Your Girlfriend Was Amazing

Chapter 57: Ah, I Really Don't Want to Talk to Him

Chapter 57: Ah, I Really Don't Want to Talk to Him

Ah, I Really Don't Want to Talk to Him

"Minsoo, calm down. You've never tasted it anyway."

Minsoo continued to scream endlessly. He couldn't even hold the phone properly as the screen showed the asphalt road.

I turned the volume down, realizing it would be a while before I could make sense of what he was saying.

"Ha… Ha… Ah… Ah… Am I… Am I amazing…?" Yoomin squeezed her pussy harder and mumbled as if my words pleased her.

In an effort to enhance Minsoo's auditory experience, I drew the phone closer, and as I smacked Yoomin's ass, a scream filled with pleasure resonated. While sobbing, he spoke unintelligibly, reducing his pronunciation to a tangled, senseless jumble.

"Why am I doing this? Because she's too good to be wasted on someone like you." I spat out my words and thrust my hips.

You think you deserve a girl like her?

Minsoo would likely blame me more than himself. He'd paint me as the villain, thinking if it weren't for me, they'd be the lovey-dovey couple. He's probably convinced that Yoomin is falling for some twisted scheme.

"Minsoo, you think Yoomin is being deceived?"

[…?]

The phone screen once again revealed Yoomin's face. With my cock buried inside her, she wore a bright smile with spit and cum dribbling from her mouth. Trembling eyes, pupils half-dilated—it was a face her boyfriend had never seen before. She looked happier than a kid in a candy store.

Minsoo grappled to hold his phone once more and fixated his eyes on the screen. His attention landed on the unknown breast canyon, a sight he'd never witnessed because it was typically tucked away. He was such a sad sack that even now, he couldn't hold back his horny urges, drawn to that spot like a depraved moth to a flame.

"Minsoo, see this? It's what Yoomin loves. Have you ever seen her make this expression before?"

"Ah… Haa… Haa… Min… soo… Ah…"

Yoomin moved her hips while impaling herself on my cock. She jutted her ass out and brought her waist down for a position that allowed me to penetrate deeper. Her fingers danced on her clit as she moaned and drooled in ecstasy.

Minsoo was helpless and couldn't see the whole picture. All the he could see was Yoomin's face plastered on the screen which was lost in pure bliss.

"Huh? This guy is really something."

Initially, I thought the screen shaking was just due to the atmosphere. Or maybe he was struggling to grip the phone because he couldn't stomach seeing his girl like this. But on a closer look, his legs were twitching. I pondered what was happening between his legs, but there was only one answer.

"You get hard watching your girl getting fucked by another guy?"

­[Ah… No! Hell no! You bastard!]

I couldn't help but mockingly laugh.

He held up the phone high, giving me a full view of his questionable fashion choices. Skinny jeans were not kind to his tiny package – it looked even more shriveled. His boner was like a caged animal, struggling to rise in that tight denim confinement.

"Haa… Hng… It's… Ah… Give me a kiss… Ah, please…"

"Stick out your tongue."

"Y-Yes…"

Yoomin's crimson tongue slithered out. It was bathed in sticky man-glaze and formed patches of pearly white. As the mix of spit and cum collected at the tip, it plopped onto the phone screen with a subtle sound. It looked like it landed on Minsoo's face and his contorted mug screamed that he was aware of what's being shown on the screen.

He was unable to close his mouth, sobbing, screaming, and shedding tears. He had been doing this non-stop, seemingly tireless.

"If I show more in detail, he might just climax right there."

How much worse would it be if he learned Yoomin and I signed a witch's pact? If he stumbled upon the fact that Yoomin blessed me with an absolute trust contract? And, to add fuel to the fire, if he knew that I fucked her brains out on my first day at the academy.

I have to cut off any budding hope right now instead of revealing one by one later. So, I spoke up, "Listen carefully, Minsoo. Record it if you want, enjoy it later at your own pace."

"Fuck… Ha… Ah… Master, your cock… so good… Ah…! I'm cumming… Master…!" Yoomin was reaching her climax and pleading in a voice filled with pleasure.

"Minsoo, don't hang up. There's a lot I want to tell you." I yanked up one of Yoomin's legs, and her pussy was on display like a dog taking a leak.

Tongues locked in a steamy kiss, Yoomin kept on panting with a fervor. Her whole body convulsed and twitched, seemingly in a hurry. It was as if her pussy had transformed into a vacuum. It was sucking and slurping my dick without mercy.

