Chapter 67
Chapter 67
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 67
Chapter Title: In the Department Lounge (4)
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"Make me... even messier..."
Hot breath escaped from between Han Chae-ah's lips.
She was already half out of her mind with lust.
"As you wish."
I pulled her soaked panties completely aside.
The white fabric, now translucent—no, turned peach-colored from her skin showing through—disappeared, leaving her pussy fully exposed, glistening lewdly with her arousal.
Her slit, with just a hint of thin pubic hair peeking out.
It wasn't completely shaved bare, but the hair was so fine and sparse it might as well have been—a perfectly beautiful vulva.
From the slightly parted red seam between, transparent fluid kept oozing out endlessly.
"Haa... ugh..."
Exposed to the cool department lounge air, her thighs twitched.
I stared right at it, and she shuddered violently, looking back at me.
Her embarrassment was plain as day.
Her ass pressed against the desk, she covered her face with both hands while staring straight at me.
What good did covering her face do?
Her legs were spread wide, her pussy on full display.
I brought my finger to that red seam.
"Hngh!"
She let out a sweet cry and trembled.
Thanks to the flood of slick arousal, there was no resistance at all.
Schlick.
"Haa... haa..."
The wet, sticky sounds filled the lounge.
Lewd noises.
Both Han Chae-ah and I got even more heated from the sound.
Her eyes misty with desire, a heated moan spilled from her lips.
"Hnnng..."
Teasing just her outer lips had her squirming in frustration, maybe.
Biting her lip, she whimpered like she was sobbing, her lips twitching as if desperate to say something.
"Tell me. I'll do whatever you say."
"......"
I knew what she wanted.
I knew what she craved.
And I knew exactly why she hesitated.
That wall of being the "good girl" that had held her back all this time.
She was still hung up on it.
But she knew too.
If she tore down that wall, I'd plunge right in without a second thought.
That's why she was still holding back.
What, hadn't we done everything but actual sex in that karaoke room?
Yeah.
We had.
Honestly, Han Chae-ah and I had gone right up to the edge back then.
In that karaoke room.
We'd seen and felt almost everything of each other.
That's why.
I could tell what she wanted now just from her eyes.
But I didn't make the first move.
She had to ask for it herself.
Beg for it.
Only then.
Could she feel even deeper pleasure.
Her body had already answered the moment she spread her legs.
But I stubbornly coaxed her to say it out loud.
Her face flushed red, Han Chae-ah's lips trembled.
"P-Put it in... senior's fingers..."
"Good girl. That's how you say it from now on. When you want something, beg for it with words."
"Hngh... yes..."
I slid my finger into my obedient junior's pussy.
It was so wet that it slipped right in without resistance.
I pushed it all the way to the hilt, and Han Chae-ah's head snapped back.
"Ngh!"
"Relax. If you clench like that, how's it supposed to go in?"
"B-But... it feels so foreign..."
"You've fantasized about me fingering you plenty of times. Is my finger thicker than you imagined?"
I deliberately pressed and twisted against her inner walls.
"Hngh! Uuugh!"
Han Chae-ah's moans grew rougher.
She tried to answer, but all that came out were sobs from my finger's movements.
Firm yet hot inner walls.
Every time my finger moved, I could feel them writhing.
Like they were trying to devour my finger.
Schlick, schlick.
Each thrust in and out brought obscene friction sounds.
"Th-Thicker... way thicker than I imagined... so th-thick!"
Every time my index finger hilted and twisted, moans burst from her lips.
"Hear that? Is it normal for a desk in the lounge to make sounds like this?"
"Ah... ugh... please... the noise..."
"It's your pussy making that sound. Embarrassed?"
I twisted my finger around, searching for her weak spot.
The one they call the G-spot.
Slowly, minimizing stimulation at first, I probed her insides.
"Hnnngh!!!"
Her thighs clamped together as she shuddered.
Han Chae-ah bit her own hand to stifle her scream.
Her desperate attempt to stay quiet was insanely hot.
"So fucking sexy."
One hand raking her pussy like claws, the other lifting her top.
A white bra came into view underneath.
I buried my face in her breasts.
Faint sweat mixed with body wash scent assaulted my nose.
A soft, powdery fragrance that was intoxicating.
"S-Senior..."
I planted my lips right on her upper cleavage.
Licked it with my tongue while squeezing her underboob with my hand.
As the caresses continued, her breathing grew ragged.
This should be enough—I added another finger.
The increased girth made her hips buck slightly.
"Uuuugh... t-too big..."
"If you're struggling with just this, what'll happen when the real thing goes in?"
"Haa... haa."
She just panted roughly, showing no sign of refusal.
