A Relationship Where Superiority is Decided (5)
Lips are relatively thin, soft flesh. More sensitive than other skin. Perhaps that's why so many people attach special meaning to kissing. There weren't a few who placed more importance on it than sex itself. Maybe because they believed it was a way to share hearts through their lips.
Smack. Smooch... Slurp...
Seo Joo-hwan was the type to kiss first when getting intimate with a woman. He thought nothing preheated the body for full-on sex quite like it.
"Haa... Smack."
"Slurp... Mm."
But it wasn't just foreplay for him. He genuinely enjoyed the act of pressing lips together, and entwining tongues made him feel closer to his partner. Maybe that's why—though he wasn't fully aware himself—he'd become quite skilled at kissing. That explained why Jeong Ha-yeon accepted even long, intense kisses that could otherwise just reek of saliva without protest.
Jeong Ha-yeon yielded her tongue to the soft mass invading her mouth. Their tongues tangled, breaths mingling thickly. Smooch... Chu... Churp...
He'd approached like he wanted to devour her right then, but surprisingly, he'd been kissing for minutes now. His large hands—bigger than most—gently stroked her hair and back.
I thought he said he wouldn't drag it out this long.
After they started dating, she'd looked up kissing tips. He'd always initiated, and it bothered her that she couldn't respond properly. But the advice she'd found said not to let it go on too long. Excessive kissing could backfire due to saliva buildup.
Good scent.
Yet from Seo Joo-hwan, it wasn't an odor—it was more like a fragrance. She'd heard he didn't wear cologne, but this subtle, seeping aroma was tantalizing. Maybe because he always tangled tongues first before their bodies joined. Kissing him flipped a switch inside her, heat surging through her body.
Swish.
The towel covering Jeong Ha-yeon's body slipped away. Seo Joo-hwan eased her onto the bed as if toppling her over. Looking up at him, her face flushed deep red.
He buried his face in the crook of her neck, trailing downward.
"Mm! Ah...!"
"Slurp. Tell me where it feels good."
"Ahh. There, under my breasts."
"Here?"
"Eek!"
As he traced her ribs, Jeong Ha-yeon's body shivered finely. The desire that had subsided earlier surged back in an instant. The addictive effect of the lingering Pheromone Boost on her body shone through.
Seo Joo-hwan lightly placed his hand over her breast. His fingertips teased the peak, tickling it tormentingly. Lewd, shimmering touches glided over her skin. The nipple rose following his fingers, then pitifully fell, quivering.
"Ah......"
A plaintive sound escaped Jeong Ha-yeon's lips. But he continued the slow stimulation without haste. It was caresses honed by his own experience. Women's breasts were mostly fat, not easy to stimulate by rough kneading alone. They needed prior work to heighten sensitivity.
I could skip it with my skill.
Truth be told, using Holy Touch's power meant he could stimulate without prep work. But today, he wanted to lavish effort, dye her in pleasure. He planned at least five rounds, so he'd make her flail helplessly—no complaints later about being too tired.
Smooth—smooth.
Perfect.
After persistently caressing the skin's edges, Seo Joo-hwan saw the nipple stand firm. It was time—the dull senses of her breasts fully awakened. He spread his cupped hand wide, grasping the mound roundly.
"Ah...!"
An elastic gasp spilled from Jeong Ha-yeon's mouth. Squeeze. The gentle hold turned rough, mangling the sensitive breast in his palm. His tongue tip flicked the nipple, lips smearing over it. As the thin, soft flesh enveloped and circled the bud, a faint moan leaked from her.
"Eut... Ah...!"
It was a desperate sound. No matter how sensitive he'd made her breasts, they couldn't reach climax alone.
Seo Joo-hwan slid his hand lower, stroking her mound. Bald pussy from her masochistic side—no hair at all. The plump mound was already soaked without a single touch.
They say it's not love juices before insertion.
He'd heard it had another name. Anatomically, true love juices couldn't come before penetration. But he didn't care for the nitty-gritty—he'd just call it love juices.
I wonder if Ha-yeon likes this.
He was deliberately aiming for squirting. The so-called squirting. Satisfaction varied wildly among women, he'd heard.
Seo Joo-hwan scooped juices onto his fingertip, circling the swollen clit. Twirl.
"Ahh! Ah!"
The clitoris was women's easiest path to climax. The sudden intense stimulation made Jeong Ha-yeon's hips buck. He pressed her stomach lightly, slipping two fingers into the bald pussy.
Slippery, sticky juices lubed the way, easily parting the tight entrance.
Holy Touch.
