Chapter 69: Schneider
Chapter 69: Schneider
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"How would you like it cut, sir?"
"As quickly as possible, please."
I'd returned to the salon in the apartment complex's shopping arcade.
On my previous visit, I'd seen nothing worth taking. So-ra, though, had left many tools behind because she ran out of bags.
She filled two bags, including my backpack, and even eyed the perm machine. I barely persuaded her to leave it and return home.
"Have you had a difficult day?"
"Not particularly. For some reason, haircuts always make me sleepy."
"Come this way."
I drifted off, and before I knew it, the haircut was finished.
I followed So-ra into the bathroom.
"Ah! I can wash it myself after I get home."
"No, I'll wash it. I need to check afterward whether anything requires touching up."
I considered simply returning home, but So-ra stopped me.
A small shower stool stood in the center of the bathroom.
"Would you mind removing your shirt? This isn't a proper salon, so it'll probably get wet."
"I could wash it myself and leave... Fine. I should listen to the stylist."
The determination in So-ra's eyes made me remove my short-sleeved shirt.
Crouching on the small pink plastic stool felt ridiculous.
Rustle.
Reflected in the mirror, So-ra suddenly pulled off her outer shirt in one smooth motion.
"I'll probably get wet too."
Meeting my eyes, So-ra murmured softly and brought over the showerhead.
Now wearing only a white sleeveless top and short shorts, she tested the water temperature.
"Lower your head and close your eyes."
Despite my offer to do it myself, she insisted on washing my hair in that awkward position.
The soft skin of So-ra's bare shoulders and arms brushed against me from time to time.
That was her breast...
Rub-rub-rub-rub
As she worked in the shampoo, she massaged my scalp with her fingertips.
The massage felt cool and pleasant, but I began to worry about So-ra's back.
Remaining bent over in such an awkward position had to hurt.
"Whoa, this posture is terrible... Raid Leader, could you rinse it yourself?"
"Yes. Hand it over and step outside first."
She finally admitted that the position was impractical and handed me the showerhead.
I rinsed quickly, dried my hair roughly with a towel, and returned to the living room.
"Have a seat again."
In that brief time, she had swept away all the cut hair and tidied the area.
When I sat, she fastened the barber cape around my bare shoulders. The fabric felt strange against my skin.
There was no need to fuss this much over my hair...
"One moment... This mirror is inconvenient."
We were using the apartment's full-length mirror, which was too narrow for her work.
So-ra took my head between both hands, bent at the waist, and examined the cut carefully from every angle.
With her arms extended and body bent forward, her cleavage was displayed directly before my eyes.
The deep shadow between her breasts was visible through the opening of the white sleeveless top.
She wore a bra, but it covered little enough that the full curves of her breasts shifted directly in front of me.
She might have been even larger than Seon-yeong.
"All finished. Thank you for your patience."
"Thanks. You worked hard too, so get some rest."
"Wow. Our Raid Leader looks even more handsome with a clean haircut."
So-ra delivered the sort of enthusiastic flattery a stylist might use on a middle-aged customer.
I pretended to inspect the haircut in the mirror, buying time for my erection to subside.
"Hahaha, flattery won't earn you anything extra."
"Aww... You already gave me plenty of cigarettes. Please visit again, and don't forget to leave a good review."
Once my erection had subsided somewhat, I stood and tried to help her clean.
So-ra declared that business hours weren't over and pushed me away.
She said she had another customer, and Eun-mi opened the door and entered.
We truly were living well.
I hoped this peaceful life could continue.
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"Huh? Kyaa! Raid Leader?"
"What the hell? Why did you come in without a shirt?"
"Ah, my shirt would have gotten wet, so I... Sorry. I'll go inside immediately."
I returned home and walked directly into the women gathered in the living room.
Su-jin covered her eyes in surprise, but I could see her peeking through the gaps between her fingers.
Why bother covering them?
I hurried into the master bedroom and went straight to the bathroom.
After a quick shower, I emerged to find Seon-yeong sitting on the bed.
"So you bared your body for another woman, did you?"
"It wasn't like that. I didn't show her everything."
"You had your whole top off. Come here."
Seon-yeong took out the hair dryer and beckoned me toward the vanity chair.
"It's short now. I don't think I need a dryer."
"You still need to dry it properly. A towel won't dry the roots."
I sat obediently before her, and she dried my hair with gentle hands.
"My man is so handsome."
After finishing, Seon-yeong stroked my face.
"Taking your clothes off wherever you go..."
Muttering to herself, she slowly slid her hand down and began caressing my body.
Her hand traveled from my neck across my chest, and soon her lips pressed against mine.
Smooch, smooch, slurp
We exchanged deep, lingering kisses while her hands roamed busily over my bare skin.
Before I realized it, my own hands were peeling away Seon-yeong's thin clothes.
"Haa... Baby, your muscles feel amazing. Lick."
While undressing me, Seon-yeong continued fondling my shoulders and chest.
Slowly, we stripped each other and lay naked on the bed.
"Our prince is eager again today, isn't he? Ha-ump."
Lick, lick, smooch
We lay entwined until Seon-yeong slid downward and began licking my fully erect cock.
Her tongue moved over the glans and shaft, then explored the surrounding skin of my groin.
A shiver ran through me. Wanting to taste her as well, I opened my mouth.
"Put your butt this way."
Seon-yeong lifted her mouth briefly, climbed over me, and spread her legs.
When I looked up, moisture glistened along the cleft between her parted thighs.
She lowered herself facedown over my body and positioned her hips directly above my face.
