Tasting Again After Nineteen Years (4)
Breasts I was touching for the first time in nineteen years.
And not just any breasts — heavy, overflowing ones that wouldn't even fit in a single hand…!
I had never held anything like these, not even in my previous life.
"Hahh… Young… Master…."
Could words even capture this feeling?
Someone might say a breast is nothing more than a lump of fat wrapped in skin…
But I could say with absolute certainty that the breasts of Wolbaek, currently being kneaded inside my hands, trying to squeeze out between my fingers, could never be explained so simply.
"You don't have to… go for the tips… nngh, w-wait…?"
So this was how soft human flesh could be.
This soft, this yielding.
I was touching her over a thin nightgown, but it barely got in the way.
"Nnhh…!"
I slid my hands a little lower and cupped her breasts from underneath, as if weighing them.
They were far heavier than I expected.
The way they spilled out over both sides of my palms under their own gravity felt incredible.
"Hyaah, Young Master!"
When I gave that overflowing flesh a light pinch, her reaction was something to see.
I brought my hands back up and seized her left breast head-on, squeezing hard.
Whether from surprise or sensation, Wolbaek shrank back slightly and tipped her head.
And that was the moment.
"Hnnngh…."
…What the hell is that…?
In an instant, dark lines like cobwebs shot out from her breast, racing along her collarbone, up her nape, toward her jaw and ear.
They weren't quite black. If I had to describe them, they felt like the afterimage you get when you close your eyes after staring at a bright light.
The moment my hands stopped, they vanished without a trace.
"Ahh… hahh… kyaahn!"
So I kneaded harder.
Just like squeezing a water balloon — whenever I gripped Wolbaek's massive breasts, those cobwebs spread out, and when I eased the pressure, they disappeared.
"Hweh…?"
Because she was wearing a thin white nightgown, when I briefly pulled my hands away I could see the cobwebs under the fabric converging on her nipples.
Then maybe…
Half curiosity, half a lust that was already boiling over, I slowly stroked her breasts, then cupped them from below with my four fingers instead of my thumbs.
Her left breast lifted, and her nipple turned to face me straight on.
"Young Master…?"
If just caressing around the breast got this kind of reaction, how sensitive would the nipple itself be?
Press—
"Heeut, Young… hhk, haaahn?!"
"Just how big do they have to be… for my finger to sink all the way in?"
My thumb buried itself in Wolbaek's breast and disappeared from view.
With my palm supporting the breast and pushing it forward into a long shape, I pressed hard on the nipple — and it sank in with a soft give, exactly like poking a water balloon with a finger.
"Haah… hnn, aah…."
"Your nipples are getting harder too… aren't they, Noona?"
"D-don't call me Noona… haueaat?!"
The instant Wolbaek's hand reached for my wrist, I started slowly rolling my thumb in circles.
Even buried deep in her breast, her already-hardened nipple refused to hide, pushing back against my thumb.
Thanks to that, I could feel her erect nipple shifting up, down, left, and right as I turned it.
"Hnn, aahn…!"
Those cobwebs… what the hell are they?
I stopped my hand for a moment.
The cobwebs that should have vanished by now were still there.
As if the stimulation I had given her had been carved into her body.
When I caressed her nipple again, the traces spread even farther, soon crossing under her collarbone and flowing over to the opposite breast.
"Does it feel good, Noona?"
"Y-Young Master…!!"
"If it doesn't, I'll just try a little harder."
"N-no! It feels go— hnn?!"
"This nightgown's in the way. I'll pay for three days instead of two — so I'm taking it off."
People have an instinct: when a line is drawn, they want to draw over it.
Following the thickest of the cobwebs radiating from Wolbaek's right nipple, I traced her body with my finger.
"Haah… hyaat…!!"
A line about half as thick as the nipple I had been tormenting a moment ago flowed past the underside of her breast toward her armpit…
Then climbed over her collarbone, past her nape, down her sternum, and all the way to her solar plexus.
"Wow…."
Following the line, I slipped my hand under Wolbaek's nightgown.
"W-wait…! Something's… th-this is weird, this is…!!"
