Chapter 41
It'd take a bit of mental preparation to take it all the way in...! With both hands hooked on my vest and lifted above my head, the position was extremely embarrassing. Sure, I still had my dress shirt on, but it was so thin, and this pose fully exposed my chest and underarms. Especially humiliating was the utter helplessness—no way to block whatever Baek Sion decided to do to me next. It stabbed at my heart like a needle.
Already twice, and way too fast. Just a light touch now might make my head go blank, so I tried begging him to let go of my hands, but his response was ice-cold.
"You were so worked up you cast an experimental spell on me without a second thought, and now you want me to let you go?"
"Hngh!..."
Baek Sion had always been a bit flighty, but that was about his tone and vibe—he wasn't the type to toss around even light swears. Maybe that's why that short word, in heat, dug even deeper into my mind.
I definitely wasn't in my right mind back then. I'd pushed magic on him even when he was shoving me away saying we couldn't do it at someone else's place, then came alone without even dispelling it. He probably couldn't sleep because of me.
...Come to think of it, it's weirder that he isn't mad.
A moment later, that strange pleasure hit the nape of my neck again.
"Haaah...! Nngh... Really, that's too muuuch...!"
Seeing Baek Sion actually pissed off was a little scary, and my body—way more sensitive in this situation—was downright treacherous. Sure, I can't say I hadn't fantasized about him angrily pinning me down... but that was just sex fantasy stuff.
We'd barely started, yet I'd climaxed twice already from sheer sensitivity. And now, teetering on the edge again, but he showed no sign of stopping. I was seriously worried my brain might break.
Lost in the haze of pleasure, I heard the faint pop, pop of my shirt buttons coming undone from the top.
...What underwear did I even put on today? My head wasn't spinning right; I couldn't recall clearly. Something cute to match my outfit, I think... Wait, I remember washing this bra and panty set last night, so yeah. Racking my foggy brain, it finally hit me.
But that set was not something he should see right now...!
"Wait a sec—!"
Too late. This was Baek Sion, the guy who wielded daggers like magic tricks. His dexterous fingers made quick work of the buttons; by the time I spoke, my bra was already on full display.
He froze, eyes locked on my chest, clearly caught off guard. Then he tilted his head up to meet my gaze.
"......"
"Eek!..."
His eyes held not just curiosity, but raw lust. I had to look away. Because the lingerie set I had on... was cat-themed.
The bra even had a cat-face cutout right in the center.
A sly, almost predatory smirk crossed his face as he spoke first.
"You said stop, but was this your plan from the start?"
"...It's a total misunderstanding... I didn't wear it to seduce you. It was just comfy, seriously! I swear!"
This wasn't an excuse—it was the truth. As someone obsessed with clothes, of course I geeked out over lingerie too. I'd browse cute, pretty sets as a hobby, and once, killing time online, this cat lingerie caught my eye.
Not some cheap cosplay knockoff, but from my go-to brand. I dove right into the site. It leaned more cute than outright sexy, perfect for my taste. Pricey, yeah, but the brand was solid, so I bought it on impulse.
Tried it on the second it arrived—gorgeous, sure, but insanely comfortable. Cushioned yet firm high-end fabric top to bottom. The bra was like a short camisole held by thin straps—no wires, no discomfort at all.
The downside? (If you could call it that.) It looked way lewder than I'd imagined. With my bust size, the deep cleavage peeking through that "cute" center hole was straight-up erotic—even to me.
If I think it's hot, what would a guy say?
"You really expect me to buy 'comfy' as an excuse?"
"It's true!..."
The problem? He'd seen it now, of all times. If I'd worn it to tempt him, fine—but this was genuinely my comfiest set, grabbed without a second thought. I'd never planned to fool around at someone else's house anyway.
"Just be honest about it."
"I'm not lying... Hnngh!?... Haaahng!..."
I meant it, but he squeezed my breast hard, like punishing a fib. The soft fabric transmitted every sensation perfectly. Guys wouldn't get how uncomfortable regular bras are, but still—this was unfair.
"Fine, even if it's true..."
His tone implied, then what's this? His long, slender fingers started tapping my nipples, poking obviously through the bra.
After tormenting me like that, he expected me not to be rock-hard? I wanted to snap at whatever bullshit this was, but a woman's most sensitive spots don't care about underwear—one flick and I was crumbling.
"Haangh!?... No... Not there... Haaahng!..."
My chest was sensitive enough already; targeting just the nipples pushed me over again. Light taps weren't enough—he raked his fingertips over them, then—somehow knowing exactly when—pinched hard right at the brink.
Another wave of ecstasy crashed in. I'd heard women get refractory periods too, but why was I getting more sensitive? The third peak nearly shattered my mind. My breathing hitched; I couldn't even voice it properly.
"Ngh♡!?... Haa... Ugh!... Ah♡!..."
My brain felt fried. Part of me wished I'd just pass out. Three times already, and he showed no mercy—in fact, the lingerie had him way more fired up than before, eyes gleaming with desire. I was genuinely scared I'd break.
If he were inside me, he'd pace himself for his own pleasure. But one-sided torment? No mercy at all.
This way, I'd lose it before his anger cooled. Time for a change of tactics.
As I caught my breath, I took a deep inhale and—smack—kissed his lips quick. Hands useless, huge height gap—I had to stand on tiptoes just to reach.
He paused, startled, face still stern. I forced out the cutest voice I could muster, sane or not.
"Hngh... I'm really sorry about earlier... Do whatever you want, just... cool off a bit?"
Better if I soothed him—mouth, tits, something where I wouldn't melt like this. His bulge strained his pants; he was pent up too. Swallowing massive shame, I added aegyo. No way he'd refuse.
If this failed, I was out of ideas.
Luckily, he released my chest. Then my vest. Legs gave out; I sank to the floor.
Now his swollen jeans-bulge was right in my face. Super aroused, he stripped them off fast. Moments later, his massive, throbbing cock bobbed inches from my eyes.
"Hoo...!"
Its shape, that musky scent—it blanked my mind. No words yet, but sitting me down like this? He wanted oral. Fellatio.
He was pissed like never before; his dick looked furious too. No way it'd fit halfway without deepthroating. Would that satisfy him enough?
I'd never even practiced, but I couldn't let it devolve into me cumming alone again. Testing, I slipped my hands free—no resistance.
Freedom was great, but that monstrous size? Deepthroating wouldn't be easy. Annoying too.
I hesitated, then opened my mouth.
"...T-To take it all in, I need a little mental prep... and maybe some other prep too...?"
Looking up pleadingly, his expression twisted oddly. Emotions flashed; his lips twitched, then he burst out laughing.
...Wasn't he mad?
"Haven't you watched too much hardcore stuff?"
"......?"
"I wasn't even that mad. Who demands deepthroat when they're pissed?"
Back to his usual teasing lilt. The chill was gone.
"...You weren't mad...?"
"You seemed to love it, so I played along?"
Not mad at all...? So I'd done aegyo for the first time, spun weird fantasies about throating him to appease his "anger"... all alone?
Embarrassment flooded in, worse than anything before.
"Wh-When did I say I liked it!?..."
My face burned like midsummer heat.