Chapter 37
Chapter 37
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 37
Chapter Title: EP.37
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Min Seola flinched and froze in place.
A hot, hard something pressed against the back of her head.
She must have instinctively known it wasn't just a wrinkle in her pants.
Twitch, twitch.
Reacting to Min Seola's slight movements, the cockhead twitched even more violently than she did.
It bobbed along with her motions, like a living creature.
She slowly turned her head.
No, it was more like she fully rolled over onto her back.
And before her gaze could reach my face,
it stopped on the massive obstacle towering in between.
"……!!"
Min Seola's eyes widened round.
She blinked, staring blankly at the tent.
'Her stare's way too blatant.'
Hiding it now would just make it more obvious.
As that thought crossed my mind, she lifted her eyes and met mine, her face twisted in embarrassment.
Silence.
The living room filled only with the sound of the movie.
Min Seola's face flushed beet red from her neck to the tips of her ears in an instant.
'Please, just let it slide, please.'
Maybe my wish got through.
Min Seola's lips trembled, but no words came out.
But the body that had rolled over once showed no sign of rolling back.
On the contrary, I even had the illusion that she was pressing her lips closer to my cock tent in some strange anticipation.
"S-Seonghwa-ssi... What is this...?"
Her voice quivered faintly.
She was asking innocently, but her pupils shook with curiosity and a hint of excitement.
"Why is it like this...?"
"Ah, well... The movie's kind of steamy."
It was a lame excuse.
Sure, there was a kissing scene, but getting hard from that? We're not horny teenagers.
Min Seola didn't call out the flimsy excuse.
She just lowered her gaze again, staring intently at the bulging pants.
Close enough to touch if she reached out.
Her hot breath seemed to pierce right through the fabric to my glans.
"...Is it real?"
"Pardon?"
Min Seola narrowed her eyes and looked up at me again.
"Seonghwa-ssi... Is this really just because of the movie...?"
I couldn't say a word.
As a result, a faint smile crept onto Min Seola's lips.
Then her demure arm began to move slowly.
Finally, a slender white index finger tapped lightly on the taut fabric of my pants.
"...Can't answer?"
Just the tip of her finger touched it, but my cock jerked and nodded for me.
Seeing that reaction, Min Seola's smile deepened.
"If it's because of me..."
Her fingers cautiously gripped the zipper.
"It's my responsibility... Should I help...?"
I couldn't respond this time either.
Reason screamed inside me to blame overload, but instinct was getting even harder.
"Yeah. Seonghwa-ssi didn't say anything... I'll just do this on my own... But you have to stay still."
Min Seola whispered lewdly in her trembling voice.
And without hesitation, she pulled down the zipper.
Ziiiip-
My pants parted, freeing the oppressed underwear and its contents.
"Seonghwa-ssi, it's... really angry here."
Min Seola hooked her thumb into the waistband of my underwear and carefully pulled it down.
Thwack!
The cock sprang straight up and out.
'I should stop her now... But I can't...'
Right in front of her face.
Less than five centimeters away, the veiny cockhead reared up.
'I've barely held on until now...'
I started compromising with myself.
'Honestly, isn't this far okay? If she pushes further, I can always bring up overload then.'
With that rationalization, I slowly began accepting Min Seola's actions.
"Wow... It's really big..."
Min Seola's breath hit my glans directly.
Hot, humid exhale.
'What the hell... Just her breath is gonna make me cum...'
Unaware of my turmoil,
Min Seola reached out entranced and gently wrapped her hand around the shaft.
"It's so hot... I can feel the veins pulsing..."
Min Seola's hand was scorching hot too, like it could burn.
She didn't avoid my eyes.
'Her face is beet red, but she's forcing eye contact...? Is staring at my dick more embarrassing?'
Well, staring so intently at it might feel like admitting she's too turned on, which could be embarrassing.
If that's the case, looking at my eyes might be less mortifying for her.
'More than that... This position is...'
Still lying with her head on my lap, she looked up at me intently as her hand began to move.
Stroke- stroke-
Slowly up and down.
Her touch was incredibly delicate and attentive.
'Handling it so gently makes it itch even more...'
Definitely.
Gripping hard and jerking fast is one thing, but wrapping softly and teasing slowly is way hotter.
"Seonghwa-ssi, how is it...? Feels good...?"
For some reason, my ears felt hot too.
I tried to hold back without responding, but my head was already nodding unconsciously.
"Good."
She smiled brightly and gradually increased the speed.
Rubbing the glans in circles with her thumb, pressing the palm down the shaft.
Squelch- squelch-
Precum leaked out, turning into lube.
As the slick sounds started, Min Seola's face flushed deeper.
"It's getting wet... making naughty sounds..."
My vision was filled with her face.
Long eyelashes, sharp nose, and slightly parted red lips.
'If it were any other girl, I'd grab her hair and shove it in her mouth right now... But with Seola-ssi...'
