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"All done practicing?"
"Hnn... Sh-Shinwoo..."
"Every time you get hit, I'm touching you."
"O-okay..."
She could have dodged. Anyone watching would have seen it. Rahee simply chose not to. I glanced at the flush climbing her cheeks and ears, let out a short laugh, and gently stroked her breast, savoring the fine shiver running through her skin as she swallowed her moans. This little bear thought she was being clever. There's a way around that.
"Hnnn... ngh... haah..."
"On the other hand, if you beat it, there might be a reward."
"Ah..."
Only then did strength return to the hands locked around the controller. I watched her a moment longer, then slowly reached out with my left hand and drew it over the firm plane of her stomach, teasing her by hovering just short of the valley between her thighs.
"Ah, Sh-Shinwoo... ngh."
"You have to dodge. Block that."
"Haa... hnn..."
What Rahee didn't know was that this tutorial boss couldn't actually be beaten. Hit it calmly enough and it vanished on its own—a boss fit for a tutorial, nothing more—but the moment you set your mind on killing it, the difficulty shot straight up.
"Hnn... haah... haa..."
A few attempts were all it took. By then Rahee wasn't paying the game any attention at all. She left her character standing there to be carved apart by the boss, and every time it happened, my hands moved.
"Haah... hah... nnh..."
All of her focus had poured into my touch. The fingers gripping the controller were going white.
"Shinwoo... you're warm... hnn..."
"So are you. Rahee's breasts are the best."
"...Ah... haah..."
She nestled deeper into my arms, and through her back the fierce hammer of her heart reached my chest. Against the hips she was slowly grinding further into me, my cock—already up—was being pressed harder and harder.
"D-do you really... like my breasts...?"
"Yeah. How could I not?"
"...Then... more... please touch them more... hnn..."
"As much as you want."
"Ahh... haah, thank you... for liking my body... hnn... always..."
My hands stayed unhurried, and Rahee was beginning to enjoy the mood herself. She had liked last night well enough—the fever of the two of us endlessly craving each other—but she seemed to prefer something this soft. I liked both. Today, though, I wanted to put more of myself into comforting her.
"Hnn, Shinwoo..."
Breathing hot under my hands, she set the controller down as if she couldn't stand it anymore and awkwardly stroked my thigh. The softness of her palm and the clumsiness of the motion only made it more stimulating. I quietly enjoyed her touch. Little by little the cheerful air in the room sank, and Rahee's sweet breathing began to fill the space it left.
"...Lower... lower too... Shinwoo..."
She laid her hand lightly over mine where it rested on her stomach, asking for something deeper. I leaned in and whispered at her ear.
"Want to do it yourself?"
"...Ah..."
I felt her start to turn her head at the whisper, and stroked her breast instead. She swallowed and let a moan slip out.
"I want to watch."
"Ahh..."
"You, enjoying yourself on your own."
"Th-that's embarrassing..."
Slowly I took my hand off her stomach and laid it over the back of the hand on my thigh, then guided that hand down between her legs.
"You can do it, right?"
"...Yes. Just... please don't look at me like I'm strange..."
"Mm. I want to watch."
"...O-okay..."
Rahee swallowed hard, reached slowly for her own crotch, and began to fidget.
"Hnn..."
Under my palm, held just slightly off her, the movement was thick with awkwardness. I knew exactly how to erase that. All I had to do was make it impossible for her not to move.
"Haaahn...! Ahk..."
I brought my lips to the pale nape of her neck and began to kiss her softly. Her whole body shivered as if a current had run through it, and she leaned fully back into my arms. I pushed her tank top up, little by little, and whispered.
"You have to move."
"Ah, yes... nnh..."
I stroked the breasts filling the sports bra that had come into view, deliberately avoiding the small peaks peeking out beneath my palm, and began to taste her neck. A hint of salt. That salt only made it more stimulating.
"Ahk, haa, Sh-Shinwoo... ngh..."
Hot air was gathering under my left hand. Her movements, sinking into the caress, were growing more natural.
"You like stroking long like this, up and down?"
"Y-yes... hnn..."
"The outside more than the inside?"
"Hnn... th-the inside... when I want to come..."
"Ah. You don't like the clit?"
"It's t-too much... haah, stimulation... hnn..."
"What about this much?"
The moment I drew my fingers very gently over the upper edge of her valley, Rahee began to straighten her legs.
"Haaah... I l-like it..."
"Then this much? Does it hurt a little?"
"Ahk! I-it doesn't hurt..."
The seam of the leggings made it a little awkward, but all I wanted was to teach her there were other ways to enjoy a mood like this. A hundred-meter dash was fine. There were plenty of other events.
"So you don't hate it."
"No... hnn... Sh-Shinwoo... I feel like my heart's going to burst..."
"I know. I can hear it."
"Hah... ahk, ahh..."
Now that I knew how she moved, I began to follow her fingers, filling in the empty spaces each time they traveled up and down. Then I took my mouth off the pale neck already glistening with my saliva, and the moment I gently caught her earlobe between my teeth—
"Ahhnn!"
The thighs that had been spread snapped shut in front of her. She hadn't come. Her neck was sensitive enough, but her ears seemed even more so. I felt her body tense in my arms and whispered.
