Chapter 183
Chapter 183
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 183
Chapter Title: Enjoyable Daily Life (5)
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Siwoo was led by the hand into Sharon's room.
It was a bit narrower than his own, but as a decent officetel, it still offered living space comparable to a one-room apartment.
Sharon wasn't the type to fuss over decor, so the room itself felt pretty barren.
The bedding, bed, and even the pillows were all plain white, nothing fancy.
Amid that stark white backdrop, Sharon's black cat look stood out like she was posing in a studio photoshoot.
"You're grinning so hard you can't hide it."
"When have I ever."
Siwoo rubbed his cheek awkwardly at Sharon's teasing.
"Your eyes are smiling."
"Never happens."
"So you won't stop?"
"...Not exactly."
Siwoo had tried a brief tussle for dominance with Sharon, but they weren't holding the same cards.
No matter how tough he was, he couldn't resist her devastatingly seductive flesh-and-blood assault.
"Stand in front of me, Siwoo."
"We still doing this role-play?"
"Gotta ease into it somehow. It's still kinda embarrassing."
Sharon beamed, then patted Siwoo's butt where he stood awkwardly.
He knew this relationship wasn't exactly normal.
They hadn't officially started dating, nor had it naturally evolved into a casual sex-buddies thing.
The whole reason Sharon had offered these sexual games in the first place stemmed from her guilt over "just taking without giving back."
If someone looked at the situation maliciously, they might say Sharon was offering her body to earn Siwoo's favors.
But it wasn't that cut-and-dried; there was this ambiguous, subtle flow.
Hard to pin it as a pure transaction when the atmosphere had formed so organically.
"Hold on. It's not going as easy as I thought."
"Want me to do it?"
"Nah, let me try."
Sharon sat on the bed and fumbled to tug off Siwoo's jeans.
Her pursed lips as she struggled were adorable.
"Got it!"
After wrestling with his pants for a while, she finally undid the buckle and yanked them down to his thighs.
Sharon's eyes met the glans already poking out stiffly from his underwear, fully aroused.
Amused, she covered her mouth with a laugh and prodded the tip with her fingertip.
"Hey there~ Meet again."
Sharon chatting with his dick...
Back when they first met on the rooftop, he could've never imagined this.
Combining impressions from the convenience store, she'd seemed like a tough, no-nonsense big sis type.
He never dreamed she'd be this playful and affectionate.
Or that she'd wear slutty event lingerie just for him.
"What's this? It was here last time too."
"...Mind not rubbing it so much?"
Sharon peered curiously at the Cowper's fluid beading at the tip of his fully erect cock sticking out.
Her delicate finger rubbed the slit, turning it into a sticky thread dangling from her fingertip.
Siwoo squirmed as the sensitive spot kept getting teased.
"It looks like a mushroom. You know the juice that beads on button mushrooms when you grill them with pork belly? Like that."
"Liar."
Sharon chuckled at Siwoo's silly remark.
Maybe because it was round two, the initial stiff tension was gone.
Both relaxed a bit, playing around like it was just fun and games.
Of course, since it was still unfamiliar territory, their banter helped loosen things up.
"Take off the underwear too?"
"Yeah."
Sharon hooked her fingers in the waistband and pulled his underwear down to his thighs.
This time, she kept enough distance to avoid getting snapped by his springing cock, letting her observe Siwoo's hefty tool steadily as it bobbed.
"It got this big just from looking at me, right?"
"Pretty much."
"Makes me proud."
When Sharon's hand softly gripped it, the sudden temperature shift made his cock twitch.
Siwoo figured a handjob was coming.
But Sharon took a deep breath and, without warning, engulfed his cock in her mouth.
Siwoo jolted in surprise.
Moist and soft.
Her naturally rosy lips—no tint or gloss needed—wrapped gently around the side of his shaft.
Inside the hot cavern of her mouth, her tongue tip slithered like a snake, tickling around the glans.
His legs nearly buckled.
"Whoa, you scared me."
"Mm-hmm-hmm..."
Sharon, still with his cock in her mouth, glanced up slyly, eyes crinkling in satisfaction at his flustered reaction, just as planned.
He'd come expecting titty-fucking, and boom—blowjob.
No clue how she knew, but she sucked on his urethra like a straw, drawing out every drop of precum.
Then she swirled her tongue over the glans like a hard candy before pulling off.
"Ugh... salty..."
She scrunched her brows.
It was the face she made eating mushrooms.
Meaning, not tasty.
"Why the sudden?"
"What sudden? Thought you might like it, so I tried. And yeah, you do."
"Of course it's good. But I haven't even washed up..."
It was midsummer—sweaty just walking around.
After trudging in the blazing sun, no piss smell maybe, but his groin could've been musky.
Yet Sharon had gone down on it without hesitation.
