Parade (2)
Back when I was twenty, among the conversations my friends and I used to have over drinks, there was this one.
Would you rather have a slutty girlfriend? Or a well-behaved one?
It was complete nonsense, of course, and I remember all kinds of stupid answers coming out of it. Even looking at subculture works alone, the opposing concepts of the saintess and the succubus each have their own fandoms, so clearly both are appealing.
Back then I couldn't really give an answer. I liked both. Maybe I was just young.
But now I think I can give one. I like the kind that's demure most of the time, then turns filthy the moment we're alone. I don't know — maybe it's because this is a relationship where she has to bear my child. Anyway, having experienced it, that contrast is just too good.
Hoping that feeling would reach her, I stroked her soft cheek. Not as plump as a child's, but every bit as yielding and springy. I'd thought it from the first time I touched her — there was something addictive about this cheek, something that made you want to keep touching it no matter how long you already had. And it wasn't just the feel of it. The lewd expression Hanna wore as she melted into my hand, savoring every stroke, was intellectually filthy in a way that went straight to my head. Those eyes, relaxed and expecting something. Those lewd eyes were the problem. Every time I looked into them the thirst burned hotter, and the room started to spin.
I couldn't hold back any longer. I kissed her playfully, just to clear my head.
Only then did I really take in how different Hanna looked, lying pinned beneath me. Whether it was because she was a real woman now, she was a completely different sight from last time. A cute pink lingerie set that matched her new hair color, and a sheer chemise over it. Put those adorable little clothes on Hanna's filthy body and they couldn't help but turn filthy themselves. Especially her chest, and the hint of hipbone peeking through — they looked ready to burst free at the slightest movement, and I kept wanting to become a curious cat. Curiosity like that gets you killed on a battlefield. But on a bed? Should I try? Would it be all right if I did? It wasn't my fault my head filled with thoughts that shameless. It was this filthy body of hers that was at fault. She'd covered more than last time, and somehow she looked even dirtier for it. This must be what a woman looks like once she's truly become a woman. And I was the one who'd made her one. Her first and her last were both me. That fact made me so happy I could barely stand it.
I was just lying there, drowning in that happiness, staring at her, when she suddenly took the hand resting beside her head and pulled it where she wanted it. Afraid I'd collapse forward and hurt the Hanna lying under me, I braced myself on my remaining arm and went completely limp in the one she'd claimed, letting her do whatever she wanted with it.
My right arm, led along helplessly. She brought it to her face first and nuzzled against it, then started kissing it — fingers, palm, wrist, every inch, one by one.
Chup.
As if she found it unbearably precious.
Chop.
As if begging me to understand how she felt.
Chok.
Brief, but unmistakable.
Haljjak.
And still, somehow, so I could feel every one of them. She left her mark in all kinds of places, in all kinds of ways. Between the provocative sight unfolding beneath me and the heat blooming along my right arm, I started to lose my grip on reality. How was this real? This was something out of a fantasy.
She spent a long time tasting every part of my arm, leaving traces of herself, and then at the end she guided it down over the valley of her chest. So this lovely woman had figured out what I wanted. I had no intention of refusing. Though I had to admit I'd been staring pretty hard. A little perverted of me, honestly.
I was about to do exactly what I wanted when I paused, thought for a second, then hooked a finger under the strap at her shoulder and slid it aside. I slipped my fingers into the cleft of her chest the way I'd been dying to and dragged them downward.
And there they were — those enormous breasts swelling beneath shoulders so slender they seemed to sway. The little slack I'd made by pulling the strap down wasn't nearly enough to contain Hanna's chest; the chemise only slid partway before giving up. God. How big were they? Just walking down the street, she must have unknowingly plunged countless women into despair and lured in every man who saw her. And I'd heard that when a woman's chest is this big, all kinds of things happen. Was that true?
Wanting a moment to ask about this sudden curiosity, I made a pillow of my arm and lay down beside her again.
"Hey. I'm just curious — have those things ever caused any incidents?"
"What? No, nothing like that…"
"Really?"
"Really… why would you even wonder about that? There genuinely wasn't anything…"
"Hmm. Then why are you looking away?"
"It's just… in middle school, and in high school, kids from other classes, or, um, seniors would come over and touch them. That's all…"
Someone had touched them before I had. Hmm. That actually made me a little jealous.
"Yeah? Well, they're mine now anyway."
Didn't matter.
"Right?"
"You already know that, so why are you even aski— ahh—"
As she rolled onto her side, those swaying breasts filled my vision again, and there was nothing I could do about it. From above, from the front, lying beside her — every angle was devastating. Who could possibly hold back.
"Gently, okay? Just a little… you understand?"
Her breast slowly deformed in my palm. With the shift in position and the path of my hand, the lingerie eased open in little gaps, and something pink flashed inside before vanishing again. I kneaded her slowly, then used the arm she'd given me to pull her in closer, and breathed in the scent that had been hovering at the tip of my nose. Sweet like a peach, and filthy at the same time. I loved that smell so much I pushed my face deeper into her chest.
"Hhk… haah… hhk… haah…"
"What are you doing…"
What did it look like. I was getting a better feel for my woman. And letting my mind go a little in the process. Then I stopped hiding what I wanted and just said it.
