Chapter 107
Chapter 107
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 107
Chapter Title: How About Calling It a Draw? (2)
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In the motel room I'd stumbled into in a fit of anger.
I looked at Baek-do sitting on the bed with my slightly glazed eyes and thought.
'What the hell do I do.'
Something felt seriously off about how this was unfolding.
I barely managed to tie the fraying thread of my reason around my forehead like a headband.
"Huu..."
Calm down. Even if it was Baek-do, it had to be all talk. Wasn't she just as much of a braggart, living off her own hype, as I was?
Steadying my composure, I shot her a loaded glance, full of meaning.
We could still stop now and pretend nothing happened. I poured that desperate plea into my eyes.
"What... are you... doing?"
Baek-do, drunk out of her mind, spoke in broken bursts. She looked ready, gripping the hem of her t-shirt with a fiery glare.
"Not... coming in. Hehe."
That bold display—upright yet flaunting her feminine charms outright—would've been a sight to behold for anyone else.
Her natural hair color.
Skin even brighter, so pale it perfectly suited the name Baek-do.
But in my eyes, there was no alluring body—just that infuriating face.
Those smug, overconfident eyes shooting skyward.
Provocative lips that made my very DNA recoil at the sight.
In the end, I went with one play.
"...Won't Sister Hwang-do see?"
"Right now...? That kid. Cried earlier... passed out. She's asleep."
"Makes sense for your sister. What about Master then?"
"Cheon-do's out by nine unless something comes up."
Master had her cute quirks. Childish tastes, loved cartoons...
'Not the point.'
Baek-do's words meant there was no backing out now.
What to do. Should I just throw out calling it a draw right here?
Drunk and emotions running high, but I was clinging to reason by a thread.
This had to end on my terms.
Come morning, it'd be chaos—hair-pulling, screaming match for sure.
As I agonized over Baek-do, she threw the first jab.
"Staring like an. Fucking. Loser."
Her flushed voice was quicker, higher-pitched than usual.
Drunk as she was, the prim speech she'd guarded so fiercely had crumbled ages ago.
No—her real dialect was just bursting out. Booze always dragged out the true self.
Surprising, though. Her sloshed tone matched a high school girl's pitch perfectly.
And the culprit? The booze, obviously.
Problem was letting her chug my share too, after she'd already gotten tipsy on TreeTok.
"Sigh... moron. Knew you'd pussy out."
Baek-do kept needling me.
"What a waste of a little bro."
I was human too, and buzzed enough that the grating bullshit got under my skin.
No choice—feed her a few more shots, knock her ass out cold. That was the plan when—
"Limp-dick quick-shot."
The razor-sharp jab sliced right through my pride.
Two words that nailed a man's ego dead-center.
"......"
Her crude taunt snapped my last thread of reason.
"What, why're you closing in all sudden."
Who cares. Pound some soju later, the film cuts itself.
A tiny gust called emotion triggered an avalanche. Once my mind tipped, hazy thoughts churned into massive turmoil.
One step. My outstretched hand clamped her shoulder rough.
Peach-tinted eyes quaked fiercely.
"Said you were gonna do it."
A sly arc curled her pretty lips. Go on, try it. No words needed; the challenge screamed.
I pounced.
Shoved her shoulders flat onto the bed. Killed the bedside lamp at the same time. Total blackout.
Buried my nose in her nape. Tongue traced her collarbone's edge, head rising slow.
Tongue-tip felt velvety skin. Peach scent exploded in my mouth.
-Gasp, heuk.
Throat gurgled, cheeks brushed.
Baek-do's hands: right one bound tight—no escape. Left crushed her jaw, now looking oh-so-tender.
Lick her lower lip—she twitched faintly. Felt resistance; hand on jaw squeezed her cheeks.
"Hup."
Her hot exhale hitched.
Lips diving for hers veered to her ear instead. Last warning.
"Now's your out. I'll let it slide."
"Virgin hack... huff, no surprise. So damn hasty..."
-Snap.
She flexed—bonds shattered in a blink.
Raw strength gap.
Her right arm snaked my waist, thigh hooked my left leg—no fleeing.
Free hand dove into my pants, seized it outright.
"......"
Silent stare at Baek-do.
Smug triumph on her face—cheeks faintly flushed—she stroked the full-hand grip slow.
Swish. Swish—hand-on-fabric rasp.
Her reciprocating right hand quivered just a bit.
No real pleasure.
Amusing watching her clumsy caution on the unknown meat. That was it.
Blood surged slow, stiffening with confidence. Her body jolted.
"Back to your senses now?"
"Swelling quick for a trash-talker. Hate hearing it, huh? Quick-shot."
"Still clueless."
Hand moved again.
Gripping her bucking jaw, aiming lips for her pursed mouth—
Her waist-wrapping hand swung up, clapped over mine.
"...Don't."
"Fine whatever."
Shifted hands, plunged into her black tee.
Swish—fabric dragged. Belly's give between palms; pinky snagged her navel. She sucked breath sharp.
