Chapter 16
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 16
Chapter Title: Mori Yoshinari (4)
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"...P-put your cock... in me. In my... p-pussy...."
With those words from Yoshinari, the moonlight that had been shrouded by clouds suddenly bathed the two of them in its gentle glow once more. But Il-yeong just grinned playfully, nipping lightly at her ear as he whispered.
"Say it again."
"...You."
Of course, Yoshinari shot him a resentful glare, overwhelmed by a mortifying level of embarrassment. Only then did Il-yeong finally stop teasing and press his lips to her plump ones.
Chuup—.
Another deep, even more lascivious kiss passed between them. By now, they had shared so many that they could no longer distinguish between each other's saliva and their own. Dry lips were once again moistened by the other's essence.
"...Haa. Haa."
Lick.
Eventually, their lips parted again, and Il-yeong placed his hand on Yoshinari's thigh as she gazed at him desperately, panting hot breaths. He stroked it softly.
"Hng... Haa...."
Savoring the faint whimper that reached his ears like a whine, he slowly moved his hand to her abdomen and gave it a light touch.
The outline of her pubic mound stretched out like a path leading to her precious valley came under his fingers. Still kneading her full breasts, Il-yeong slithered his hand downward along it like a snake until soft hair brushed against his palm.
"Hngh...?!"
She must trim it regularly—it felt neatly groomed even just by touch. But Il-yeong deliberately looked down to confirm before chuckling and whispering.
"I had a feeling, but it's gray down here too."
"...Worst... Hnngh...."
At Il-yeong's teasing words, Yoshinari tried to glare and retort, but she couldn't help trembling under his affectionate, gentle strokes, like petting a puppy's back.
"Do you masturbate often?"
"S-sometimes, but not... t-too... oftennn...."
Only then did Il-yeong understand her hypersensitive reactions.
She had been born into a noble family with little interest in anything but martial arts, so she probably hadn't paid much attention to sex. That must have led to her desires building up unconsciously, turning her body this sensitive.
'Plus, she can't hold her liquor but drank anyway.'
Either way, it was far from a bad thing for Il-yeong. If she responded this well, he welcomed it.
Meanwhile, as Il-yeong thought that, Yoshinari was going out of her mind in her own way.
"Huu... Haaang...."
Her body burned like she had a fever, but it didn't hurt—pure pleasure surged through her wildly.
And with Il-yeong's firm chest peeking through his clothes catching her eye every time she glanced down, combined with the sight of him stroking her pubic hair as tenderly as a puppy's fur, she couldn't help but panic.
But the one place she desperately wanted touched—or filled—was ignored, driving her half-mad.
At that moment, as if reading her desperate plea, Il-yeong flashed a light smile and slowly lowered his head.
"Haa... Huu...."
Thinking penetration was finally coming, Yoshinari closed her eyes. But the sensation from below wasn't a thick, heavy cock—it was Il-yeong's tongue, the same one that had ravaged her mouth moments ago.
"W-wait...!"
For her first time, Yoshinari couldn't help but panic. She knew her pussy was for sex, but something like cunnilingus—pussy-licking—was beyond her imagination.
Of course, she had no idea what to call it; she was just shocked that Il-yeong was tonguing a place she thought dirty.
But despite her frantic attempt to push his head away, her body reacted honestly.
"Hnnngh... Hiiing...!!"
Overwhelmed by the lewd, wet sensation she'd never felt before, Yoshinari didn't push him off—instead, she subtly lifted her hips and wrapped her thighs around his neck, letting his tongue delve deeper.
Physical pleasure overpowered her instinctive revulsion. Emboldened by her response, Il-yeong moved his tongue more fluidly and gracefully.
"Haaauu... It f-feels so weird... Hngh!"
She was already so aroused that her juices overflowed, trickling down her thighs and ass crack—no foreplay might have even been needed. But once started, Il-yeong always saw things through; he had no intention of stopping.
Slurp—schluurp.
Unlike the sound of biting into a juicy peach, the taste was like plain yogurt diluted in water. She kept herself impeccably clean; the scent and flavor were the best among any woman he'd been with.
Thanks to that, Il-yeong leisurely savored her tight pussy, plunging his tongue in deeply. When he finally stroked her thigh and lifted his head, Yoshinari was drooling uncontrollably from the intense pleasure, staring only at him.
"...G-give it... to me."
"Alright."
Her words were slurred from saliva on her lips and her half-lost reason, but Il-yeong instantly understood she wanted to be held and pulled her into a tight embrace.
"Huu... Ng."
Her ample breasts squished against his broad chest like stuffed hotteok pancakes, their nipples brushing in the middle and drawing out more moans.
"...Put... it in, I said...."
"It's your first time."
Il-yeong gently peeled away the sweat-matted gray strands from her cheek and kissed it lightly. Yoshinari silently rested her chin on his broad shoulder, nestling in as she whispered softly.
"...Will it hurt?"
She realized it too late.
Unlike her excitement-driven haste, Il-yeong had been guiding her slowly out of pure consideration.
"I'll make it hurt as little as possible."
Thump. Thump.
Her heart raced.
This relationship had started so impulsively, but realizing his care made it pound dozens of times faster than before.
At the same time, a tingling vibration hummed around her navel.
She might regret it tomorrow.
No—she definitely would.
Drinking despite knowing her low tolerance, and with a stranger from Joseon no less—this would all be regrets.
"If you don't want it, just say so. We can stop even now."
But at the sound of Il-yeong's pleasant baritone caressing her eardrums like a lick, Yoshinari decided to think nothing at all.
She surrendered everything to the hazy mood, wrapped in soft moonlight and lingering alcohol.
With her resolve firm, Yoshinari slowly wrapped her arms around Il-yeong's back, closed her eyes with flushed cheeks, and answered.
"...Put it in now. For real."
This wasn't mindless lust—it was the raw plea of a female craving cock. Il-yeong smiled softly, stroking her gray hair.
Smooth.
He lightly cupped her springy ass.
Squelch—.
Aimed and slowly pushed in.
That instant.
"Haaaaahh...!!"
Yoshinari's back arched like a bow as a lewd, sensual moan unlike any before erupted from her.
'I-It's filling me up...!'
One thing to note here: for an Eastern man, Il-yeong's 18cm cock was quite large.
"Hnnngaaa—!"
She felt impaled on a massive pole, clutching his back with all her strength.
Pain from below nearly rolled her eyes back, but her overflowing juices acted as ample lube, welcoming him smoothly.
Gulp, gulp.
"Hnnngh... Uhng...."
As the hot, hard shaft filled her belly and pistoned slowly up and down, Yoshinari drooled and shuddered.
Unlike before, Il-yeong now shook his hips with full force, tossing aside any playfulness amid his own surging pleasure.
Each thrust made her massive tits bounce wildly in the air, their nipples grazing in rhythm.
Her thighs—and his—were long slick with her juices and his precum. Unaware when they'd even started, they dove into another deep kiss.
The initially gentle mating soon echoed with embarrassingly sloppy sounds.
They'd started facing each other, sitting and thrusting. Before long, he bent her over the table for doggy style.
Squelch. Squelch.
"Haang... Heeeung...."
His cock, reddish-brown, plunged in and out of her pink pussy. Lost in the act, they exchanged no words, devoting every nerve to fucking.
As the moonlight faded and dawn approached, they huddled in the room's corner, embracing and gasping raggedly.
"...Huu. Hnnngh... Uwa."
Il-yeong smirked down at Yoshinari, still lost in afterglow in his arms. He wrapped her gently, stroking her hair as he murmured.
"Good job, Yoshinari."
And so, dawn broke.