingly calm.

Maybe not. He gently grabbed her body and shook her, but she didn’t react; maybe she passed out, or maybe she’d given in to her desires and fallen asleep from exhaustion. Whatever the cause, it was the worst thing that could happen to him.

“Hah… I want to c*m. I want to f*ck you…”

He pleaded, heavy breaths falling on her closed eyes. His sweet voice mingled with her shallow breathing as if she, too, was unconsciously tasting the afterglow of pleasure. It fueled his need, causing his erect c*ck to twitch and throb like it was about to burst.

“I told you, once I start, I won’t be able to stop… I’m going to put it in, I’m going to…!”

He gritted his teeth, his face reddening, but in the face of the childlike serenity of sleep, he finally broke down, looking like he might cry.

The urge to fondle her white, thin body at will, to plunge his lust into her well-prepared hole, to shake her as he pleased, to spill his load into her… those thoughts swirled through his head. But even in the midst of his overwhelming urges, the faint remnant of reason prevented him from moving.

“I’ve been waiting for this day, hah… how long… please wake up… huh, please let me.”

Pressing his forehead against hers, he let out a groan and gave her shoulder a small shake, but she showed no sign of waking up, and his patient had run out.

“You fell asleep… you’re the bad guy, so I’ll forgive you this much.”

He tossed the condom aside, stepped closer to her, and knelt down to wrap his hand around c*ck. His eyes swept over her sleeping red face and flawless flesh. The face and n*ked body he imagined every night are now beneath him. His tongue already knows her taste, and his hands remember her touch.

“Whoa… I even carried a condom every day, ah, with me… someday, with you…”

Seeing her face and his c*ck at the same time, he felt the tension between guilt and desire that eventually gave way to ar*usal. Just the sight of it made him c*m, and it dripped down her collarbone.

“You’re so… so… beautiful.”

He squeezed his eyes shut as he watched the red gl*ns appear and disappear under his moving hand. Her face and the tip of his gl*ns were close enough to touch. The thought of Yuyeon waking up in the middle of it made his heart flutter with guilt.

“Ah… f*ck. That feels good.”

A mixture of resentment for leaving him alone and falling asleep and his own lust for her, which he hadn’t realized fueled his hips. His animalistic panting echoed through the room as he licked his way down her small, slender body to her eyes and shook his large frame.

“Sunbae, ah, ah… Yuyeon… Seo Yuyeon….”

When he came, he buried his face in the nape of her neck and roughly stroked his c*ck. He endlessly called her name, smelling the faint scent of shampoo wafting from her hair.

“Hah, ah… ahhh!”

His scrotum twitched, and an explosion of white fl*id shot out of him. The ecstatic feeling of ej*culation blinded him for a moment, and he felt like he was going to lose his mind. Even though it was only the second time he’d done it, the massive amount of s*men that poured out of him never stopped, coating Yuyeon’s stomach, chest, and even her face. Her eyelashes and hair were white with his s*men.

“Ah…”

A self-deprecating chuckle escaped at the low-grade exaltation. His brain felt like it was boiling over with immorality. His p*nis was stiff again, even though he just came.

“I like you, Yuyeon…”

He whispered in her ear, burying his face in the nape of her neck once more and squeezing her chest.

His long night with her was just beginning.

*.*.*.*.*

There have been reports of strange zombie sightings in the basement of a building in the landfill of District 3.

The landfill was originally a garbage dump, but as the bodies piled up, it became a place where everything was burned and buried without distinction. Since the bodies and garbage were placed in the same area, the workers’ spirits were not intact and they often saw things in vain.

Nevertheless, the headquarters was sensitive to the report, even using veteran crews because they had to protect the “safe zone” they had secured.

However, the information was not definite, so only two people were deployed. One of them was the team leader, Yuyeon.

As soon as she got out of the car, she saw her mission for the day. The entrance was tightly sealed, as it’s the first thing they do when they get a call, but she could see the trash piled high and the smell of rotting flesh in the breeze. Her hangover made her stomach churn even more, causing her pale face to look even more pale.

She groaned, rubbing her forehead. She overslept, and it hadn’t helped that she had been groggy since morning, with Ryung following her around with an oddly grumpy look on his face.

He was supposed to be off-duty today, but he switched shifts with James, who was supposed to be paired with her and had been giving her questioning glances throughout their mission.

“Team A is on scene.”

Yuyeon radioed and used the key she’d been given earlier to unlock the door.

“Hold there.”

Ryung did as he was told, but kept his mouth shut and gave her an icy glare. Finally, his tantrum forced Yuyeon to burst and look back and yell at him.

“Oh, come on! If you’ve got a problem, say something!”

“You don’t remember yesterday at all?”

“Yesterday?”

Opening the door, Yuyeon absentmindedly checked her firearm and fumbled through her memories. It was all completely broken from her heavy drinking. Even since she started to drink what Ryung gave her, she only remembered waking up in bed.

“No.”

The answer was short and to the point, and Ryung just let out an “Oh really?” as he checked his weapon again. Finally, he blurted out a shocking answer.

“We slept together.”

Kofi