The Fiancée (2)
Schlick, schlick… squelch, schlick…!
A sticky, wet sound filled the room.
"Hnn…♥ Nnh…♥"
I was caressing Baekha's pussy with my middle and ring fingers. Each time they slid slowly in and drew back out, her slick came away with them. The bedding had been soaked through for a long while already.
It felt good. To be pressed this close against the person I loved—and both of us bare, at that.
The naked skin of hers against my body was impossibly soft. She leaned her back into me, her waist pushed forward.
"Haa…."
My cock was already rigid, flushed dark with blood. I rubbed it along the cleft of her ass as my fingers kept working.
Cute as she looked, Baekha was spilling lewd moans I had never heard from her before. I found myself watching her.
"Feel good…?"
When I asked, she met my eyes. Even as she panted and her body trembled, those pretty blue eyes of hers never changed.
"Haa… yeah, nnh……."
"……."
"I… it feels so good……♥ nnh…♥"
Baekha's face was flushed red. She seized my arm and held on hard.
"Every time your fingers…♥ press in, press in…♥ it feels so good my head goes blank……♥"
I could feel the faint tremor in her breath. Little by little I quickened my pace—not too slow, and not too rough either.
Schlick, schlick—squelch, squelch—!
The slick came in greater amounts to match. Before long my whole hand was a sticky mess, and the space between Baekha's thighs glistened.
"Jin—Jinwoo…♥"
"What?"
"Kiss… me… give me a kiss…♥"
She left her upper body as it was and turned only her head toward me, looking at me with an expression that was unbearably cute… and lewd. Her eyes were half-lidded, unfocused.
Was there a man alive who could hold back after seeing that? No—was there a man who would even try?
With my free left hand I drew her head in and kissed her.
Chuup, chuup.
My right hand, of course, never stopped.
"Mmph…♥ chup, chuup…♥ nnh……♥"
We tangled our tongues together.
Hot breath threaded in between our locked lips. The faintly spreading sweetness of her saliva and Baekha's soft moans pooled thick inside my mouth.
The deeper I twisted to kiss her, the finer her white shoulders trembled. I could feel the slender fingers wrapped around the back of my neck tightening with all their strength.
"Mmph, mmn……."
The sensation at my fingertips grew stickier, heavier. Baekha's waist arched as if it might snap, pressing her completely against me. Through the bare skin where we touched, I could hear a heartbeat fit to burst.
We stayed like that for a long while, mouths pressed together as if we meant to swallow every last breath the other had.
Then, at last, when our lips parted on a short, ragged gasp, Baekha's mouth was crushed red and glistening. A long silver thread broke softly in the air.
"Jinwoo…… hnn, nnh…… I'm, I'm about to……!"
Pssht—! Spurt—!
With those words she reached her peak and gushed, a flood of it.
"……."
The hot fluid burst out and drenched my fingers, the insides of her thighs, and the already sodden bedding without mercy. The violent spasms traveling up through my fingertips set my own heart pounding as if it might burst.
Baekha buried her forehead against my chest and gasped for breath, her finely trembling thighs clutching desperately at my waist.
"Haa, haa……."
Eyes gone soft in the afterglow, tears gathered in them as she looked at me—so obscene it stole the breath from my lungs. My cock, swollen as if it might split, pulsed hot between her wet cheeks. I couldn't hold back any longer. There was no reason left to.
I carefully turned her by the waist and laid her down on the bedding. When the warmth at her back disappeared, she moved as if embarrassed to cover her face, but I gently caught her hands and laced my fingers through hers.
"I'm going to……."
At my voice, low and thick with heat, Baekha answered not with words but by spreading her legs a little wider. I set the tip against her slowly and pushed my hips forward. Her passage, already burning hot, had been loosened well enough by my fingers that it took my thick cock in—soft, and tight—and drew it down.
"Ha, nnh……♥ hnnn……♥♥"
A high moan burst from her lips. At a fullness no fingers could compare to, her pelvis trembled in fine little shivers, and I drew a sharp breath at the hot clench that felt as if it would snap the last of my reason, driving myself in to the hilt in a single thrust.
