Chapter 70
Chapter 70
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 70
Chapter Title: Blackmail
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It was all so bewildering.
I thought she was looking for something, but who would've guessed it was handcuffs.
I never imagined she'd slap them on me without asking for my opinion or saying a word.
Pushing aside the panic from having both hands locked up and useless, I desperately called out for Mi-jin in a hurry.
But even then, Mi-jin shoved me onto the bed.
"Mi, Mi-jin... Mmph?! Mmphmph!"
She even gagged me.
The feeling was utterly bizarre.
'What the hell is this!'
I had no idea what the girl was planning to do, resorting to handcuffs and a gag of all things.
She could've just had sex with me normally. Fine, handcuffs might be kinky, but a gag? What was that for?
"Haa... Ji-hoon."
Mi-jin, with an ecstatic expression, lovingly stroked my cheek as I lay sprawled on the bed.
"I'm sorry... I didn't want to do this, but you keep acting like you hate me. I couldn't risk you hating me even more."
Even though I had a pretty girlfriend like Na-young, I'd been holding Chae-yeon close.
And with Mi-jin, I'd kept up the act of reluctantly putting up with her advances, so eventually, she must've snapped after bottling it up.
I never thought she'd go this far with something so extreme.
I'd only meant it as light teasing, but her feelings for me ran deeper than I'd realized.
On top of that, having my hands restrained and a gag in my mouth felt profoundly strange.
Maybe "dirty" was the right word.
"I want to get closer to you. But I kept holding back because it felt like you'd push me away."
Meeting my eyes, Mi-jin continued.
"At first, I thought blackmailing you by bringing up Na-young was the only way... I knew you'd hate me for it. I figured you'd despise me. But what could I do? That's what I did... and I kept thinking that way."
Her eyes began to glisten with moisture.
Soon, emotions welled up, tears forming.
"But... but you know... the way you did those things to me on the bus, that means you don't really hate me, right? If you did, you wouldn't have... right?"
Her lips curved up slyly, almost to her ears, clinging to a thread of hope.
"So... so, you know... can't you just treat me like Chae-yeon? As someone you cheat with?"
Her hand slowly undid the buttons of my shirt, one by one.
My chest parted wider, and her breathing grew ragged with excitement, brushing against my face.
"Mmphmphmph!"
Of course, I didn't hate Mi-jin.
Far from it—I liked her. Loved her, even.
Just as she desperately wanted me, I desperately wanted her, yearned to mix our bodies like this.
No, I was trying to.
But seeing her bare her true feelings and even cry made me regret my actions a little, for some reason.
In the midst of it all, my dick—throbbing hard from arousal, pointing straight up like it could pierce the sky—was utterly infuriating.
"Ji-hoon... I like you. I don't know when it started, but I think I've liked you for a long time."
She undid all the buttons on my school uniform shirt and pulled up the t-shirt underneath, revealing my six-pack abs like chocolate bricks and my firm chest.
As she poured out the emotions she'd hidden deep inside, she brought her tongue to my chest.
"Mmph...!"
Her soft tongue touched my chest.
Just like how I unleashed my desires on my girls, she licked one nipple while pinching the other between her thumb and index finger.
She was great at blowjobs from lots of practice and sucking, but this was her first time on a guy's nipples, so her tongue work felt awkward.
"Mm... mm."
Muffled moans I couldn't hold back slipped through the gaps in the gag.
Despite being gagged and handcuffed, I wasn't upset—instead, feeling pleasure from her actions gave Mi-jin a strange surge of confidence.
Mi-jin explored my body even more intensely.
She sucked eagerly at my chest while grabbing my dick, stiff with excitement but trapped and frustrated in my pants, kneading it firmly.
Soon, she undid the button, pulled down the zipper, and freed my dick from my underwear.
"Haah!"
The moment it sprang out, my dick stood rigidly straight like a bowstring.
It smacked hard against Mi-jin's pussy.
She let out a faint moan.
"Twice at school, once at the library, once at the movie theater—four times today, and it's still raring to go...?"
