Traces of Each Other (2)
Traces of Each Other (2)
The soaked underwear clung to her skin as if it were a part of her, and every brush of Baek Woo-jin's breath against it drew more moisture to the surface.
Baek Woo-jin hooked his fingers into both sides of the garment, now long past serving any purpose. Then he pressed his lips gently to her tightly closed thighs.
"......?!"
Claire, who had been covering her face with her hands, flinched. But Baek Woo-jin did not stop there.
Smack—
"Hyaa?!"
His mouth brushed her lower belly, and her tightly sealed lips parted around a cute little cry.
Baek Woo-jin spoke, his tone carrying the barest edge of mischief.
"If you don't open your legs, I can't take them off."
"Ah, nnnh......"
Hesitation drawn out to the very last moment.
But the desire swelling beyond all control drove her to move.
Slowly, her clenched thighs eased apart. Yet Claire did not realize—
—that her small hesitation, her shy reluctance, and the way she ultimately surrendered her body to longing with such obedience, was only spurring Baek Woo-jin on.
He gazed at the undergarment, wetter now than moments before, and moved his hands.
With a sound that fed his excitement, the soaked fabric slid down, gradually revealing the most secret part she had kept hidden all this time.
Squelch—
As the underwear peeled away from her drenched sex, a clear, sticky thread stretched long between them.
When it snapped, a chill raced up Claire's spine.
The spot that had known nothing but heat moments ago now met the cool air, and a strange, sharp thrill pierced straight through her body.
His hands slid past her hips and withdrew.
The garment, soaked through and saturated with her scent, dropped to the floor.
"Nnh, ngh......"
Naked. Not a single thread left on her.
Claire had braced herself for this, but once she was completely bared, the flood of shame made it impossible to look at Baek Woo-jin—or even to manage a proper sound.
Baek Woo-jin, for his part, slowly drank in the sight of her nakedness, visible even in the darkness.
Two hands shyly hiding her face.
Breasts trembling with each breath.
A flat, smooth stomach and the gentle mound below.
And then—
Thud, thump.
Baek Woo-jin began removing his own clothes.
Unlike the care he had taken with Claire, his movements were completely unrestrained.
The sight of her—utterly exposed and vulnerable, as if silently begging him to take her despite her embarrassment—had provoked him once again.
Thump—!!
His belted trousers fell below the bed.
Every time such a sound reached her, Claire flinched, her shoulders trembling, and the hands shielding her face crept lower, little by little.
When even the last of his undergarments was gone, a pair of blue lights gleamed in the darkness. But Claire, who had found the courage to lower her hands out of curiosity, did not see what she had been hoping to find.
Smack—
"Hyaa?!"
A cool, tingling sensation at the top of her foot tore a cute cry from Claire's lips. Baek Woo-jin had moved lower and pressed a kiss to her foot.
"P-Professor......?"
Claire lifted her head.
Baek Woo-jin cradled her foot in his hands and spoke, making no effort to conceal his greed.
"I'm going to mark every inch of you. So you never forget who you belong to."
Before Claire could answer, his lips found her calf.
"Ngh......!!"
Even when a monster's fangs had run her through, Claire had never let out a single groan. But now, a stifled sound escaped her again.
Wherever his hands and lips touched, heat pooled low in her belly.
And once his mouth had traced the back of her knee and traveled up her thigh—
"P-Professor?!"
"Stay still."
When Claire urgently tried to close her thighs, Baek Woo-jin used both arms to spread them wider and wedged himself into the space between.
"Glad to see you're enjoying this."
"Ah, ngh, P-Professoor......"
Claire looked down at Baek Woo-jin, his face poised right before a part of her she had never paid any particular attention to, and her expression crumpled, on the verge of tears.
Schlick.
"Nngh......!!"
Both of Baek Woo-jin's hands gently parted her slick, glistening folds.
Scarlet inner flesh, drenched in obscene color.
He had pried open forbidden ground no one had ever trespassed upon before.
Baek Woo-jin brought his mouth to the opening, which gaped slightly and leaked warm fluid in tiny pulses.
"Nnghh......!!"
Claire's back arched hard.
Savoring a taste more intense than anything else, Baek Woo-jin shifted higher.
His tongue, reaching out to taste her, caught on a firm little nub.
An erogenous spot every woman possessed.
Baek Woo-jin teased the tiny bud hidden inside its hood with his tongue.
He slipped his tongue skillfully beneath to peel back the covering.
And then, without a moment's hesitation, he bit down on the exposed clit.
"Hahhh......?!"
Claire's back bowed and her hips lifted abruptly off the bed.
Her legs, which had stretched out as if lost, wrapped tightly around Baek Woo-jin's waist.
Toes curled to their limit.
Her body heaved violently.
Baek Woo-jin began to move again, still caught in the stream of liquid soaking his neck and chest.