This was bare skin that, in all of the Central Plains, only a handful of people had ever touched.
A faint moisture that hadn't yet become sweat created friction, and that friction pulled her skin taut.
Wolbaek's right breast followed my fingers.
When I traced the line that circled her right areola, her nightgown finally fell completely open, and her white breasts — lush and ripe as fruit — were fully revealed.
"They're really beautiful…."
"Hnn…! Don't… say things like that…."
Wolbaek was utterly lost in the situation.
In her entire twenty-seven years of life, she had never gotten this aroused from having only her breasts touched.
She had never once thought of her breasts as an erogenous zone to begin with.
They were just unnecessarily large, dull masses of flesh.
The same went for her areolas and nipples.
The number of people who had even seen them bare was already vanishingly small — and the acts of touching, sucking, and licking them had never once given her pleasure.
Wasn't it just something that one-sidedly satisfied men?
That was the conclusion Wolbaek had reached over her long years as a courtesan.
Nothing more than a troublesome part of her body she had to carefully keep from changing color.
And yet now those places were being pressed like tools, gripped, rubbed between fingers…
Even from that crude stimulation, the Wolbaek of this moment was feeling a thrilling pleasure.
The sensation of having her clitoris obsessively stroked — or something even stronger — was humming and spreading from her breasts to her neck and armpits.
Her breathing had slipped out of her control.
"Stop… please stop, it feels strange…!!"
"Good. I need to get my money's worth somehow."
"Kyahhk… nngh…!!"
"Hahh… fuck, this is so hot."
Suddenly a palm roughly shoved her forehead back.
Jin Yu had shoved the table between them aside and pressed her head down, laying her on the floor.
"N-no… you can't…."
"Can't what?"
"Right now, hnn, you're… forcing…."
"Forcing? Me, forcing Noona? Why?"
"Hnn…?"
"I only paid to torment your breasts. I didn't pay for anything else."
"What does that even— heaaueuk?!!"
The moment she tipped her head back because she couldn't look straight at the Young Master climbing on top of her, a warm, slick sensation suddenly touched her right nipple, which had been standing stiff in the open air.
"Chuuup… chuk, tsup…."
"Hyaaak… uuh…!! Ahhk…!!"
It felt like her vision flashed white.
Without thinking, Wolbaek was pushing at the Young Master's head as he sucked on her nipple.
Until a moment ago, her main feeling had been bewilderment — were my breasts really this sensitive? — but now the dominant thought was that this was dangerous.
A woman's instinct, a female's instinct, was telling her so.
"Haah!! Young Master, rolling it with your tongue is…!!"
"Haap, chuuup…."
Her wrists were caught.
She could no longer push his head away.
Young… Master…. Our Jin Yu….
Her right nipple was growing wet with saliva.
The same saliva she used to wipe away, long ago, when she fed the little boy and it ran down the side of his mouth.
Her left one was already trapped between three fingers, being toyed with for some time.
It was so stiff it almost hurt — she could feel it was erect to its absolute limit.
And it was being caressed without rest.
The soft little hands she herself had once washed were gone; rough, firm male hands were playing with her nipples now.
Ahh…… I've become a toy….
The Young Master who used to play with cloth dolls flickered before her eyes.
He would stroke the little doll's head, knead its arms, and every so often squeeze its body hard as he played.
That child had grown up like this, and now he was using her breasts as his toy.
Stroking her nipples, licking them, sucking them, circling her areolas, gripping her whole breasts hard….
"Hhk…!"
In that moment, a heavy heat pressed against her thighs.
Only then did she realize something was flowing between them.
Ah.
It was hard.
Harder and more painfully erect than anything I had felt since the day I was born.
"Chuuuup… haeup, nngh…."
How the hell was I supposed to hold back when she was doing that?
I had been secretly staring at these breasts for over ten years.
I had never seen them bare, but watching a size that clothes could never fully hide, how many times had I imagined them?
About this big? Or a little bigger?
Days of pure fantasy.
The breasts I had stripped bare and gripped with my own hands were bigger, softer, and lewder than anything I had imagined.
And the taste… was genuinely good.
Don't give me that nonsense about skin not having a taste.