Bare skin met bare skin with no gap left between us, and once again a sticky sound began to fill the room.
After that long, heated stretch of time, it was the middle of a bright-mooned night.
A soft scrape. The sound of the door sliding woke me.
The room was dark. I blinked a few times, and the back of someone standing before the door came into view. It was Baekha. In a blue robe, she was peering outside through the crack.
Head still on the pillow, I meant to speak. But she turned first, and without meaning to I closed my eyes.
The presence at the door lingered a moment just as it was. I waited, eyes shut, without moving. At last, with the whisper of cloth, the door closed slowly.
I opened my eyes again.
"……Baekha?"
My voice slipped out small. There was no answer.
I sat up and looked at the space beside me, but where she had been lying the blanket was only slightly turned back. It was still the dead of night. Faint moonlight filtered through the paper window, and not a sound stirred inside the house.
Going to the outhouse, maybe. I was thinking that, about to lie back down, when I heard the main gate opening outside.
I threw the blanket off at once. The outhouse was inside the yard. There was no reason to open the gate to get there.
Where was she going? She hadn't said a word. Maybe she only meant to step out for a moment and hadn't wanted to wake me.
I picked up the clothes I'd left beneath the bed and put them on. Tying my sash, I looked at the closed door. I should have asked what was going on. Because I'd shut my eyes for no good reason, here I was up again, dressed besides.
I slipped on my shoes and opened the door. The cool night air chased a little of the sleep away. Drawing my loosely open collar together, I looked around the yard.
No one was there. Only the main gate, closed but unbarred.
When I pushed it open and stepped out, I saw a blue hem at the end of the alley. Baekha hadn't gone far yet. If I called now, she would hear me.
I opened my mouth, then stopped. I was a little curious where she was going—without waking me, and at this hour. It didn't seem as if something urgent had come up. She was passing through the alley at her usual pace…….
After a brief hesitation, I followed. Just see where she was headed. She probably wouldn't go far.
Baekha turned a corner. I quickened my steps a little. Gravel crunched under my soles, and my footsteps grew careful on their own. Like this, I was exactly someone sneaking after her. Which, in fact, I was.
Should I just call her.
I had that thought again before the corner. But when I leaned out, Baekha was already halfway down the alley.
Every house was dark. The people who sat talking in front of their doors by day were nowhere to be seen. Only her footsteps sounded now and then in the lane. She wasn't hurrying, but she wasn't stopping either. She walked as if she knew where she had to go.
Soon she turned left at a fork. That way lay the well and the storehouse. A little farther on was the village chief's house. Was she going to meet someone? If so, she could have done it in the daytime.
I walked to the corner where she had vanished and looked in. Fortunately her back was still in sight. She held the hem of her robe up a little with one hand so it wouldn't drag on the ground, and with the other tucked a fallen strand of hair behind her ear.
Then, suddenly, she slowed. I stopped with her.
When she turned her head, I pressed myself quickly against the wall. My heart beat a little faster. If I got caught, what would I even say? I could just tell her I'd followed because I was worried. But now that I'd hidden like this, explaining it felt awkward for no good reason.
The wall against my back was cold. I checked for gravel under my feet and shifted a little farther in. A moment later the footsteps came again. I carefully peered into the alley.
What am I even doing.
It was ridiculous even to me. Like we were playing hide-and-seek. I could still step out and call her—ask where she was going, and go with her. That would be the end of it. But having followed this far, that felt a little embarrassing too. More than anything, a few more steps and I thought I would know her destination.
I let the distance open a little more and followed. Past the well, the road widened.
"……."
Baekha put a hand into her robes, then lowered it again. Then she adjusted her collar once. I didn't go any closer. I stopped at the roadside.
A few steps ahead of her were low stone stairs. She halted before them and did not climb right away. As she stood a moment looking at the door, I looked that way in silence too.
I followed her gaze up to the building. A faint light was leaking out from beyond the closed door. It was the village guest house—the place Namhyeon had said, earlier today, that he would stay.