The Baby Kitten in Pantyhose (2)
Simply being pretty, or having a nice body.
As a man, is that alone enough to make a woman feel sexy?
Of course, a face and a figure are among the most important factors—but if you put a hand on your heart and really think about it, those alone aren't quite enough.
So what else do you need?
"Dayeon-ah, don't just lick. If you want to rack up a few more promotion points, will you suck it for me?"
"Suck it?"
"Yeah. Like you're sucking on candy. Put the tip in your mouth."
The reason I'd started thinking of Chae Dayeon as a thing.
The relationship.
The atmosphere.
The situation.
"…Auuuum—."
"Hah…."
All three.
A female friend I'd never really looked at as a woman.
That pure, innocent expression she was wearing.
And yet her face was unmistakably flushed a deep red.
And what she was doing with a face like that was…
"Euuuup… sslp, chuuup… sslp, sslp, chuup…"
Sucking my cock. On that basis alone, Chae Dayeon more than earned the word sexy.
And then one more thing.
"Dayeon-ah, can you try pushing it as deep into your mouth as you can while you suck?"
"Euph… deep?"
"Yeah. Deep enough that it touches the back of your throat. Just deep enough that you don't gag."
"Is that the good way?"
"Yep. That's the good way."
Maybe because she was still such a baby.
"…Hauuup—."
With that uniquely placid expression of hers, Chae Dayeon took in everything I told her, learned it, and put it into practice.
The fact that she absorbed whatever I taught her so obediently only made me look forward even more to what would come later.
Spanking her ass.
Tying both her hands.
Lifting that tiny body up.
But that was, quite literally, for later. For now, I decided to focus on the present.
"Euuup… sslp, haueuup, sslp, chuuup… euuum, sslp…"
Her head was so small, and her mouth was small too—and on top of that, my cock was on the larger side.
From Dayeon's perspective she must have thought she was taking it pretty deep, but from where I was looking, it had only gone in just a little past the head.
Even that, though, seemed to be a bit much for her.
"…Uuuuuu, euueuuu…."
With my cock still in her mouth, Chae Dayeon stared blankly up at me.
My jaw hurts… do I have to keep going?
But.
"Just suck it like candy like that. Don't spit it out. And… there's a little bit of it in your mouth, right?"
"Ung…."
"Keep your lips sealed tight around it and suck, sslp, and while you do that, gently lick what's inside with your tongue. Can you try doing both at once?"
"Uuum…."
She was clearly struggling—and yet evidence of her excitement was smeared all over Chae Dayeon's face.
That flushed, burning-red face.
The slightly drooping corners of her eyes.
The spit trailing messily from her mouth.
And as if she were chasing the thrill she was feeling even further—
"…Chuuuuuup—!"
She sealed her lips tight just below the head and sucked hard, chuuup.
Turning the inside of her mouth into a vacuum, Chae Dayeon tickled the underside of my cock with the tip of her tongue, light and fluttering.
"Haaa…."
For a second, without meaning to—
…Thok—!
"Ueuueuuuup…!!"
I pressed lightly down on Chae Dayeon's head and pushed my cock forward until it was right at the entrance of her throat.
The unconscious is a terrifying thing. I'd meant to be gentle with her.
Startled, I yanked my hand away at once.
"Euu… khhk, haa… haeuk…."
Chae Dayeon turned her head to the side and coughed hard.
Honestly, I'd expected her to get at least a little angry after something like that…
"…Hauuum…."
She turned her head back.
Chae Dayeon took my cock as full into her mouth as she could, then looked up at my face with her eyes rolled upward.
"……."
"……."
It was like…
…Thok—!
"Euuueuuuup…!!"
Like a cat's silent plea for me to do it again.
The bizarre thing about cats—something humans can never quite understand—is how they keep begging you to repeat the very things that make you wonder why anyone would like that.
A friend of mine once said his cat loved being laid on its back, grabbed under the neck, and spun around and around and around—and that when he did it, the cat would mewl for more.
Chae Dayeon was the same.
…Thok—!
"Heueueuuk…!"
As if this were just another game, every time Chae Dayeon looked up at me with those rolled-back eyes, I gave the back of her head a light little push.
Stimulating the throat like that makes the mouth produce a thicker, more viscous spit.
After the same motion repeated over and over, Dayeon's thick saliva had soaked everything from the head down the shaft, all the way to the root and the sac.
That seemed like enough preparation.
"Dayeon-ah, that's enough now."
"Phaaaa… haa, I don't have to do more?"
"Yeah. You don't have to do more."
"Euuuung…."
…Yeah. Maybe humans really can't understand cats.
I'd just told her she didn't have to keep doing something that was hard on a human body—and yet Chae Dayeon was staring fixedly at my cock with something like disappointment in her eyes.
But like a well-behaved little cat—
"Want to lie down?"
"Just lie down?"
"Yeah."
"My clothes?"
"No, you don't have to take them off."
"Eung."
Chae Dayeon lay down right where I told her to, resting her head right beside my hip as I sat back against the headboard.
I moved right away.
Sliide… thuk, thuk—
I planted my hands on either side of her face and looked straight down at her.
A cat. A languid one, or maybe one that didn't seem to care much about the world. And a rather young-looking baby kitten at that.
A face like that…
Sliiiide…
As I slowly bent my arms, it drew closer and closer.
Even as my face came nearer and nearer to hers, Chae Dayeon didn't seem to feel anything like butterflies. She kept both eyes open and kissed me.