"You like your ears more than your neck?"
"Hah, I-I don't know... I don't, I don't know..."
"I'll take it that you like both."
I reached between her tightly closed thighs and gently spread them. Under my hands the strength began to leave her legs, and she opened them slowly. The sight made me swallow without meaning to. As those beautiful thighs opened again, I stroked them.
"Beautiful."
"Haa, haa... th-thank you... for always... haah, saying I'm pretty..."
"I call pretty things pretty."
There wasn't a single part of Rahee's body she had neglected. I couldn't even guess how much training it took to make a body like this. If Hyunji's felt carved down to the extreme, Rahee's was a body built up, calmly, piece by piece. You only had to look to know how much effort that had taken.
Watching her lean on me with a body she had worked so hard to cultivate, surrendering herself drunk on desire under my hands, filled something possessive in me, something that wanted to conquer. That was the moment.
"Haa, haa, Sh-Shinwoo..."
"Yeah."
I took my hands off as she tried to slip out of my arms. Getting hard to hold back, is she. I wanted to touch her more. A little disappointing, but there would be a next time. Then Rahee turned, bracing a hand on my chest, looked up at me, and swallowed.
She wanted to say something, and it was clearly difficult. I stroked her cheek and waited for her to find the words.
"Today... I want to do it for you."
"...You want to?"
"...Yes."
There was none of the earlier will to take the lead in the eyes looking up at me. Just pure lust, wanting me. And affection. I had meant to give her today the way she wanted it, and it was about time I started teaching her, so this worked out.
"All right."
I slowly leaned my back against the wall behind me. If I'd known it would come to this, I would've bought a sofa. The cold of the wall against my back actually cleared my head a little. I had been getting drunk on her body too.
"Haa, haa..."
I met the eyes of Rahee, quietly watching me. She looked at me the way someone looks at a view they mean to remember, and swallowed. Everyone has a first time. Depending on what that first time gives you, you come away with confidence, or you lose it.
I preferred the former, and I meant to guide her gently so her pride wouldn't get hurt. I wasn't expecting much from the start anyway.
"Then, shall we take this off?"
"...Ah. Ah. Yes..."
She had only been staring. When I whispered, she grabbed the hem of my T-shirt in a hurry, as if she had just remembered herself. I stroked that hand lightly and whispered again.
"No need to rush. We've got time."
"Ah... yes..."
She swallowed and slowly lifted my shirt. It might take her a while to understand what I meant. She had only just discovered the taste of a man; it was still early for her to savor this subtler flavor of sexual tension.
"Ah..."
Once the shirt was off and set aside, Rahee looked at my body and let out a sound. I couldn't tell why she was wearing such a moved expression. She was a trainer. She must have seen better bodies than this. I took her hand and drew her into my arms.
"Not much to look at?"
"N-no... it's the first time I've seen your body like this, so I like it..."
"Do you know how?"
"I've h-heard about it."
"Want to try?"
"...Yes."
Slowly she moved her face, bringing her mouth toward my nipple. She seemed to know at least the basics of working a man's chest. The suction that followed was too strong, though, and I stroked her head and whispered.
"Mm. A little softer."
"Ah..."
"That's about right. Use your tongue. Mm. Like that."
When I deliberately let more sound slip out, confidence began to gather in her movements. It was cute. I slowly stroked her back, and she flinched. Beyond that, the mountain of her hips swaying just a little was a hell of a sight.
"Mm. That's good. Softly, with your lips. Your tongue too. Yeah. Like that."
I quietly enjoyed her mouth as she worked her way over to the other nipple. Awkward and stiff, still moving from her head more than from my reactions—but that had a flavor of its own. Almost enough to make me see why people went looking for someone still green.
"Haa, haa..."
When she slowly drew her lips away, the skin around her mouth glistened with saliva. I stroked her head, met her eyes, and nodded.
"You did well. Will you do the rest, down below?"
"...A-are you really... all right with that...?"
"Of course. You think I'd have you stop here?"
"N-no... I w-want to..."
Her eyes had gone round, as if she couldn't believe me. I stroked the flushed cheek, brought my hand back to her head, and slowly pressed. Rahee let out a soft "Ah..." and lowered her gaze.
"Th-then..."
Watching my face, she undid the button of my pants, and the moment the zipper crept down she moaned again.
"Ah..."
"Does it smell?"
"...Yes... a dirty... smell... haa, haa..."
That wasn't what I had meant by the question. She murmured it as if she were drunk on it. I scratched my cheek, then slowly stroked her head, and she hooked her fingers in the waistband of my drawers and drew them down.
Like a catapult with its locking pin released, my cock sprang free all at once.
"Ah... th-this... was it always like this...?"
She looked up at me with round eyes, but it wasn't as if I knew either. Saying something I didn't know would only make it harder to clean up afterward.
She wouldn't have believed me even if I told her. It wasn't a lie. I was simply keeping quiet about a fact I had no way of knowing.
"'This'? The way you say it sounds a little off."
"N-no...! That's not what I— ah, it's h-hot..."
I quietly watched her stare blankly at my cock, then slowly reach out, murmuring as she did. Getting her used to the sight was fine. I was also starting to want the inside of her mouth.