Shall We? Let's Do It (2)
It was 3 p.m. In the army, this was peak duty time. The soldiers of the 4th Company, 1st Battalion were bustling away—整理ing the warehouse, inspecting the reserve forces training ground, you name it. Except for one guy.
Seo Joo-hwan was locked in a passionate kiss with Jeong So-ra, the base's one and only woman.
Smack. Smooch. Slurp.
Obscene sounds echoed softly. Their tongues tangled between pressed lips, weaving a sweet, chocolatey aroma of lust from the two.
They stayed like that for ages, until breathing through their noses wasn't enough anymore. Only then did they pull apart. A thread of saliva stretched long between them.
"Ah...."
A sigh slipped out from the lingering regret. Seo Joo-hwan recalled the past from the sensation on his lips.
'It felt just like this that day.'
That Christmas night. The kiss then had been this intense too. They'd kissed after his last guard duty, but it hadn't burned with desire like this.
While he spaced out in memory, a breathless voice called to him.
"...Joo-hwan."
"Huh? Yeah?"
"Let's move. To the admin room."
The open barracks weren't ideal for hiding if someone walked in.
"...Hurry."
Jeong So-ra grabbed his sleeve tight, her face flushed. At her uncharacteristic shyness, Seo Joo-hwan felt a familiar ache below.
He started to shift spots, then paused.
"Wait, hold on."
"What?"
"Grab this."
What he pointed to was an army mattress. Even in his haste, he thought ahead for comfort.
Click.
He locked the admin room door and drew the curtains. In the dim space, their lips met again.
As they kissed, Seo Joo-hwan slyly slid a hand toward her chest. It landed safely over her clothes. She didn't notice, lost in the kiss. He kneaded gently.
She twitched once. But no rejection. Instead, her hand reached for his crotch, stroking softly.
Her touch was bolder than expected. From over his pants, it slipped down the zipper and inside.
'Whoa!'
Startled, he swallowed a groan. That cool hand he'd felt before gripped him firm.
Slim, long fingers squeezed the shaft, then softened into a caress. The teasing strokes made his already eager cock twitch.
Feeling it, she broke the kiss and looked up with a playful glint.
"Feels lively. Been holding back a lot?"
"Yeah...."
He breathed low, savoring the chill. Precum flowed like water from his maxed-out erection, soaking his underwear sticky in seconds.
The thrill of doing it here, after so long, amped his arousal. Even with his premature ejaculation fixed via item, he worried he'd blow too soon. That first-time trauma lingered.
Time for drastic measures.
'Lucy, Lucy. Buff my skill.'
> How much enhancement?
'Max it out, whatever it takes.'
> Understood.
A moment later—ding!—the system chimed, displaying the enhanced Holy Touch at C+.
Holy Touch (C+)
▶ Effect 1: Touching a target with your hand slightly increases their arousal. Arousal rises based on contact time and area.
▶ Effect 2: Provides massage effects.
▶ Effect 3: Enables faint healing touch.
※ Effects vary not just by skill rank, but also by the target's affection toward you—impacting arousal cap and healing potency.
He dismissed it without reading fully. No time for that now. Enhanced was enhanced, right? One hand kept kneading her breast; the other dove into her pants.
Life was all relative—he'd get her off before he did.
Caught off-guard, she froze mid-motion, trembling. He bypassed her panties to her mound.
Swish.
Neat pubes brushed his fingertips. Then the soft hill below—already slick.
Her pussy wept without much foreplay. Buoyed, he slid a finger along the wet valley.
Squelch.
One finger slipped in smooth.
"Ah...."
A soft moan. Her tense walls clenched, exploring the intruder.
Thrusting gently drew more sounds.
"Ahng...."
He added another.
Squelch-squelch.
"Haa... Ung...."
Had the buff worked wonders? Squelch-squelch-squelch.
"Uh, uht. Ah... Ung!"
Her moans spilled with heated breaths. She clutched his clothes, leaning in. His confident fingers ramped up the lewd symphony.