"Euuuuum… sslp, chuuup, sslp, sslp, chuuup… haum, chuuuup… sslp, chuuup… sslp, chuup…"
I'd thought she might close her eyes once we started kissing, but no—Chae Dayeon kept kissing with her eyes wide open the whole time.
And her arms, too—instead of wrapping around my neck the way people usually do in a moment like this, she just left them lying at her sides.
Rather than killing the mood, that behavior of hers somehow felt like a charm that suited Chae Dayeon perfectly. I didn't mind it at all.
Because.
Sliiiide…
It made me curious whether she'd keep that blank expression even when I put my hand over her blouse, over her chest.
Or.
If she was still blank-faced even then, I was curious from what point that blankness would finally crack.
For now, though.
"Chuuuup… haum, eeeung… aum, sslp, chuuuup… eeeung, eung, aum, sslp, eung, auuum… sslp, chuuup…"
Blank-faced or not, it wasn't as if she wasn't turned on. Even while we kissed, Chae Dayeon was making a soft gorororong purring sound.
It was the same when I groped her chest over her clothes.
And in the middle of that, what surprised me was…
"……."
"What is it?"
"No… I just didn't expect there to be any…?"
Her frame was so small I'd assumed there wouldn't be much.
It wasn't enough to fill a hand the way Lim Jiwoo's did—that would be a stretch—but there was definitely enough volume there to feel.
Which only made me want to see them sooner.
Thuk— thuk— thuk— thuk—
I quickly undid the buttons of the blouse Chae Dayeon was wearing.
When I'd finished unbuttoning it all the way—
"Mm…."
"What?"
"Nothing. I just like it."
A small height in the mid-150s.
A tiny frame to match, and a skinny body.
Late twenties, and yet a baby face that looked less like her early twenties and more like a college freshman.
Hearing a "build" like that, what cup size would you expect to go with it?
It's easy to picture the smallest A-cup, or even smaller—AA, AAA…
"What do you like?"
"Uh… your chest?"
"You like my chest?"
"I… do."
What was clear was that it looked bigger than an A-cup.
I didn't think it would go all the way to a C… probably around a B. At minimum, a very full A.
And that B-cup size of Chae Dayeon's looked almost too perfectly right for her chest.
Bigger than the bare minimum I'd need not to feel any "guilt."
Not so small that there was nothing to enjoy touching.
And not so excessively large that it wouldn't suit Chae Dayeon.
Breasts of exactly the right size for her image, wrapped in a pure white bra that matched that image perfectly.
If I tugged that bra up—
…Thuk—
With a cute little sound, pink nipples came into view.
Definitely.
There might have been no change in her expression, but she was clearly good and worked up—Chae Dayeon's pink nipples were standing out sharp and clear.
And…
Thuk—
"Uung…."
When I flicked one with a fingertip, it was hard enough that it caught against my finger.
She'd probably started getting turned on from the moment she was licking my body earlier…
Chuuuup—
"Haaaaaeuuu… eeeung…!"
Without any hesitation I ducked my head and sucked Chae Dayeon's nipple into my mouth.
At the same time I rolled my eyes upward to check her reaction…
Chuuuup—
"Ha, ha… aeng, eeuuu… eung, uung, ueeeung, eung, aeng, aeuuuuung…."
From here on, the stimulation was landing on Chae Dayeon directly, and little cracks started to appear in her expression.
Her brow furrowed.
Her lips worked and fidgeted.
Both eyes squeezed tightly shut.
And then…
Chuuuup—
Thuk— thuk— thuk—
If I sucked one nipple while flicking the other with my fingers—
"Ueeeung—!"
Chae Dayeon let out a small but unmistakable moan and felt it.
Meanwhile, as if of its own accord, her tiny body squirmed and rustled, mussing the clothes she still had on.
And as that happened, something caught my eye…
"Dayeon-ah."
"Haa… eung…?"
"Your arms—can you… put your arms up a bit?"
"…Arms?"
"Yeah. Just lift them for a second."
"Eung…."
Out of nowhere, I ordered the lying-down Chae Dayeon to put her arms up like she was cheering.
Thuk, and—
Her small hands fell limply beside her face, and I shoved the blouse—neither fully off nor fully on—completely aside.
Then I buried my face in the exposed hollow of Chae Dayeon's underarm and breathed in.
"Snnniiiff…"
She definitely hadn't showered.
Just as I'd expected, there wasn't so much as a hint of sourness from Chae Dayeon's underarms—not even anything you could call "fresh."
Instead, her own distinctive sweet skin-scent had mellowed and deepened into something that smelled genuinely like a baby.
Which only made me look forward even more to what was further down.
"Why… it smells, why, whyyy…."
"No, it doesn't smell at all. It smells good, actually."
"…What kind of smell?"
"Mm… skin smell?"
"That's still a smell…."
"No, it really smells good. Good enough that I'd want to hold you all day and just breathe it in."
On the other hand.
Having someone smell you when you haven't even washed is pretty mortifying, so Chae Dayeon whined in a voice like a cat crying after a shot at the vet.
That face that had stayed almost completely blank except when I touched her nipples was now faintly scrunched with displeasure, her brow drawn tight.
And to soothe a cat like that, of course…
Chuuuup—
"Haaaaeuuuu… eeeung…."
A gentle petting would have been nice, but that was a little awkward in the current position, so I softly licked along the line of Chae Dayeon's neck instead.
As if I, too, had possessed a cat—grooming her the way cats groom each other.
Chuuuup—
"Haa… aeng, eu, eung, aeng, aaaaeuuung…."
She was clearly feeling better.
While Chae Dayeon purred and rumbled, my hand slid much farther down than her chest.