Sweet Intoxication
Sweet.
Had her lips and tongue always been this sweet?
It wasn't a rough kiss. The contact was careful, almost tentative—like a first kiss. Maybe it was the alcohol, but that light, soft press of mouths felt more erotic than I'd expected.
"Mmm... nngh..."
The sensation coming through was so different I almost wondered whether the woman I was dealing with was really Kim Isol. Soft and pliant in a way that didn't suit her at all—so this was the kind of girl she could be.
The feel of our tongues sliding together was anything but ordinary. The heat inside her mouth was just right; I didn't want to stop. Her saliva was far too sweet.
"Haa... haa... more... do more..."
When I pulled back for a breath, her breathing had turned rough. Drunk, she had become painfully honest. Those hazy eyes were asking for me. Even I, completely sober, felt like I might get pulled under with her.
The fact that it wasn't a fierce, desperate kiss only made it more arousing. The texture of her lips and tongue, the soft friction of them rubbing together, the scent of liquor mixed into everything—I liked all of it.
But we couldn't just keep kissing forever.
I stripped everything off and moved my face toward other parts of her. First, her ear—small, white, and pretty. I brushed the lobe with my tongue, then took it lightly into my mouth and sucked. When my breath hit the shell of her ear she must have found it ticklish; she giggled and shrank away, twisting her head every time I tried. Giving up on the ear, I trailed down her neck to her collarbone.
A delicate line of shoulder that didn't match the woman who carved through monsters. I pressed kisses along it—soft little smacks—then sucked lightly. Her hands came up and cradled my head.
"Nngh..."
With every breath, Kim Isol's scent filled my nose. Following that fragrance, I worked my way lower. Perfectly shaped breasts rose and fell with her breathing, waiting for me.
I took one fully into my mouth and sucked hard. The hands gripping my hair clenched tight. Her breathing grew rougher, her chest moving with it, and the whole picture looked like she was inviting me in. Especially those nipples, flushed and standing stiff.
I rubbed the other breast with one hand while taking a nipple into my mouth. By then the childish little sounds were gone. There was only a bitch in heat lying under me.
"Aah... nnh... hyaaang..."
From her chest I moved to her stomach, her navel, her sides, raining kisses down. Kim Isol's reactions grew sharper by the second. We hadn't even properly started and she was already like this. The lower I went, the more intense she became.
Even taking my time, my mouth was soon close to her sex.
"It feels weird... down there... weird..."
I swirled my tongue over her lower belly. I hadn't even touched her there yet, and she suddenly lifted her hips. Supporting herself on both legs, she raised her waist until her pussy hovered in the air right in front of my face, swaying.
She likes this position?
I slid a hand under her lifted hips to hold her up and brought my mouth to the pussy swaying in front of me. Just like the kiss—I tasted her carefully with the tip of my tongue. Only for a moment. Then, as if demanding something stronger, she pulled the hand on the back of my head and rubbed my face into her cunt.
Drunk or not, that wasn't something a woman with only one experience should be doing. Did Kim Isol touch herself alone at home? Well—whatever.
I buried my nose and mouth in her and tasted her thoroughly. A strange, indescribable scent drove me crazy. A sensation that numbed the mind. Now I wanted stimulation of my own...
I changed positions. Baek Hwayeon was one thing, but I had no idea whether this one could manage a proper blowjob. Drunk, she might even bite—I wasn't about to risk it. More than that, Kim Isol's real strength was that crushing tightness no words could describe.
I'd wanted to put it in from the start, but I'd taken the time and care to get her wet enough. The slickness now was more than enough.
My cock, standing straight, brushed against her. Her body jerked upward. Kim Isol looked up at me with spit trailing from her mouth, smiling like she was begging me to put it in already.
Look at that filthy expression on her face. I almost wanted to take a picture and tease her with it later.
"Put it in... put it in... hiiing... hurry..."
I settled over her and rubbed the head of my cock up and down along her pussy. At the same time I pushed my tongue into her mouth—partly to shut up that needy little-girl voice that was killing the mood, partly to hide my own face. Forcing into that narrow slit was so intense it was hard to keep my expression under control.
"Nngh... mmph... chuu... nnh... hhk!"
I pushed into her slowly.
Ah. Right. I remembered this. That crushing squeeze. The texture was soft and yielding, yet the entrance stayed stubbornly closed, refusing to open. Even just the head forcing its way in was this tight. And on top of that, it was clenching and rippling on its own.
Ugh... what kind of monstrous hole was this. The stimulation was so strong I pulled my mouth away without meaning to.
"Haa, haa... it's hot... my pussy's... hot..."
"Hhk... hhk... it's only halfway in."
I had no choice but to rise onto my knees, grip her hips, and push my own hips down in one long stroke—all the way to the root. Not long after, the tip of my cock touched something. Kim Isol's body started to tremble.
"Hyaaang... nnh... h-hot... my lower belly feels so weird—!"
I began to rock my hips carefully. More carefully, more gently than even her first time. Maybe because drunk she felt like a girl. If she liked it this way, maybe we should drink every time.
"Nnh... haah... nnh..."
I gripped her hips and pulled her closer. Her ass lifted lightly off the bed. I caught her legs, which had been thrashing aimlessly in the air, gathered them neatly together, and pressed them against her chest. The tightness grew even stronger.
I straightened the legs I'd been kneeling on and used her gathered thighs as a brace, leaning my weight into them. Using that weight I reached deeper, and the wet slap of flesh grew louder.
