Your Girlfriend Was Amazing - Chapter 56: Your Girlfriend's Amazing

Your Girlfriend’s Amazing

“I don’t really have to drag myself on a date with Minsoo, right?”

“Of course not, why would you?”

“Right? I’m yours after all!” Yoomin said, cuddling into my arms.

We haven’t known each other for long, but her cute behavior is escalating rapidly. Nuzzling her cheek against mine, deeply inhaling my scent, and flashing a blinding smile – it’s becoming a routine.

I thought I was trapped in a beehive, but turns out it’s just a manageable one.

If I were to put it bluntly, I’m turning into quite a skilled beekeeper. The only downside is the queen’s occasional clinginess, expressing a desire not to be separated from me even for a moment.

It’s probably an added feature to prevent Kim Minsoo from being left behind. Currently, it’s working like a charm, but who knows when it might pull a 180. While I’m confident in perfect control, dealing with unexpected variables will be a different kind of challenge.

I glanced at the clock; it’s half-past two.

Better to start mixing bodies now than precisely at the appointed time. Some preheating is necessary. I need to make her wet, and moans of mixed ecstasy need to echo.

I’ll make sure you can’t even spell Yoomin.

Since this plan isn’t going to clear any quest, I have to be careful and handle the aftermath perfectly.

I’ll answer his call for Yoomin and break Kim Minsoo emotionally. Then, through contact with Melanie, I’ll direct his attention towards her. Minsoo is such a virgin, so if she’s nice to him, he’ll probably think she’s head over heels for him.

On the flip side, Ryu Hyemi is undoubtedly obsessed with Kim Minsoo. She’s the most challenging one.

Melanie should find it difficult to get close to Minsoo but a breeze to flirt with him. However, Ryu Hyemi is the opposite — easy to get close to Minsoo but an uphill battle to flirt.

I’ve given her a taste of semen, but I’m sure that won’t be enough. With the most robust mental protection system for research purposes, she probably won’t think much of it.

“My Taeyang seems to be daydreaming about another woman.”

“Huh? No, what are you talking about? You’re here, why would I.”

“Tsk, liar.”

Why are the female characters in this novel so darn good at decoding facial expressions? Or maybe my face really morphs into something else when I think about other women? Soojin’s the same. She’s sharp only at times like this when she usually doesn’t say much.

I don’t have time to practice my facial expressions in the mirror.

“If that’s a lie, why would we be here?”

“That’s true…”

This is why atmosphere is important. Just mouthing off like this in a plain old academy dorm will have no effect.

Thank you, Chairman Choi Youngnam, really.

With just one VIP black card, I secured the top-floor suite at the best hotel without needing a minimum reservation period or waiting time.

When I handed the card, they didn’t even bother asking, “Which room would you like to be escorted to?” They whisked us here without any questions.

Hmm… it was the same when I came here with Soojin, but—

“Taeyang, you’re thinking about some other woman again.”

“What are you talking about, really, can’t you trust me?”

“No, it’s not that… It’s just that this place is so… You’re walking around here as if familiar… I was wondering if you’ve been here before… with anyone… like with a woman…”

When Yoomin uttered the last words, her pupils rapidly reddened. The gaze sharpened, as if tracking prey, and her eyes became as keen as those of a beast.

This is why I can’t stand perceptive women.

“I specifically looked into this place because I wanted to come here with you, and you’re doubting me…”

I thought I was holding the leash tightly, but it seems to be loosening faster than I thought. In such situations, few words are needed; a deep sigh works wonders.

‘I’m putting in so much effort for you, why do you keep doubting me?’ That’s the implied message I needed to convey. Blaming everything on Yoomin would make her reflect on her actions if a similar situation arose later.

“No… I’m sorry… I like you so much… so I got worried… please don’t get mad, okay? Don’t abandon Yoomin…”

Even though she’s already in my arms, she wriggled as if trying to delve deeper. Then, I checked the wall clock subtly; it’s three o’clock.

If we start now, the call will come at the right time.

“You’re so pretty, why would I abandon you? You just have to listen to me, okay?”

