Chapter 10: Chapter 10: Spiral of Sweet Obsession
Mirae didn’t move.
Not really.
She was still curled in his lap, Joon-ho’s cock resting inside her—softening, slick with both their release—but her hips had a mind of their own.
Little shifts.Little rolls.The tiniest, trembling grind of her hips every few seconds.
She clung to him like a lifeline, breathing into his neck.
Then—
"...Why did I do that..."
The words ca out barely audible. A whisper, sha-tinged, but laced with heat.
"I let you... cum inside . I asked for it. Begged for it..."
Joon-ho stayed still, his arms wrapped around her waist. He let her speak. Let her mind tumble.
Her hips rolled again.
Slow. Shaful. Needy.
"I’m a fucking ss..."
Another roll.
And then another—deeper, this ti. Slower. She exhaled through parted lips.
"I should feel disgusting... But it feels so good..."
She shifted again, his cock twitching slightly inside her. Not fully hard. Not soft either. A pulse—an echo of what was coming.
She whimpered.
"...It’s still in ..."
He kissed the side of her neck.
"And your pussy won’t let go."
"I don’t want it to," she moaned, pressing her forehead into his shoulder. "I want to stay like this forever..."
Her hips lifted—then dropped.
She gasped.
"Fuck..."
Joon-ho’s hands gripped her thighs.
"Then ride it," he said softly. "Nice and slow."
She did.
She rose, cock sliding wetly along her inner walls, and lowered herself again—letting out a trembling moan as her cunt sucked him in.
"Oh god..."
Again.
Up.Down.Slick, slow, aching with overstimulation.
"It’s too good... why is it this good...?" she babbled, her head spinning. "Is it supposed to feel this good after I just ca...?"
Joon-ho’s lips brushed her collarbone. "You needed it. Your body’s been begging for release for years."
She nodded, crying out softly with each grind.
"It’s your fault," she moaned. "You did sothing to . Now I can’t stop..."
"You’re addicted."
"I am," she gasped. "I fucking am..."
She started bouncing slowly now, the wet sound of her pussy filling the quiet room. Her tits pressed against his chest, nipples dragging against his skin with every motion.
Then she said it.
Dirty. Broken. Whispered like a prayer:
"I want to be your fucktoy when I’m not on cara..."
Joon-ho growled.
"You want to belong to ?"
"Yes—yes—Joon-ho—please—just keep using
like this—make
cum every day—fuck all the good-girl bullshit out of ..."
He grabbed her hips.
The rhythm changed.
No more slow ride.He started thrusting up into her.
Fast. Deep.Wet slaps echoed through the clinic as she cried out, gripping his shoulders.
"FUCK—Joon-ho—yes—yes—don’t stop—don’t you dare stop—!"
"You want everyone to see what kind of whore Mirae really is?"
"Yes—no—fuck—I don’t care—I just want to be yours—please—please—fill
again—fill
until I forget how to act—!"
She was close. So close.
And when he pulled her down hard, cock hitting deep, she scread as another orgasm tore through her.
Her pussy clenched him so tight it pulled another groan from his chest—and this ti he couldn’t hold back.
He ca inside her again.
Thick. Heavy. So deep it made her sob.
They stayed like that, clinging to each other. Breathing together. Shaking together.
Mirae whispered softly into his neck.
"...Don’t let
go yet..."
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