"Hyaang... nngh..."
Habit, maybe—Kim Isol was crying again. From the pain? With how tight she was, it wouldn't be surprising. But there was no blood today, so she could tough it out a little.
I looked into her eyes and kept snapping my hips, then changed positions again. Sliding my arms under her back, I lifted her up—and at the same time I lay back. With my back against the bed, her body came down on top of mine, overlapping. I moved the hands that had been around her back and grabbed both soft cheeks of her ass, then started rocking her body up and down.
It was hard work. But expecting her to climb on and move her hips herself was still too much to ask. With a squeeze this powerful, I was more than satisfied anyway.
"Hhk... hhk. I'll finish us off soon."
"Nngh... nnh... mmph... nn..."
I changed positions once more—the same one I'd used last time when I raised her mana. The moment we settled into it, Kim Isol pulled me into a fierce embrace. Then, suddenly, she started lifting and dropping her own hips. Her body must have remembered. The way her mana had surged upward before. The powerful clench of her inner muscles left no doubt.
I held her and helped, lifting and lowering her. Exposed to even stronger stimulation, my cock felt ready to spill every last bit of pent-up heat at any second.
The moment had come. I immediately returned her mana. I'd time the climax for the breakthrough of her potential. I'd let her taste the peak of pleasure.
But something was wrong.
A moment after I gave the mana back, strength suddenly locked into her hips, and a squeeze began that words could barely describe.
What—what the hell...
Had the mana strengthened her vaginal muscles too? What was this?
"Ugh... K-Kim Isol... w-wait a second..."
"Hyaang... wh-what... haah... suddenly... why am I in this... position... nnh..."
Don't tell me...
Had the mana coming back sobered her up? Did mana strengthen the liver or something?
Ugh... I can't hold it...
"I-Isol... ugh..."
"Hhyyaaaaah—!!"
I came hard inside her, pumping everything out. Kim Isol seemed to be in a similar state, arms locked around my neck, gasping rough breaths one after another.
We stayed like that, holding each other, silent for dozens of seconds. Even with sweat running freely between our pressed chests, neither of us cared.
"You... you bastard... finishing inside..."
"Whew... so the alcohol's worn off?"
"Yeah... but still, finishing inside..."
"You don't need to worry. I have morning-after pills."
"That's not something you say right now..."
Still holding her, I patted her back and stroked her hair. Her insides gave a small, startled twitch around me. Was she remembering? She'd gone suddenly quiet...
Sorry, but I had no intention of repeating what I'd said earlier to a sober Kim Isol.
"You didn't piss yourself today. Well done."
"What!? You little—hyaat!!"
I raised her mana by one rank. From E-1 to E-2.
She went soft and obedient at once. Was I supposed to find this cute... what was I supposed to do with her?
"I told you to watch your mouth. Shall I stop raising your mana?"
"......"
"Let's decide right now how you're going to address me from now on."
"...What am I supposed to call you."
"Just something ordinary is fine. Or were you planning to call me something special?"
"No! Ordinary is fine..."
"Then, same as the others—please call me Team Leader."
"...Jang Yong calls you hyung."
"Don't tell me you want to call me oppa?"
"N-no... I just wondered why only he gets to call you that..."
I toyed with the muscles along her spine as I spoke.
"Then from now on, you don't get to call me 'you.' I have a face to maintain as team leader—in front of the other members, and in front of people from other companies."
"Fine..."
"Will you say it now?"
"......"
The hand that had been playing along her back slipped lower and lightly touched near her tailbone. Her body jumped in surprise.
"R-right now... where the hell are you touching!?"
"I asked you to say it. If you don't like me touching here, address me properly and ask. Otherwise..."
I slid the finger that had been tormenting her tailbone a little lower. When it slipped into the cleft of her ass, her body reacted violently—like a cat trying to escape an unwanted hold.
"Hiiuk.... n-no! Th-there..."
The tip of my finger brushed lightly over her anus.
"Kyaat—!"
Kim Isol jerked again. Even with my cock soft and still buried inside her, I could feel her vaginal muscles clamp down hard.
"Again... my asshole... ahh... st-stop..."
"I told you to ask properly."
"Kh... f-fine, just please... stop..."
"The title too!"
"P-please... Team Leader... m-my anus..."
Even with her mana restored, I still held B-10 rank mana. I'd burned through more than half of it, and even after sleeping it hadn't recovered at all—but I still had far more strength than Kim Isol. Struggle all she wanted. She wasn't getting free.
I pushed one knuckle of my finger into her ass.
"Hiiyaaaak—!"
Her anus clenched so hard it felt like she meant to break the finger. Pulling it back out, the squeeze was so fierce I thought my nail might come off.
"What the hell are you doing!! You crazy bastard! I called you Team Leader!"
She thrashed harder than she ever had, trying to tear herself free. I only held her tighter and refused to let go. Once she finally realized my strength outmatched hers, the struggling gradually died down.
When she'd more or less settled, I spoke again.
"What will you do if I have to put my finger back in for your mana to rise?"
"...What are you talking about. Don't lie. There's no way that's a thing."
"I'm serious."
"......"
"Then we'll leave it here for today. Your mana's gone up a little, so there'll be another chance next time."
"Wait... hold on..."
"Hold on for what?"
"Do it. The finger."
"You mean that?"
"Just a little, though. Only as much as just now..."
I was almost certainly making a face I'd never worn once in my entire life. But with us locked together like this, there was no way she'd see it.
Blood began to rush back into the soft length still buried inside her.