Chapter 1 — Nightclub Regular

My friend and I had a light drink of soju in Suyuri, and after some talk, we agreed—why not hit up a nightclub for once and try to pick up a woman or two? I wasn't expecting much. I've had my share of failed attempts, so I went in with a casual mindset—just hoping to rub against a few asses and enjoy the night.

Around 10 p.m., we entered a nearby adult nightclub known for attracting older women. The stage was already packed, people swaying wildly to the music, grinding against each other like there was no tomorrow. Stressed-out women, I figured—drowning their days in alcohol, cigarettes, and men.

We ordered our drinks and took a slow look around. Right beside us, some guys were already celebrating a successful booking, hugging girls and giggling like fools. On the other side, two women in their mid-thirties—maybe three or four years older than me—sat quietly, sipping their drinks. They didn't seem interested in anything going on. Not drunk, not approachable. Too old, too stiff. I wrote them off immediately.

We finished our first round and headed to the dance floor for some real hunting. Of course, I wasn't actually dancing—just pretending while scanning for the right target. I'd inch closer, test the waters, see how they reacted. If she smiled back, the blues dance was 90% mine. I never approached girls in jeans—no sensation when grinding, no soft mound to feel. Loose cotton pants were ideal.

One of my strengths—and weaknesses—is that I can get hard anytime, no matter what. Sometimes that scares women off mid-blues, but most of the time, if I gently rub against them, they slowly give in—tilting their hips, pressing the hollow of their pussy against my cock.

But that night, nothing much happened. We returned to our table, sipping and watching. The two women nearby also came back after the blues. One wore a long skirt and a semi-formal outfit, fairly tall and solid-built. The other was shorter, plumper, also in semi-formal wear. They looked like office workers—tight, guarded. Not the type to draw attention, yet somehow, they did.

I caught eyes a few times with the tall one in the long skirt, but she deliberately looked away—until she didn't. She came over and asked to borrow my lighter. She could've just called a waiter, but no—she made the move herself.

My friend whispered, "Try her?" I shook my head. "If we hit on the girls at the next tables now, it'll be harder to approach others later. Let's try elsewhere first."

But as time passed, couples formed left and right. Everyone was pairing off. Nothing worked. So I raised my glass toward the tall woman and proposed a toast. She smiled and lightly touched her beer glass to mine. First success.

We moved back to the dance floor—four of us this time. After a lively dance, the blues music started. Normally, if a girl locks onto you tightly, you're free to grind as hard as you want. I didn't expect much—her three beers were barely touched, so I figured she was still sober. But I was wrong.

Suddenly, her arms wrapped around my neck. Her lower body pressed hard against mine. I pulled her in tightly, my hands gripping her soft, long waist—no space between us. She was tall—almost my height. I'm 178 cm, so she must've been around 170.

We exchanged a few words—where she lived, if she came alone, what she did. She was an insurance agent. Lived in Sadang-dong. Just visiting a friend nearby. Nothing important, so I half-listened, focusing instead on building the mood—quiet, in sync with the music.

My cock slowly thickened against her thigh. Her full breasts helped, and the damp strands of her hair brushing my cheek sent shivers through me. I leaned down, pressed my nose to her ear, and blew a warm breath. Her arms tightened around my neck.

I wanted one more reaction before moving forward. I slightly pulled my hard cock away from her thigh.

But then—what the hell? She pulled me even closer and deliberately pressed the soft mound of her pussy directly against my erection. It was thick, fleshy—my cock could feel the split through her thin skirt.

I subtly lifted my cock upward, tucking it toward my navel. It wasn't easy—my thing was big, cumbersome to carry around. But once I did, it sank perfectly into the warm valley between her legs. The head of my cock pressed right against where it should, and excitement surged—my surroundings faded.

I ran my hands over her ass, feeling the edge of her panties, gripping harder. Then, moving my hips to the music, I began grinding my hard cock against where I guessed her clit would be—firm, relentless.

Her reaction came faster than expected.

She didn't know what to do with her hands—grabbing the back of my head, stroking my back, then suddenly sucking hard on my ear. My arousal skyrocketed. Her eyes were tightly shut, occasional moans escaping. The more she reacted, the more I ground against her.

She kept trembling—pulling away, pressing back, sucking my ear, then I sucked hers, licking down her neck. Salty sweat coated my lips.

Then, unable to hold back, she suddenly shoved her hot, wet tongue deep into my mouth. I sucked on it like I'd been waiting for it.

Her hips, which had been swaying side to side, now thrust forward and back like we were actually fucking. Then up and down—rising slightly, sinking down, grinding wildly. Her hands roamed my bare back under my shirt, losing control, sucking my tongue—driving me insane.

I was so turned on I didn't care who was watching. I brought my right hand to her breast. She didn't stop me.

I started gently massaging.

We were so into it that when she suddenly ran out of strength, she pushed me toward one of the mirrored pillars on the side of the stage. She pressed me against it and started grinding hard again.

Now we were partially hidden. She sucked my neck, grabbed my ass, slipped her hand under my belt to touch my bare skin—going wild.

