Chapter 27 - Delicious Aged Wine (R-18)
Her breath hitched as she stared at Jason. "That cock... just putting it in might make me come."
Born a seductress, Michelle lost herself in self-pleasure, imagining the sheer stretch, the raw fullness of being stuffed to the brim with something that big. But no matter how much she teased herself, release stayed just out of reach.
"...Oh my." Her breath shuddered as she watched. "Reika's really going at it... rocking those hips like she's starving for it."
Michelle had worked alongside Reika for years, both on and off the job. She knew her secret—that she was married—and also that Reika had never been one to crave sex, let alone move like that.
It made Michelle wonder—just how good did that cock have to be?
"Ahh... ah..."
As though she were Reika herself, Michelle's fingers slid against her slick folds, teasing the aching heat between her legs. Her arousal surged as Hera and Jason moved together on-screen, their bodies so tightly pressed it looked like he might split her in two.
A shiver ran down Michelle's spine.
"God, I want that too... That kind of deep, hard fucking."
But even as she lost herself in the moment, pleasure coiling through her body, release still eluded her. Eventually, she drew her hand away with a quiet sigh. Her orgasm may have remained out of reach, but her pussy was soaked, flooded—as if it were begging to be filled.
On the monitor, Jason sat back, quiet, his body still radiating his desire.
"...He isn't fully satisfied yet."
Even as his erection slowly faded, Michelle's expert eyes—the eyes of a woman who ruled this pleasure den—could read the truth in his posture, his breathing, his lingering tension.
She glanced at her own folds. Amid the dark labia, a single string of wetness clung like a strand of spider's silk.
"Just one more time..."
Murmuring softly, Michelle rose from her chair. She straightened her clothes, smoothed out her skirt, then turned off the monitor—though the recording continued on her laptop.
With one last glance at the screen, she locked the door and stepped out into the dimly lit hallway.
***
Back to the Present The door creaked open, and in stepped a woman.
She had the air of someone more refined, more experienced. Her makeup was applied with care, but faint lines near her eyes hinted at her age.
'So that's the Madam.'
Jason couldn't recall her name, nor did he care much to. Instead, he simply set his whiskey glass down on the table, a silent invitation for her to speak—if she had something to say.
The Madam gave a mysterious smile, then shut the door behind her.
With a slow, deliberate motion, she loosened the form-fitting white hanbok dress at her shoulder and let it glide down her body.
"...!"
Thud.
The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her completely bare.
Time had softened her curves, her once-bountiful chest now showing signs of age. Her deep-dark nipples stood firm, slightly darker than the rest of her skin. A faint swell lingered on her lower belly, and a patch of damp, seaweed-like pubic hair framed her most intimate spot.
With a sultry smirk, she spread her thighs and used both hands to part her folds.
The glistening pink flesh beneath the dark curls was fully exposed—slick, swollen, inviting. Her labia hung slightly, and her somewhat large crimson clitoris jutted out in clear arousal.
Jason's breath hitched. His cock, which had softened in the aftermath of his earlier exploits, now stirred back to life, thickening impressively at the sight before him.
Noticing his reaction, the Madam's lips curled into a satisfied grin.
"Darling," she purred, voice dripping with sultry confidence, "care to taste the famed pussy—once hailed as Korea's finest?"
She spread her dark petals wider, moisture stringing between them like dewy filaments.
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Jason swallowed discreetly, eyes flickering over her exposed form.
"Madam, I have two conditions."
Her brows lifted slightly.
"...Hmm? I've already said some rather embarrassing things—yet you still have conditions?"
Jason stepped forward, his cock now fully erect, bobbing with each movement.
"First—the drink bill. It's not much anyway."
The Madam blinked, then chuckled, a knowing gleam in her eyes.
Jason wasn't strapped for cash. He could easily charge the tab to his card. But this wasn't about money.
This was about enjoying the full VIP experience—getting the best service, walking away untouched by the bill, and knowing she wanted him that badly.
It was an achievement. A story to tell. And, more than anything—he was curious.
Just how badly did the Madam want his cock?
"Alright. I'll waive the drink bill. What's the other condition?"
Jason leaned in slightly, a smirk playing on his lips. "A photo. I want a picture of your pussy."
The Madam blinked before letting out a low chuckle. "...You want a picture of my pussy?"
"I keep records of the pussies I conquer. A photo's enough. I'd love your face in it, but that might be pushing it."
She gave him a knowing smile. "Go on, then. Snap away. Or should I pose differently?"
Without hesitation, Jason grinned wide. He could tell—she was in heat. Maybe she'd been watching the feed, getting off on everything that had happened in this room.
"This position is perfect."
Between her dark, spread petals, arousal glistened, pooling like nectar from a ripened fruit.
Jason took several shots, the shutter clicking in quick succession. Satisfied, he tossed his phone onto the sofa and pressed the head of his cock against her drenched folds, rubbing himself along her slippery heat.
"Mmm."
His cock throbbed at the sensation, slickness coating his length in warm, silken wetness.
"You're quite hairy," he noted, teasing his tip against her swollen clit. "Don't you usually trim? As Madam, you might look better that way."
She let out a soft laugh. "I'm no spring chicken anymore. Besides, most of my clients prefer a natural look."
At The Swan Tavern, thirty was still considered young. Most clients were men well into their fifties, some even older—conservative types who preferred a woman untouched by modern trends.
"Unlike the West, Eastern women don't wax as much. But hair or not... a pussy's a pussy."