Chapter 42
Just me, right? I'd always thought Yoo Seol-ah was pretty easy to read in general. And her body was even more honest. Not just because she was incredibly sensitive to begin with, but I could tell exactly how much she was feeling and when she was about to come from her outward reactions alone. On top of that, every time she got close, she'd put up a little resistance out of embarrassment at being on the receiving end—it was adorable and only stoked my lust even more. Her voice grew huskier with each climax, and though she probably didn't realize it, the way her hips kept thrusting forward involuntarily was especially erotic.
Of course, my cock had been rock-hard for ages. But then, at the most unexpected moment, she planted a quick kiss on me and cooed in that sweet, cajoling tone, telling me to get over my anger. I couldn't help but freeze. I knew she loved kissing, but this was the first time she'd deliberately gone all sugary on me when she wasn't even lost in the heat of it. And offering to do whatever I wanted? The massive gap from her usual prickly self hit me like a critical strike.
Truth be told, her hip movements had already teased me ambiguously at dawn, so my cock was dying to unload the backed-up cum. With this wish-granting coupon on top, it felt like the perfect opportunity. I released her hands, letting her slump back down.
"Hoot..."
Our height difference already had me looking down at her, but now her eye level lined up perfectly with my crotch, igniting a fierce surge of conquest. She seemed to catch on, hesitating before slowly parting her lips. But the words that came out left me dumbfounded, overriding even my arousal.
This girl, seriously—what did she mean "put it all in"? She was turning me into some guy demanding a deepthroat on just our second time. Sure, her fantasies probably went even harder, but those were just delusions. Deepthroating wasn't easy, and I had zero intention of forcing her without prep. It was so quintessentially Yoo Seol-ah, having devoured way too much doujinshi for all tastes.
It was ridiculous enough that, combined with my acting fatigue from faking anger, I just admitted most of it was a performance. Her reaction was immediate—she started trembling hard. Her flushed face screamed fury as she tried to push up, but her legs still wouldn't cooperate. In the end, she just pouted and glared at me.
"...So what the hell was that dodge earlier?"
"Why'd I suddenly get good? You're just too sensitive."
"That's not all!... Don't tell me you're seeing someone else..."
"No, absolutely not."
I'd skipped that to avoid skyrocketing her shame levels, but if she kept prying out of worry, what choice did I have? Why on earth would she think I'd meet anyone else? Even ignoring looks, we had history.
I explained roughly, and as expected, her face burned even redder.
"N-No way I'd mess up like that..."
"...Why do you love being tied up so much? With clothes, handcuffs..."
"Eek!..."
"And what about a white shirt and tie? You'd look perfect..."
"Stop, I get it! I get it, okay?!"
I nearly piled on more, but I'd just get hit harder for it. She hung her head with a sigh, then sneaked a glance at my crotch before looking up.
"...But then put some clothes back on...?"
My cock was still blatantly asserting itself. But she seemed to be misunderstanding something.
"Why?"
"What do you mean why... You said you're not mad."
"I'm not mad, but that doesn't mean I'm not pissed."
"What's that supposed to mean...? Aren't those the same?"
They weren't. It wasn't worth real anger, but I still needed payback for what she'd done.
"Different. You have no idea how brutal sleep deprivation is."
"That's—!"
"Yoo Seol-ah. You said you'd do what I want with your mouth."
I emphasized mouth and stepped half a pace closer. Now, one twitch and my cock would brush her face. She looked up with a mix of panic and defiance.
I wasn't the type to demand a deepthroat on try two, pervert that she was. But her tastes weren't exactly vanilla either. I'd dropped the act partly because it was tiring, but also because I wanted to see that rebellious glare again. More precisely, I craved her sucking me off while shooting daggers my way.
"You're not even really mad... Why should I?"
"Don't want to? Fine, let's pick up where we left off."
"Eeek!..."
