The Two Are Problem Children, But...
“Heh. Hehehe…. Hehehehe!”
Somang, cradled in my arms, laughed with a vacant, blissful expression.
I loosened my grip on her hair.
A few strands of her white hair drifted down to the floor. Most of them clung limply to her cheeks, brushing against them lightly.
“Raham-ssi…. Raham-ssi, Raham-ssi, Raham-ssi…! Raham-ssi……!”
She wrapped her arms around me, chanting my name over and over, clinging with all her strength as if she would never let go.
“I—. I like you too! I love you! Really, truly! You know that, right? That I love you? I really, really love you! Right? Right?!”
“I know.”
“Hehehehehehe…. Hehehehehehe!”
She buried her face against my chest and kept rubbing against me.
Cute. Seriously. How can a person be this adorable?
The way she only looks at me, only wants me, only obsesses over me—it’s so lovable, so precious.
Even if I break you, you’ll want it.
Even if I shatter you, you’ll crave it.
Yeah. Let’s ruin each other. Let’s break each other apart.
If I fill your cracks with my sharp edges and you patch mine with your fragments, we’ll become one perfect whole.
Someone might call this madness and whisper about it, but so what?
This is unmistakably love.
I placed my hand gently on the back of her head. Since she wanted to burrow deeper into my embrace, I pulled her in tighter, pressing her against me until she could barely breathe.
Han Somang’s hot breath swirled up toward my face.
I drank it in deeply and got drunk on her.
“Raham-ssi, Raham-ssi, Raham-ssi! Tighter, tighter! Squeeze me harder. I don’t mind if my neck bones break! Hug me. More! More! Hug me!”
Her nails dug into my skin. It stung and hurt. But I liked it. The thought of her getting inside me was intoxicating.
“You won’t throw me away, right? Really? If you throw me away, if you throw me away, you can’t. Really. You really can’t.”
“How could I ever throw you away….”
Pat, pat. I tapped her head.
Every time my hand touched her hair, she squeezed her eyes shut as if her head were ringing.
But then a smile bloomed on her lips, as if she thought, “If it’s because of Raham-ssi, then it’s fine!”
I slipped my hand under her top.
Her back.
I tried to unhook her bra, but there was nothing to grab. I searched around a few times but couldn’t find anything.
Instead, I discovered that Han Somang’s back was incredibly soft and the perfect size for stroking.
“I, I’m not wearing a bra….”
Han Somang whispered that she was braless, as if she instantly understood what my hand had been looking for.
“You were wearing one yesterday, weren’t you?”
“Yesterday…. Today, I wanted to look pretty for you, so I didn’t wear one….”
Ah.
So that’s what it was.
This morning, after we finished showering together, we’d gone out to eat.
Somang said she had something to prepare and told me to go ahead first. I’d just been waiting inside the house for those thirty minutes….
While I was watching a magpie and a pigeon fight, ending with a cat snatching the magpie away, Somang came out.
“Raham-ssi…. How do I look?”
Smiling brightly, she showed off the appearance she’d prepared so carefully. She looked as beautiful as a lily of the valley.
Yeah. That’s right.
Those cheeks that had flushed red back then were now swollen and red from my slap.
…That looked even sexier.
Am I actually a dangerous guy?
Getting hard just from seeing her like this….
But what can I do? That’s just who I am.
I smirked.
Hearing that, Somang flinched and bounced slightly. Then she pulled her face out from where it was buried and looked up at me.
“Should I take it off…? Or will you?”
“Raise your arms. I’ll take it off for you.”
Han Somang gently released the arms she’d been clutching me with. Her nails slid out of my skin.
With her head slightly lowered, she stroked my chest with her palm.
“I…. I’m nervous….”
…Had she been exorcised?
Where had the sex-crazed, peak-performance machine Han Somang gone, and when had this pure, innocent version taken her place?
She looked up at me.
Her eyes were full of expectation.
Her hand reached toward my cheek. She gently pulled my captured face downward.
She stood on her tiptoes.
Her lips, painted with pink lip balm, approached me.
Chu—.
It was a light kiss that barely brushed past. But it left behind a more intense sensation than any kiss we’d shared before.
Her lips had already pulled away, yet the warmth of them lingered on mine.
I savored it.
“Raham-ssi….”
While I was doing that, she suddenly stepped back as if fleeing, then raised both arms and froze in place.