"Ah…! Haa… Ah… Agh… I… I wanna pee…"

"Just do it here. It's just piss anyway."

"It's… em… barrassing…"

Every time my cock plunged into her, there was a squelching sound, like stirring in a well-contracted puddle.

Since Yoomin has been exclusively having sex with me, her pussy has molded perfectly to my dick. That's why she probably doesn't even realize how easily she can reach orgasm.

"Ugh… Haa… Eeuuugh… Ahh… Ma…ster…"

Minsoo slumped in place as if he couldn't bear it anymore. Yoomin, having no strength left to give, dropped her face onto the bed.

[Yoomin… Yoomin! Stop it! Baek Taeyang! You bastard!]

His plea to stop was drowned out by Yoomin's blatant moans that followed.

"Ah… Master… I hate… you… Ah…h!"

Splurt—

The dam blocking Yoomin's pussy burst, and the sound of splattering fluids echoed. Minsoo never closed his eyes even once; he kept watching this ongoing spectacle. Though only Yoomin's forehead was visible on the screen, he never blinked.

Does he realize this is his the final moment?

With his skinny jeans on and legs crossed, his hands and eyes showed no sign of movement.

I grabbed Yoomin's hair and lifted her face. Her dilated pupils revealed no strength, drowned in pleasure. Nothing else registered in her eyes as she smiled radiantly.

"She's really pretty, right, Minsoo?"

[T-That…]

"Let me tell you…"

Unable to muster the courage to end the call nor find the strength to confront directly, Minsoo felt the explosion of inferiority he had always carried. It paralyzed him. He knew who fit better with Yoomin, he just couldn't face it because he was lulled into the comfort of their relationship. Now that the reality hit him, he couldn't act on it. Quietly facing the moment of separation might be the best thing for himself.

He was looking at the situation with eyes as if he had finished rationalizing. Despite yelling and begging us to stop, he never asked where we were. If he didn't have the courage to intervene, cutting off even the hope of continuing love is the right thing to do.

"Do you know when we first had sex? It was when you were waiting for us by the academy gate after classes."

After that, I spilled every secret Minsoo was oblivious to—what Yoomin gave me at the main gate that day, and the content of the video she sent me. I laid out all the details, except for the witch contract.

I'll save this one for later.

Even though I initially planned to spill everything, there might still be a flicker of hope in Minsoo's mind. It would be more effective to keep this ace up my sleeve in case he dreams up some absurd plan to rescue Yoomin.

When he grasps that the so-called love he believed in couldn't even fulfill a pact with a witch. That realization alone would plunge him into colossal despair.

"Minsoo, say something."

[What do you want from me…]

"Master… Yoomin's pussy is starving… Please feed it…"

"Ah, sorry, Minsoo, just wait a moment."

Minsoo's rebellious cry drowned out Yoomin's hunger. I hadn't properly fucked her during our entire conversation, and she didn't appreciate that. She wanted to relish the sensation of her belly filling up as soon as possible.

"Yoomin's pussy… Feed it… Hnng… Please…"

Minsoo, already seated, laid his body flat, lacking any strength to support himself. He couldn't even hear the murmur of countless people on the street. Strangely, nobody seemed to pity him.

The sounds of intense fucking reverberated through the wide-open pussy. It looked like the bed might break with the forceful thrusts, mixed with violent flesh-slapping sounds. No matter how clueless he was, he knew what's going on.

"Minsoo, I'm cumming in your girlfriend's pussy right now."

Not for the first time.

With those words, I thrust into her pussy, reached the root, and shot my load.

"Master's cum… in my womb…ahh… entering… hah… ah…"

I thought it was enough so I hung up the call.

From now on, Melanie can handle the talking. It's the best moment for Minsoo's pure love to continue.

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"I really don't want to talk to him."

Melanie had been observing Kim Minsoo's behavior from start to finish.

Why bother talking to someone like that? He was screaming on the street, causing a nuisance. I don't know what happened, but the cause was undoubtedly Baek Taeyang.

"I'm involved in a losing deal here…"

No matter how hard I try to block the media, it's bound to leak. Being part of this incident, all for just one test of our new weapon… It's the worst deal ever.

"Sigh… Please drive towards Kim Minsoo."

"Yes, young miss."

Melanie vowed to handle dealings with Baek Taeyang more meticulously from now on.