Forced deeper—three fingertips brushed pillowy tits hugged by scratchy bra.
Nail hooked the bra, hand lifted.
Cup rose gradual, baring hot soft glow.
Finger snagged the nub.
"......"
Didn't need to see her face; her body screamed it all.
Intruding hand mauled the breast fierce.
"Eup......!"
Nipple pinched index-thumb vise.
"Hup."
Twisted the bud direct.
"Kuut."
Nail-tip teased nipple-end light; callus circled areola.
"Eup, eugeup, euut!"
Swish. Swipe. She flailed diligent—but pure bliss-stims.
Tear beaded her eye corner. Harsh snorts grazed my cheek.
Hot blasts showed no mercy.
Teeth clenched brutal? Jaw cracked micro, lips quivered.
"Aeup.... Heuk. Hup!"
First moan leaked—she panicked, hand clamped her mouth.
Did she get it?
Moment one hand's useless, pleasure owned her.
I kept going, toying Baek-do wild—pure whim-driven.
Fisted her black cotton tee, yanked down hard.
-Rriiiip!
Half-sloughed bra dangled loose on tits; ample swells kissed cool air, nipples peaked.
Pink nubs—not full spheres, tips tucked inward slight.
Pressed centers rhythmic, firm-not-brutal.
"Eup, eueup! Eup!"
"Guarding premarital purity, huh. Drop it, loosen up."
Eyes squeezed shut, faint head-shake.
Yanked pesky bra down flush.
Navel-up, no scraps left. Full heaving tits filled vision.
Her gaze on me trembled. Drunk still, shame hit seeing herself bared.
But she'd adjust, bit by bit.
Shame's just knee-jerk to the strange.
Adapts eventual, settles.
Mid-fuck? It coils slow, leisurely—strangles the flesh.
Next thing, exposing herself sparks shiver-thrills.
Addiction. Twisted love-stroke, kinda.
Why it all flashed brain-wards, no clue.
I knew my moves pulled Wood Folk bliss. Certain.
Left hand down—yanked her paw from my waistband.
Drained grip slid free, no fight.
"Eup......"
Mouth still muffled. Now stretched for deeper secrets, never-shared.
Dolphin shorts clung tight, butter-soft.
Palmed her ass downward—she whipped head aside full. Cute now, somehow.
'...Drunker than I thought.'
Calling her cute. Fair—looks solid.
Down further, sealed slit yielded.
Thin cottons bridged sexes.
Damp soaked fabric, slicked my digits.
"Lost count how many times asking—"
Told Baek-do straight.
"You felt that, right?"
Casual now.
No answer forthcoming. Mood soured; hand planted atop pants.
"Honest."
Tip invaded. Middle finger brushed pubes fine.
"Felt it. Drunk anyway—no memory. Early rise tomorrow for Shiva prayers, spill quick."
"......Bullshit—"
Plunge!
Straight in, clawed for clamped crevice.
She bucked hips—but shorts pinned hand, trapped.
"Ma- Uhaak!"
Nail grazed clit—she pleasure-screamed near, smothered frantic.
Slow two-finger sweep up drenched sticky split.
Each pass, waist whipped side-side.
Slime gushed thicker below, gooey. Eased fingers to source—
"......Stop."
Baek-do spoke then.
"...Stop it."
Late, voice frail.
"Doesn't look it."
Drunk true-talk held.
But I couldn't brake.
"Gave you how many outs—"
-Puk!
Two digits pried wide, plunged.
"Why bail now."
Sloppy wrinkles shoved back—then deep, sucked greedy.
"So confident."
"Mia- Hiiiik hik!"
"Then why—"
"Hik, hikup. Heuuuuk!"
"Cumming solo already."
Vice-grip entrance clenched fingers.
First-time doubtful—so flooded.
Raided harder; she battered my frame desperate.
"Hauuk, stop stop! Weird... so fucking weird..."
"What's weird."
"...Third-rate disciple...at♡"
Shuddering grip clamped my shoulder.
"...No clue. Stop, beg... fucking stop."
"Who's the limp dick?"
Squelch-squelch. Juices squirted hole-edges, slop-sounds rose.
Steady finger-work; her panic peaked.
"It's...heuk!"
"Who."
"...Me, me."
"Who?"
"Baek, Baek.... Ah...! Aah."
Words failed; arm veiled eyes, she wailed.
"Kuhahahk...♡ Hauuk...."
Drool trailed lip-corner.
Fingers withdrew—her arched waist spasmed rhythmic.
"...Uh. Ah."
Glassy eyes on me struck pretty now. Instinct kissed her mouth.
Where'd fierce fighter go?
She yielded sweet—lips parted sync, tongue offered.
"Churup, haeup."
Hot breaths mingled lips-gap.
Glance caught her face—eyes dropped blanket-ward, dodging mine.
Tongues danced relentless.
Long swap of heat and spit later, we embraced into sleep.
Clueless to dawn's sober wake-up call.