He kept the skill active. Lewd light rippled from his fingertips, kneading her inner walls firmly. The bumpy vaginal walls twisted with his fingers, delivering pleasure to their owner.
"Hyaak! Ah, ahh! J-Joo-hwan, stop!"
"It's fine. Relax your body, Ha-yeon."
"W-Wait just a sec... Kya!"
He didn't stop. Instead, he snapped his wrist, pistoning with expert motion. As speed built, juices splashed fiercely from her pussy. Lewd sounds echoed from the flood-like gush.
Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch—Splash! Splash! Splash! Splash! Splash!
"Heuk?! U, aaang!"
Caressing couldn't idle either hand. He rolled and rubbed the bean near her mound with the free one.
"Hyaak! J-Joo-hwan, please stop! I'm gonna cum... Hic!"
Stimulated in pussy and clit alike, Jeong Ha-yeon spat a breathless moan. Yet Seo Joo-hwan shook his wrist relentlessly. He curled fingers, scraping near the urethra, lightly raking the walls.
Her toes curled, hips arching in a curve. Butt lifted shallowly, bucking.
"Eut, uhak! Hoooang~!"
Splurt—Splurt! Spluuurt!
A fountain erupted from Jeong Ha-yeon's below. Like a man's ejaculation, it spurted splurt—clear fluid spraying. Her hairless bald pussy visibly expelled it.
Seo Joo-hwan tilted his head aside, dodging the stream. He'd made it himself, so he was watching timing—easy to avoid. A few drops splashed, but that was cute.
Flop.
Jeong Ha-yeon slumped limply. Covering her face in shame, she yelled.
"I-I told you not to! I said I was gonna cum...!"
"It's okay."
"It's not okay for me!"
"What's the big deal? It's not piss."
Actually, squirting fluid was nearly identical to urine in composition. But since it was pre-high-tide liquid, the color differed from real pee. Barely any ammonia smell either.
Seo Joo-hwan shook his wet hand, asking curiously.
"Ha-yeon, how'd it feel?"
"...I'm dying of embarrassment right now? You have to ask?"
"Tell me. Please?"
"Haa. Felt good, but I don't wanna do it again. Super embarrassing. And tiring."
Her voice carried fatigue, and they hadn't even inserted yet. Seemed not her thing.
Seo Joo-hwan felt a twinge of regret but nodded understandingly. No forcing what she disliked. Squirting was fiddly anyway without the right constitution.
Instead, he pressed his rigid cock against her drenched pussy. The glans caught at the juicy valley entrance.
"Eut. Right away?"
"Didn't I say no mercy today?"
Grinning cheekily, her expression soured. But separately from squirting, she craved insertion. She just wanted a breather from exhaustion, yet he showed no patience.
Squelch—The glans slid in smoothly. Vastly different from fingers, Jeong Ha-yeon trembled slightly. Despite the post-climax weakness, just the tip reignited her heat.
Even without items, their bodies matched perfectly.
Zluuuurp!
"Hauk!"
"Hooo......"
Seo Joo-hwan exhaled long. Just one day apart felt eternally long. Laughable for just the tip, but it was like coming home. Pussy flesh wrapped chewy around him.
How many creampie items left?
He'd pulled a five-pack recently. Before that, a three-pack minus two used—six remaining. And Safe Creampie 2 meant no extra item needed for insertions within 24 hours post-use.
No worries for a while.
Then creampie freely. Calculations done, Seo Joo-hwan gripped her slim waist, thrusting hips flush.
His 18cm monster burrowed deepest. Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch!
"Hoooouk! Ah, too sensitive...!"
"Huu. Ha-yeon, don't our bodies fit too well?"
"Hut! Mm! Ah... Way too good, it's cr, azy!"
Jeong Ha-yeon's words broke choppily. The root-deep cock prodded her cervix relentlessly. Her hypersensitive body raced to climax fast.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
Ugh! Gonna cum already.
Sensitive for him too. A day's pent-up arousal rocketed his urge. Or maybe not just that.
Feels like premature again with Ha-yeon.
He recalled their first time—blowing in under 30 seconds. Items fixed it, yet urge spiked insanely now.
Seo Joo-hwan didn't hold back. No ending at one anyway. Gripping her thighs like handles, he pistoned fast.
Plap-plap-plap!
Water splashed—maybe from squirting residue, or her fresh juices.
He shook rapidly, then yanked her waist tight.
Sluuuurp! Spuuuurt!
Pheromone Boost granted her ecstasy via his ejaculation. Thick semen filled her womb, pushing Jeong Ha-yeon over the edge.
"Haaang, hyaaaang~ Uguuk♡"