The Taste of Forbidden Heat
This is what a kiss feels like.
This is what it means to press your lips together. This is what it means to tangle your tongues. This is what lovers do. This is how they confirm each other’s hearts.
I pulled away from Samchon and sank into my thoughts for a moment. It was sweet. It made me feel like I was floating. It left me dizzy, like I was dreaming. I wasn’t completely clueless about kissing. I’m not an idiot, and I’m not a child anymore. If you watch enough dramas or movies, you know that kissing is what people in love do. But… I had never really pictured myself as the one doing it.
I’d vaguely imagined that someday, if I met someone I loved and wanted to convey my feelings, we might share a kiss. But even after I met Samchon, got to know him, and fell for him… I never quickly pictured us kissing. Samchon cherished me too much. He tried so hard to see me only as his niece. It was only after he confessed his feelings that he finally allowed himself to want more.
I wanted to be loved even more by him. I wanted him to adore me even more. To think only of me. To look only at me. Even in the moments we were apart. Even in the moments we were together. Always, only me. His niece. His older sister’s daughter. His mother’s granddaughter.
Samchon really… kisses just like himself.
Gentle for his niece, who was tasting a man’s tongue for the first time. Soft. Slow, for the niece who was being held in a man’s arms for the first time. Then, occasionally, impatient—revealing his own greed. He would part my lips, push his tongue inside, and I realized there were places like this in my mouth. When Samchon’s tongue touched there, this was how it felt. It was so dizzying I couldn’t stay still… My heart pounded and floated, my vision blurred, and I felt like I might fly away somewhere. It all felt like a dream.
Samchon… probably noticed too.
Even after the kiss ended, my heart wouldn’t settle. Instead, a lingering, subtle heat burned hotter in my chest. The more I thought about Samchon, the more I recalled the moment we kissed, the more it felt like he might climb on top of me right now… pull me close and kiss me again. I don’t know if he felt it too. But the way he quickly changed the subject made it obvious. He must have noticed how unbearably hot his niece’s body had become the moment their lips met. How she trembled as if she might melt. How she might collapse at any second. How his niece had become a fool because of him.
By the way… why is Samchon so good at kissing?
The sudden question quickly twisted into jealousy. Of course there must have been countless women who wanted Samchon. Some of them must have succeeded. Some must have been allowed his lips. Some must have been allowed even his body. And among them, the one I hated most—the woman I couldn’t stand to look at—must have been allowed to marry him. Simply because she received his permission before I did.
Those rag-like creatures who would never have even gotten a turn if Samchon had met me first. Those worthless worms.
No… think positively.
Those women trained him. After all, I would be Samchon’s last woman. So when the final victor—me—fell into his arms, I could give him the greatest satisfaction. Share the best kiss. The best… that. You know. That thing. The thing men and women do at the end when they love each other. I was born that way, and so was Samchon. I know what it is. I’ve heard how it’s done. But actually… how could I… be the one…
Pervert! You’re crazy! Crazy!
Does Samchon have these thoughts too? Does he lose himself in fantasies about taking me—his own niece? Does he dream of me? Since it’s hard to touch me in reality, does he only do it in dreams? Acknowledging me as his woman. Marking me as his woman. Leaving traces… with fatigue…
“Haa.”
A soft sigh slipped out before I could stop it. At some point, whenever I thought about Samchon, I would unconsciously let out a heated breath. My breathing grew ragged for no reason. I felt strange for no reason. My pounding heart kept me from sleeping.
Samchon…
You’re sleeping right beside me right now, completely unaware. You have no idea what your niece is worrying about. What kind of thoughts she’s drowning in. You just lie there with that angelic face. I know you’re exhausted from taking care of me, but sometimes it makes me angry. I’m suffering this much because of you… I’m this restless because of you… so why are you already asleep? You should hold me tighter. You should sing me a lullaby in that gentle voice. So your niece can fall asleep. So your niece can dream of you. So that even in her dreams, she can see only you.
“Sam… chon. Haa. Haa.”
