Chapter 22
Chapter 22
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 22
Chapter Title: Hashtags (4)
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Han Chae-ah couldn't understand her own actions.
Here for revenge?
Fine.
Honestly, the ending felt off, but it was half a success.
Because Kim Jinwoo had looked so frustrated.
Of course, in the process, the furious guy had done something weird to her.
Though calling it "weird" was hard to justify.
He'd just stroked her ear and chin.
Skinship that lovers do all the time.
The problem was, she wasn't lovers with Kim Jinwoo.
Just senior and junior.
Senior and junior who hadn't known each other long.
What surprised her was how her body heated up at his touch.
When he'd grazed the spot behind her ear, it tickled so intensely her whole body shrank back.
Her lower belly grew hot.
Her heart pounded.
An erogenous zone she hadn't even known about.
Yet he touched it casually, like he already knew it was there.
She had no idea how shocked she'd been.
To feel such a secret sensation awaken in a public place like this.
Her chest tickled, her heart raced.
The forbidden thrill of doing something she shouldn't tightened her chest.
And she didn't hate it.
Even the light stroke along her chin heated her body.
Every spot he touched was an erogenous zone.
Startled by the fierce stimulation, curiosity bloomed anyway.
How did he know?
He seems to know me better than I know myself.
Was it that intensity?
She couldn't resist his actions at all.
"If you want to keep going, wait until we're done."
Even that command to wait.
And now.
"Haa, haa."
Han Chae-ah watched Kim Jinwoo, who had stripped away her last defense—the sky-blue bra covering her chest.
She couldn't meet his eyes properly.
His hands ignored her feeble resistance and stripped her clothes off completely.
No.
She hated being undressed like this.
It was embarrassing.
But she didn't want to scream or run away either.
'Why?'
She didn't know.
She couldn't figure out why she hadn't fled, why she'd accepted his touch.
She just...
"P-please stop."
Kept spitting out meaningless protests.
"Don't say that. It won't work anyway."
"......"
"If you hated it, you could've left. You stayed, so you're fine with it."
He was right.
If she hated it.
If she truly hated this, she could've left from the start.
But Han Chae-ah stayed.
She knew it too.
What Kim Jinwoo would do to her after closing time.
She knew and stayed anyway.
Deep down.
She was looking forward to it.
Being with Kim Jinwoo let her become a naughty, bad girl.
And that felt good.
Now, her voluptuous breasts—ones she hadn't shown her parents or anyone—were bared before Kim Jinwoo.
In the empty café.
Just the two of them.
Han Chae-ah looked at Kim Jinwoo staring blatantly at her chest.
"S-say something..."
Kim Jinwoo didn't respond.
He just kept staring at her breasts.
Shame flushed her face red.
Her breathing grew ragged.
Her heart raced, blood rushed to her head.
Who knew just being looked at could feel this good?
It felt so good she could barely breathe.
A little more.
Just a little more.
She looked at Kim Jinwoo.
He wasn't looking at her eyes.
His gaze was fixed solely on her breasts.
Is this what they mean by "raped by eyes"?
Kim Jinwoo's eyes burned intensely on her breasts.
Wherever his gaze swept, a strange tingling prickled.
As if...
His fingers were brushing her.
Every breeze brought vivid sensation from her breasts.
Sensations she could never feel with clothes on.
And she knew where that breeze came from.
Kim Jinwoo's breath.
Every time his shoulders heaved.
Every deep exhale from his nose.
That breath tickled her breasts.
"Hngh, ahh..."
At the sensation of air teasing her body, Han Chae-ah writhed.
Her lower belly burned hot.
She felt herself starting to get wet.
Say something.
If he touched her, it'd be better.
At least she'd feel relief that it was a man's hand making her feel this way.
Feeling like this in this state...
It's like showing she's a pervert who gets off just on the shame of exposing herself.
She looked at Kim Jinwoo with desperate eyes.
But his expression barely changed.
He openly admired her large breasts, erect pink nipples, slender waist, and the hips flowing from it.
Good thing she was wearing a skirt.
Otherwise, his gaze would've gone lower.
"S-sunbae... please..."
Say something, anything.
Why are you just staring like that?
Her whole body itched.
She wanted to do something.
The precarious touch on her exposed breasts wasn't enough.
A little more.
She craved something more explicit...
I want to touch.
Want to touch.
Touch my breasts, nipples.
Want to be touched.
'What did I just think?'
Am I thinking I want to feel good?
That's when their eyes met.
"Pretty."
"Ngh...!"
Words she never expected.
From Kim Jinwoo, of all people.
She'd thought he'd grope her breasts and torment her.
Instead, he whispered to her in a gentler voice than ever.
"Breasts like these could easily hide a teaspoon."
"D-don't say weird things. How could you hide a teaspoon in brea—Hiiik!"
Kim Jinwoo's fingertip softly scraped her breast.
More like grazing than scraping.
The sensation lingered vividly wherever his fingertip passed.
"Haa, hngh...!"
A moan escaped on its own.
Earlier, he hadn't looked at her; now, she avoided his gaze.
She couldn't face him.
Couldn't face Kim Jinwoo seeing her like this.
Out of shame.
"Han Chae-ah."
Kim Jinwoo called her name.
