At Home (2)
Choi Deok-hun reached out with greasy, gleaming eyes.
He seized my wrist and lifted it high, exposing my armpit.
Startled by the sudden motion, I tried to settle him down.
“Please calm down a little.”
“Calm down?”
He laughed low in his throat and tilted his head.
“Looks like you still don’t understand…”
Before the words even finished, hot breath brushed against my armpit.
I flinched hard.
“Kya! What are you doing?!”
I tried to pull away, but my wrist was locked in his grip; I couldn’t move properly. Being this close made my breathing turn shallow.
“Mmm… nice.”
His scorching breath touched the armpit that had grown lightly damp from tension.
Along with that cool-then-hot sensation, I felt just how aroused Choi Deok-hun already was.
“Your body, you know… even when you’re just sitting still, it makes a man want to put his hands on you.”
He locked those oily eyes on mine, then slowly dragged his gaze downward.
Lips. Throat. Chest.
Past my navel, he stared straight at the most precious place of all.
“Please… don’t cross the line…”
“That depends on how long you can hold out.”
Still chuckling darkly, he lifted my body just enough to pop the bra hook free with a soft click.
“I never got a proper look until now.”
“Wh… what are you talking about?”
His fingers wriggled, then slid under my clothes and pulled the bra free, holding it up.
“I knew they were big, but…”
He turned the bra this way and that, examining it.
My face burned crimson.
I had nowhere to put my eyes, so I only hung my head lower. Even though I was holding my breath, my chest rose and fell harder and harder.
Choi Deok-hun stared straight through my breasts and asked,
“What cup are you?”
“Th… that…”
“They’re already out in the open. Don’t start playing coy now.”
“…75H.”
At that, Choi Deok-hun’s face lit with surprise. He inspected every angle, then brought the cups that had been pressed against my skin to his nose and inhaled.
“Mmm… even here smells good.”
“Stop… stop smelling it…”
At my words he tossed the bra onto the floor with a soft thud. Then he pressed his nose back into my armpit.
Choi Deok-hun’s hot breath touched my skin. That breath slid past my armpit and settled thickly between my breasts.
I should have looked away, yet my attention only sharpened. Nothing was even touching me, and still everything felt hypersensitive, as if it already had.
“You have no idea how you feel to someone else.”
His low voice pressed right against my ear.
“What… what do you mean?”
“That your body drives a man crazy not just by looking at it—by the smell of it too.”
Even while speaking he kept inhaling. At the same time the hand that had been gripping my wrist slowly slid downward, under my armpit.
I felt the thick weight of his palm, and an unnameable emotion washed over me as well.
Heat began to rise deep inside my body. I couldn’t explain why, yet it wouldn’t stop.
I couldn’t tell whether it was pure tension or something else entirely.
In a trembling voice I tried to soothe him again.
“Th… this is far enough. I can just do it for you, right?”
Choi Deok-hun, still drunk on the scent, finally raised his body.
The instant I saw the way his pants were already bulging as if about to shove themselves upward, I couldn’t look away either.
Strangely, my breathing only grew more ragged.
Choi Deok-hun forced me upright and sat me on the edge of the bed.
My legs refused to hold any real strength.
“Fine. Touching you is something I can do anytime.”
He stood and looked down at me. When I kept my eyes lowered, staring only at his thighs and calves, he called to me.
“What are you doing? You said you’d take care of it. Do I have to teach you from the beginning again?”
At his words my trembling hands reached for his pants—only for his hand to block the motion.
He hadn’t even touched me, yet my hands stopped cold.
It was only my hands that were stopped, but my entire body locked up as if it had been seized.
“Back then we were at the café, so I let it slide… but right now it’s just the two of us…”
He shrugged, then spread both arms wide.
“We should take it nice and slow from the start.”
I couldn’t move a single step. My gaze only sank lower.
My head was screaming at me to stop, yet my body was already leaning the other way.
My breath grew shorter and shorter.
Heat rose for no reason I could name.
I should have refused…
Yet somehow I only grew more sensitive.
I stood, laid my hands on Choi Deok-hun’s clothes, and with shaking fingers peeled off his shirt and pants.
I gripped the last scrap of fabric and paused for a moment.
The smell that stabbed at my nose grew sharper by the second.
The closer I got, the denser that sensation became.
Trembling, I slowly pulled it down.
At once the enormous thing was revealed.
Perhaps because it was still broad daylight, I could see every detail far more clearly than I had that time in the café.
I was staring blankly at his cock when Choi Deok-hun’s voice reached me.
“All right. Now it’s your turn.”
I jerked upright in shock.
“What… why do I have to take mine off too?”
“Not everything, but…”
He grabbed the hem of my top and yanked it upward. My navel was bared without a second thought.