From what she'd read online, guys could manage two or three times a day at most.
It wasn't wrong, but that was an average for normal people, which didn't apply to me at all.
I was the type who could cum over ten times a day, let alone two or three.
But Mi-jin, unaware of this, firmly believed my dick was forcing itself upright out of excitement for her, even though it should be spent by now.
She smiled brightly and brought her hips toward my face.
"Mmph?!"
Even covered by her panties, the wet crotch mark was right in front of my eyes.
Soon, her pussy dropped onto my face.
"Haah... ahh..."
Mi-jin shook her hips, using my face like a masturbation toy.
Her pussy rubbed across my entire face.
The musky scent of her pussy pierced my nose.
"Ji-hoon... I like you... I like you!"
The speed of her hip shakes increased.
Even as pleasure made her arms tremble and nearly collapse, she showed no sign of stopping.
Finally, her pelvis quivered as she squirted her juices.
Still wearing her panties, the small wet spot like a bunny tail had spread entirely, changing the fabric's color completely.
"Haa... haa..."
Her eyes, filled with greed, turned to me.
She leaned down and licked the juices from my face.
And then.
"Ji-hoon... do you want to put it in?"
Mi-jin positioned my dick between her thighs.
Right against her pussy, slowly grinding her hips as she asked.
"Do you want to... deflower my virgin pussy?"
Teasing my lust with vulgar words, without hesitation.
"Honestly, I'm really scared... It'll hurt... and it feels like your thing won't even fit in my tight hole..."
Without using a dildo, her masturbation probably maxed out at one or two fingers.
Seeing my dick, bigger than most dildos, how could she not be scared?
But Chae-yeon had done it—why couldn't she?
As if thinking that.
"But now it's different."
Unlike her determined face, her eyes trembled nonstop.
Still, she boldly pulled her panties aside, exposing her slick, juice-soaked pussy.
"......."
Her pussy touched my rigidly erect dick.
"Ji-hoon."
Her pussy slid along the shaft in real time.
"I'll ask one more time."
Her eyes pleaded desperately for the answer she wanted, her face serious as she looked at me.
"Do you want to put it in?"
I couldn't hold back any longer, no matter what.
Even today, I'd cum four times, all down Mi-jin's throat.
Blowjobs weren't bad, but compared to a woman's pussy, they fell short.
So I wanted to drain myself properly inside a pussy for once.
I wanted to completely dye this pure, blank slate of a girl—virtually untouched by other men—with my color.
Nod... nod...
In the end, I nodded.
Mi-jin beamed.
She reached back with both hands and slowly slid off her soaked panties.
She removed one leg, then the other.
Now holding her panties in hand.
"Pha...!"
Finally, she removed the gag.
My jaw ached more than expected from being forced open so long.
"Mi-jin..."
Now able to speak, I called her desperately.
Sex with the Mi-jin I'd waited so long for was about to happen.
But after she'd bared her heart and shed tears earlier, guilt tugged at me.
Better late than never—I had to confess everything I'd hidden.
"Actually..."
Just as I was about to spill the full truth.
"Mmph?!"
The balled-up panties filled my mouth completely.
"Don't say anything... just keep that dick hard... I'll listen after we're done."
She didn't know what I'd say.
Mi-jin just feared it might be something negative, so she suddenly got scared.
Thus, to make it a done deal first, she stuffed my mouth shut.
That wasn't it.
I wanted sex too, but just hear me out a little first.
"Like this..."
She lifted her hips and aligned her pussy hole with my glans.
Being her first time, even this simple act had her fumbling.
"Ah... there."
Finally, with the glans slightly caught at her entrance, she cried out with a mix of emotions.
Her face showed joy, anticipation, excitement—positive feelings—but also fear of my reaction after it all ended.
"Ji-hoon... I'm putting it in. It's okay, right...?"
She asked for my consent again.
If I shook my head now, would she obediently stop?
The answer was no.
The bus had long passed.
Yet she asked anyway, for a simple reason.
If I consented, the guilt of forcing herself on me would fade dramatically.
I gently closed my eyes and nodded.