Chapter 756
Chapter 756
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 756
Chapter Title: Now, Let's Do That (2)
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Here, on this street, a man and woman are taking a stroll.
"Wow, we ate so much there too."
"If we go down that alley, there's the King Crab place we went to every day."
"Yeah, it's still there?"
"Yeah, I saw it earlier."
"We should all go tomorrow."
"Sounds good."
The usual night, the usual conversation, the usual route.
But something feels different.
Sharon, who normally kept physical contact in check even on late-night walks with few people around—thanks to her time in Korea after becoming a witch, turning her into something of a Confucian prude.
Yet today, Sharon keeps pressing right up against him.
The soft, ample swell that even her bra cups couldn't fully contain keeps rubbing against his arm.
And Sharon seems to be enjoying it, deliberately and blatantly grinding her breasts against Si-woo's triceps.
A low hum escapes her nose as a bonus.
"Mmm..."
"Sharon, aren't you sticking a bit too close?"
"What's wrong? No one's watching."
He didn't hate it at all, but when he playfully scolded her anyway, Sharon flashed a beaming smile and her hand lightly brushed between his legs.
"...Hey, watch your hands."
"Hehe, Si-woo's gotten hard. Eek! What, what are you doing?!"
"What's wrong? No one's watching."
In retaliation, Si-woo's strong hand gripped Sharon's ass firmly, matching her cheeky tone.
The resilient flesh yielding under her thin sweatpants, the teasing snap of her panty elastic against his palm.
So damn hot.
That's been the vibe for a while now.
Yes.
There was a reason for the sticky tension between them.
Couples or spouses crave each other's bodies most intensely right after a fight.
The most euphoric sex is makeup sex.
The relief of reclaiming a partner you thought you'd lost forever.
The conquest of seeing your shouting partner helpless in bed.
The catharsis of sharp emotions melting away.
It's so intense in the English-speaking world that it's called "makeup sex."
Of course, this wasn't Sharon and Si-woo's first lovers' quarrel, but they didn't know this fact.
An unexpected audience had appeared, leading to this night walk, and amid the constant flirting, their lust had swelled to a frightening level before they knew it.
Si-woo felt his desire poking sharp like chestnuts rattling in a thin cloth sack...
For Sharon, it was even worse.
"Haa..."
And understandably so—Sharon had gone months without even solo play, let alone sex.
She couldn't do that while Si-woo was missing.
With her pleasure already awakened by his touch, plus long abstinence + post-breakup reunion spiking her arousal + joyful old memories + teasing sex talk and touches—it filled Sharon's mind completely with...
'I want it I want it I want it I want to do it with Si-woo!!!!'
Her brain felt pink.
The slightest stimulus made her body react like dry leaves catching fire.
Just from Si-woo grabbing her ass earlier, her legs nearly gave out.
But they'd already arrived at the arcade.
No one around at this hour, but they couldn't do it here anyway.
Too many CCTVs inside.
"Si-woo, wait here a sec."
"Huh? What?"
Above all, Sharon had pushed through her raging urges to come here for a reason.
The goal was a nearby adult shop.
They'd reconciled, sure.
But that didn't pardon Sharon's mistake.
Saying "let's break up" without meaning it was the ultimate taboo for couples.
Even if it was for Si-woo's sake, now that they'd reunited, it was still wrong.
Sharon had a plan to make amends.
"Haa... I'm going crazy. Why am I like this today?"
With that, Sharon dashed off somewhere.
Si-woo tried calming his unrelenting erection while tossing darts.
His insides burned as hot as when he'd deeply inhaled her scent.
Every time she teasingly poked him, the urge to pin her down surged fiercely—dangerously primal, even worrisome.
"Sorry, did I keep you waiting long?"
Soon, Sharon returned with a plain white plastic bag that looked suspiciously ordinary.
Something box-shaped inside, rustling plastic sounds.
"What's that?"
"This? Just snacks for later."
Her flushed face answering his question, her subtly averted gaze, her defensive posture hiding the bag's contents.
That alone told Si-woo where she'd stopped.
He knew the area well enough.
"Ah, snacks, got it."