I slid my hand under her waistband. Surprisingly loose—it slipped right in. I felt her panties, excitement flooding me. I reached inside and began massaging around her anus.

With my other hand, I rubbed the hollow of her pussy through her skirt. Her body twisted with a soft "Ah!"

I raised my middle finger vertically and started rubbing up and down.

She couldn't take it anymore. She pulled my head down and started sucking my neck—then her other hand suddenly grabbed my massive cock.

A short groan escaped me.

We were grinding, groping, moaning—licking and sucking each other like we were trying to finish it right there on stage. Doing this in public was just as exciting as actual sex.

What turned me on even more was her uncontrollable reactions—each one sending electric shocks through my nerves.

I moved my hand back to her ass, massaging around her anus again. Her one hand still gripped my cock, her hips pressed tightly against me.

Then I realized why—she was avoiding others' eyes to do what came next.

Between our tightly pressed bodies, her hand started moving—then slowly unzipped my pants.

Next, her hand slipped into my underwear.

Afraid someone might see, I pressed even closer, using both hands to shield us as much as possible.

Her hand movements grew faster. She gently rubbed the head of my cock, then started stroking—fast, like she was determined to make me cum right there.

My hands moved to her breasts, squeezing hard.

The more I touched her, the faster her left hand moved. Pre-cum soaked my underwear—sticky, dripping.

My lips sucked her tongue, then her ear, then her neck, back to her tongue—

I was close. Should I let it happen? Pull away? But then the second blues track started winding down.

Thank God. How embarrassing would it have been? What about the wet underwear?

Her hand slowly slipped out, then gently zipped me up.

Then she showed me her fingers—dripping with my cum—brought them to her mouth and sucked slowly, then pushed the same fingers into my mouth.

I sucked them eagerly—tasting her saliva and my cum together.

Her eyes were completely glazed, her body limp like she'd downed two bottles of soju.

When the blues ended and the next disco track started, we couldn't let go—rubbing against each other one last time before returning to our table.

My friend and her friend were already back, sitting at their own tables. Things didn't look good.

It's hard to make a move alone—especially if you want to go all the way. I took her by the arm and brought her to our table.

"Why don't you invite your friend over?"

She called her friend, who came reluctantly. Ugly bitch, ruining the mood with that sour face.

Time to get serious. It was already past 1 a.m.

"Let's go out—second round somewhere. Karaoke, maybe?"

I pulled her close, whispering into her ear.

"I live in Sadang-dong. I should go home soon. Can we meet next time?"

What? Out of nowhere? I thought it was 100% on. Was it her friend? From her actions earlier, it seemed possible. But no—now I had to act.

"Fine. But it's late. Let's just go out first."

Outside, I suggested karaoke again. After some resistance, she barely agreed—just 30 minutes.

But then her friend refused.

I didn't care. I grabbed the tall woman by the arm, crossed the street at the green light, and headed straight for the karaoke place.

She wanted to wait for her friend.

"Mine will bring her. Just go in first. If they don't come, I'll call."

We managed to get inside—just the two of us. Her friend never showed.

She called—no answer.

Do you have any idea how happy I was inside? Just being alone with her in that room sent excitement rushing back.

If we'd gone that far under others' eyes, what would happen here—away from view?

She tried calling her friend a few more times, then gave up.

We sang a few upbeat songs first. Then, during my favorite—Na Hoon-a's "Love"—I slowly pulled her into a blues dance.

The excitement from the club came rushing back.

My lower body already knew—fully hard.

I always get hard when dancing the blues with a woman. Guess I'm in good shape.

When my song ended, her reserved track came on—a ballad, title forgotten. I stood behind her, gently wrapping my arms around her waist.

I felt a soft, slightly protruding belly. I rubbed it, then moved my hands up to her breasts.

From behind, I began massaging her full, heavy breasts through her thin bra. The soft, squishy texture was incredible.

I pressed my hard cock firmly into the valley between her hips and started grinding. I licked her neck.

She kept singing, pretending to be calm.

By the way, the room we were in wasn't fully private—just a small booth, visible from outside. So I kept my back to the door.

But I couldn't stay satisfied with this. We'd already done this at the club. I needed more.

I unbuttoned two buttons of her blouse and slipped my right hand inside—into her bra.

Her singing paused for a second—then continued. She was excited now.

I gently rubbed her breasts, pinched her nipple slightly, twisted it—then pulled her free hand behind her back.

She knew what I wanted—rub my cock.

Her hand moved to my crotch and started stroking—like she'd been waiting.

Electric shocks shot through me.

Worried about being seen, I slowly unzipped my pants and guided her hand into my underwear.

Her touch was soft, gentle.

Already slick with pre-cum, sticky—

Her hand began gently rubbing the head of my cock, then started stroking—faster now, like she was going to make me cum.

My tongue went wild—licking her neck, sucking her ear, then sliding my tongue into her ear canal.

Her singing became more broken. Moans mixed with lyrics. But she never let go of the mic.