The magic lasted about eight hours, so she'd better brace for it. She bit her lip and glared, but made no further move. She knew she'd messed up, and holding back more pleasure was impossible now. Was this how it felt to blackmail a heroine with a shady sex tape? That resentful-yet-helpless expression drove my conquest wild.
"......Fine. I'll do it..."
I inwardly cheered and stared down silently as she made an out-of-left-field demand.
"...But first, one thing."
"What?"
"Waxing. It'll get in the way for a blowjob..."
I hadn't thought of that, but yeah, from her angle. I'd heard guys look even bigger post-wax. I didn't care, but now?
"Here?"
"...I can do it."
Wasn't waxing a pro skill? How did she know so much?
"You sure?"
"......I do it myself. Stop asking."
"...Ah, that explains it."
Her whole body was baby-smooth. I'd loved it, though.
"Why, don't you like it clean too?"
"...I do."
"Waxing's my preference anyway... So you do it too."
"How?"
"...Help me up first."
Legs still jelly? I pulled her up by one hand, and she rummaged in the shoe cabinet drawer, pulling out some containers.
"We use this—semi-permanent if you want."
"Which is better?"
She paused at my question, blushing faintly.
"...You'll only meet me, right?"
"No need to ask..."
She was being so cute I struggled not to grin, keeping my tone casual.
"Answer properly...!"
"Never anyone but you."
"...Then semi-permanent. Only I'll see it anyway."
"Sure."
The topic was waxing, but it sounded like some touching vow. Of course, I'd only have eyes for her forever.
"I'll lay down a mat—head to the living room."
They say men cry three times in life—maybe once is during waxing?
"Krrgh... You said it doesn't hurt much!... No anesthetic needed..."
"Yeah, it does hurt. I was a bit petty about it. Now for the gel."
I knew the basics of waxing, but hers was wildly different—super speedy too. Like a machine. She trimmed with magic, warmed the cream magically, handled every step that way except applying it by hand. No wonder she seemed so pro.
When she pinned my cock down with gloved hands and magically tidied the hair, chills ran down my spine. I trusted her control, but that scraping sound near my junk was peak male terror.
For ripping, she chanted some long spell, and the whole area peeled off at once. I'd stayed still expecting minimal pain, but it topped every agony I'd endured—worse than that spear to the gut once. At least I wouldn't suffer it twice.
She ditched the gloves, slathered green gel from a tub, and soothed the waxed skin.
"-------."
Another spell. It felt familiar, and my already stiff cock surged harder.
"...What was that?"
"......Regen magic for quick healing... mixed with stuff. But the area's sensitive, so. Not on purpose—don't misunderstand."
The stinging skin calmed fast; magic must've affected it there. Felt just like that first time she jumped me, magic-forced endless erection. Similar principle?
Plus the gel's cool tingle.
"Does it hurt a lot...?"
"Not that bad now."
Her cautious, gentle strokes as she spread the gel, checking my reactions, were insanely arousing. Atoning for lying about the pain? Nah, too painful to let slide.
Her slick hands grazing my cock made me twitch naturally. No such thoughts during the rip, but lust boiled up again.
"Done. A few laser sessions later for semi-permanent."
"Where do we get lasers...?"
"From me, obviously. I've done myself—don't worry."
Made sense from the laser-cannon girl. Skin recovered shockingly fast. No hair meant it looked brutally huge.
Anyway, waxing done.
"All set? Time for your end."
"...Shops charge a fortune for this. I'm faster and do aftercare."
"You wanted this for your tastes. I've waited longer. A deal's a deal."
"......"
She'd suggested it, now dodging slyly. I stood, stepped forward. Aroused from her touches, I brushed my cock against her soft cheek—lust-fueled revenge for the lie. Incredibly smooth. Her reaction, though?
"Eek!?... What the—! You told me to cut the hard stuff... You're insane!"
"Guilty. After you ambushed me at dawn when I'd been holding back since yesterday."
Post-return, my libido was nonstop—no fap-free days. Two days' worth piled up from yesterday's fun.
"Haa......"
Glare all you want—the outcome was set.