"There's something I want to try. Will you do it for me?"
"What? What is it?"
Without a word I took her hand, sat her up, and got down off the bed. I grabbed the lube sitting nearby and perched on the edge of the mattress, and her face went red all over again — she knew exactly what I wanted.
Paizuri. A kind of foreplay, a kind of caress, that most chests couldn't even attempt. But with breasts like Hanna's, it seemed more than possible.
She crawled toward me slowly, without a word, and knelt. The chemise that had been hanging by a thread from her arms slipped to the floor. Then she reached behind her back and, in an act of noble sacrifice, unhooked the clasp that had been holding her up. Freed from the bra, her chest looked even bigger than before it had been let loose — and no, that wasn't my imagination.
Puhbyut. Byut.
She took the lube I handed her and squeezed, letting me watch it drip from top to bottom. Starting at the upper swell, it ran over her nipples, down through the valley, and vanished below the soft plane of her stomach. She gathered it back up with her hands and spread it in slow, gentle strokes, starting at her nipples and working outward over everything. That face, burning with embarrassment, finding the courage to do what I wanted. She was so lovely it hurt.
And then, as if she'd finished preparing herself, those slender, jade-like fingers slipped inside the hotel robe I was wearing. She drew out the cock that the filthy hours leading up to this had already gotten ready, fishing it from my underwear. It bumped awkwardly against her chin on the way out, but she got it free without incident, leaned in, nestled it into the cleft of her chest, and gathered her breasts around it.
Jjilkkeok.
Hanna's heat against my lower body. The stickiness of the lube. A snug, perfect pressure.
"Haaah…"
The unfamiliar sensation, the squeeze of it — I understood immediately why men ranked this among their fantasies. Once you'd felt it, you could never forget it.
Chak. Chak. Chak.
While I was still trying to get my bearings, Hanna started rocking, her hands still gathering her breasts around me. Those breasts moving up and down, and those eyes looking up at me. The obscene sounds beginning to fill the room. I was already worked up, and a situation like this left me no choice but to get more so.
Chakchakchakchakchakchak—
Something in the way I was getting off must have flipped a switch in her, because a languid smile spread across her face and her movements sped up.
Haaah…
Fuck, that was good. That was so fucking good.
I was lost in Hanna's service when the rising urge to come crept up on me and a flicker of panic set in. What was I supposed to do? Stop and finish inside her?
Whether she knew what I was thinking or not, Hanna only moved faster, and pressed her mouth to the tip that kept slipping free. And into the sounds that had started to grow monotonous, a new one joined in.
Jjeup. Chop. Jjooop. Jjeup.
She was going to take it in her mouth. I'd been holding it in ever since I'd come into the room and gotten out of the shower, and between that and Hanna's devoted service I couldn't last any longer.
"Euheu?! Eut, eueut…"
The climax hit, and with it a boneless weakness that made my whole body want to go slack.
Gulkkeok—
Something moving up and down. And the sound of liquid going down a throat all at once.
No way.
"Did you… swallow?"
"…I don't know. I don't know anything. Don't ask me!"
Wait, seriously?
"I'm just going to rinse my mouth!"
She got up and vanished into the bathroom next door. The sight was so unexpected that strength poured back into me as if I'd never gone weak at all. I followed her straight in, came up behind her as she stood rinsing her mouth, and reached past her to the mirror so she couldn't run.
What a filthy woman. Even the way she rinsed her mouth was filthy.
Once she'd carefully finished, I pulled her into my arms, reached for her hips, and tugged down the pink panties that had clearly been in the way. They wouldn't come down easily — maybe because I was too impatient — so I calmly had her grab the sink, and pulled them all the way off.
Her legs spread. Her sex laid bare, soaked through with the wetness that had already spilled out of her. The thirst burned worse than ever.
"Haah, haah…"
"……"
Faced with that filthy sight, I stopped thinking and slowly pushed my still-hard cock inside her. The sensation of invading that sensitive place, felt all the way down.
"Eung, heut, heueung, heut!"
Maybe because it was the first time since last, there was a strong resistance at first that gradually eased.
Jjilgeok, jjilgeok, jjilgeok, jjilgeok.
Still, out of consideration for Hanna, I moved my hips carefully. The sound of skin meeting skin began to echo through the bathroom, matching my rhythm, and then Hanna bit her lip, turned her head, and nodded — and from there I slowly picked up speed.
Cheolpeok, cheolpeok, cheolpeok, cheolpeok.
"Ah, aheut……"
And slowly, our moans began to fill the room. The bathroom grew hotter with the rising heat of our bodies. In the mirror, her swaying breasts, and Hanna's face as she failed to hold back the pleasure. And the sensation bursting up from the softness wrapped around my cock. Everything I was feeling turned my mind white.
Peok, peok, peok, peok—
"Haak, hak, haak……"
And so it began in earnest — sex with the woman who loved me. Every single movement was precious, fierce, and burning hot. A warmth welling up from somewhere deep in my chest that I had never felt during sex with Park Yujin or Jeong Sujin.
"Aang, haeuk…! Haang.. haang.. aang.. aang!"
The sex that started in the bathroom and ended on the bed was, in every way, satisfying and happy.