Chapter 9
Translator: penny
Chapter: 9
Chapter Title: Kim Ji-woo (2)
What's the most common topic people share when they're drinking?
There might be all sorts of opinions on that, but inevitably, it boils down to casual chit-chat about everyday life.
The same went for Ji-woo noona and me. After grabbing two bottles of soju and a four-pack of beer from the convenience store, we headed straight to a motel room under the pretense of unwinding from the fatigue. We set up our little drinking session on the floor.
It would've been nice to have proper shot glasses, but they weren't exactly easy to find in a motel. Ji-woo noona, showing off her office worker's tricks(?), poured soju and beer into paper cups in a golden ratio mix.
They were still just paper cups, no matter how you dressed it up. At first, I accepted the cup—er, glass—with a polite demeanor and grateful heart, like a proper adult...
But after the fifth one, the taste started going south. Unfortunately.
We'd only met today, but maybe spending half a day together had built some rapport?
I didn't bother refusing when Ji-woo noona told me to just call her noona casually.
Around then, I started feeling the heat rising. But Ji-woo noona—Ji-woo noona seemed totally fine as a full-fledged adult, casually cracking open another bottle.
"So, your first time was with that rival classmate girl, right after you turned legal, got smashed, and blacked out?"
"...Yeah, something like that."
Even amid all this, she kept tossing casual questions my way without missing a beat. Like, how's academy life treating you?
Before I knew it—way too late—I realized I'd spilled the story about Cheon So-yul.
'Oh shit.' The alcohol cleared from my head in an instant, but it was too late. Ji-woo noona was eyeing me slyly with a playful smile.
"Our Hyun-jin, your face is turning red. Partying hard since your school days, huh?"
"..."
"Or maybe it's weirder that you didn't do it even earlier? Hmm. Kids these days are all so fast."
"...Depends on the person."
I ignored Ji-woo noona making lewd hand gestures with a mischievous grin and downed another somac. My throat burned.
What did she even mean by "even earlier"? High school? Or...
"Wanna tell me about your first time, noona?"
"Cough!"
My sudden question made me choke involuntarily. I'd just taken a sip. This woman, seriously.
A bit annoyed, I looked up to see Ji-woo noona grinning like she'd expected that reaction.
She blinked innocently under my glare, as if asking what the problem was. It was ridiculous.
Feeling awkwardly embarrassed, I wiped my mouth with my sleeve. That's when Ji-woo noona scooted closer.
A soft touch landed on my thigh, making me flinch.
...To explain the setup: We'd laid out our drinking spread on the motel room floor, with snacks and bottles in the middle as we faced each other.
She hopped right over that central obstacle like it was nothing.
Ji-woo noona plopped down right next to me, despite all the space. Her expression was calm, her eyes serene. Sipping her drink nonchalantly—it was oddly absurd.
What really threw me was her hand.
"...Noona?"
"Yeah. What?"
She glanced at me again, acting like she had no idea. My eye twitched.
I reached out and grabbed her wrist.
Only then did her hand pause, just as it was slyly inching toward the inside of my thigh, my femur.
Maybe because it was a firm grip. For the first time, Ji-woo noona's relaxed face faltered as she gauged my reaction.
Her lips moved.
"...Not that?"
No subject, but I got the gist.
I couldn't help but chuckle. Her flustered peek at me, wondering if she'd misread it—it was cute.
What if I said, 'I didn't come here with those intentions'?
I suddenly wondered what her reaction would be. Something hilarious, probably...
'...Nah, better not.'
It felt too mean-spirited, so I held back. Honestly, would I have followed her here with zero thoughts?
I'm an adult, after all.
Sure, it'd only been a month since I turned twenty, but even last year's teenage version of Lee Hyun-jin would've grasped what this situation meant.
She'd seduced me, and even without saying yes outright, I'd gone along with it.
An unspoken agreement? Now that we'd gotten the room, backing out would've been rude.
...Of course, admitting that the tantalizing itch of the moment was too much to resist wasn't wrong either.
The face that flashed in my mind at the last second was Cheon So-yul's from a few days ago, nagging till the end before vanishing...
'Hmm.'
She'd insisted I didn't need to feel responsible when I offered. Wasn't it rude of me to impose guilt on her anyway? Probably?
"..."
Um...
Let me correct that.
After a brief internal debate, I just admitted it straight up. Truth is, this was an excuse for giving in to desire right now.
With my weird relationship with Cheon So-yul not even solidified, was this okay? Doubts and hesitation lingered.
...I'd underestimated twenty-year-old hormones. When an objectively beautiful woman throws herself at you for a roll in the hay, how do you hold back? I'm not a eunuch.
Mage or not, I'm no sage.
With a twinge of guilt toward Cheon So-yul, I reached out. For now, I wanted to focus on the woman in front of me.
Like she'd done, my hand brushed her thigh lightly.