Her juices splattered with speeding strokes—splat-splat!
Squish-squish-squish!
She shuddered each thrust. Overwhelmed, eyes squeezed shut, she clamped her thighs and grabbed him.
"J-Joo-hwan. St-stop. Enough."
"Gonna cum? Go ahead once, then we—"
"M-my pants'll get soaked!"
"Oh."
He stopped. This wasn't a motel—it was the admin room. Wet pants would draw eyes.
Regretfully, he withdrew from the rippling valley.
"My turn now."
She tugged his pants down—underwear too. His swollen cock sprang proud.
Her eyes widened.
"Bigger than last time?"
Spot-on. He'd grown about 2cm, now just over 13cm. At 12cm, he'd unlocked Household Bat achievement. Girth too.
He played it cool.
"Height too. Hands, feet, whole body's growing lately. Late second puberty, maybe."
"Haha, what's that? Anyway, glad it's bigger."
"Glad why?"
"Uh, well... Um."
"Yeah?"
"D-don't get hurt?"
"...Too late."
"Haha... But it's bigger now, so fine. Honestly, first time, I thought it was kinda small."
"......"
11cm was Korean average! Not small! He wanted to shout, but knew he was below. Still, growing. Potential remained.
Remorseful, she eyed him, then took his cock in her mouth.
Smack. Slurp. Suck.
Over half vanished inside. She gripped the base, stroking as she sucked.
Sluuurp. Smack. Haa... "Joo-hwan, even here you smell good."
"Yeah?"
"Mhm."
Olfactophilia. Sensitive to scents, especially genitals. To her, his pheromone-skilled cock was a fetish feast.
Suck. Sluuuuurp. Smack!
"Ack. N-Nuna. Can I cum in your mouth?"
Sluuuuurp~!
Her answer was action. Suction intensified, pulling him to the edge fast.
"Ugh...!"
Spluuurt! Spurt! Spuuuurt~.
A week's load gushed like a faucet. She took it, but the volume shocked her. Coughing, she pulled off.
"Cough... How much? You cum buckets, Joo-hwan. Stamina's insane."
"Uh... Thanks?"
Couldn't say blessings. Awkward, he noticed her wide eyes on his crotch.
"Whoa. Cums that much and hard again? Impressive."
"Who do you think caused it? Nuna, I'm still hungry...."
One release wasn't enough. Fellatio was great, but sex hadn't started. His heated gaze bored into her.
No way this ends here, right?
"Haha. Admin room's hot, huh?"
His stare burned. Already gone this far, but shyness hit. Fanning herself, she unzipped her uniform top. Black sports bra peeked out.
His eyes bulged. Winter gear? She'd planned this.
His gaze darkened.
"Hm. Wait a sec?"
Rummaging inside, she pulled out a blue-wrapped condom, blushing as she showed it.
"Haha. Ready now? Ah, kyaa!"
No words—he scooped her up, tossing her on the mattress. Self-control gone. He snatched the condom, sheathed quick, yanked her pants down. Panties too—bare skin exposed.
Neat bush, pale mound. He blurted,
"Nuna's pussy's pretty."
"Hey, stop with the embarrassing talk."
"In now?"
"Yeah. Put it in."
Foreplay done. He pushed into the slick cave.
Squiiiish.
Walls hugged his shaft. He shivered.
Her unique chewy grip.
"Moving."
"Yeah. I wanted it bad. Hard."
A beauty like her saying that? Any guy would lose it. He thrust fierce, bodies slamming.
Squish-squish-squish!
"Ah, ahk!"
Short, staccato moans fueled him. Mid-piston, trouble: the mattress was rough—old junk from his unlucky days. Not pain from arousal.
"Ahk. J-Joo-hwan. Wait. It stings here?"
"Ah... Sorry. Shoulda grabbed a blanket."
Her shoulder was red. No cuts, but no more on this.
But they burned too hot to stop. Principle broken for base sex—finish it.
She stood, bent over the desk, ass out.
"Like this." Her curvaceous hips filled his view.