Blessed Pheromone Bath (3)
Blessed Pheromone Bath (3) — Refers to the target's especially sensitive body parts.
Seo Joo-hwan let out a small gasp of admiration as he gazed at the window floating before his eyes.
'So these are Ha-yeon's sensitive spots.'
Cervical Os
Nape of the Neck
Clavicle
Jeong Ha-yeon's unique erogenous zones were the cervical os, nape of the neck, and clavicle. Other areas were heating up in real time, distinguished by the depth of their glow.
'Breasts first.'
A pink glow lingered around her areolas and nipples. He gently caressed the illuminated areas before lightly pinching a nipple.
"Ahng…!"
The reaction was immediate. Forgetting their kiss, she parted her lips and let out a moan. Her hands pushed against his chest as if to pull away, but when he held her tighter, she softly rested her head on his shoulder.
She exhaled the breath she'd held back during their kiss and spoke.
"Why are you only touching my breasts… Hic? Joo-hwan, why there… Ah!"
He dipped his head to kiss the back of her neck. Surprised by the unexpected spot, she moaned, her body trembling. Finding her reaction amusing, he pressed his lips deeply against it.
Mmch… smack… chup!
"Eut, ah… Stop, hng!"
"You like it here?"
"It t-tickles… Haeng!"
No matter how he looked at it, this wasn't tickling—it was pure pleasure. Starting behind her ear, he kissed lower and lower, down to the nape of her neck.
"Where feels the best?"
"I don't knooow… I said."
"Tell me the good spots."
"Ahh. Stop… For real…."
A whiny, petulant sound escaped Jeong Ha-yeon's lips—a voice he rarely heard. She always spoke decisively or playfully, never with the aegyo other girls used. Even after they started dating, it was still exceedingly rare.
Seo Joo-hwan wanted to hear more of that soft voice. He trailed his fingers lightly down her pale neckline. Surprised by his tongue, she let out a sharp hic!, but he didn't stop, licking a long path down to her clavicle. Once there, he buried his face in the hollow dip of her collarbone and kissed her white skin deeply once more.
Mmch… Kissing her clavicle, he kneaded her breasts while gently stroking her nape. His Holy Touch was, of course, activated. He stimulated every visible erogenous zone.
"Haa… Ung… Feels good…."
She finally said it felt good. Leaning fully against him, Jeong Ha-yeon surrendered her body. Her heated breaths flowed warmly against his shoulder.
Loving the sound, Seo Joo-hwan sucked hard on the space between her clavicles.
Smack!
"Ah!"
It hurt from the intensity, but more than that was her sigh of lingering regret. She'd pulled back at first, but now she yielded completely to him.
Seo Joo-hwan scooped her up effortlessly.
"Kyaa? Hey, what the—suddenly?!"
"You're so mean. Don't call me 'hey' again."
"……."
Jeong Ha-yeon's mouth snapped shut. She'd specifically told him not to call her 'hey' when they started dating. But it slipped out when she panicked.
Her face flushed as she pouted.
"…Damn. Just call me 'hey' too then."
"I won't. You told me not to."
"You sneaky bastard. Pervert."
"Hate perverts?"
"When did I say I hated it… Stop asking, seriously."
Maybe being held like a baby made her regress. She was adorable, avoiding his gaze and grumbling. Seo Joo-hwan chuckled as he started walking.
"Let's move. We'll do the rest over there."
"…How far are you planning to go?"
"All the way, obviously?"
Stopping now would be ridiculous. His eyes burned with lust so fiercely even she could tell.
She drew in a small breath at that gaze.
"J-Joo-hwan, you're kinda scary right now?"
"So mean."
"Mean? Who's the mean one! Hey, put me down!"
"On the bed."
"Ahh, on the ground, I said!"
Jeong Ha-yeon flailed wildly. Her not-insubstantial frame made him worry she'd fall, so he set her down in front of the bed. The moment her feet touched the floor, she spun away.
Seo Joo-hwan hugged her from behind and whispered.
"…Ha-yeon, do you really hate it?"
"It's not that I hate you… But it's too fast. We've only been dating less than a week? Let's stop here today. Okay?"
Regardless of like or dislike, Jeong Ha-yeon wasn't mentally prepared yet. Sleeping together after just a week felt way too rushed.
But Seo Joo-hwan, standing behind her, wore an ambiguous expression.
'…Isn't a week kinda slow?'
From his perspective, it was questionable. After all, with Choi Mi-hwa, Min Ga-hee, and Yoo Ji-kyeong, things had escalated intensely within a day of flirting. Jeong So-ra had even pretended to resist to lure him in, and Im Su-hee straight-up raped him.
After regressing, he'd hooked up with multiple women in a short time without a single normal romance. His sense of normalcy was a bit skewed. To outsiders, he seemed like a social kingpin, but in reality, he lacked deep relationships and was still clumsy in many ways.
At that moment, the body in his arms flinched, followed by a scream-like voice.
"Hey, hey! What's poking my ass?!"
"It's your fault, Ha-yeon."
"How is it my fault?!"
"You're too sexy. Who told you to wear that?"
"Ugh. This is… Hng?!"