Breathy sighs. Low, sinful breaths. Unholy gasps that rose whenever I called his name. I buried my face in Samchon’s chest, and his scent filled me. A faint trace of sweat. A hint of soap. A comforting aroma that usually lulled me to sleep. But today… no, from today onward. Maybe even in the past, before we truly knew each other. Somehow, whenever I smelled this scent… I…
“Samchon.”
I… I shouldn’t be doing this.
At the very least, I should keep my mouth shut. So Samchon wouldn’t wake up. So he could keep thinking his niece was always a pure girl. But…
“Haa. Haa.”
Curled in Samchon’s arms, breathing in his scent, I slowly—without rushing, so that if he woke up I could pretend it was sleep-talking—slipped my hand under my top. I nudged my bra aside just enough to create a gap, then caressed my own breast. Imagining it was Samchon touching me. Samchon groping me. However I wanted.
This… isn’t right… Samchon…
If you did this to your sleeping niece. If you took off her underwear to see what was there. If you realized how filthy her thoughts were while you fondled her breasts. How, beneath her navel, while kissing you… such scorching heat was swirling. How wet she was. So soaked you might worry she’d wet herself.
“Samchon… Haa. Haa.”
If only you were farther away, this wouldn’t be so painful. If only you were on the floor. In the living room. If even a single door or a single bed separated us, I might be able to endure it. But when I open my eyes, you’re there. When I reach out, I can touch you. I can feel you. I really… can’t hold back anymore. It’s all because of you, Samchon. You turned me into a fool. Into a pervert. Into an idiot who thinks of nothing but you. So I… I’ll do whatever I want. I’ll have dirty thoughts about you. I’ll dream of a future where the two of us are the main characters.
My clothes kept riding up. Before long, my top had been pulled so high it was no longer something a niece should wear in front of her uncle. My navel was completely exposed. My ribs showed. What would happen if I took off even more? Right beside a sleeping Samchon. A woman who was his niece.
Just a little… just a little more…
His niece has terrible sleeping habits. She must have had a nightmare beside Samchon and ended up completely undressed. If he doesn’t hold her tight, she’ll keep doing this. She’ll catch a cold. Why is a girl who never used to do this suddenly acting this way? I don’t know. If I had to guess… maybe it’s because some Samchon who lives somewhere gave his niece such a sweet kiss that she can’t sleep. Or rather, she falls asleep but then tosses and turns. She keeps squirming while thinking only of Samchon.
I pushed my bra up even higher. If Samchon opened his eyes, the first thing he would see would be his niece’s breasts.
“Haa… Haa…”
Quietly. Please. So my breathing wouldn’t wake him. It was too much to bear, so I covered my own mouth with my free hand. But I couldn’t stop. This bubbling emotion. This pleasure. These… naughty fantasies about Samchon. These lewd thoughts.
Slowly. Bit by bit. Continuously imagining Samchon was touching me. My nipple… flick.
“Hngh! Haa…”
This… this is weird. Was this spot always… like this? The place I touched every time I showered—why did it become so sensitive just because I was thinking of Samchon? Why did it leave me so helpless? Why was my heart pounding like this?
I kept rolling it between my thumb and forefinger. Stroking. Tensing my thighs, rubbing them together over and over. My mind was still lost in Samchon. This isn’t right, Samchon. You can’t do that, Samchon. Samchon. Samchon. If you grope your niece’s breasts like that… if you torment her nipples until they swell… if you pinch them until her pink skin turns red… if you tease her until she can’t do anything…
Your niece… really… haa… if you do this… down there…
I… I didn’t wet myself, did I? I’m how old and I still can’t control my bladder? If Samchon scolds me, what could I even say? Would this heat escape through my panties? Would it soak my pajama pants and even the blanket we’re sharing?
I don’t know. I don’t know, but… this feeling. This heat that overwhelms me whenever I think of Samchon. I know exactly what to do with it.
This… can only be solved… by Samchon… that’s what I’m saying.
So Samchon. Dream of me. In your dream, I’m breathing hard. In your dream, we… uncle and niece… are doing what we shouldn’t. I’ll dream too. Of Samchon. Together with Samchon. In Samchon’s arms. If we keep dreaming like this… who knows? Maybe a dream-like thing will happen to us too. The two of us. Without anyone knowing. Using the excuse that it was only a dream. Just the two of us. Forever.