Chapter 15
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 15
Chapter Title: Mori Yoshinari (3)
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The dumbest thing in the world had to be going straight for insertion without any foreplay whatsoever. Baek Il-yeong knew that all too well.
Slurp... Chup...
Lewd sounds echoed through the room. With no lamps lit, they used only the moonlight streaming through the wide window to explore each other's bodies.
Baek Il-yeong half-opened his eyes and gazed at Mori Yoshinari's face as she lost herself in a trance, her tongue dancing wildly while she let out soft, heated breaths.
Moonlight illuminated half her face, turning her ordinary skin ghostly white. Her pretty eyes, softly closed in a graceful arc, slowly opened, and her lips parted bit by bit.
A thin strand stretched between them before snapping in midair. Mori Yoshinari, her face flushed red, shyly bowed her head and murmured,
"...This is my first time."
Ah. I'm losing my mind.
Did she even realize what she'd just said? Unless he had erectile dysfunction, there was no way he wasn't getting hard after that.
"Sorry. It's not my first time."
He felt bad for her, but Baek Il-yeong already had some experience. Of course, it wasn't like he'd blown his wad at a brothel or anything... Over those two months, survival had taken priority over sex, and he hadn't been that desperate anyway.
Still, he couldn't help worrying a little that she might get hurt.
"It's fine. I expected as much."
But Mori Yoshinari just nodded as if it were no big deal. Considering the era, it would be weirder if she didn't have experience.
Baek Il-yeong approached her slowly, lost in such thoughts. Realizing no more words were needed, she trembled faintly as she slid her clothes off her shoulders.
It hit him anew how strangely twisted this world was. This woman who swung around such a massive, brutal spear had arms as slender and delicate as any girl's her age.
"Wait. Yoshinari."
Baek Il-yeong grabbed her wrist, stopping her from stripping completely. She looked up at him with eyes full of shyness and confusion, and he gently pulled her into his arms, lowering his head to whisper softly in her ear.
"Let's take it slow. No need to rush."
The sun had barely set. Baek Il-yeong had no intention of letting her go until morning—he'd basically just said it outright.
"...Okay."
She stared at him blankly for a moment before nodding. Their lips met once more.
The previous kiss had been deep, but it paled in comparison to this one.
At first, their lips brushed softly, like dipping crusty bread into milk to soften it before taking slow bites.
Slurp—Smack—.
The wetter the lewd sounds grew in their ears, the more intense and passionate their kiss became. Baek Il-yeong playfully grazed her slender teeth with his tongue, pulled back quickly, and gave her lips a light lick.
Unable to hold back any longer, he placed his hand on her left shoulder and slowly slid her clothes down.
"Hngh...!"
Her innocent, honest moan—pure and virginal, as if she were desperately holding back—only fueled his arousal further.
He pulled down her undergarments, then cupped the breast that sprang fully free.
"Haaang...!"
A sweet, lascivious nasal whine burst from her lips.
Her voluptuous tits were so huge that even his fairly large hands couldn't fully grasp them.
He closed his eyes, savoring the feel of her breath and saliva on his mouth, the trembling and softness of her body under his hands.
"Nngh... Haaang...!"
Her breasts must have been her erogenous zone; she'd already forgotten to move her tongue, shuddering under Baek Il-yeong's gentle caresses. He hugged her tightly and squeezed her tits even harder.
"Hikyuung...!"
As if a button had been pressed, an utterly obscene moan escaped her. Baek Il-yeong stroked her smooth back soothingly and murmured low.
"Did you inherit these tits? Or is it just you?"
He'd been curious about that. With tits this massive, was it genetic? Or had she just grown enormous ones herself? Either way, having breasts like these was a blessing.
As he spoke, he teased her nipple with his finger, drawing a melting whine laced with her answer.
"Hngaaaang... N-no, it's not inherited... Just me... Hnngh!"
Too bad it wasn't genetic.
Baek Il-yeong lightly stroked the head of the cutely moaning Mori Yoshinari, then bent down and nipped her slender neck.
