Crossing the Line
⊳ Baek Jaeseong
There was no way I could fall asleep pressed this tight against a beauty like Jisu. I'd never had her — not even once. Being this close made it obvious: she was a virgin. The scent of it was pouring off her.
Jisu couldn't sleep either. Anyone who could doze off peacefully in a situation like this would be the real freak. Even Jisu the Voyeur apparently had her limits.
"Hnnn... Hey... Oppa, are you asleep?"
Jisu spoke up. I kept my eyes closed and didn't respond. She'd probably opened her mouth because of the hand stroking her stomach. I kept caressing her belly, making the motion as sleep-like as I could.
"Mmph... mmph..."
"Are you sleeping?"
After calling out a couple of times with no answer, Jisu finally gave up. If she really hated it, she could have shaken me awake for real — she just didn't want to. Was she letting it slide because it was only her stomach?
For a normal woman, even this would have been textbook sexual harassment. But Jisu's sexual threshold had dropped from watching me have sex, so she tried to just go to sleep. Of course I wasn't about to leave it at that.
When rubbing her stomach got no reaction, I grew bolder. I slipped my hand under her clothes. Warm skin. The moment my fingers made direct contact, Jisu jolted.
"O-Oppa!"
I kept pretending to sleep as I fondled her belly. Jisu mumbled in a flustered voice.
"If you touch me there... Ahh! That hard thing against my ass is definitely your... that, right...?"
That's exactly what it was. I was hard because of Jisu. And Jisu was going to take responsibility for that. I subtly rolled my hips, grinding my cock into the cleft of her ass. The sleep-talking act limited how much I could move, but I made the most of it.
"Hnnn... I never thought it'd turn out like this... in a place like this... This is a dungeon..."
A dungeon is a place where you have to be careful even taking a piss. But I'd already had sex in a dungeon. And where we were now was as safe as a Safe Area. I'd already decided I was going to cross the line with Jisu tonight.
Her skin was incredibly soft. Downy and smooth like a baby's, which made her youth unmistakable. My other women didn't have old skin, but Jisu was in a league of her own. She felt incredible to touch.
Her hair drifted down to the tip of my nose. I deliberately chewed on it, slow and idle.
"Uuuu... This position is so embarrassing..."
Jisu, lying on top of me, tried to shift, but I pinned her side with my arm and kept teasing her stomach. At first I moved sluggishly, like a sleep-talker, but I was starting to pick up steam. My fingers grew more active, toying with her belly.
Jisu tried to struggle, then stopped. We were lying on a precarious rock ledge on a cliff. A careless movement meant death. She'd clearly realized that.
"Ugh... Oppa. Your hand is touching my stomach. We shouldn't... You already have so many girlfriends."
You'll be one of them too. The words rose all the way to my throat. I decided to get even bolder.
I pushed my hand lower. Jisu grabbed it.
"Not there... You can't go there, Oppa!"
It was loud enough to wake even a deep sleeper. I ignored it, still playing dead. Her arm — the one that still hadn't fully healed from the fracture — had no strength to stop me. My hand made a bloodless entry all the way to her crotch. I mumbled like I was sleep-talking.
"Mmph... Yeonji... Sujin..."
"I'm not Yeonji unnie! I'm not Sujin unnie either! Oppaaa~!"
I felt her panties. Something was off. The fabric coverage was absurdly small. What was this? It felt like I was grabbing a string, not underwear.
No way...
I focused every bit of sensation in my fingertips to identify what I was holding. This was definitely a thong. I gave it a little tug. The harassment had now reached a level no courtroom on earth could excuse — but I was past caring.
"Mnhhht!"
The thin strip of the thong sank between her outer lips. Her thighs clamped shut like a clamshell, crushing my hand.
She's sluttier than I thought. Then again, I'd seen the signs ever since she started peeping on my sex.
"Nnhhh~! No... He found out I'm wearing slutty underwear... I only wore it because my horoscope said to..."
Horoscope? Apparently Jisu believed in the tarot and fortune-telling they peddled on TV and in newspapers. She'd worn the thong on that kind of advice.
It wasn't strange for a Dungeon Hunter to be superstitious. People who bet their lives for a living tend to be extremely sensitive about luck. And the con artists who prey on that are as numerous as grains of sand on a beach.
But what kind of lunatic fortune-teller tells someone that wearing a thong will bring good luck? I wanted to give that person an award.
"I was just following the advice that being bold brings good luck... Mnhhht!"
Jisu moaned and spilled everything I'd been curious about. Follow boldness and fortune will follow.
Nice words. But the fact that Jisu had interpreted "boldness" as "wear a thong" was impressive in its own right. She was a slut down to her bones. Per the constitutionally mandated duty of education, she was going to need some sex ed from me.
"Hiiit! Oppa! That's... eeeh! My precious..."
"Mmph... Sujin... Feels good when I touch your clit, right?"
I was completely off the rails now. Anyone with even three seconds of clear thought would have figured out my act was suspicious. But Jisu didn't have those three seconds — because I was tormenting her weak spot.
Her clit was fairly large. About the size of a pinky nail. Roughly a centimeter. That alone told me Jisu was a sexual prodigy. I tapped it with a fingernail, teasing it, then gave it a light pinch.
