Jang Yi-soo (4)
Shsssshaaaaaa.
Hae-na stood washing herself beneath the ceiling-mounted showerhead. The stream ran down along her spine, gathered in the hefty underside of her buttocks, and fell away in fat droplets.
The dried scabs and crusted sweat clinging to her skin softened in the water and washed away, and rivulets stained red — as though someone had mixed paint into them — ran across the white tiles and disappeared down the drain.
The shower stall was made of clear glass, so from outside I could see every last inch of her naked body.
Flour-white skin, ample breasts, a wide pelvis, an enormous ass hoisted high — and not a single ounce of flab anywhere on her. Her figure was, frankly, obscene.
Creeeak. The sound of water stopped dead.
Pat, pat. I watched her blot the moisture from her body with a towel.
She opened the door of the shower stall and stepped out.
She seemed to have decided there was nothing left between us that I hadn't already seen, because she came out without a stitch on, perfectly at ease — clearly I didn't faze her in the slightest.
Every time she moved, her enormous breasts and that ass — sculpted as if by hand, flawless in its shape — swayed and swung.
I had already finished my own shower and was waiting, and until she got dressed I kept awkwardly turning my gaze away, pretending to look elsewhere.
"How's your body? Nothing hurts?"
At the damp, soft voice I turned — and there she was, cinching the knot of her bathrobe shut over that generous cleavage.
Every fiber of me ached to explore the depths of that breathtaking valley, but I just barely held myself in check and answered.
"I'm fine. Not a thing."
It was the truth. In fact, since I'd bought and downed a potion from the shop earlier, the wounds I'd taken had already scabbed over and were healing clean.
"And you, Hae-na? You're not hurt anywhere?"
Hae-na's body wore its bruises and scars ugly and unhidden. She must have felt my gaze drift toward her collarbones and shoulders.
"I'm fine too. These scars aren't from today."
"I know. Those wounds... that was Jang Yi-soo's doing, wasn't it?"
My question meant far more than what had happened today. She gave a bitter smile and nodded.
"Jang Yi-soo could never get excited by ordinary sex."
One sentence, weighted with implication. I could easily picture what Hae-na must have endured at his hands all this time.
Pity for her welled up in me — and with it, a boiling, murderous rage toward Jang Yi-soo.
"Son of a bitch!"
After spitting out that low curse, I turned to Hae-na and thanked her.
"For earlier. Thank you."
"Huh?"
"You saved me with that arrow when I was half a second from dying. If it hadn't been for you, the one writhing on the floor wouldn't have been the Yisu Gang thugs — it would've been me."
I was bringing up how her arrow had yanked me back from the brink not long ago.
"Don't mention it. If anything, I'm the one who's grateful — you're the one who got me out of there in the first place, Su-ho."
She smiled brightly, showing white, even teeth.
"Your archery was no joke, you know. Is your hunter skill archery?"
"Close, but not quite. My skill is Hand Skill."
"Hand Skill?"
"Mmhm. Anything done with my hands, I'm good at."
By the time those words left her mouth, her face had gone scarlet.
Only then did it dawn on me: somewhere in the middle of all that talking, we had drifted toward each other like magnets until we were standing awfully close. And we were both bare under nothing but robes, sitting on the bed with our thighs touching.
The instant I registered that fact, a maddening heat surged through me, and I felt my cock swelling.
Her fine features, still damp from the shower, looked all the more delicate and lovely.
Gulp.
Just then, a crisp chime rang out in my head — ding-ding! — the sound of a mission activating.
— SPECIAL MISSION —
Sex with Hae-na
Success Reward: 120 EXP
Time Limit: 6D 23H 59M 59S...
I swallowed dryly.
With Hae-na? I mean — not that I'd refuse.
She was blessed with a body that could make any male's eyes roll back before he came charging at her. Jang Yi-soo was a piece of shit, but on the single point of being bewitched by Hae-na, any man could sympathize at least a little.
Even now her breasts and ass strained against the thick robe, flaunting their massive presence.
I felt the impulse to tear that white robe off and take her on the spot — but after hearing about Jang Yi-soo's perverted tastes, my heart was cautious. I was on guard, afraid my own actions might dredge up memories of whatever he had done to her.
God, I wanted to have sex with her. But I didn't want to stand on the same line as a monster like him, so I hesitated.
Then, as if to dissolve all that worry, Hae-na closed the distance first. She reached out and gently parted the collar of my robe.
Out came my prize of a body — as if a master sculptor had poured his entire soul into carving it.
Hae-na's slender, jade-smooth fingers reached toward my broad chest, then flinched back, startled, it seemed, at herself.
"Oh — sorry. I don't know what came over me..."
