Possessiveness (2)
In response to her request to turn off the lights, Seo Joo-hwan shot back with thick regret in his voice. “Can’t we just do it like this? I want to see your face.”
“Absolutely not…!” Jeong Ha-yeon clutched her towel tight. If the lights stayed on, she wouldn’t even dream of sex, let alone dropping the towel.
Seo Joo-hwan had no choice but to nod. He could’ve ripped the towel off by force, but he didn’t feel like pushing it that far.
The lights can wait till later.
They’d end up doing it with the lights on someday anyway. This wasn’t the end, after all.
He switched off the lights and climbed back onto the bed.
Damn, it’s pitch black.
With the curtains drawn tight, he could barely make out outlines.
But somehow, that didn’t feel half bad. The faint glimpses of her curves were beautiful enough on their own—and more than enough to get him fired up.
Smack. Smooch… Kiss.
“Mmm….”
Seo Joo-hwan kissed her again, pouring his emotions into the woman lying beneath him. Their tongues tangled, saliva swapped back and forth, emotions melting deep between them.
Rustle—
He unwrapped the towel clinging to her body. In the darkness, the shaking outline of her breasts came into hazy view.
The chest she’d always hidden under tracksuits or baggy hoodies was now fully bared.
He reached out cautiously and cupped a breast. The soft, yielding flesh filled his palm—the same addictive softness that had lingered on his fingertips yesterday.
Hooked on that plush give, Seo Joo-hwan couldn’t pull his hand away. He kneaded away.
After a bit, the nipple caught under his fingers stiffened harder.
He teased it gently with his index finger.
“Ah… Nng!”
A nasal whine leaked from Jeong Ha-yeon’s lips, even as she fought back her moans. She clamped her mouth shut in surprise, but heat started seeping into her breaths.
“Ha-yeon, don’t hold back. Let it out—I need to know what feels good.”
“Haa… Nng… Just… do it….”
Jeong Ha-yeon was even more passive than he’d expected. When a woman played it this coy, it put a guy in a tough spot. Everyone’s sweet spots were different; without some back-and-forth, he couldn’t hit the right ones properly.
Of course, that was for normal folks.
Sexual Point.
Seo Joo-hwan could tap into special abilities, setting him apart. Even in the pitch dark, the Sexual Point that revealed his partner’s erogenous zones glowed softly, updating her hot spots in real time with a faint shimmer.
Breasts are the winner right now.
He massaged them in slow circles. She still bit back her sounds, but her ragged breaths and the faint tremors running through her body gave it away.
As he worked her breasts, he dipped his head and buried his face in her neck. Fresh out of the shower, she smelled sweet and clean. Her damp hair tickled his cheek just right.
“Haa.”
“Hik? Joo-hwan, your breath… Ah!”
She jolted at his hot exhale.
Jeong Ha-yeon’s signature erogenous zones were her nape, collarbones, and cervix.
He nuzzled his lips against her pale neck, sliding downward soft and slow.
Halfway down her sleek neckline, temptation hit—he grazed his teeth over it on impulse.
Nibble.
“Hng?!”
Nibble nibble.
“Ah… Uh… Nng!”
Jeong Ha-yeon let out muffled moans through gritted teeth. The unfamiliar sensation rippled up from her nape.
His canines teased the spot with a slick mix of saliva, like he was drawing blood.
“…….”
But the body adapts to repeated touches. Arousal still surged, but she clenched her jaw to stifle the moans trying to escape.
Then something plush pressed against her nape. A slippery glide sent goosebumps racing.
“Hahk?!”
Jeong Ha-yeon’s foreplay knowledge ran shallow. Seo Joo-hwan, though? Post-regression hookups had drilled it into him through raw experience.
Lick.
Sliiiick—
He dragged his tongue long and flat along her graceful neckline.
Her startled moan and twitching shivers confirmed she was feeling it—and that cranked his excitement higher.
He got off on her reactions, sure, but making her squirm? Even better.
“Ah, ha… Nng! Ah… Hik!”
Her stifled moans started echoing right in his ear.
He followed her neckline to her collarbone, burying his nose and face there—her reactions went wild.
He dipped into the hollow of her clavicle, inhaling her fresh scent, then stamped a firm kiss like an ink seal.
Kiss. Smooch—
He sucked at her snow-white skin. That delicate pale flesh couldn’t take the rough pull—it flushed red.
“Ahk. Uh… Nng. Hurts, Joo-hwan… Hngt.”
“Hurt bad?”
“A little… Not too much.”
“Then let’s leave a few more.”
“A few more what…?”
Her clueless follow-up made him grin. Yeah, she was green as hell.
Seo Joo-hwan smirked, pecked her cheek, and whispered.
“Sold-out stamps?”
“What’s that m—Ah!”
Realization dawned; Jeong Ha-yeon flushed beet red. The dark hid it, but he could picture her ghostly pale skin glowing pink.
“Puhuhu. Mind if I stamp a couple more?”
“Hey… What if someone sees….”
Her words said no, but her tone? Not hating it one bit. That rare pout was proof.
Heat surged up from his groin.
“I’d mark you where everyone could see if I could….”
“Hey, no. Absolutely not.”