His fully erect cock pressed right into her ass crack, hardened from arousal. Hugging her tightly made their bodies flush together. Her thin dolphin pants made it feel even more vivid.
'Th-this thing's too big…'
It had happened at MT before, during the newspaper game. She'd thought it was big against her stomach then, but pressed directly into her ass like this, it felt enormous.
"Ah… Eut!"
As it stayed rigid, his hands returned to kneading her breasts. A different sensation from touching herself. Her body had felt oddly hot earlier, refusing to calm, and now excitement welled up below her navel. Her sensitized body flinched at every touch of his large hands.
She was enjoying it.
"Let's do it. Yeah? Ha-yeon…."
He whispered desperately into her ear. Hearing that voice, she knew it wouldn't end easily. She was turned on too, but he was beyond that. His rock-hard cock, ready to go, prodded between her thighs.
She twisted to escape, but his firm arms didn't budge. Was a man's strength always this overwhelming? He wasn't even trying hard—one hand on her breast, the other sliding down her stomach—and she couldn't break free.
Smooth. Suddenly spotting the hand on her stomach, Jeong Ha-yeon freaked out. It was sneaking downward.
At this rate, he'd see everything. She wasn't ready!
"N-No…"
His hand dove into her pants. Reflexively, she grabbed it.
"I said stop!"
Crack!
"Keurgh!?"
She wrenched his wrist and escaped his embrace. The follow-up was lightning-fast. Years since she'd trained judo, but the sequence was flawless: Grab the arm, trip the staggering leg.
Thud!
"Euk?"
Before he could react, his head was trapped between her thighs. One arm got caught too, locked in. A textbook triangle choke—even a pro fighter would applaud.
'It h-hurts… but feels good….'
Her plump thighs squeezed his face rhythmically. Was this a reward? Tilting his head slightly revealed her panties through the thin fabric. No wonder they called it the "happy choke"!
But that thought lasted only a moment. "Happy" was for onlookers; the triangle choke was a brutal breath-stealer. With the carotid compressed, who had time to enjoy the skin?
Jeong Ha-yeon squeezed just short of lethal and yelled.
"How many times did I say stop?!"
"Kek! I-I surrender! Surrender!"
Seo Joo-hwan thrashed to escape, then frantically tapped the floor.
Tap! Tap!
He couldn't hold out with his airway blocked.
"Will you stop, or not?!"
"I-I'll stop…! I'll stop!"
*
Finally freed, Seo Joo-hwan gasped for air.
"Even so, triangle choking your boyfriend… I thought I was gonna die."
Jeong Ha-yeon flinched, thinking it a bit much. But she quickly glared, eyes fierce.
"I'm not apologizing. You were wrong. I told you to stop so many times…."
"……."
He had no rebuttal. He'd kept pushing despite her protests.
Awkwardly scratching his eye corner, he felt a bit wronged.
'I thought she was just tsundere shy!'
She'd accepted it all subtly despite saying no. Responding to kisses, yielding her body with ragged breaths when he teased her breasts and clavicle.
And above all, he'd trusted the item effect too much.
'Slight increase, my ass—barely worked?'
But it had worked too well on him. Not enough to cloud his mind, but even with his carotid crushed, his erection hadn't faded. So he'd assumed she felt the same—just playing bratty due to personality.
But apparently not.
Pausing mid-thought, he realized something.
'Wait… was she actually scared?'
Jeong Ha-yeon's left hand trembled faintly. Like with Baek Jeong-gi before. Seo Joo-hwan's expression grew heavy as he looked at her.
Meanwhile, she glared with her still-flushed face, then panicked at his darkening one.
'Did I squeeze too hard? I held back….'
But spotting his still-standing erection, she recoiled. He was faking pitiful to pounce again!
"Y-You! If you try again, I won't let go this time?!"
"……."
No response. Jeong Ha-yeon racked her brain. There had to be something that worked in moments like this, but nothing came.
Ah! Finally recalling a line, she blurted it.
"Seo Joo-hwan, if you did this just to—"
"Sorry."
"…Huh? What?"
"I'm sorry, Ha-yeon."
Jeong Ha-yeon stared at him blankly. It wasn't lip service—he looked genuinely remorseful. He repeated it.
"I was too pushy. Sorry."
"……."
What the hell? Why this suddenly? And why was it still standing if he was sorry? Was he really?
Thoughts raced through her head. She eyed him suspiciously.
"Sorry for wha—"
No, don't say that. She'd told him never to ask. She swallowed the words.
Seo Joo-hwan continued softly.
"…I didn't realize you were scared. I thought you were just playing hard to get. I wasn't trying to force you."
"…Huh? Scared?"
What was this? Sure, she was scared, but his "scared" meant something else.
Despite her confusion, he gazed at her steadily, speaking carefully.
"I just wanted to get closer. It's my first girlfriend… I'm kinda really bad at this."
"Uh, y-yeah."
"So don't be scared of me, Ha-yeon…."
"……."
Jeong Ha-yeon gaped wordlessly. He looked like a rain-soaked puppy—nothing like the lust-driven beast from moments ago. It threw her off.
What? Now I feel like the bad guy….
A half-assed sorry would've made her mad, but this softened her heart.