I meet Yura twice a week, and one of those days, usually Saturday, is spent at her place. Since the other meeting is due to work commitments, effectively, I only get one personal day with Yura each week. For both of us, that time is incredibly precious.
If circumstances were better and I had more free time, I’d meet her multiple times a week. Unfortunately, for various reasons, I’m not in a position to see her leisurely every day. That’s why I always do my best during our weekly drinking sessions to ensure Yura doesn’t feel any regret.
I’m not entirely sure how Yura feels about it all, but I think she recognizes the effort I’m putting in.
Lately, I’ve been using work as an excuse to avoid meeting on weekdays, and this has become a significant concern for me. There are other worries too, but I try not to think about them when I’m with Yura. The same goes for others—Yubin, Hayang, SuA, and Milky Way. When I’m with them, I avoid letting other thoughts intrude.
I’m not casually juggling five relationships, nor do I intend to shirk the responsibilities I’ve taken on. Since they all care for me sincerely, I feel I must treat them with equal sincerity.
As mentioned earlier, due to various complications, I often use busyness as an excuse when meeting others. My recent concern is how long this excuse will hold, but for now, I’ll set that aside.
The refrigerator door creaked open, casting light into the unlit kitchen.
As Yura reached for a bottle, she leaned against the fridge for support. I, meanwhile, grabbed her hips and began thrusting vigorously.
“Mmm, ahh… Uhn, ah! Ah, aaah!”
Yura carefully stepped forward to avoid slipping, and by the time we reached the fridge, she bent over slightly. Seeing her like that made my desire explode once more.
The wet, sticky sounds filled the air as I plunged deep into her repeatedly. Yura, her expression melting, leaned into the open fridge to catch the cool breeze.
“How’s this? Good?”
“Y-yes… Ohh! Ah! Mmm, ah, aah!”
Every time I pulled out, a mix of fluids dripped onto the floor, but I paid no mind and kept pushing back into her.
Yura, who produces a lot of fluid, took the rough thrusts without issue.
“Want it harder?”
I pounded her with enough force to shake her against the fridge, and Yura let out a loud moan.
“Mmm! Ahh, ah, yes! Harder, please!”
As my thrusts intensified, Yura felt greater pleasure, which only drove me to move even more aggressively.
I felt the urge to grab and squeeze her swaying breasts, but since she was leaning precariously against the fridge, I had to hold her hips steady instead.
“Mmm, ah! Keep going, don’t stop!”
I thought she wanted me to pause for a moment, but she insisted I don’t stop. I couldn’t quite tell what she wanted.
“S-slow down a bit?”
“Ah, no! Not that! Mmm!”
Unsure, I pushed in as deep as possible.
As the tip of my cock pressed against her cervix, Yura reached her climax, and her walls tightened around me.
She’s so unpredictable. But I hope she stays this way because it’s what makes her Yura.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Mmm, ahh… Ah, yes!”
With her climax in full swing, I pulled out almost completely before thrusting back in with force.
An empty bottle tipped over inside the fridge but thankfully didn’t break. I helped Yura straighten up and closed the fridge door.
“Haa, haa… haa…”
Breathing heavily, Yura leaned against me, and I waited for her to calm down.
“You okay? Want me to pull out?”
“Don’t… don’t pull out.”
Despite her panting and apparent difficulty, I knew she’d be upset if I pulled out now, so I left it in.
Bending down, Yura picked up the bottle that had fallen. It was a large bottle of alcohol. Since discovering sweet wines, Yura had been experimenting with various drinks, and today she had prepared a cocktail mixed with soda.
“We should take the glasses too, right?”
“Mmm…”
“It’s awkward, so let’s do it one at a time.”
In her current state, Yura couldn’t carry everything at once without risking dropping something. Part of me wanted to see her like this a bit longer, so I just grabbed the bottle and headed to the living room.
“Ugh, ah! Mmm, ah!”
With each step, my cock stirred inside her, and Yura continued to moan.
“Mmm! Ahh, ah!”
As she occasionally reached climax, Yura left puddles on the floor. I ignored it and kept moving her along, ensuring she felt the stimulation again before her climax even subsided.
“Now, let’s set the glasses down.”
“Mmm…”
Walking was more exhausting than the thrusting on the bed, and Yura was overwhelmed as my cock stimulated her walls with every step.
After four trips carrying drinks, snacks, and cups, Yura had climaxed countless times. Finally, with the last cup set down, I sat on the sofa, still inside her.
With her legs spread wide on top of me, Yura, exhausted from the moving, leaned back against me.
“You worked hard. It was tough, huh?”
“Haa… the climax… it won’t stop.”
While massaging her heaving chest, I decided to prepare the drink for her. It was challenging to move while she was on top, but with some stretching, I could reach the ingredients.