"Yeah, snacks."
But it was a rare romantic mood, their first reunion date in ages.
Even if she'd swung by an adult shop for goodies, suggesting "let's head back and fuck" right after reconciling felt off—especially since she felt guilty.
"Wanna bet like old times? I put money in already."
"Sure, lemme see how much you've improved, sis."
Sharon set the bag down and hopped right beside Si-woo.
Both veterans from arcade nights during cohabitation, so 501 rules.
Subtract from 501 with darts, finish exactly at zero to win.
Overshoot to bust, try again—could drag on subtly.
"Whoa, form's still sharp."
Right.
Forget everything else, focus on the game.
Why risk ruining the good vibe with variables?
Dating in Sinchon with Sharon like this was rare these days.
Then Sharon's soft body wrapped around Si-woo's back in a back hug.
Whispering right in his ear from the tight embrace.
"Si-woo, but... I'm feeling kinda tired..."
Her voice dripped with sultry coquetry—an OK sign from Sharon, signaling she wanted to head home soon.
"One more round, then we go."
And that's when Sharon realized just how much Si-woo had been holding back in darts all this time.
He nailed perfect scores every throw, no busts, cleanly wiping out 501.
He might look a bit clumsy, but he was superhuman at heart.
2.
"Slurp, smack... slurp..."
They crashed into each other fiercely.
Kisses starting in the elevator, trailing to the front door.
Shoes kicked off haphazardly with a clatter, they spun like waltzing toward the bedroom.
Tongues tangled stickily, breaking apart.
Sharon was aroused plenty, but Si-woo's ignited conquest burned hotter, his erection straining his pants.
Not something he forced to mind.
But Sharon's image replayed unbidden—turning her back with cold, ruthless eyes.
True or not, didn't matter.
Right now, he just wanted to ravage her until she admitted her wrong from those icy lips, until pleasure tears wrinkled her prim face.
Si-woo stripped off his shirt before half-tossing Sharon onto the bed.
Muscles honed fiercer from forced spars with Linne gleamed.
"Eek! S-Si-woo, wait."
"Why?"
A touch less of his usual gentleness and consideration, irritation like a beast disturbed.
If it was something trivial, he'd crush her under him—more masculine allure than rudeness.
She knew it stemmed from love, drying her mouth amid her burning lust.
"I... have something to say."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
Si-woo's half-turned eyes refocused, and Sharon knelt demurely, opening up.
"Before we do it. I want to apologize for wronging you."
"Wronging me?"
"I said 'let's break up' too easily, even though I didn't mean it."
Of course, up until she'd said it, her feelings were utterly sincere.
She'd meant to end it, thought she could for his sake.
In hindsight, arrogant ignorance of breakup pain.
And even reunited, Si-woo must have suffered hearing it.
Sharon didn't want that lingering unease.
Si-woo nodded after listening calmly.
"But... honestly, I wasn't great either. It sucked, but good outcome, so I'm good. I'll take the apology, though not sure I should."
She knew his words were pure sincerity.
Not blunt for her sake—he was endlessly lenient with his own.
"No, that's not enough."
"Huh?"
"Sharon needs punishment."
Sharon tapped her toes together and apart.
Her lust-melted eyes and sweetly whispering voice bewitched like a siren's song from myth.
In other words, insanely arousing.
"She needs to be scolded so bad she'll never say it again, tormented by Si-woo."
"......"
"Punish me. Torment me, conquer me."
She knelt slowly before him, unzipped, and tenderly drew out his cock.
"Sharon, at least wash it first..."
"Slurp..."
Sharon took the precum-soaked, throbbing shaft straight to her mouth without hesitation.
Half-foreskin peeled, she gently pushed the skin back with her tongue, cleaning every crevice with just her lips.
"Slurrrp..."
Sharon released the fully erect, blooming cock from her hot, soft mouth obediently...
"Even if I'm struggling, don't go soft on me? Play with me like your toy, however you want. That's the punishment."
With such lewd words, glancing up like a guilty puppy.
"You'll do that, right?"
Who could hold back?
Even Si-woo's patience hit its limit here.