Chapter 183
He's seriously not planning on letting me sleep tonight... right? No matter how I look at it, this has to be him gearing up to pounce. Otherwise, why would he suddenly start trimming his nails right in front of me?
His hands have always been one of my favorite parts of his body—they're perfect in every way, exactly my type. I make excuses all the time just to get a close-up look. And no matter when I see them, his nails are always impeccably neat. They're so pretty, I'd love to do some nail art on them if he'd let me.
But doing it right here, right in front of me? I clutched the blanket tighter, but this wasn't going to cut it. I bolted out of bed and headed straight for my one and only savior, walking as briskly as I could.
In our spacious newlywed home—way too big for just two people—there's only one friend who can protect me.
"Shabu...?"
He's probably up in the attic where he always hangs out, so I called his name as I climbed the stairs.
Patter-patter. Shabu poked his head out at the top of the stairs, staring at me with those big eyes.
...He's always so cute, but cats really do grow up fast. We didn't get him as a tiny kitten since he's from the shelter, but he's definitely starting to show that majestic Norwegian Forest vibe.
"Shabu... Baek Sion's bullying me..."
-Nya.
Was that him saying he'd protect me? He plopped his front paw right into my hand. I scooped him up carefully and headed back down to the first floor.
God, why is he so chill? When we got back to the bedroom, Baek Sion had finished drying his hair and turned to look at me.
This time, I didn't look away. He tilted his head slightly, one eyebrow raised.
"What?"
What do you mean, what? He's the one making me feel like I'm overreacting. I sighed and slowly settled onto the bed.
He set down the hairdryer and approached. I panicked for a second, but I regained my composure. As long as I have Shabu, I'm safe.
Showing weakness would just make him want to devour me more, probably. Sure, part of me wanted to be forced into it a little... but now that it was actually happening so suddenly, I couldn't help feeling anxious about what was coming.
He's been gentler in bed lately, but once his switch flips, I know he gets that sadistic side. And we'd already hit our daily average today—plus that heart-pounding date earlier. If he forced it now, I'd really lose my mind...
I saw him climbing onto the other side of the bed, so I placed Shabu right in the middle and scooted back just a tiny bit.
"......"
"...W-what..."
He gave me a weird smile and started petting Shabu slowly.
"...Shabu, come here. That guy's a bad guy..."
I tried talking to Shabu, who was lying contentedly under Baek Sion's hand, but he just glanced at me and stayed put.
...Baek Sion is really good at petting him, though...
And Baek Sion wasn't stopping there.
"Shabu, wanna go get a treat?"
"No, it's bedtime..."
-Nyaaooow!
He infused his words with a bit of mana, and Shabu instantly leaped into his arms, reacting to the treat.
...Using churu to lure him is cheating, isn't it?
Before I could even protest, Baek Sion scooped up Shabu and left the bedroom. He came back a moment later with a satisfied smirk—alone, of course.
Even closing the door, something that never fazed me before, started ramping up my anxiety.
"Churu must be pretty tasty, huh? Maybe I should make some homemade treats next time."
"...Y-yeah, you could do that...?"
He seemed so relaxed, just like always. I tried to play it cool and not show my nerves, responding casually, but he just smiled and climbed onto the bed like it was nothing.
"...Ah, Shabu's food!"
"Shabu takes care of his own meals."
...Right. There's an auto-feeder in the attic, and he portions out extra when he's hungry anyway. Cats being too smart is a problem sometimes.
"...I-I have school tomorrow..."
"Tomorrow's Saturday."
...No more escape routes? It felt like he'd caught on to how flustered I was...
While I was spiraling, he'd already turned off the main lights, leaving only the mood lighting on above the bed. The room darkened, and a sultry vibe filled the air. I snatched the pillow by my head in a panic, holding it up like a shield—pointed straight at him, of course.
"...Y-you're really misunderstanding. I'm not unsatisfied or anything...?"
"I know."
He said it so casually, without a second thought, which kinda pissed me off... but I couldn't argue. He always leaves me satisfied; that's just a fact.
"...It's almost midnight... Aren't you sleepy?"
"A little."