After mixing the drink to a certain ratio, I handed Yura her glass.
“Can you drink it?”
“I can drink.”
Despite her heavy breathing, she seemed fine drinking, so I clinked my glass with hers.
“It’s good.”
I had been curious about the combination of sweet alcohol and soda, and it turned out much better than expected, filling my mouth with flavor.
Yura also seemed satisfied, taking a big gulp and exhaling deeply. After drinking, her condition improved slightly.
“Good choice.”
As we complimented the drink, Yura mixed more for herself.
“Make mine too.”
“Sure.”
After preparing her drink, I handed her my cup, and she smiled while making mine.
After drinking another glass and enjoying the sweet flavor, I grabbed Yura’s hips again.
“Mmm! Ahh, ah!”
Taking advantage of her distraction, I thrust upward, pressing against her cervix.
“Ahh! Don’t just do it suddenly, ahhh!”
“We’ve had our drink, now let’s do what needs to be done.”
With renewed energy, I started thrusting again, and Yura moved her hips with me without resistance.
“Ahh, ah, mmm, ah!”
Though her condition had improved with the drink, Yura’s body was still sensitive. She had shifted from being overwhelmed by constant climaxes to maintaining a bit more control.
“Not yet, mmm, ahh!!”
Grabbing her hips, I pulled her down, timing it so my tip fully pressed against her cervix, creating a deep connection.
“Mmm!”
Releasing the pent-up desire from earlier, I came inside her again, filling her womb.
Her hand still held her unfinished drink, which settled as my movements stopped.
I took the cup from her hand and brought it to her lips.
“Yura, want a sip?”
“Mmm, ahh…”
Still catching her breath from the climax, Yura leaned in and drank the remaining liquid.
Then an idea struck me.
“Yura, this is a mixed drink, right?”
“Mmm? Yes… huh?”
As she realized my intent, her face turned red—whether from the alcohol or embarrassment, it didn’t matter.
“Fill this a bit.”
I held up the cup she had just drunk from, and Yura took the bottle on the table, pouring a bit into the glass. When enough was poured, I said, “That’s enough,” and she put the bottle down. Then I added, “Stand up for a moment.”
Yura hesitated but slowly stood up, and my cock, which had been inside her for a long time, slipped out.
A mix of semen and fluids dripped from her, and I caught it in the cup.
Though it didn’t mix with the drink, it didn’t matter—it didn’t need to mix.
“Done. Sit back down.”
“Mmm.”
She complied, spreading her legs and lowering herself onto my tip once more.
“Ahh! Mmm!”
As I pressed against her cervix again, Yura moaned, unfamiliar with the pleasure. I held the cup to her lips.
The bizarre mix of fluids floated in the cup, and Yura seemed excited by the sight, her face flushing red. Though her face was already red, her contracting walls confirmed her arousal.
“Here, your favorite drink.”
With a heavy breath, Yura stared at the cup and took a sip. I tilted it slowly, feeding her the mix.
The sound of her swallowing echoed.
She downed it in one go, and I set the cup back on the table.
“How was it?”
“……”
She squeezed her eyes shut, and when she opened them, they were filled with lust as she looked at me.
“Delicious.”
Though it was just a simple remark, her expression, flushed face, heavy breath, and lewd gaze made it impossible for me to resist.
“Mmm! Ahh, ah! Ah, yes!”
Without warning, we started moving again, and Yura matched my rhythm from on top.
Lewd sounds filled the room once more, and soon after…
As I thrust into Yura lying on the sofa, I took a sip of the new drink and kissed her.
“Mmm, ahh…”
I don’t know if it’s good or bad to share drinks while having sex, but I couldn’t forget the thrill of that day we drank wine together.
Yura, who loves kissing, seems to prefer it more with alcohol involved.
“Mmm, ahh…”
While exchanging a kiss with the drink in my mouth, I didn’t stop thrusting.
With one final deep thrust, I came inside her again, losing count of how many times it was.
When I regained consciousness, it was morning, and Yura and I lay naked side by side in bed. I remembered moving to the bedroom at some point, but not how much longer we’d continued.
“How are you?”
“Ahh!”
When I checked on Yura, she immediately hugged me and rubbed her face against my chest.
“Sleep well?”
“Yes, thanks to you.”
“You’re beautiful.”
“Heehee.”
Her giggling at the compliment made me smile. The fact that this lovely Kwon Yura is my girlfriend, even after all the sex last night and a cheerful good morning, made me feel incredibly happy.
“Want to go again?”
“Just a little?”
Her question was met with a question of my own, but it was more of an answer. As our eyes met, we smiled, and then pulled the blanket over us.
