Chapter 67
...Wanna do it one more time?
"Ngh... Hah!?"...
Even with just sumata—rubbing against each other without penetration—the five days' worth of pent-up lust churning inside me made it impossible to stay composed. I'd already climaxed lightly once, so my body was burning up, and the problem was that Baek Sion wasn't just thrusting his hips.
One hand gripped my waist to hold me steady, while the other kneaded my breast softly over my t-shirt. The pleasure assaulting me from both sides was driving me insane. Even through the thin fabric layers on top and bottom, my heightened sensitivity—far beyond normal—rushed me toward orgasm at a breakneck pace. Maybe it was because the t-shirt and bra were so thin, letting my already swollen nipples poke through obscenely.
"Ah... S-stop that...!"
His fingertips teased just my nipples, scraping lightly, and I came again in a flash. My hips tried to buck into the air on their own, but his hand pressing down on my waist kept me pinned, amplifying every wave of ecstasy.
"Hiiyaan♡!?... Haaah♡!..."
The silver lining? He paused the stimulation whenever I climaxed. Without even those brief respites, I'd have blacked out for sure. The pleasure rattling my brain was that intense.
"Ngh... Haaa... Hnng..."
For a moment, my vision blurred completely, but as I gulped down air, it slowly cleared. Sion looked plenty aroused too, but guys probably didn't get as much friction from sumata—his climax seemed a ways off. It felt unfair that only I was suffering like this, and I wanted him to feel good too, so I hesitated a bit.
"Huuu..."
Deliberately seducing him felt mortifying, but I steeled myself. At this rate, I'd cum dozens of times easily. Gathering some strength, I pressed my legs together into a straight line, lifting them high and hooking one arm behind my knees to hold them in place. My flexibility was top-notch—no discomfort at all.
The outer parts brushing against me already felt amazing, but for a guy, he probably needed maximum wraparound contact. My thighs had a nice bit of plushness, so when pressed together, they squished and clung perfectly—and I knew he loved that.
"Haaa... You like thighs... right, perv...?"
"That's not a thigh fetish..."
He denied it, but his eyes were blazing. Clearly thrilled by the sight. Swallowing my shame, I parted the tightly pressed thighs just a bit with one hand. I couldn't muster any dirty talk past a certain point of embarrassment, but it seemed enough to rile him up.
"Hnnng!..."
"Ngh..."
As he slid his cock into the triangular gap formed by my thighs and mound, the outer friction reignited my pleasure. The added tightness made him groan too. He held my legs steady and started rocking his hips, and beyond the physical bliss, my mind spun wilder. My wetness made every slap of skin echo lewdly, and with his thrusts, the motion of his shaft trapped between my thighs was right in my line of sight—I couldn't look away.
"Haht!... Hnnghaa..."
Still, I was feeling it way more than him, and my mental arousal stacked the sensations higher with every thrust.
"Higuk!?... W-wait, just... Hyaaaan♡!..."
His own lust must've been building too—he gripped my legs tighter, pistoning faster. Before his first release, I'd already tumbled into several more orgasms alone. I lost count amid the sumata haze—my brain wasn't tracking.
"Hic... Haa... Ahng..."
My breathing was ragged, like I was on the verge of sobs. Sion's face showed he was nearing his limit too.
Moments later, his familiar hands yanked off my panties in a flash. He pushed my upright legs further forward.
"Eek!?... W-wait a sec...!"
Thanks to lifelong flexibility, they folded over effortlessly, halving my body. My ass lifted naturally, and he mounted me from above. My ankles hooked over his shoulders—I couldn't move anymore. I'd seen this position plenty: mating press, or whatever the exact name was.
As he gripped his base and aligned the tip with my entrance, shame and anxiety flooded me. He'd plunge so deep from this angle...
"N-nooo...!"
No response. I hated my heat-drunk dream self for begging to fill me up, but as he slammed down, all stray thoughts vanished in a strobing whiteout.
With sumata pushing me past endurance, I nudged Seol-ah's flexible legs aside—her pride and joy. Not standard missionary; this was pure downward crush. Her protests rang hollow against her lust-glazed eyes, shredding my last restraint. I pressed the tip to her clinging entrance and thrust down without hesitation.
Her tightness was always intense, but after so long, it gripped like a vice—prying it open to the hilt surged ejaculation straight to the forefront.
"Haguuut♡!?... Ngh!?... Haaaang♡!..."
She came instantly too, her walls milking me like they lived to wring out my seed. I couldn't hold back.
Spurt! Spluuurt! Splurt!
Five days' thick cum raced down my urethra, my hips bucking wildly to pin her ass harder. My head burned. The release dragged on, but my arousal didn't flag.
"Haaaut♡!?... Nnghaaang♡!..."
Feeling it flood her triggered her again—eyes unfocused despite facing me. Normally I'd pause, but after waiting so long? No stopping. I thrust down again, pistoning, and her cute moans shifted to husky gasps of overwhelmed ecstasy.
"Ngh!... Hnngut!... Aaang..."
So much from that first load—each pump squeezed excess out, slicking everything. Losing reason to instinct, I just kept pounding. Now she climaxed every few strokes. Climax building again, but she sensed it inside and shook her head.
"Hnnngut!?... If you cum inside again now... Nngut!... I'll seriously break...!"
Tongue lolling, yet her arms yanked my waist hard—trapping me deep. Her body betrayed her words so lewdly, cutely. I accelerated, prepping to unload.
"Haaaang♡!?... Higut♡!..."
We peaked together, collapsing in exhaustion, still joined, bodies pressed for ages.
How much time passed? Seol-ah's eyes refocused, tear-streaked face glaring.
"Baek Sion!... Seriously..."
"......"
She seemed pissed, but she'd loved it—over ten times, easy. Probably embarrassed by her disheveled state.
"...Isn't this what you wanted?"
Five days tested sanity, and she'd begged for it in her dream. No comeback—she blushed, smacking my waist playfully. Her legs and arms locked me in; no dodging. Not truly mad, so I kissed her. She widened her eyes in surprise, then melted into tongue-twining bliss. After ages, lips parting, she averted her gaze.
"...W-wanna do it one more time?"
"......"
...Knew she loved it. Three rounds straight was tough, but doable—thanks to those nuts I'd snacked on.
After three full rounds and showering together, it was past 10 PM. But the earlier nap killed any sleepiness.
"Wanna grab something to eat? Convenience store's fine."
"Yeah, let's head out."
Massive stamina drain plus skipped dinner had us both starving. I threw on my arrival clothes; Seol-ah opted light and casual. We stepped out, debating food options while waiting for the elevator.
It stopped one floor up. Doors opened—and all three inside, plus us, froze solid.
Seol-ah broke the silence first.
"...Hey, sis."
I'd figured we'd tell her eventually, but not right now.