“Yes… I’ll really listen and do whatever you say… Kiss me please…”

The brief peck transformed into a lingering, passionate kiss.

Yoomin’s tennis skirt has been teasingly fluttering with each motion, uncovering a tempting view. I resisted earlier because of time constraints, but now there’s no need to hold back.

I thought I’d go insane when her perky ass peeked out from the snug panties due to the tightness.

“Ah… you pervert… it hurts when you squeeze my butt like that…”

“Look who’s talking? You’re not wearing a bra…”

“I wanted to show you my nipples, Taeyang.”

Seated on the bed, I position Yoomin on my thighs and sensually intertwine our tongues.

Sliding one hand down, I slipped it into Yoomin’s panties. I tried to take it off slowly, but it was already drenched. Perhaps they were drenched as they clung to the shape of her pussy.

“I have something I want to do for you, can I?”

“What is it?”

Yoomin didn’t answer my question; she just chuckled suggestively.

As she took off her top, her swaying breasts along with the perky red nipples rose and fell in a lewd way.

Yoomin, who entered between my thighs, adeptly extracted my dick. After she unbuckled the belt and pulled down the zipper, my towering shaft was revealed, causing her eyes to glaze over.

She moved her body around to cover my dick between her breasts, as if wondering if she was doing it right since it was her first time.

“How is it?” Yoomin said as she sucked on my glans with her tongue.

She used both hands to press and squeeze my shaft, but that wasn’t her intention. It seemed like she wanted to give me a titjob, but when she got a glimpse of my dick, the desire to suck it took over.

“Not bad.”

If I had to pick, it had a somewhat amateurish feel; not as satisfying as it should be. Supposed to bring a unique stimulation with her red nipples, but it ended up just being cute.

Doing it at this pace felt like it would never end, so I grabbed her hair. Next time, if attempting something like this, I promised myself to give her twin tails.

Still clutching her hair, I shifted my hips, ramming my cock down her throat.

“Kkh… Akh… Kkh… Huk…”

Since it wasn’t her first rodeo, Yoomin opened her mouth wide and took my cock inside. Now, without any guidance, she slid her fingers into her pussy, working on it with her legs trembling.

“Give… your… cum… Master… Yoomin… hungry…”

Every now and then, between breaths, she uttered a word. Until then, her face remained solely focused on my cock, like it was the only thing that mattered.

Like a lowly slave born to suck my dick, she moved to extract my cum. With a squelching sound, her pussy juice dripped, and the carpet became soaked.

A witch willing to sell her body for cum is now right under my eyes.

“Akkh… ah… kkh… ha… Why… isn’t it coming out? Master’s cum…”

“Is it not working well?”

“Yes… Help me…”

Whether she couldn’t find satisfaction with this intensity or not, she looked at me with eyes filled with lust.

After slightly raising my body, I grabbed Yoomin’s chin and the back of her neck.

I aligned her throat and mouth in a straight line, and shoved my cock into her throat. Deeper than usual, with every thrust, there were muffled sounds. Froth adorned her mouth due to the mixture of saliva and pre-cum.

“Kkh… Ha… More… Kkh… Kah…”

After swallowing saliva and wiping around her mouth with her tongue, she continued to suck my cock.

“Don’t swallow it right away, keep it in your mouth, got it?”

“Y-Yes…”

With a splash, my cum spurted out, staining her mouth and throat with milky white. Without a single fake gag, she stored it in her mouth without hesitation.

As if wanting more cum, her hand, which was jerking off, stopped, and she spread her cheeks.

“Say cheese, try saying cheese.”

“Heeezze…”

Click.

I slowly pulled out my cock. Her eye corners were trembling, and the area around her mouth was decorated with bubbles. She didn’t care about this state and smiled brightly at the screen.

“Swallow it.”

“Gulp…” With her cheeks twitching, she swallowed all the cum and opened her mouth wide.

I stroked her head while praising her, and she grinned in a satisfied manner.