Just as the underside of my breasts was about to come free, I hurriedly stopped his hands.
“I… I said I’d do it for you…”
“I told you today it would be two things.”
His fingers jabbed at my breasts through the fabric. Then, without warning—
He squeezed.
“Hnn…”
“Quite the reaction.”
He flicked the tips that had already poked out through the cloth with his fingertips. Every time his nails scraped across the fabric, my body shuddered.
When I tried to cover my chest with my arms, he spoke.
“Today we’re using the tits too.”
“My… breasts?”
“Yeah. Use those tits.”
He stripped my top the rest of the way off and tossed it onto the floor.
Then, as if nothing had happened, he leaned back and sprawled across the bed.
“Ah. Don’t start right away.”
“Huh…?”
“Going slow makes it more fun.”
He tapped his own chest with a finger.
“From the top.”
My clenched fists trembled hard.
This was supposed to be pure revulsion.
And yet…
“Looks like A-yeong’s enjoying herself too.”
“…What do you mean…”
“You’re not even trying to hide it.”
His gaze dropped lower.
“At this point your body’s already being honest.”
I looked down and saw that the fabric between my legs had darkened, soaked through.
“No matter how you look at it, it’s filthy sexy. More than that—I’m about to lose it, so hurry up and start.”
He urged me on. Unable to resist, I climbed on top of his body.
He was heavy-set, yet muscle still stood out clearly along his arms and legs.
From above I hesitated, unsure what to do next.
“What are you waiting for? If you really don’t know, start with a kiss…”
“No kissing.”
“Heh… cute. Then how about here?”
He pointed at his own chest.
“Just do what I did to you—and what I’m about to do.”
I thought about his words for a moment. Then I slowly brought my face close to one of his nipples.
“Hnn…”
I carefully began to suck on one nipple while gently rolling the other between my fingers.
“That’s good.”
He made a pleased sound and stroked my arms and waist.
Whether it was his touch or the act itself, my body grew steadily more aroused.
The hesitation and disgust I had felt before coming here were fading, growing hazy.
I wasn’t even masturbating…
Just caressing a man’s body was enough to drown me in intense excitement.
I felt wetness where my legs brushed against his cock.
When I turned my head to look, clear fluid was leaking from him, soaking into my pants.
“Not bad. Now try it with your mouth first.”
As if entranced by his words, I shifted lower and took his cock straight into my mouth.
“Hnn…”
A musky scent that still somehow pleased my body spread across my tongue.
I slowly wrapped the tip with my tongue, then immediately took him deep.
“Ghk…”
“Ah… good. You’re getting good at this on your own now.”
The thick cock pressed pleasantly against my throat. Without even realizing it, my hand slipped inside my pants and gently rubbed my clit.
“Hnn… hahh…”
Schlick— schlick—
His cock twitched in fine little spasms, sending me a clear signal of pleasure. At the same time my own excitement and pleasure climbed higher.
“Kh… I’m coming. Take it.”
“Hnnnngh!”
His hips shuddered finely and he poured out his semen. The thick, musky flavor flooded my mouth.
At the same moment a sharp jolt raced up my spine and my own body climaxed, squirting hard.
“Cough… hnnngh…”
My lower half growing wetter and wetter, the bitter taste spreading through my mouth. It should have been disgusting, yet no revulsion came—only deeper arousal.
“Good. Now show me…”
Following his order I opened my mouth and cupped my hand underneath. Thick semen mixed with spit drooled out in a long strand into my palm.
“Heh heh heh… I really like that. Now…”
With unfocused eyes I looked up at his face, waiting for whatever he would say next.
“Swallow every last drop.”
As if hypnotized I stared at my palm. The white fluid, thinned by saliva. I slowly licked it up; the bitter taste spread across my entire tongue.
I didn’t leave a single drop. When I had swallowed everything, Choi Deok-hun sat up and gave my ass a couple of light pats.
“Today really hit the spot.”
The heat that had risen still hadn’t faded; it lingered inside my body. Maybe that was why his touch felt warm.
“Th… this much should be…”
“It felt amazing, but… this much still leaves me wanting.”
At those words I looked at his cock again. He had just finished cumming, yet it stood rigid and towering once more.
“Al… already like this…?”
“I told you last time—I’ve got strong stamina.”
He reached out and squeezed my breasts as if wringing them. Hot body heat flooded from my chest through my entire body.
“This time I’m asking for these tits.”
I looked at the breasts he was fondling. At first I had only thought of them as uselessly huge and far too sensitive.
The moment I imagined wrapping that enormous cock between them, pleasure welled up from deep inside.
“Y-yes…”
“Tease them gently until they’re nice and slick, then…”
He slid his hand into the valley between my breasts.
“Put it right here.”
“…Yes.”
I answered as if entranced.