She smoothed my robe shut again and slid back on the bed, putting a little distance between us. She fanned her crimson face with her hand.
"Whew. It's hot in here."
Her behavior looked unnatural enough that I asked her point-blank.
"Want to sleep together?"
"Huh?"
Instead of answering, she buried her face in embarrassment — so I moved in and pressed my body against hers.
"Tell me if you don't want this."
With gentle hands, I slipped the robe from her shoulders. The luscious breasts I had craved from the very first moment I laid eyes on her came into view, and I began to caress her bare skin with my tongue and lips.
Mwah-shlup. Mwah-shlup.
Her pink nipples stiffened, standing up taut. I'd sensed it back at the pool, when our bodies had brushed — but her body was honest, painfully so.
My lips, still worshipping her breasts, drifted lower and lower, past that creamy white flesh, all the way to her groin. Her pussy was already a honey pot, slick and sticky with the juices that had leaked out.
Schluuurp!
I buried my face into her crotch and stiffened my tongue. It glided soft and slow over the ridged folds of her pussy.
Her sweet spot must have taken the hit — Hae-na let out a moan, mmnh! She pushed my face away with her pretty hands and writhed, twisting this way and that.
I paid it no mind and pressed right back in. Spreading her firm thighs with both hands, I went after her labia and everything around it with far more aggression.
Schlick. Schlick.
My tongue lapped up her nectar, sweet with a scent of peaches. Tart. Her whole body jolted, and jolted again, convulsing.
Flick! Flick! My stiff tongue-tip worked back and forth, drumming against her clit.
"Ahh—!"
The short spasms swelled in seconds into a wave as tall as a house, and a fierce jet burst from her pussy. Every drop of her came pouring down onto my face.
Schlick. Licking her spend from my face, I said,
"Your body's honest, isn't it?"
She hid her face behind both palms, mortified.
"I don't know."
She looked adorable like that.
Foreplay's more than covered by now.
I hoisted my rock-hard cock and set it down against her groin with a solid thud. My thick cockhead slapped wetly against her pussy, again and again, and every slap made her quiver with pleasure.
Just as I was slowly pushing the head of my huge cock into Hae-na's pussy—
"I'm sorry. Putting it in is... a little..."
She pushed me away.
I searched her face, trying to judge whether to press through or stop — and her expression was a strange thing, longing and fear tangled together. Her body wanted me, most likely. But something emotional seemed snagged somewhere inside her.
Me, meanwhile, I was burning up from head to toe. But she was refusing — there was no way I could keep going.
I quietly reached to pull her panties back up — and she caught my hand.
"It's a poor substitute, but... let me get you off with my hand."
Her long, pretty white fingers closed around my cock. Just the right pressure squeezed down around my shaft, soft and steady.
Tok. Tok. Tok.
The thick veins ridging my cock slid in and out between her fingers. Then Hae-na's Hand Skill went off like a lightning strike.
A mere handjob, and the pleasure was more than enough — my whole body felt like it had ascended to heaven.
Hae-na, for her part, felt a tangle of emotions as she stroked and looked at Su-ho's magnificent cock.
...My body's acting strange.
Before long, the urge to come crashed over me all at once.
"Ungh — I'm coming!"
SPLURT!
Hae-na caught the firing stream with an umbrella made of her own hand.
Slither, slither, slither.
The smell is dizzying.
Staring down at the bowlful of thick, pearly cum pooled in her palm, she felt the urge to bury her nose in it and lick it up.
Once I'd spent myself, I found I could just barely hold onto my reason, even with Hae-na's maddening body right there in front of me.
In the awkward silence that followed, Hae-na wiped her hand clean and asked me,
"So — what do we do now?"
For a second I blinked at her, not following. She added,
"About Jang Yi-soo."
"Oh. We kill him, obviously."
I answered, my eyes gone cold in an instant.
"Which is exactly what I wanted to ask — if you know anything that could help us take him down, tell me. You were close to him; you must have picked things up. Habits even he doesn't know he has, places he's always going — that kind of thing."
Hae-na mulled it over in deep silence for a while. Then her face settled into the look of someone who had made up her mind.
"Either way, after today we'll be wanted fugitives hunted by the entire Yisu Gang. If that's how it's going to be, then right now — while their preparations aren't finished — might be the best chance we'll ever get."
"You mean, attack right now?"
Hae-na nodded.
"Yes. Usually, once a Gangnam Underworld Alliance meeting wraps up, they call in the prostitutes and have their fun."
The Gangnam Underworld Alliance — that was the body behind the meeting Jang Yi-soo had attended.
"I see."
I nodded to show I understood.
"So?"
She answered with a sly grin.
"I've got a plan."