He couldn't rush. Two months of pent-up lust drove him wild, but he suppressed it, devouring her slowly, ever so slowly.
"Haa... Oo...!"
She shivered at the wet, tender kisses on her neck. Naturally, his hands were still assaulting her massive tits.
His lips trailed up from her neck to the spot between her ear and jaw. He tilted his head, took her earlobe in his mouth, and licked it with his tongue.
"Hnnnghaaa...!"
Was there any sound sweeter than a virgin's whine soaked in pleasure? Baek Il-yeong rolled her earlobe in his mouth to make her moans even louder and more beautiful.
"Hngaaang... Oooh."
Her body was heating up. He slowly released her earlobe, gave her ear a light lick, and whispered huskily.
"You're feeling it awfully well for your first time, aren't you?"
"Th-that's because... Haaang... You're too... G-good at it...!"
He'd asked on purpose, then twisted her breast to mix moans into her words. It was intentional, but her reaction was so cute that he gently stroked her cheek.
"...My bad."
His caresses lightened naturally, and she panted hot breaths against his chest, lowering her head.
"...Stop teasing... And do it for real."
She said it without meeting his eyes. Knowing how much courage that took for a virgin like her, Baek Il-yeong stroked her head like a teacher praising a student and smiled softly.
"Alright. I'll do it for real."
Baek Il-yeong lowered his head slowly, taking in the sight of her two enormous breasts, each as big as his face. He carefully cupped the underside of her left one and nibbled gently.
"Haaahng...!"
A jolt of intense pleasure raced up her spine; her legs wrapped around his back, her arms around his neck. They ended up half-reclining.
Savoring her moans in his ear and the press of her body against his, he leisurely swirled his tongue over her nipple. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to stifle her moans against his cautious licks—like savoring the skin of freshly peeled pudding—but when he nipped it once, her resistance crumbled.
"Haaaang♡"
Her pleasure-drenched cry rang out, and her pussy, pressed against his stomach, grew unmistakably wetter, dripping steadily. In response, he slid one hand down to caress her thigh softly.
Slurp—Smack—.
"Huuuaaaeh... S-so good."
The obscene sucking sounds from her breast mingled with her moans, and Baek Il-yeong couldn't help but stiffen fully.
Smooth.
His hand glided along her sleek curves until her half-undressed clothes caught at her waist. As expected of a warrior, her flawless, toned figure felt even more erotic.
He stroked her abdomen slowly, feeling her firm abs, and whispered teasingly in surprise.
"Is this why you ride so well? No belly fat at all."
"St-stop teasing me... Hoo."
Of course, his hands kept her on edge the whole time, so she glared at him reproachfully even as her body clung to him tighter, demanding more.
He was reaching his limit. For a first-time girl like her, the lingering alcohol and his expert touches had her half out of her mind. Her underwear was soaked through—so much so it was embarrassing to even call it that.
She wasn't completely ignorant of sex; she knew exactly what she needed to quench the aching thirst between her legs. But with Baek Il-yeong sticking to playful caresses, she was burning up with frustration.
At that moment, catching her impatient expression, he chuckled softly, pulled her shoulders into a gentle embrace, licked her ear once, and whispered low.
"Tell me honestly what you're feeling right now."
"Wh-what... Hngh!"
But her feeble resistance ended with a single breast twist; she let out a cute whine and squeezed her eyes shut.
She knew what he wanted. Her instincts as a woman—not a warrior—were screaming it. She just couldn't bring herself to say it out of shame.
Yet for a virgin once sunk in pleasure, voicing that momentary humiliation brought pleasure as sweet as the fruit of good and evil.
"You... jerk...!"
Her face burning, she bonked her head against his chest—thump, thump. To think he'd want to hear this. Pervert. Idiot. Trash...
But Baek Il-yeong stroked her gray hair as if understanding her cute tantrum completely and said,
"Beg me."
"...Give it to me."
"What?"
He must have heard, but he stopped his caresses on purpose, making her repeat it. Blushing to her neck with shame, anticipation for the pleasure to come, she murmured louder than before.
"...P-put your cock... In my pussy...!"