"Mnhhhhht!"
Jisu thrashed hard. If I hadn't been paying attention, we both would have gone over the cliff. By now it wouldn't have been strange for her to realize I was awake, but the pleasure wrapping around her body apparently made that impossible. Fine by me.
I'd washed my hands thoroughly with the water Sujin had given me earlier. My fingers explored Jisu's pussy without hesitation. I couldn't see it — I had to map it by touch alone — but from sensation alone I could draw a vivid diagram of her cunt.
The flesh was so soft it felt like expensive silk. The cleft of her outer lips was small and straight. The inner lips on the right seemed slightly larger, but not by much — you'd barely notice looking at them. She wasn't particularly wet, but she wasn't dry either. I'd last taken Lina, so by comparison it felt like less.
My idle left hand went to work on her upper half. Pussy in one hand, tits in the other. The most basic formula for caressing a woman. The discovery of this formula was probably greater than the Pythagorean theorem. The Pythagorean theorem is a modest little foundation for geometry, but my Pussy-Fondling Theorem is a monumental principle for conquering the female heart — a thing more complex than the depths of the ocean.
"Ahhhn...! Now my chest too... It's over... This perverted oppa must think I'm one of the other unnies...!"
I might be a pervert, but was I as much of one as Jisu? I rolled her nipple gently.
Her areola was pebbled and fairly large. The nipple itself jutted out like a mountain peak. Every time I circled it, a sweet little moan spilled out — and interestingly, the moan was different depending on whether I turned it left or right.
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
Enough juices to explore with had soaked my fingers. The Power of Sex really was incredible. It could put a woman in heat even in a situation like this. Of course, Jisu being a natural slut gave the ability extra bounce.
Her thong was soaked through with pussy juice. It had absolutely zero function as a barrier, so it let my fingers through without resistance. I gently teased the entrance of her pussy.
"Nngh! No. At this rate I'm going to get fucked by Oppa's sleep-talking. My precious virginity..."
Her assessment was perfectly correct. I pulled the hand that had been teasing her nipple away. Not to give her a rest. I used that hand to tear my pants open. Having Jisu on top of me made taking them off inconvenient, so I just ripped them. I had spare clothes in the backpack anyway.
"O... Oppa!?"
That was when Jisu finally realized I was awake. I laughed in a low voice.
"Oppa! What is this all of a sudden? Why are you... me..."
"All of a sudden? That's hurtful. You've been peeping on me having sex for a long time now. I figured that meant you were interested in me too."
"Whaaat!? You knew?"
"You were peeping with those burning eyes, pussy juice dripping down your legs. How could I not know? I even know you secretly masturbate every morning and then wash the panties and the sheets."
"Kyaaak!"
Jisu whipped her head from side to side, eyes squeezed shut. She looked like a high schooler whose middle-school dark history had just been exposed. It was an expression so sweet I wanted to torment her more.
"If you knew, you should have said something!"
"Did I really need to? Anyway, you're interested in me, aren't you? You peeped because you wanted to have sex with me."
"That's not it! It was just normal curiosity... Girls my age all have that kind of curiosity, you know."
Guys, sure. I wouldn't know about girls. Everyone knows a healthy guy in his early twenties is sex-crazed. Did Jisu have a libido to match a man's?
"Look at this sticky pussy juice. Could you gush like this if you weren't interested in me?"
Squelch.
I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and showed them to her. Her juices stretched from my fingers like spider silk. A filthy, one-hundred-percent lewd pussy juice, soaked in a dirty scent. Juice like this doesn't come out in a rape situation. Of course, with my Power of Sex, that was a different story.
"This is... just a physiological reaction."
"Puhaha. A woman's body isn't as simple as a man's. If your mind isn't into it, you don't produce cunt juice this pure. You've had a similar experience, haven't you? Failing at masturbation because you couldn't get into it emotionally."
"I have, but..."
She actually has. I'd just been running my mouth, so I was surprised she agreed. Failing at masturbation. From a guy's perspective, that was a little hard to understand. You can fail at jerking off?
"This cunt juice is that. Your body's consent. It means your pussy is ready to take my cock."
"What kind of twisted logic is that!?"
"Want me to ask your pussy again? O great and mighty Jisu-pussy! May I take your virginity!?"
I said that and pumped my fingers into her pussy. Naturally I didn't touch the hymen. If Jisu's pussy could talk, it would have said Go ahead.
"Euhang~! What is that!"
"Listen to that wet squelching. That's a hundred percent yes."
Jisu couldn't deny it. She knew it herself — the way her pussy pulsed hotly in time with my fingers.
"Did you... really take the other unnies like this too?"
"The context was similar, but the details were different. We're Dungeon Hunters. Chasing pleasure isn't a sin."
Dungeon Hunters who live with death at their side are mostly hedonists. Of course, plenty aren't. I had insurance against death and I was still a hedonist. If you don't live life for enjoyment, what's the point of living at all?
"Nnh... I knew it. Oppa, you were a dangerous person. Maybe even more than the Ecster Clan."
"But you chose me, didn't you? Maybe your body has wanted me since then."
"Maybe... I felt this weird attraction to you. Isn't that strange? When you're such a pervert."
Not strange at all. Jisu's body knew exactly how to get itself pleasure.