I adjusted our legs and shoulders until we lay comfortably in a sixty-nine position, then we began caressing each other.
Squelch, squelch, slurrrp, smack, smack
I fingered Seon-yeong's pussy and sucked it with my mouth.
As though competing, we touched and tasted each other while the heat between us steadily intensified.
The room filled with wet sucking and lewd, squelching sounds.
"Haa... ahng. Baby, stop and put it in. Quickly."
Unable to endure the teasing any longer, the thoroughly aroused Seon-yeong urged me on in a coquettish voice.
With her face still close to my cock, I pushed her away, rose, and entered her immediately from behind.
"Ah... ah... huk, huk, huuuung..."
Slap-slap
I slapped Seon-yeong's large white backside hard enough to leave the print of my hand.
"Aiyng... That hurts. B-baby, hnk... do it from the front... I want to kiss you."
I had no idea how many times I had thrust back and forth.
She turned her flushed face to look back at me.
Her needy, pleading voice made me want to tease her further.
I drove forward once with force, withdrew my cock, and let Seon-yeong collapse onto the bed.
At once, I retrieved the vibrator from the wardrobe.
"Baby, hurry. Put it back in deeper."
What an insatiable little minx.
She had probably learned such dirty talk from something she watched.
Yet she covered her face and couldn't meet my eyes while saying it, apparently embarrassed by her own words.
"Relax."
I took Seon-yeong by the ankles, spread her legs, and entered her deeply from above.
I thrust hard enough to bounce her entire body, then gathered both legs together and held them while pumping rapidly into her.
I covered the pink vibrator with a condom and switched it on. The motor began to buzz.
"Kyaa. Eep... wh-what's this, hu-eep!"
When I touched the vibrating tip to her clitoris, she jerked in shock and lost all composure.
Her vaginal walls clamped around my cock so tightly that moving became difficult.
"Kyaahhng. Hah-ang... B-baby, I-I feel like I'm dying. Keeyah-ang."
"Give me your hand."
I drew Seon-yeong's hand down and wrapped her fingers around the vibrator.
"If you let go, you're in trouble. Hold it tightly."
"Ang, ang. Yes... yes, hah-ang."
Listening to her obedient reply, I concentrated on thrusting into her.
Her slick inner walls clung and clenched around me.
I continued the relentless motion, driving each thrust from my hips.
Smack, smack
The helpless movement of her breasts stirred a sadistic impulse, and I slapped one with my palm.
"Ugh... haa-ap... ee-ying."
Seon-yeong seemed lost in pleasure. Even when I struck her breast, she could form no words and only moaned.
As she took each thrust, her breathing grew increasingly ragged. Soon she was panting harder than I was and struggling to contain the cries forced from her body.
"Baby... ha-ak. I'm coming... ee-ying, I think I'm going to... aaahhh, ak!"
She opened her mouth to speak but released a scream like a cry of pain instead.
Her pussy convulsed and squeezed my cock with all its strength.
The intense pressure pushed me beyond restraint, and I came.
Squirrrrt
"Huk... huk... haa."
"Hng... baby."
Seon-yeong gazed at me through tear-filled eyes.
Without pulling out, I set the vibrator aside, drew her into my arms, and kissed her.
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"Ah, what do I do... It's still tingling. This is so embarrassing."
"It's fine. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. Come here and let me hold you."
We lingered in the afterglow, cleaned ourselves, and lay down together.
Seon-yeong continued complaining that her pussy and clitoris were still tingling.
Apparently bothered by the fluid she had released at the end, she insisted several times that it hadn't been urine.
"Sleep tight."
She'd been fussing like a child, but once curled in my arms, she soon closed her eyes and began breathing evenly.
I rose carefully without waking her and left the bedroom.
The dark living room was silent and still.
I'd resisted smoking immediately after sex because I worried that it might hurt her feelings. By then, the craving was unbearable.
Wanting the cool night air, I took my cigarettes and went down to the first floor.
Seon-yeong called it embarrassing, but did she understand how intoxicating such a sight could be for a man?
The memory of her losing all composure, panting mindlessly and screaming, was overwhelmingly arousing.
Flick, flick
I lit the cigarette and recalled the image of Seon-yeong in disarray.
Something truly seemed different about my body. Imagination alone was already making me hard again.
I'd believed that years of exposure to sexual media had desensitized me and raised the threshold needed for arousal.
Since gaining my abilities, though, I often felt as though I had returned to adolescence.
"Mya-ow~"
"Hmm?"
I looked toward the sound and found the black kitten staring at me.
Its black fur provided absurdly effective camouflage in the night.
Without the gleam of its eyes, I might never have noticed it.
"Go on. This isn't your home."
Assuming it would eventually wander away, I finished my cigarette.
The kitten remained seated and watched me silently until I turned toward the entrance.
Where had its mother gone, leaving it alone?
I wasn't particularly fond of cats.
I'd never even kept a pet in my life.
This was only a sentimental whim brought on by satisfying sex and a pleasant mood.
I happened to remember the bag of cat food, and it wasn't as though humans could eat it.
"I'm only throwing this away."
Right. It had nothing to do with finding the animal pitiful or cute.
I went upstairs, returned with the food, and repeated that thought while scattering some onto the bare ground.
If it was hungry, it would eat.
After one final glance at the black ball of fur huddled in the corner, I headed inside.
Another thought occurred to me as I climbed the stairs, and irritation followed.
What if it choked while eating the dry food?
Resigned to the inconvenience, I fetched water and made another trip up and down the stairs.
All the while, I repeatedly told myself that it was nothing more than a whim.