Chapter 184
My head isn't working right... My blurred vision finally sharpened a bit, and I tried to pull myself together. My attention zeroed in on my wrists, still gripped tight. Even half-folded behind me, Baek Sion was being careful—they didn't hurt at all—but it didn't look like he'd let go anytime soon...
Having my arms pinned back meant I couldn't see his face, which was a little scary. I tried twisting my body just a fraction to peek, but all that did was remind me why they twist arms like this during a takedown.
"Hngh... haah..."
My breathing was still coming in ragged bursts, which wasn't helping me think straight either. At least he wasn't stimulating me right now... That was the silver lining. But hearing him say for the first time ever that he wouldn't let me sleep tonight filled me more with dread than relief.
What the hell was I supposed to do to escape this?
"Why are you cumming so fast?"
Before I could even brainstorm escape plans, Baek Sion's smug voice purred right in my ear. His tone and words poked exactly at the spots responsible for human shame. I knew he had a talent for pissing people off on the regular, but right now? It was boiling my blood.
I gritted my teeth and shot back.
"Haah... I've never cum that qui—ngh?!"
Of course he'd grope my breast hard right when I was trying to talk... My words cut off mid-sentence. Normally, cupping the whole thing doesn't hit too hard, but this wasn't his usual gentle stroking. It was rough, unyielding... My breasts were sensitive to begin with, and kneading them like this should hurt, but whatever succubus magic was at play, no pain came—just pure pleasure.
"...Hngh! J-just let go of these first...!"
"Which ones?"
"Both!..."
He knew damn well, but he asked anyway, driving me insane. Still, with my chest and arms clamped down, staying calm was impossible—I had to play along. Not that I expected him to actually release me, but surprisingly, he let go of my wrists, which he'd been holding so tight.
The problem? I'd been straining to turn my body straight, so the second he released them, I spun right around.
"Ack."
Thank god the bed was top-tier luxury—super soft, no pain. But letting out such a weird noise from his little trick? Mortifying.
I glared at him, full of grievance, but Baek Sion wasn't even trying to hide his laugh.
"......"
"You told me to let go, so I did."
...I'm seriously fucked today. He picks the most infuriating lines, and the worst part? Even pissed off, I couldn't do shit about it. No—if anything, my body was drowning in pleasure from his infuriating teasing, which was driving him wild too. Or so I hoped.
My hand still clutched that NO pillow—he'd gripped it so hard earlier. I slapped it over my chest for cover. His touch still lingered, making it feel weird.
"Hey, doesn't this say anything to you?"
I pointed at the "NO" on the pillow, but Baek Sion's expression didn't change a bit.
"If it's the Yoo Seol-ah I know, you'd pick this side on purpose..."
"What?!..."
I yelped louder than intended, too flustered. Okay, maybe the thought crossed my mind, but my boundaries are boundaries. I'd put NO out tonight because I had a bad feeling. Sexual desire and fantasies are separate, right...?
But Baek Sion shifted slowly, propping himself up a little and sliding right next to me.
"Say something that makes sense, hngh... ngh?!"
I slapped a hand over my mouth too late—the moan had already escaped, shame flooding my whole body. Dolphin pants and panties—double layer—but the second his fingertips pressed firmly at my entrance, holding it down, stifling my voice was impossible.
Second time now. He was definitely doing it to cut me off. But unfortunately, my body wasn't backing up my words at all. If anything, it was undermining them.
"You little—mmph!? Mmph... nngh...!"
He didn't even let me finish this time. Our faces were so close that his tongue invaded my mouth in an instant. Kissing Baek Sion always made my hips go slack on reflex, but this kiss was... different.
Why was he so much better at this than usual...? Was he just matching my pace before...?
But with him ravaging my palate and under my tongue, coherent thoughts evaporated.
"Mmph... hngh!? P-haah..."
This kiss dragged way longer than usual—I could barely catch my breath. When he finally released me, I gasped for air, only to feel a cool rush from below.
"Hik!... When..."
Dolphin pants and my usual white panties were both bunched around my thighs—no more cover for my lower abdomen. It had to be soaked right now... I felt his gaze lock there, so I shot a hand down to hide it, but he snatched my wrist midway, already onto me. Then he grabbed the other, yanking up my top.
Not fully off, though—he knotted the T-shirt midway like makeshift handcuffs, leaving my arms pinned overhead, immobile.
...Why does Baek Sion love tying hands so damn much...?
Upper and lower body fully exposed—armpits too. He'd unclasped my bra with expert ease and was now eyeing every inch. I'd crossed the shame threshold ages ago.
"Ngh?! B-black, wait a sec..."
No matter how embarrassed, the helplessness hit hard, intensifying the shiver in my lower belly. Then his fingertip tapped my entrance.
"Haa... ah?!"
It was so wet the lewd squelch echoed, pleasure scrambling my brain. But compared to his cock, fingers were smaller—maybe I could endure...?
His finger slid inside slowly, and I immediately scrapped that idea.
"N-haa!? Hngh... ha, aaang..."
Just one finger, and his were slim for a guy, but the foreign fullness and pleasure were unbearable. Dolphin pants only down to my thighs meant my legs were clamped tight, squeezing him harder than usual against my will. And since it had been so long, I rediscovered the most dangerous thing about fingers.
"Hik?! N-not there, sto—aaang, haaa?!"
G-spot's tricky to hit without the right angle, but Baek Sion curled his finger from the start, zeroing in precisely. My hips bucked into the air naturally, but he just toyed with it like a pro.
I can't hold out... This wasn't syncing for mutual pleasure—he was prioritizing making me shatter.
Vision gone hazy, I couldn't see his face, but imagining his expression only amplified it. No matter how I arched back to escape his tapping or pressing finger, he stayed ruthless, force-feeding relentless pleasure to deny me any control. My body hit the brink way faster than expected.
A minute? Hell if I know. My brain was melting; normal senses were fried.
"Too fas—hngh! N-haaang?! P-please... ugh!? S-stop, pleeee—ugh, ngh!"
I was seconds from cumming, but this Baek Sion? He'd probably keep going even then. Luckily, begging with "please"—which I never say—worked; he finally stopped his finger.
Still buried inside, which was unsettling, but...
"Hic, haah... ngh! Haa..."
"Don't wanna cum?"
"N-haa... If I cum now, I'll seriously go crazy, ugh! B-break... hngh..."
I wanted to tell him to pull out first, but I couldn't string a full sentence. Mercifully, through my blurry vision, I saw him nod.
"Got it."
...I really thought I was done for...
"I'll make sure you don't cum."
"...? What, ugh♡?!"
Suddenly, his other hand pressed firm on my lower abdomen, unleashing a bizarre pleasure I'd never felt—and with it, the sensation of losing control over my body. But I could still move...?
What did he do...?
"What was that...?"
"You'll see if you wait."
With that, he resumed fingering. No real break, so climax should've hit instantly, and amid the brain-melting bliss, I grasped his words.
"Ugh!? Ngh, haa?!"
Why... can't I cum even though...?