Before her widened eyes could react, I got bolder. My fingertips traced her body.
Starting at her thigh, up to her hip, her lower back, brushing her wingbone.
...That subtle snag under my fingers was probably her bra hook.
That's when it hit me.
"Mmph."
"?"
A weird sound came from above. I looked up to see Ji-woo noona staring down at me, flushed, as I'd lowered my posture to explore her body. I realized instantly.
She was at her limit, aroused to the max.
"...Hyun-jin-ah..."
"...Yeah? Yes, noona."
"It's okay if you take that as permission... right?"
Her voice trembled as she asked, and I nodded without thinking.
Smack!
'Huh?'
Ji-woo noona grabbed the back of my neck roughly, sealing my lips.
Before I could process, a soft sensation invaded my mouth.
She'd climbed onto my lap, gripping my head tightly. No letting go. Her lips pressed mine, her tongue teasing my palate.
No chance to react. Her snake-like tongue tickled skillfully, and her right hand headed for my pants.
By the time my wide eyes caught up, it was over.
Her tongue wrapped mine; her hand gripped my cock.
"Ngh."
It hurt a bit, stiff and straining against my pants as she squeezed.
But not for long.
Like it was no big deal over clothes, her hand kept stroking, teasing my arousal.
With the intense kiss blocking my view, I couldn't see.
The blindness amplified everything. Imagining her hand gliding lightly over the shaft, my body heated up uncontrollably.
Naturally, blood rushed most to my lower half.
Clothes were getting in the way now. The friction mixed pleasure from her touch with frustrating pain...
"...Pha."
Ji-woo noona finally pulled back after swapping plenty of saliva. She noticed my discomfort right away.
Her eyes widened briefly as she covered her mouth, then a deeper smile formed. She stopped her short, teasing strokes.
As I caught my breath, her hand moved again. Quick belt unbuckle. Pants halfway down.
A beat later, I saw her pulling down my underwear, freeing my cock.
"...Ah."
Cool air brushed the head. I twitched, frowning, a strange shame washing over me.
Different from with Cheon So-yul. There, I'd led from start to finish.
Here, it was all her. Cool but soft grip on my cock. Pushing up my shirt. Licking my exposed torso.
Not bad—hell, the stimulation was intense.
Still, as a guy, there was this humiliation. Embarrassment.
Whatever it was, I felt awkwardly exposed and covered my face.
"...Wow."
Admiration from above again. Grimacing, I squinted up.
Ji-woo noona toyed with my cock, lips moving nonstop.
Gulp! Dry swallow. As I furrowed my brows in confusion, her lewd strokes resumed.
Pat pat pat.
Slow and soft at first. Controlled, considerate, not too intense.
Pat pat pat pat...!
Soon she varied it. Slow to fast, pause then sudden speed-up.
"Ngh, kuh...!"
Her expert touch left me grimacing, helpless. Electricity up my spine.
Worlds apart from solo. Pure ecstasy. Her pale palm squeezed the shaft hard.
"W-Wait, noona, that...!"
Pride? I tried enduring, but she just smirked more, amused. Her hand targeted sensitive spots each time. Felt like torment.
...Some things you can't will away.
Orgasm surged suddenly.
"Wait, seriously...!"
I reached out reflexively. Stop it somehow—
Squish-
"...Hngh."
"?"
Soft texture. Like poking pudding. I blanked out.
Opening my eyes: My hand clutched Ji-woo noona's ample breast.
Her hand paused briefly—probably from that.
She bit her lip, face slightly flushed, looking down at me.
"...You can slip it inside and grope."
She said it shyly, the words that'd break any man.
Her sidelong glance broke me.
Throb, throb! Something thick rising through the shaft. My body tingled; she noticed, eyes widening.
"N-No, can't yet."
Whatever "no," her hand sped up, squeezing hard without mercy. I got the intent.
Unexpected ejaculation—we both unprepared—she panicked but tweaked my nipple with her free hand to heighten it.
I came, spilling white. Shaking pathetically, but I kept gripping her breast till the end. Amazing.
Couldn't speak, just ragged breaths. Heaving hard.
...First time handjob felt this good. No comparing to solo.
As I bucked, milking aftershocks—
"Ha-up."
"...?!"
Ji-woo noona wouldn't even let me rest. Hot breath below.
Then slick something teasing the head relentlessly, chasing climax faster.
Fellatio, in other words. No time to look, but I knew. She had my cock in mouth.
Post-nut haze lifted; lust reignited.
Shaft stiffened again. Tingling from blood rush.
"...Mmmph..."
She lifted her head, lewd moan escaping, locking eyes with me.
Her fresh smile hit, and I realized.
'Ah.'
"Hyun-jin-ah..."
Tonight's gonna be...
"Y-You can go again right away? Noona's so wet down there too, hehe..."
No sleeping on time tonight.