I spread my fingers like scissors, forcibly stretching her tight entrance.
"This part's too narrow. That's why your panties got soaked earlier—you're clenched so tight."
"Ah... ahn... d-don't stretch there..."
"Stay still. I'm taming you."
"Aah..."
I curled my fingers, scraping up along the roof of her pussy—the so-called G-spot—once more.
Schlick, schlick.
"Hiiik! N-No, not there! It's... it's really weird! Thereee!"
The girl who'd been stifling her voice was gone—now she cried out in lust, hips jerking wildly.
Her waist bounced, slamming against the desk with a loud thud.
"Shh. Quiet."
I pressed down hard on her lower belly with my other hand to pin her.
"I told you not to make noise. Good students stay quiet in libraries or lounges."
Noise?
Truth be told, she could make as much as she wanted.
The noise cancellation was still blocking any sound from escaping the lounge even now.
But I couldn't just let it slide.
She probably thought someone outside might hear.
I had to play along.
To excite her more.
Forcing restraint on her actions.
It aroused people emotionally more than you'd think.
Sure enough, telling her to stifle her moans made Han Chae-ah's face burn even hotter.
The way she clamped her hand over her mouth to hold back.
So cute.
So fucking hot.
Schlick, schlick.
I sped up my fingers.
The sounds grew even sloppier.
Hot arousal dripped down my hand.
"Mmmph!!"
She fought the pleasure, desperately muffling her moans.
Separate from her suppressed cries, her hips thrashed wildly.
The pen holder on the desk rattled and toppled.
Crash.
Pens and highlighters spilled noisily to the floor.
Just like her body, the desk was a total mess.
Preparation complete.
The path was wide enough, and she was overflowing with slick.
"Haa... haa..."
I pulled my fingers out, and she trembled her thighs in disappointment.
Her gaping hole twitched, refusing to close.
I wiped her juices off on her thigh.
"Good job holding back. Now I'll really make a mess of you."
I lowered my head between her legs.
A presence incomparable to fingers—hot and massive—approached, and Han Chae-ah's body went rigid.
"S-Senior? Your mouth...!"
"Why? Don't like it?"
"It's... dirty... that's where you pee from..."
"Then what about when you licked my cock? That wasn't dirty?"
"Ah."
Recalling what she'd done to me before, her face flushed red.
The resistance drained from her body.
We'd already shared that kind of filthiness.
Why act up now?
A lewd scent wafted from her soaked perineum.
The sticky smell of an aroused woman.
Pheromones.
The scent of a bitch in heat.
The aroma of a fully prepared woman was this sweet.
I stuck out my tongue long.
And flicked the tip against her swollen, throbbing clit.
"Hahk!"
An explosive reaction.
Without hesitation, I covered her labia with my lips.
Slurp!
"Uwaaaah!!"
She clamped her hand over her mouth, but the scream leaked through her fingers.
I dragged my entire tongue broadly up her parted slit.
From perineum to clit.
The rough texture of my tongue scraping her sensitive skin had Han Chae-ah thrashing helplessly.
Lick, slurp, schlurp.
Obscene wet sounds filled the lounge.
"Mmmph!! Mmmph...!"
Screams seeped from her muffled mouth.
She gripped the desk edge tight.
Her knuckles white.
Softer than fingers, but overwhelmingly more intense stimulation.
I gripped her pelvis firm and shoved my face in.
My nose pressed into her wet flesh; every breath filled my lungs with her scent.
Fishy yet sweet.
Her pent-up arousal was sticky like honey.
I lifted my head to meet her eyes.
Her juices glistened on my lips and chin.
"Tastes amazing, junior."
"Ah... uhn... d-don't look..."
"Why not? It's yours—you should see. You've been leaking this slutty fluid all through class."
Grinning lewdly at her flustered state, I stiffened my tongue and thrust it into the hole I'd widened with my fingers.
Schlick.
"Heek! It's... inside! Your tongue's in me...!"
Her inner walls contracted wildly around my tongue.
I wiggled it inside, teasing the contracting walls, then brushed up and down like furrowing soil.
"Mmmph! Mmmph!"
Tears streamed from Han Chae-ah's eyes.
Her face twisted like she couldn't even breathe from the intensity.
Wanting to scream, but unable to in this situation.
The fear that someone outside might hear was driving her insane.
I pulled my mouth away briefly, lips gleaming with saliva.
"Chae-ah, your pussy tastes so good."
"Hnnng... hngh..."
"Remember this taste well. Every time you sit at a desk to study from now on, you'll think of my tongue playing with you."
I thrust my tongue back between her spread legs.
This time, I wouldn't stop until she came.