36. I Want to Eat Your XX (6)
36. I Want to Eat Your XX (6)
Baek-seol was the first to emerge from the overlapping aftershocks of climax.
"Haa, haa......"
Though the trembling in her body and her breathing hadn't completely settled yet, at least she wasn't completely unable to control her body like just moments before.
"Ngh, haahk! Hiiiuuk......"
Meanwhile, So-jeong was still letting out delicate breaths and twitching. Baek-seol gently stroked the back of So-jeong's head, waiting for her to calm down.
A short while later, when So-jeong's breathing subsided, Baek-seol spoke quietly.
"Feeling a bit better?"
"Haa, uuuh, yeah."
After the brief exchange, a slightly awkward silence fell.
"......"
"......"
With the desire that had suppressed reason now satisfied and gone, the reason that had been unable to do its job until now began to raise its head again.
"Hmm......"
Trying to somehow break the awkwardness, Baek-seol made a sound first. Then she suddenly realized that both of them were drenched in sweat.
So-jeong's long hair was stuck to Baek-seol's cheek too, and the tops they hadn't even managed to take off were clinging tightly to their bodies.
They hadn't been entangled for that long, but it meant they had explored each other that intensely.
With lingering heat like embers still in her body, Baek-seol felt a thirst for cool water.
"So-jeong-ah."
Having found something to talk about, Baek-seol whispered to So-jeong, who still had her nose buried in the nape of her neck. Realizing they had sweated profusely, Baek-seol felt a bit embarrassed at the thought of So-jeong smelling her scent.
"Want some water? Should I get you some?"
"Ah...yeah."
It seemed So-jeong only became aware of her own thirst after hearing Baek-seol's words, as she nodded slightly while saying that.
But when So-jeong showed no sign of getting off her, Baek-seol tilted her head and asked.
"So-jeong-ah? Um, you need to get off so I can go to the fridge."
"Ah, that, that's......"
Even without seeing her face, Baek-seol could tell from So-jeong's shrinking voice that she was incredibly embarrassed.
"I can't lift my face right nooow......"
"Why?"
When Baek-seol asked again, So-jeong made a deflating sound, huuuuh.
"I'm so embarrasseeed......"
"Ah."
At So-jeong's words, Baek-seol also felt heat rushing to her face again.
They did it.
They really did it.
That thing that had only existed in her mind as words, or as vague imaginings, had become reality.
As the deed, committed in the heat of the moment and with a slight buzz from alcohol, began to feel real, an inexplicable embarrassment began to creep up.
And that wasn't all.
'Didn't...didn't I say all sorts of incredibly embarrassing things earlier?'
Baek-seol replayed the situation from just minutes ago, when she had entrusted her heart to instinct and thrown her whole body into pleasure.
'So...could you help me out? So-jeong-ah, I'm so hot here.'
'Haat, hguk, uhp...haaa...! It's okay, I'm...haahk! safe today...! Just hold me instead, haang, hold me So-jeong-ah...!'
And as she recalled the words she had blurted out, Baek-seol clenched her lips tightly and covered her eyes with one hand.
'......I must be insane.'
If there had been a mouse hole, she would have wanted to crawl into it. If So-jeong hadn't been on top of her, she might have been rolling around in agony.
But Baek-seol soon pulled herself together and removed the hand covering her eyes.
It was mortifyingly embarrassing, but So-jeong was probably the same.
Given her timid personality, she was likely even more embarrassed than Baek-seol herself.
Baek-seol felt the warmth of So-jeong, who still couldn't lift her head and was holding her breath, the softness of her skin, and the occasional breath that reached her.
'Even though you're this timid, you were pounding inside me so fiercely earlier?'
Like So-jeong, Baek-seol had zero sexual experience, but given their usual personalities and relationship, she had thought she would be the one leading in bed.
But contrary to Baek-seol's imagination, it was So-jeong who had taken the lead. She probably did it without any conscious awareness, but Baek-seol, unable to even attempt to wrest back control from So-jeong's rushing hot emotions, had simply been consumed by the pleasure she provided.
'Who knew So-jeong would be this good at sex?'
Of course, if asked if she disliked it because it was different from her imagination, the answer was absolutely not.
Rather, it felt fresh seeing this new side of So-jeong, and the unfamiliarity of their new relationship had been exciting too.
Gaining a slight understanding of why people on TV chattered so much about friends becoming lovers, Baek-seol opened her mouth to try and calm down the So-jeong she knew.
"So-jeong-ah. Lift your head a bit."
"Uuuuh......"
"It's dark so I can't see your face, it's okay."