He passed over the smooth, hairless mound, past her navel and her taut belly, then seized a breast that shook with her ragged breathing and bit down hard on the prominent scarlet peak.
"Nnghh......!!"
Claire's hands, which had been hiding her face, clamped onto Baek Woo-jin's head and pulled him firmly against her.
For a while he stayed cradled in her embrace, feeling the warmth of her body and listening to the pleasant drum of her heartbeat, waiting for Claire to settle.
The arms wrapped around his head slowly fell away.
Baek Woo-jin lifted himself up.
Their eyes met at last, and they could truly see each other's faces.
Blue eyes glassy with tears.
Lips slightly parted.
Cheeks flushed with heat.
Baek Woo-jin reached out and gently stroked her cheek.
Then he kissed her again.
"Mmm, schlup......"
Neither could say who started it, but their tongues tangled together, greedy for each other's taste. The longer they remained locked together, the tighter Claire's legs squeezed around his waist.
"Haa......"
When the long, long kiss finally broke, a clear droplet stretched between their lips.
"Claire."
"Ngh......"
At the sound of her name from the man she loved, clarity seeped back into Claire's hazy eyes, and she understood.
He wanted her. Right now.
Her mouth, which had only just drunk him in, went dry.
Because of that thick weight pressing against her entrance, pulsing rough and hot. Because of that heavy pressure slowly bearing down on her lower belly.
Claire caught her breath for a moment and slowly unwound her legs from his waist.
"...W-Woo-jin."
Baek Woo-jin's brow twitched.
He did not let it show, but the word that had just left her lips sent his heart lurching.
Baek Woo-jin straightened his body.
He gripped his length and positioned it between Claire's tightly shut folds.
Then he brought it to her entrance, fitting it against that small opening.
"...Please. Make me yours."
Claire reached up and caressed Baek Woo-jin's cheek.
"Leave your mark on me... so I won't forget you......"
Baek Woo-jin nodded.
He leaned down until their noses touched, so she could reach him more easily, hold him more easily.
"Claire."
"......Yes."
Baek Woo-jin pressed his lips to Claire's forehead, her expression filled with so much happiness.
"Don't hold back. Leave your mark on me too. So I can't ever forget you."
"......."
Claire gave no answer. Instead, the hand that had been stroking his face cupped his cheek and pulled him into a kiss.
"...Come inside me."
Baek Woo-jin's hips moved.
There was no hesitation whatsoever.
To hesitate now would be to insult the woman in his arms.
"Nngh...."
Claire, who had been blissfully lost a moment ago, bit her lip.
The narrow crevice that had never known a visitor clung tightly to the intruder forcing its way inside, as if pouring out all the loneliness it had endured.
Deep inside her, a rhythm of fierce clenching and gradual release.
"Haa......"
Claire, who had bitten her lip, let out a short breath.
Baek Woo-jin's hips snapped forward hard.
Schlkk—
"Nnghh...!!"
With no time to even register the sensation, he drove in deep, and Claire threw her arms around him tightly.
It was hard to breathe.
She had thought herself well-accustomed to pain, but Claire could not endure the agony of being torn open—or rather, she did not try to endure it.
Dig—!!
Claire's nails dug into Baek Woo-jin's back.
Deep enough to draw blood, yet Baek Woo-jin did not so much as frown.
Instead, he reached out and gently stroked Claire's cheek.
"Nngh... mhm...."
Claire, who had been grimacing in pain, began to rub her cheek little by little against his hand.
"Haaahh......."
Claire let out a slow breath.
The terrible pain was finally beginning to fade.
"Claire."
At the sound of her name from the man she loved, something jolted sharply in Claire's lower belly.
"Pro, Profess..."
"That's not right, is it."
He sounded almost angry.
And at the same time, Baek Woo-jin drew his hips back.
Schlkk—!!
"Hnngh......!!"
The huge motion plunged into her core again, and Claire's hips bucked.
'Wha, what...?'
The pleasure that crashed over her in an instant made her vision flicker.
It should have still felt like flesh being torn away, just moments ago.
But now her body only felt weightless, her mind blanking into pure white.
"W-wait... Pro..."
"Are you doing that on purpose."
Slap—!!
"Nghht...!!"
Claire's back arched high.
Even with her lips pressed firmly together, she couldn't hold back the moan.
Every time that fullness inside her moved, it felt like chunks of reason were being torn away.
"Claire."
"W-Woo-jin......"
Claire barely managed to call his name.
Only then did Baek Woo-jin nod and stroke her cheek.
He took in the feeling of her inner walls—clenching and clinging around the length buried to the root, begging him to give her everything—and whispered low.
"I'll make sure you can't even remember the pain of being torn."
"No, w-wait..."
Claire's parted lips tried to speak urgently when she saw those golden eyes gleaming fiercely.
Splat—!!
"...Nnghht!!"
She never finished the sentence.