"No smell?"
"There is... but not bad enough to bother me."
"Sorry, should I wash first?"
"No! Seriously, it's fine."
To reassure her it was okay, Sharon grabbed the base and dove back in, slurping away.
Heavenly sensation.
He'd gotten head from the twins and Yebeen before, but blowjobs delivered pleasure beyond straight sex.
Sharon lacked the twins' practiced techniques, of course.
Her teeth occasionally grazed the glans, a subtle annoyance.
But the mental bonus of her willingly sucking his unwashed dick just to please him added up.
The physical ease of just standing there receiving.
The carnal thrill of that ultra-sensitive tongue and lips working him.
It all combined.
"Slurp... schloop... sluuuurp... haaah... mm... chuuurp..."
Plus her petite head bobbing on his long shaft, those minty eyes flicking up occasionally, mixed with lewd saliva sounds?
Bliss so intense he could barely stay upright.
"Wow..."
"Haaah... good?"
"You're the best."
He had no choice but to thumbs-up when she pulled off to ask.
No room anymore for "friends don't do this" debates.
Unlike last time, neither was drunk.
"Watched some videos and mentally rehearsed. But my jaw's killing me."
"Stop if it's tough."
"As long as you like it, I'm good."
"I like other stuff too."
If he'd at least washed, no guilt.
But as she kept insisting on sucking, he demurred hard, and Sharon didn't push.
She shifted from impromptu BJ to the paizuri play she'd planned since ordering the outfit.
"Standing must be tiring. Sit here."
"I'm fine. Just standing still."
"Still, sit."
Sharon patted the spot she'd vacated, then pulled a cylindrical plastic bottle from the delivery box she'd brought in earlier.
"What's that?"
"Lube. Used like this."
Sharon peeled off the plastic wrap, then squeezed a thick glob onto her chest.
The sticky fluid trickled down, soaking into the tight fabric of her cleavage.
Last time they'd used lotion for titfucking, but it dried out toward the end.
So she'd gone full gear based on video research.
"Ooh, cold."
The lube felt way chillier than expected, but soon warmed between her pressed tits by body heat.
Once ready, Sharon knelt between the awkwardly seated Siwoo's legs.
Full service mode.
"Ta-da. Your favorite tits, at your service."
Sharon's breasts, trapped in the cat bra, glistened like sugar-coated donuts in a thin lube sheen.
Siwoo swallowed hard.
"Just slide it in this hole now."
Sharon wriggled between his legs and aligned his cock tip with the cat hole in the bra.
That's when Siwoo grasped the hole's true purpose.
Not just some sexy gimmick for looks.
It was a paizuri port.
Designed for hands-free titfucking without removing the bra.
Assuming you had the physique to pull it off, that is.
-Sliiiide!
The moment Siwoo thrust his hips forward, his cock slipped effortlessly into Sharon's cleavage, smooth as silk.
"Holy shit..."
He forgot she was watching and let out a rough gasp.
Lube letting his dick plunge resistance-free into her soft, squishy titty tunnel.
Unlike the slick glide, the tiny lingerie size packed insane pressure from her gathered breasts.
A bit more thrust, and the glans peeked out from her pale tit valley, saying hi.
Humanity didn't grasp nukes' danger until Japan got two dropped.
Likewise, Siwoo hadn't realized the destructive power of Sharon's custom excellent titty hole until now.
Devilishly perfect texture.
Her blowjob faded from mind amid the spine-tingling mix of squeeze and softness.
Never guessed outfit and lube alone could amp the sensation this much.
Plus the skin-tight cling from warmed lube.
"Squeezes like crazy."
"Yeah? Feels good, right?"
Sharon tilted her head up, avoiding chin-bumps, grinning at his throbbing meat.
They quickly hit a snag when she started shaking her tits properly.
"Hard to move like this."
"Yeah, feels like something's caught for me too."
Unlike when she'd manually jiggled her softies for a massage.
The cat bra restricted motion severely.
"How about this?"
She freed his cock from her cleavage and lay demurely on the bed.
Then poked her sternum.
"You straddle me here?"
That'd allow free hip movement.
Eager to feel Sharon's cozy tits again, Siwoo mounted carefully, mindful not to crush her.
The sudden mount position felt imposing.
"Can I grab the sides?"
"Yeah! Go for it. Whatever's comfy! Oh, but not too rough—hurts if you go wild."
With permission, he gripped her tits like handles and slotted his raging erection into the cleavage with a squelch.
Seeing her innocent upturned face straight on stirred a twinge of guilt.
The angle made it feel like he was using her as a sex toy.
Sharon swallowed nervously too, tense.
"G-Go ahead. I'm ready."
After a hesitant beat, Siwoo started thrusting, plunging his cock into her slick cleavage with wet schlicks.