"Look at my hand touching your breasts."
He commanded.
Like before, she couldn't refuse.
It wasn't a big deal.
She could just say no.
Didn't have to obey.
Yet she did.
His every word drew her ear.
His whispers sharpened her hearing.
Breathing heavily, she looked at her breasts as ordered.
"Watch how your pretty breasts get ruined."
And the hand that had been gently stroking her breasts...
Squeezed them hard.
"Haaah!!!"
Kim Jinwoo's hand gripped her large breast like clutching it.
His fingers, so much larger than hers, seized her breast, choking off her breath.
Even though he'd touched it once before, bare skin felt different.
A more blatant pleasure.
The moment he gripped, a sharp jolt of ecstasy stabbed her body.
A mild orgasm.
For her, who never even masturbated, this faint climax left a deep impression.
Feels so good.
First time like this.
Fists clenched, she bit her lip through the surging pleasure.
Just her breasts being fondled.
Yet it felt so good she could barely stand.
A sparkling sensation.
Her breasts distorted by Kim Jinwoo's fingers.
The beautiful teardrop shape warped.
That distortion looked so lewd.
Excitement built more and more.
Below, she grew wetter.
She felt it.
How utterly aroused she was.
A realm she could never reach imagining self-pleasure.
"S-sunbae..."
She called him urgently.
A little more.
Just a bit more intense, please.
Too embarrassed to voice it.
"I'll give you what you want."
As if reading her mind, he gripped her breasts harder.
One hand wrapped around her waist.
Their bodies overlapped explicitly, man and woman.
That moment.
"Ah."
Kim Jinwoo's thick male scent enveloped Han Chae-ah.
A dizzying fragrance.
The pheromones arousing the female.
It stimulated her.
Her waist went slack, body tilting.
She leaned into him like embracing.
His chest felt so vast.
***
'Is this okay?'
Han Chae-ah in my arms.
Panting just from her breasts being grabbed, now nestled against me.
Her legs seemed weak, leaning on me.
Han Chae-ah's ragged breaths.
Just her breathing told me how excited she was.
And I was just as aroused.
'Wow...'
I didn't show it, but the moment I grabbed her breasts, I couldn't help but marvel.
A touch completely different from Choi Ye-won's breasts I'd held yesterday.
Unlike Ye-won's, which had subtle firmness amid softness, Han Chae-ah's were so soft my fingers sank right in.
Like grasping a cloud.
The ultimate softness choked my breath.
Not just from grabbing her breasts.
The campus goddess's breasts.
The idol every guy drools over, dying for a chat or a meal together.
Yeonsung's star.
And I'm secretly groping them.
Gazing at a view forbidden to others, daring to leave my handprints.
The spot I gripped flushed bright red.
"Haa, haa. Sunbae..."
Her moist eyes looking at me brimmed with longing.
Eyes craving even greater desire.
That arrogant glint gone long ago.
The Han Chae-ah before me now obeyed sweetly.
In this state, whatever I did...
My hand around her waist slid lower.
Stroking down her waist, my fingertips slipped under her skirt and gripped her ass. Tension gripped her glutes.
"Nothing hidden in the skirt either."
"Haa..."
Her body twitched at every whisper.
As if my words alone could make her cum.
Scraping her ass with my fingers, her glutes tensed and her toes lifted.
Our faces drew closer.
Right now...
I shelved the thought and caressed her ass.
My hand ventured deeper inside.
Like Columbus exploring the new world.
My fingers roamed the uncharted territory of a woman's skirt.
Everything was a fresh thrill.
Warm, moist.
Grazing her sweat-damp ass, pushing further in.
'She's soaked.'
Han Chae-ah's panties were drenched.
Not even over her pussy, yet so wet it seeped through.
She was insanely aroused by this situation.
Dark café.
Alone with a guy.
Half-naked.
Breasts toyed with, nestled against me.
Her slack waist pressed her full breasts to my body.
I silently stroked the ear of Han Chae-ah in my arms.
Then, her still hands began groping my body.
The first time she'd actively stimulated me, after just receiving.
My heart raced at her change.
No words exchanged, but both of us in peak arousal.
Did satisfying her desired fetish do it?
Or fulfilling the dark red hashtags?
Han Chae-ah accepted my touch without a hint of refusal.
"Aahh..."
She began trembling in my arms, like reaching a shallow climax.
No acts done, but the situation alone made her cum.
'If I push further here...'
I could probably go all the way.
If I kept advancing, she wouldn't refuse.
But at this pivotal moment, I hesitated.
This quest that tried to kill me.
The one that escalated every time I acted.
Anxiety that banging Han Chae-ah would suddenly ramp it up.
That held me back.
'Stop here?'
Leave this ripe fruit untouched?
No.
Can't do that.
Manly Kim Jinwoo.
After coming this far, no backing down...
My hand headed deeper.
Squelch.
A lewd sound echoed.
"Ah, th-there...!"
Her whisper reached my ear.
"D-don't..."
The first refusal from her, who'd accepted everything.
Realizing what she'd said, she startled and looked at me.
"Th-that's..."
I looked back at her.
The hashtag floating over her crotch.
Her unreadied inner heart.
The new hashtag said she feared crossing that final line.