Even her scent was intoxicating.
Every time her hair tickled my inner thigh, a cozy fragrance—shampoo or her skin—numbed my brain.
Min Seola's handjob was denser and stickier than any sex.
Just her hot breath was enough to push me over.
"Seola-ssi, I'm getting close... "
The limit was approaching.
Maybe because it was pure, loving stimulation after so long, the urge built faster than during cheap sex.
"I'm gonna cum, so move away, quick... "
I said it pretty urgently.
I desperately wanted to cum on her face, but doing that without permission would be rude.
But Min Seola didn't pull away.
Instead, she gripped tighter and shook faster.
"It's okay..."
She said, looking up at me.
"Don't hold back. Give it to me..."
"Pardon?"
"Seonghwa-ssi's isn't dirty..."
She gently closed her eyes.
Pushing her face even closer to my cock, as if ready to take it all.
That blind devotion snapped my last thread of reason.
'Fuck it!'
I bucked my hips and unleashed the pent-up load.
Splat! Splurt! Spluuurt!
The thick cum sprayed across Min Seola's face.
On her forehead, closed eyelids, dripping down her cheeks—it was the perfect bukkake.
'Whoa... Seola-ssi covered in cum... so fucking hot...'
The pure white hero. Symbol of nobility.
Min Seola's face was stained with my filthy desire.
Drip.
The cum beaded on her eyelashes, trailing down her cheek like tears—it made me want to stuff my cock in her mouth right then.
"...Mm."
Min Seola slowly opened her eyes.
Even with her blurry vision, she didn't squint.
She just wiped the cum from her cheek with a finger and tasted it lightly with the tip of her tongue.
"It's hot..."
She murmured, smacking her lips.
"I can feel Seonghwa-ssi's energy flowing into me... I heard it's bitter, but it's not at all—it's sweet..."
High praise, really.
'But saying that with cum on your face is kinda dangerous.'
I hurriedly grabbed tissues from the table.
"S-Sorry. Let me clean you up."
"No. I'll wash it off."
Min Seola stopped my hand and stood up.
She checked her face in the mirror, looking somewhat satisfied, then headed to the bathroom.
"I'll be right back. Keep watching the movie."
The bathroom door closed.
Click- click-
An unexpected sound came from inside.
'What? Is she taking selfies in there?'
Nah, no way.
Probably not.
Then the sound of water followed.
I sat blankly on the sofa, tucking away my still-throbbing cock.
'That was really close.'
We didn't go all the way to insertion, but this was basically the full deal.
I couldn't forget the possessive look in her eyes as she gazed at me.
We stayed together for quite a while longer after that.
Min Seola came back from washing up and sat beside me like nothing happened.
We finished the movie, ordered fried chicken, and chatted about this and that.
'Good thing she didn't ask for more. She still believes the overload excuse and is just worried?'
On the surface, it was a peaceful weekend date.
But a strange tension lingered in the air.
Whenever our eyes met, Min Seola's face would flush, and I'd feel a tingle in my groin.
That itchy, sticky awareness of each other.
'Don't fall for it, me. I'm a monk.'
It was past 10 p.m. when I finally got up to leave.
"It's late. I should head out."
"...Already?"
Min Seola saw me off to the door, looking reluctant.
"Thanks for today. I got great rest thanks to you."
"Me too! I recharged perfectly thanks to you, Seonghwa-ssi!"
She smiled meaningfully and straightened my collar.
"Be safe! Text me when you get home!"
"Sure. Good night."
*
An hour after Kim Seonghwa left.
A new guest appeared at Min Seola's penthouse.
"What's up?"
The guest was Seo Jubin.
She held a file of documents needing approval.
"Sorry for the late hour, Seola-nim. There's an urgent approval... And..."
Seo Jubin paused as she entered the living room.
Min Seola was lounging on the sofa in comfy pajamas, sipping wine.
Her expression was blissfully happy.
Her skin glowed, and a languid satisfaction emanated from her whole body.
"...Kim Seonghwa-ssi left?"
"Yeah. A bit ago."
Min Seola shook her glass, beaming.
"Today was amazing. Watched a movie with Seonghwa-ssi, ate... "
She blushed and trailed off, but Seo Jubin could guess what followed.
Seo Jubin approached to hand over the approval documents.
But.
"……?"
Seo Jubin's steps halted abruptly.
Her brow furrowed slightly.
The scent wafting from Min Seola.
It naturally carried Kim Seonghwa's aroma.
The familiar, nostalgic mix of night-blooming flowers and sweat that even washing couldn't hide.
But beneath it lay another scent.
Very faint, but pricking Seo Jubin's sensitive nose—an alien fragrance.
Rich, dense rose perfume.
No, less perfume and more like a unique mana wavelength.
'This is...'
Seo Jubin's eyes narrowed.