The pose looked as beautiful as a figure skater striking a starting position.
“I’m, I’m ready….”
At those words, my heart pounded so hard it was ridiculous. In the mere two steps it took to reach her, my heart thundered dozens of times.
I reached out and grabbed the hem of her top. Her waist bounced lightly as the fabric fluttered.
Her pussy came into view.
Swollen and puffy from all my stepping and pulling, it twitched and quivered.
It looked just like lips smacking together in anticipation.
I took a deep breath and slowly lifted her top with one hand.
Her pale, toned abs were revealed. Then her navel, sitting right in the middle of her stomach, peeked out shyly.
The rising fabric stopped just beneath her breasts. Blocked by their fullness, it needed a moment to readjust.
I grabbed both sides with both hands and lifted again.
The fabric slid up over the curve of her breasts. Slowly, slowly. Taking all the time in the world, I lifted it with care.
Her pink areolas appeared. Then her nipples…. They weren’t there.
“…What the hell is this?”
Instead of nipples, a band-aid was stuck right where they should have been.
…Not even a nipple patch, but a regular band-aid. A laugh burst out of me.
“Auuuugh…. The nipple patches all fell off, so I used band-aids instead….”
Her voice had shrunk to a tiny whisper.
I could picture it clearly—her searching for nipple patches, finding none, reaching for band-aids instead. Tilting her head as she checked if they covered her nipples properly, then smiling in satisfaction.
Cute. So cute.
I wanted to see the expression she was making right now. But a scrap of black fabric was blocking my view.
Time to finish lifting it.
Her sharp jawline came into view.
The corners of her tightly pressed lips trembled.
Her straight nose appeared.
The blush on her cheeks had spread all the way to her ears, and even her neck was flushed crimson.
I felt something sweet and heavy stir deep in my chest.
I can’t hold back. I want to see your eyes.
I took a small breath and yanked her top up in one motion.
Face to face, suddenly.
Your eyes drink me in, and I’m getting addicted to you.
“Raham-ssi…. My arms hurt…. Could you finish taking it off…?”
“……”
I rolled the fabric up. It hung around her arms like a makeshift rope.
…Maybe I should buy some handcuffs?
Yeah. I’ll think about that later. Somang’s waiting.
She wiggled her hands free from the shirt and tossed the sweat-and-tear-soaked garment far away. It landed with a soft thud.
Her freed hands wandered uncertainly.
She started to cover her chest, then lowered them. They hovered over her stomach before moving to her crotch, as if uncomfortable there.
Nail marks dotted the back of her hands where she’d been pressing her thumbs into them while lost in thought.
Eventually, she settled on putting her hands behind her back. She thrust her hips forward proudly.
Finally satisfied, she giggled. “Hehe.”
“Stay still. It’s hard to peel off like this.”
“I-It tickles…!”
I carefully peeled the band-aid off her nipple with my fingernail. Somang squirmed, letting out a breathy “Aah.”
When I tried to remove the other one, her breasts kept jiggling, making it hard to get a grip.
“Agh, seriously!”
“Haang!”
Unable to wait any longer, I grabbed her breasts.
I should’ve done this from the start. Just hold them and peel with my mouth, right?
I brought my lips to her nipple.
“Mmm…. Lick….”
“Hnnngh….”
I rubbed the band-aid gently with my tongue. It started to lift.
Han Somang’s nipple hardened, pushing the band-aid outward. A gap formed, and I slipped my tongue into it.
My tongue writhed like a snake, dancing over the pink peak rising from the soft mound.
The goddess Nut, wrapped around it, watched the serpent’s dance before finally straightening and rising.
Excited by the snake’s movements, Nut danced along with it.
Then she misstepped and stumbled.
…The band-aid that had been stuck to Han Somang’s nipple fell off.
I pulled my mouth away from her breast. Her nipple bounced as if reluctant to let go.
I rolled the band-aid around in my mouth before spitting it out. It landed on the floor, soaked in saliva.
“…How are my breasts?”
How are they?
Whoa. They’re fucking huge.
Whoa. They’re pink.
“Something this pretty… is mine?”
“Yes…. Yes…! That’s right♡”
With those words, she dropped to her knees and sat down.
Then she patted her thighs and looked up at me.
“Please have the rest…. It’s all yours, Raham-ssi♡”