“Fine, fine. Hidden spots just for me then. Cool?”
“…Yeah.”
Greenlit, he went wild. He stamped the dips around her collarbone, didn’t stop there.
Tracing her body, he marked her everywhere.
Her skin looked fragile and white, but it bounced back with killer elasticity—pure fun to grope.
“Judo till when again?”
“Nng… Fifteen, quit senior year of middle school.”
“Good at it? Figured yeah.”
“Ahng… Decent. Ranked in juniors.”
“Makes sense. Your muscles are toned just right, Ha-yeon.”
She clammed up. Then came a deflated mumble.
“…Kinda manly?”
“What? How’s this manly? Total compliment.”
“R-Really?”
“Duh. Can’t stop touching.”
No bullshit—her body felt next-level. Trained girls had that plush feminine softness with elastic snap, skin gripping your fingers just so.
Something you only get from real work. And judo gave hers a different vibe from Im Su-hee’s gym-honed toughness.
“Phew….”
Her soft murmur. Face buried in her chest, Seo Joo-hwan cocked his head.
Foreplay and chit-chat peeled back layers—a hunch hit.
No way she’d react like this with even a little experience….
“Ha-yeon, hate to ask, but…”
“Yeah?”
“…This your first time?”
Her body tensed a hair.
After a beat, pouty huff.
“Obviously….”
“F-For real?”
Eyes bugging out, he double-checked. She snapped, annoyed.
“First time. You’re my first boyfriend—duh?”
“I’m your first? Wait, no. Honestly… I figured you’d been around.”
“…Why?”
“‘Cause… you’re gorgeous?”
“Pfft. Lame.”
She scoffed, baffled—but he’d always assumed it. No way guys left a knockout like Jeong Ha-yeon untouched.
So her innocence just screamed “light experience,” not zero.
…Then what was up with that confession?
She’d talked down his dating fears like a pro. Pushy, sure, but experienced.
Yet zero miles, first boyfriend? Conquest vibes hit hard.
First lips locked, first tits groped, first full-body stamps—all his.
Throb—
His dick snapped to attention below.
But no time to bask.
“Bet you’re not a virgin, huh Joo-hwan?”
“…Huh?”
“Spill.”
She yanked him chest-first into her rack, legs scissoring his waist like a pro hold. Something locked him down—dick jammed into the mattress, immobile.
Blissful hell.
Breasts smothering his face, air thinning. Sweat beaded down his back.
She spoke up, voice trembling shy from the position but softer than ever.
“I know you’ve done it. Won’t flip. How many?”
Here we go.
Foreplay alone screamed “not a rookie.” Too damn smooth.
Brain spinning under the squeeze, he cracked.
“O-One.”
“Bull. Said I wouldn’t care.”
“Tw-Two?”
“Question mark much?”
“…Two. Swear.”
“Hmm~.”
“F-For real? C’mon, Ha-yeon.”
Buy it? The vice grip loosened.
Air rushed back; he propped up, peeking her mood.
Whap!
A pale fist thumped his chest.
“Ugh!”
Stung but not brutal—measured hit.
Glancing down: pouty glare, eyes glassy.
“Asshole.”
“…….”
“Said you were a monk….”
“Was….”
“Liar again. Jerk. Thought you were first too… Shit.”
She tsked, pissed. Less the experience, more the dashed hopes from his fib.
Felt dumb for her solo hype over shared firsts.
“Why bullshit? Would’ve been fine… Made me the idiot… Mmph?”
Kiss—smooch.
She wriggled. Bastard always kissed to dodge trouble.
Sealed her mouth, flipped the vibe.
Prodded spots she didn’t even know were weak.
Floated her body…!
Kiss—smack… smooch… Haa….
And falling for it? Peak idiot.
He broke off.
“You’re my first girlfriend, Ha-yeon.”
“Lies on loop…”
“Girlfriend? Dead serious first. Trust.”
“…Those two?”
“N-No dating…”
Paused mid-spill—what a mess. No penetration yet.
Guilt choked him; he scratched his eye corner.
She snaked arms around his neck.
“Dating… really me first?”
“Y-Yeah.”
“Lie and I rip your throat?”
“Total truth.”
“…That?”
“No, really—you’re first. First girlfriend, first real like. Love you, Ha-yeon.”
Instinct yanked her tight into his arms. Maxed out Holy Touch, stroking her neckline light and pleading—like believe me.
She snuggled close, then—chomp on his neck.
Gonna shred!
Nibble nibble—
No mauling. Just her mirroring him: nuzzling his nape, sucking breath.
Smooch—slurp—Paha!
“My stamp now.”
“…Yeah.”
“Mine. Eye another girl, you’re dead. Got it?”
“Nng.”
“Weak sauce. Bite?”
Fangs pricked his nape.
“Yeah! Got it!”
Vigorous nod—fear of real chomp.
Satisfied, teeth off.
“Fine. Lie forgiven.”
“Just a mis—Nng. Thanks.”
Knee nudged his crotch—quick pivot.
Talked big on possessiveness, now he was owned?
Sweating bullets inside, she cupped his face.
Peck.
“Love you too, Joo-hwan.”
“Yeah. Love you.”
“…So come here.”
Arms wide open.