"Really?"
"Really."
At Baek-seol's words, So-jeong slowly lifted her head.
"You won't look? I'm definitely making a really weird face right now."
"......"
The part about not being able to see her face was actually a lie. Baek-seol had good night vision.
So-jeong's bright, round eyes were more moist than usual with embarrassment. Those flustered eyes, not knowing what to do, wandered around searching for a place to rest even in the darkness, and her flowing hair was stuck to her flushed cheeks. Her lips, moist and slightly parted, looked as fresh as cherry blossoms in spring sunlight even in the dark.
How could a person be so pretty, cute, and sexy at the same time? Baek-seol felt like she could kiss her again right that instant.
But if she did that, So-jeong would clearly let out a *poof* of white steam from her head, so Baek-seol turned her head slightly and continued speaking.
"Don't worry, I can't see. Are you okay physically now?"
"Ah, yeah."
"Then can you get off for a bit? I'll get you some water."
"Yeah."
Only then did So-jeong sit up, releasing Baek-seol.
*Squelch*......
They both felt the sensation of So-jeong's now somewhat smaller member slipping out, but neither So-jeong nor Baek-seol wanted to make the atmosphere more awkward, so they deliberately ignored it.
Baek-seol walked slowly toward the fridge with an unsteady gait.
"Uuugh......"
A sore sensation still remained in her pelvis. It was her first time accepting something external, and its size was literally gasp-inducingly large, so perhaps this result was inevitable.
Moreover, as the thing blocking the entrance slipped out, a hot, sticky liquid trickled down between her legs. The soreness in her pelvis combined with the sensation of semen made Baek-seol feel as if So-jeong's dick was still inside her.
It was a bit uncomfortable... but it also felt strangely good, as if she could still feel So-jeong even though they were separated.
Bringing two water bottles from the fridge, Baek-seol handed one to So-jeong and sat back on the couch, gulping down the water. The sensation of the cool water quenching her body's heat and thirst was refreshing.
"So-jeong-ah, do you want to shower first?"
Afraid that maintaining this silence would let the awkward atmosphere creep back in, Baek-seol broached a topic first.
"Ah, no. You can shower first."
Perhaps because she thought her face couldn't be seen, So-jeong also responded in a somewhat calmer, more normal voice.
"I'm fine. Go shower quickly. We sweated a lot, you'll catch a cold."
After ushering So-jeong into the shower, Baek-seol, left alone on the couch, lightly touched the couch sheet.
"Ugh... it's completely soaked."
The thought that most of it was undoubtedly her own fluids brought another wave of embarrassment.
Rationalizing to herself that it wasn't that she was lewd, but that So-jeong was just too good at sex, Baek-seol thought she'd have to wash the cover tomorrow.
Thinking about tomorrow's tasks suddenly reminded her of something, and Baek-seol picked up her smartphone to check the time.
"We've already blown way past the last train time."
She could have sent her home by taxi, but Baek-seol didn't want to send So-jeong home alone so late.
'Which means she'll be staying at my place tonight......"
As her thoughts reached that point, her chest tightened and began to pound again.
The thought bubbled up like a soap bubble—if they maintained this atmosphere, maybe they could do it once more.
So-jeong would shower, then Baek-seol would shower, and they'd sit on the bed together while the warmth from the shower still lingered, chatting quietly,
and then their eyes would meet, they'd gaze at each other wordlessly for a moment, their lips drawing closer......
"Ngh."
She unconsciously rubbed her legs together slightly. The inside of her lower abdomen, which had just calmed down, seemed to be heating up again.
'Don't count your chickens before they hatch, Ryu Baek-seol. Get a grip.'
Even as she scolded herself, Baek-seol found herself straining her ears toward the sound of So-jeong showering. Perhaps, just perhaps, she thought, spreading the wings of imagination in her mind.
But a short while later, what came from the shower wasn't So-jeong's refreshed voice after finishing her shower.
"Aauuu... Baek-seol-ah......"
As So-jeong spoke in a dying voice while opening the shower door, Baek-seol shot up and ran toward the shower.
"What's wrong, So-jeong-ah?"
"Uuuh......"
So-jeong was making a pained face in an awkward posture, almost hanging onto the shower door handle. The bathrobe she seemed to have struggled into was sloppily barely covering her body.
"Baek-seol-ah, my back......"
"......Ah."
Right, So-jeong, who was terribly uncoordinated, had moved her body so violently.
Baek-seol let out a small, inaudible sigh.
All those numerous romantic scenarios she had painted in her mind seemed a bit premature for now.