A long time ago, Wolbaek would sometimes come to me before I fell asleep and read me something like a fairy tale.
It was always a little while after her bath, when the scent of fragrant oil had faded somewhat.
Coming to me in nothing but a nightgown with no perfume on it, she carried a soft fragrance that no perfume or oil in the Central Plains could produce.
The smell of bedding dried in the sun.
And layered over it, that alluring scent that only women have….
That fragrance had always drawn me into deep sleep.
I had thought it was some secret perfume only Wolbaek — only Ilhui — used in private. Tasting it now, I knew that wasn't it.
This was the scent of Wolbaek's skin itself.
"Noona, aren't you being way too lewd? You can get this wet from just your breasts?"
"No… no, this is weird…. What did you, hnnk, do to me, Young Masteeer…?!"
"Do? I caressed you."
"In the tea… in the snacks, hnn… aphrodisiacs…??"
"I didn't put any in. Your people prepared it, and I ate the same things you did. But look. You're the only one this wet."
I pushed my knee between her legs.
With a soft thud, the fabric of my pants touched her crotch and slowly grew damp.
Ilhui Wolbaek's love juices.
"No, hhk, my… breasts…."
"How did you even receive clients like this? If I just flick your nipple a little—"
"N-no! Haueuk, hnnnyaaahn…!!!"
The instant I felt something hot flood out against my knee, a vulgar wet sound — chwap — rang out.
It meant her juices were no longer just soaking her clothes; they were flowing out past them.
"Haeup, chuuup, chuk, haap, chuuuup…."
"……!!!!"
There was no more coquetry.
Only ragged breathing.
Even so, true to the "Hui" in her name, she didn't make the animal sounds I had heard in my room before.
That restraint was insanely hot.
"C-come on. You're going to come from just having your breasts caressed, Noona."
"Haak… ahaak…!! Hnnyaaauk…!!!!"
—Slap!
"Ahhk, haaaaahn!!!"
I couldn't hold back anymore.
While focusing my assault on Wolbaek's nipples, I occasionally struck upward against her breasts with my right hand.
The cobwebs, now vivid, shuddered with every blow.
Then they began spreading even finer lines — almost as thin as hair — covering her entire breasts.
"No, haah, stop, something… something weird is… in my lower belly…!!!"
—Slap!!
"Haak, aaaa…!! Gaaaaah…!!!"
I felt Wolbaek's hips lift off the floor.
It was a good thing I was pinning her with my body — if I had left her free, her flowing juices would have splattered up her legs.
"There we go…."
I seized both of her completely exposed breasts in my hands.
Wolbaek seemed to have exhaled everything she had; she could only make strained little sounds — but my attention was elsewhere.
The place where all the cobwebs connect….
A little below her solar plexus, at the center of gravity between her navel and both nipples.
There, where every cobweb joined like roots, a pretty little flower no bigger than a pinky nail was blooming.
A soft, beautiful flower that looked just like a full-moon cluster.
"Relax, Noona."
"Jin Yu…?"
"You said you'd do anything, right?"
"I-I'm sorry, I'm sorry…. Ha… don't do iiiit…."
"Time to come."
Press….
It felt as if her upper abdomen sank endlessly inward with a soft give.
As her gaze, fixed on the thumb I was pressing into the pressure point, slowly rolled upward, I watched every cobweb drawn across her chest get sucked into that single point.
"—————!!!!!!!!!"
Then her entire chest flushed red, and something hot spread upward and downward from her solar plexus.
"Ahak… hyaa… aaaaaaaaahn!!!!!!!"
When that heat reached her lower dantian — the place I was sitting astride — her whole body glowed faintly.
In that instant, Wolbaek's hips thrashed so wildly that my entire body rocked with them.
"Haaaak!!! Aaaaaaeuh, haaaaah!!!"
Rolled-back eyes, drool running down her chin, fingers and toes clenched tight, nipples jutting painfully toward the ceiling.
Wolbaek coming so grandly she was almost convulsing was vulgar beyond words — and so lewd, so beautiful, that I wanted to keep the sight in my eyes for the rest of my life.