I couldn't hide my excitement anymore.

With one hand still massaging her breast, I moved the other down her waist, under her skirt, toward her pussy.

My right hand boldly entered her panties.

They were already soaked. Her entire area was drenched.

Among all the women I'd been with, none had ever been this wet.

Later, when she came, I was shocked again by how much she released.

Her patience snapped. She slammed the mic onto the table and shivered all over.

"Ah~~ah~~, huuu~uh! Haa~oo~"

Strange moans—my arousal spiked. I plunged my fingers deep into her pussy and started thrusting.

"Ah~ah~ak, gently~, ah~~??~hungh, hah hah hah huu~oo~"

Her hand moved faster. I could feel it—close to cumming. I turned her around.

I kissed her wildly, sucking her lips. Her tongue pushed into my mouth—long, thick.

I sucked hard, one hand rubbing and thrusting into her pussy, the other attacking her back entrance.

I squeezed and released—she lost control.

She grabbed my neck, slipped her hand under my shirt, stroked my back, then under my belt, grabbing my ass—hands flying everywhere.

She was the type who couldn't control her body when turned on. The more she lost it, the higher my excitement climbed.

The music had already ended. The room was quiet.

I quickly selected a disco medley and pressed play.

I laid her down on the sofa. By now, we were too far gone to care about being seen.

That's when I noticed—my cock was sticking out through the open zipper. I pressed it against her thin skirt, rubbing her mound again.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah~~hungh~~, hng! Huh~ee~eng! Haa~~aa~~"

Her moans were unreal. If I hadn't played the music, someone would've heard. I started unbuttoning her blouse.

Her bra had already slipped above her breasts.

I bit her nipple gently, sucked it—then as I rubbed her thigh, she grabbed my head and shoved it harder into her chest.

I thought I'd suffocate.

I had to change plans. I'd originally planned to tease her slowly here, then move to a motel next door. But there was no time for that now.

I pulled her panties down, hooking one leg. I unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants and underwear down just enough to free my cock—keeping my shirt covering the front.

"What are you doing? What if someone comes in?"

I didn't answer. I lifted her skirt, placed my cock at her entrance, and covered her body with mine.

"People outside might see."

I turned—saw people walking past. Yeah, we'd get caught like this.

I pulled her up and moved her to the corner by the window—sitting her so only her upper body was visible from outside.

The song was ending. I queued another disco medley—pre-booked.

I started sucking her breasts, completely unbuttoning her blouse. I licked down her belly, then lifted her skirt all the way up to her waist.

I buried my face deep into her pussy—drenched with her juices.

Sitting, she couldn't spread her legs wide, so I used my fingers, tongue, and lips to reach as deep as possible—stimulating every sensitive spot.

"Ah~~~ah~~~I'm gonna cum, there's so much liquid?"

Suddenly, she pulled my head up, then pushed me down into the chair.

My cock was dangling—she gently grabbed it with both hands, then, with a hot breath, took it deep into her mouth.

Ah~~, that ecstasy. It's still vivid. She moved her head in and out, deep-throating me—sucking like she couldn't get enough.

"Sllluuurp, chhhuuup~. Namlam namlam, hrrrllll, zzzzlllp"

"Hah! Hah! Hah! Ah~ee~hah! Haa~~aa~ak``"

I massaged her large breasts with both hands.

Her excitement kept rising—then suddenly, she lifted her skirt, pulled my pants and underwear down to her knees.

She turned her hips toward me, sat on my lap, grabbed my hard cock, and slowly, carefully, guided it into her hole.

Ah~~that hot, tight tunnel, overflowing with liquid—my groans, her near-screams, and the music all blending together.

I grabbed her hips and lifted her up, driving my cock deep. Her hips began rising and falling.

My piston thrusts began.

Our rhythm synced—faster and faster. Her hands grabbed mine, pressing them harder against her breasts—then more liquid poured out, soaking my thighs.

Our fucking grew more intense—her wetness now running down my thighs, dripping onto the sofa.

Her pussy started clenching my cock. I couldn't control myself.

I thrust harder. The dripping juices tickled my balls—my arousal peaked.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Hah! Hah! Hah! Ah~ baby, I'm cumming. It's tingling—ah~~~so damn itchy"

"Ah~hkk! I'm cumming too"

We were giving it everything—rushing toward the final climax.

Every time her pussy twitched, more liquid gushed out. I felt a hot surge in my spine—and emptied deep inside her, flooding her core.

She didn't let go of my cock, even as it softened—sucking hard, showing incredible pussy strength.

The sofa I sat on was soaked—like someone had pissed on it. My pants were damp too.

I couldn't tell if it was piss or pussy juice.

"Baby, you're incredible. Where did a young guy like you learn these skills? Your foreplay, your thrusting—so damn good. I think I came three times tonight. Did you feel it? I was so turned on. Let's get out of here."

We had no reason to stay. We quickly left, worried someone might see.

The karaoke staff probably cursed us out when they saw that sofa later.

I pulled my damp pants up—felt gross. Should've just gone to a motel from the start.