A little sleepy, my ass—his eyes weren't drooping at all. With no choice, I lay down, still uneasy, turning my back to him. I hugged the pillow tight and pulled the blanket all the way over me.
Thankfully, instead of climbing on top, he just lay down in his spot.
...What? Was he actually sleepy? Was that all just to scare me...?
After a good long while with no movement from his side, my tension started to ease—right when one thought hit me.
Every horror movie does this: right before the jump scare, they lull you into a false sense of security with a quiet moment...
And that's when it happened.
"Eep!?"
His hand started stroking my waist over my clothes, then slipped under my t-shirt to touch bare skin in an instant. And before I could say a word, it slid lower—to my ass.
Unlike usual, there was real strength in his grip this time. Normally it's just a light graze, but now he's straight-up kneading...
"Hngh! ...Hey, bedtime... Eek!?"
My sleep shorts are always these thin dolphin pants, so his touch feels way too direct. I reached back to grab his wrist, but it backfired.
"...Let go, quick! ...Hah!?"
With my arm extended back, he grabbed my wrist instead. I couldn't even turn over. Somehow the blanket had vanished far away.
Now his slimy touch was on my nape too, on top of the ass-grabbing. He was sucking lightly at my neck, but the stimulation hit me hard.
"Hik! ...Y-you said you were sleepy...! Ngh, haa!..."
"You believed that?"
He said he was sleepy himself, the nerve! He even laughed outright from behind me—not his usual sweet chuckle, but that sly, mocking one he uses when teasing me.
I love Baek Sion, but that laugh always boils my blood. And right now was no different.
Except my head was spinning from the nonstop pleasure, twisting that anger into something else. Unlike my usual frustration, this time it amplified the pleasure.
I've been expecting him to pounce since earlier, so of course I'm already worked up...
But right now, while it's still just foreplay, this is my last chance to resist.
"Hnn, ngh! ...I really am satisfied, ah! ...you know..."
"Yeah?"
I meant it from the bottom of my heart, but he didn't care. The hand kneading my ass dove straight into my shorts.
"You're insane... Ahhhn!?"
As if to say then what's this, he relentlessly fingered me over my thin panties without a word.
Squelch. The wet sound was unmistakable—anyone could hear how soaked I was. Humiliation crashed over me; I couldn't hold out anymore.
I hadn't been fingered much lately, so I'd underestimated it. But really, I should've known better—my body's the weak one. Why does just rubbing feel this good...?
"Nghk!? ...Bed... h-haa...?"
I gripped the cushion hard, trying to distract from the pleasure, but there's a limit. My hips weren't listening to me anymore.
With my arms pinned back, I couldn't turn. His hand didn't stop, and he intermittently teased my neck and shoulders with his mouth. Then he shifted slightly, and a soft sensation hit my earlobe.
It's hard enough down there—touch my ears and I'm done...
"I'm really gonna... ngh!? ...Haa!?"
Coming this fast would be a disaster, so I forced out a sound. Suddenly, the ear stimulation stopped.
"I'm not letting you sleep tonight anyway."
"Ngh!? Haa♡!? ...Ngh♡!..."
His tongue plunged into my ear, blurring my vision as the pent-up pleasure exploded from my lower belly.
"Haaangh! ...Ah, haa... haaa..."
I glanced at Yoo Seol-ah's profile as she caught her breath. Her eyes were already unfocused.
I'd planned to go all night without stopping, but I instinctively pulled my fingers away. Ignoring the clear fluid coating them for now.
...Seol-ah, why are you so easy? She's always been sensitive, but I didn't expect this before we even really got started.
She rides the mood well, so yeah, I switched up my tone on purpose—to make her feel embarrassed.
I'm not letting you sleep tonight. It was awkward even for me to say, but it didn't kill the vibe.
She rides it too well, though... The pleasure itself was probably weaker than usual, but maybe the whole "being forced" scenario amped it up for her?
She's super prone to embarrassment, and the more embarrassed she gets, the better she feels. It's like absorbing succubus magic was her destiny.
Of course, no matter her state tonight, I wasn't planning on going easy.
Which man could hold back after hearing you can't do more tonight?