From what I could tell, Yejin's state wasn't good. No, "bad" doesn't even begin to describe this situation.
I'm completely cornered. My only option is to rush into the bedroom, lock the door, wrap myself in a blanket, and wait out the day…
No one could've predicted this would happen. I mean, who the hell would know that semen in this world has an aphrodisiac effect that drives women wild?
Honestly, I thought having sex with someone as beautiful as Yejin would feel great, especially if it happened right now. But today, I just wanted to rest.
To be frank, I'd already jerked off thinking about Yejin before she got home. And honestly, I'm not okay with this situation.
Even if semen has some kind of aphrodisiac effect, if Yejin truly saw me as her life partner, her husband, shouldn't she respect me enough not to touch me today?
She beat me up with her fists, and now she's panting, talking about wanting to have sex. What does that make me?
She hits me, then wants to sleep with me. And in all of this, my opinion doesn't matter at all.
If she really saw me as her partner, shouldn't she at least respect my dignity and personhood, talk to me, and find a mutual agreement that satisfies us both?
Grab. Yejin seizes my wrist as I try to head into the bedroom. Her grip is like a vice, as if my wrist is caught in a rock. I can't break free.
Then… slowly, she starts tightening her hold.
"Ughhh!"
God, this hurts!
With an embarrassing groan, I stop in my tracks and collapse awkwardly to the floor. The pain in my wrist, like it's about to shatter, forces me to my knees.
I try to pry her hand off with my other hand, but even with both hands, I can't overpower her grip. Both knees hit the ground.
Gritting my teeth through the pain, I force my head up. By some cruel twist of fate, my gaze lands right on Yejin's crotch, where her pussy is.
…What the hell am I supposed to do when I open my eyes and that's what I see?
Embarrassed, I try to lower my head, but Yejin grabs my head with her other hand and presses it firmly toward her.
The gap between my mouth, my nose, and her crotch—covered only by thin cotton pants—narrows. I try to resist, pushing back with my back and hips, but if I couldn't overpower her one hand with both of mine, there's no way I can stop her with just my body.
And at some point—I don't know when—she's grabbed both of my hands with one of hers.
Like nailing a picture frame to the wall, she pins both of my hands against the wall with one hand. I'm completely helpless, forced to move as she commands.
My face is pressed closer and closer to her crotch. The soft, warm fabric of her cotton pants brushes against me.
And… with my nose practically buried between her legs, every breath I take fills me with her scent.
The smell of fabric softener from her pants hits me first, sharp and distinct. Then, it's followed by the smell of a woman… I don't know how to describe it.
All I know is that Yejin seems intent on marking me with her scent, like a dog marking its territory on a pole.
She presses my head harder, grinding my nose into her pussy. My teeth press against the fabric of her pants, but I'm still powerless to resist.
My hands are pinned, and she's holding my head so tightly I can't even try to stand.
She rubs my face against her crotch like I'm some cute pet.
"Ugh…"
The only thing I can do is open my mouth to protest, but even that feels futile.
I glance up at Yejin. She's smiling… a subtle, almost imperceptible curl of her lips. She seems to find it amusing that I'm powerless, my face buried in her crotch with no way to fight back.
Slowly, she starts shifting her weight toward me. Carefully, so my back doesn't bend too far, she leans her center of gravity onto my face, and my body starts tilting backward.
My pinned hands are freed, but I'm still no match for her. I can't push her off as she presses down on my face.
I quickly shift from kneeling to sitting, preparing for what's coming. Kneeling and bending backward would be too much, so I let my legs relax and lie flat on the floor.
And just like that, the classic face-sitting position is complete.
Heavy…
Yejin straddles my face, grinding her crotch against me. Thankfully, her cotton pants are soft—if she were wearing rough jeans, my face would be scratched to hell.
I hate this… and I hate myself for feeling grateful to her for something as trivial as that.
"I'm taking these off, Arum."
Her hips lift briefly, and with a rustle, she starts pulling down her pants along with her underwear.
The first thing I see is her pubic hair—neatly trimmed, with just a small patch left at the top. Below that, a small clit and a soft pink slit come into view, glistening like a freshly steamed bun.
But that's not important right now. I don't have time to sit here admiring Yejin's pussy.
"…Be good."
As I try to sit up, she grabs my head again, pulling my face back toward her pussy. Once again, I'm helpless, my face buried in her.
She rubs her pussy against my forehead and face, as if marking me with her scent.
Her soft pubic hair tickles my forehead, and her smell—raw and feminine—hits me like a wave.
It's like the pungent smell of ripe cheese, overwhelming my senses. I need to escape. I told myself I'd protect my dignity and rest today.
I try to speak, to protest, but… what the hell is this?
The smell of her pussy, now pressed right against my face, paralyzes me. Is this what it feels like for an insect crawling into the jaws of a Venus flytrap?
I know it's dangerous to stay like this, but her scent leaves me powerless.
Is there no male who can resist the smell of a fully aroused female?
Even though I jerked off this morning, my dick is already throbbing, asserting itself again.
It's rock-hard, straining against my underwear, which is already damp. I can feel something leaking, but with my face buried in her pussy, I don't have the chance to check.
My dick, fully erect, feels as big as it did when I was jerking off earlier.
"Already wet, huh?"
Yejin starts tapping my crotch with her big toe. I instinctively try to pull back, but her grip on my head keeps me in place.
She strokes the tip of my dick with her toe, like she's giving me a footjob. With a slight press, I feel something hot and wet ooze from my tip.
"You're soaked," she says in a teasing, almost childish tone.