“My lower mouth is starving too, Master… Hurry, feed me down here,” Yoomin pleaded as she climbed onto the bed, dripping with the juices that had pooled on her thighs. With each thigh brush, a squelching sound echoed.

She flopped onto the bed, pushing her ass upward. In a cat-like pose, she made it clear she wanted it from behind. Without a word, as if urging me to get on with it, she swayed her ass gently from side to side.

“Spread wider.”

“Yes… Sorry… I’ll do it now…”

“Do I really have to tell you all this?” I raised my palm high and smacked her ass.

“Akh! I’m sorry, Master… I messed up!” Her moans resonated louder in the room than the slapping sound. Then, she gripped her hands behind her and widened her closed pussy hole. A trickle of already flowing juices streamed down, staining the bedsheet.

I grabbed her hands gathered at the back with one hand and thrust my cock in.

“Ah… Ha… Hng…!… Keep going… Deeper… I like it, Master… Yoomin’s tight pussy… Make it yours…”

I didn’t plan to get so immersed, but heat spontaneously surged through my body. Our bodies overlapped, her ass pressed against my abdomen. With each thrust, her knees gradually pushed the bedsheet.

There would definitely be bruises later.

After a while of intense sex, Yoomin’s phone rang. She didn’t even consider answering the call.

“Shouldn’t you answer Minsoo’s call?”

“I don’t know… Like this… Ah… Hnng… Deep… It feels like it’s reaching… The womb… Good, like this… Master…”

“Should I answer it?”

“Yes… Ah… Ah… Like that… Don’t…say… Just… Yes… Squeeze it… Master…”

I slightly bent my body and grabbed her breasts. With one hand, I picked up the phone.

[Yoomin, what’s wrong? I was worried because you haven’t arrived yet…]

“Don’t worry, Minsoo. Yoomin is with me now.”

Should I show him?

At my words, Minsoo was silent for a while, perhaps not grasping the situation properly. Maybe the moans were making it difficult to concentrate over the phone.

[Who… is this?]

“Minsoo, are you serious? The three of us played together the other day. Can’t you recognize me?”

[Baek Taeyang?]

“That’s right, it’s me. It would’ve been disappointing if you got it wrong.”

[Why are you answering Yoomin’s phone?! What’s she doing?! Why are you answering instead of her?!]

Another sudden outburst. Fortunately, I had already lowered the volume, so it wasn’t too loud.

“I told you she’s with me. She’s just busy now…”

[It’s our date today, what could she possibly be so busy?! What the hell are you up to?!]

“Ah… M-Minsoo… Hmmp…”

[Yoomin?! Yoomin!? Are you okay?! Did this bastard do something weird to you?!]

Looks like Yoomin isn’t thrilled with the interruption. She’s hungry for my cock, but this weirdo is screwing up the mood.

Unable to bear it, she snatched the phone from me.

He has zero idea what’s about to go down. He’s just cheerfully babbling when hearing his girlfriend’s voice.

[…so I dyed my hair!]

“Min… ah… Master, wait… hng… Minsoo… I can’t… ah… be with you anymore…”

[What are you talking about all of a sudden? What are you doing right now?]

“Having… ahh, ah… s-sex… with… master.. ah, ah… master… I’m going to… aah!”

I decided to grab back my phone, thinking she’d had enough of the call.

It’s unplanned, but in that instant, it played into my hands – Yoomin gripped her ass firmly, eliciting a loud moan. Even Minsoo, usually as clueless as a rock, seemed to get the picture.

[W-What are you doing right now?!]

“We’re having sex.” I decided to show him. With that brief statement, I switched the call to a video call. On the screen, Minsoo had meticulously styled his hair, but the rest was a complete mess. In the distance, a limousine was visible.

Melanie is definitely inside.

[No way… Thar can’t be true… No… No way…]

“Minsoo, it’s true though.” I turned the screen to show Yoomin’s back. Disheveled red hair and a body jerking like it’s possessed. From her face-down-ass-up position to the back-and-forth motion – there was only one thing it indicated.

“Your girlfriend’s amazing.”

A piercing scream echoed through the phone.