What Happened When We Were Alone (2)
“…What?”
At Won-chul’s voice, Se-eun’s shoulders flinched, just a little. It might have been aversion. Or perhaps an instinctive signal of danger. Something about his low, clean voice sounded laced with a quiet dissonance.
“What do you mean… Ah, wait a second….”
As Won-chul’s large body closed in, Se-eun stepped half a pace back without meaning to. He stopped right in front of her face and made no effort to hide it as his gaze dropped to the valley of her breasts.
…He’s staring way too hard….
Then one finger rose.
“Nnh….”
The finger that slipped lightly into her bra only tapped her nipple a few times—yet the memory of how Won-chul had stubbornly, relentlessly teased those same nipples last time surged up all at once.
“Touching is allowed, right?”
“…”
Instead of answering, Se-eun clenched her ass and pressed her thighs together. In the atmosphere that had shifted so abruptly with his voice, the tingling between her legs was hard to endure without rubbing them somehow.
After fiddling with her nipple inside the bra a few more times as if toying with it, Won-chul’s finger pulled the cup down. Se-eun’s perky, perfectly shaped pink nipples stood exposed.
“Truly perfect. The shape of your breasts, the nipples too. Even the color is pink.”
“…Ah….”
“The sensitivity as well.”
Press—two fingers lightly crushed Se-eun’s nipples. She covered her mouth without thinking. What she felt from those fingers wasn’t only pain.
Nipple play wasn’t something Se-eun was used to. Minjae’s caresses, always so careful with her, had felt somewhere between a hug and a massage. Even those had grown firmer only after the invitation man with Won-chul, but Minjae had never done anything like crushing her nipples the way Won-chul did. Through his touch she had realized how sensitive hers were.
I was too embarrassed… I could never ask Minjae to do it….
As his hands kept pressing, tugging, and teasing her nipples, the strength was just about to leave her knees when—
“—St-stop, stop it….”
Se-eun planted her hands against Won-chul’s hard chest and pushed him away. She tried hard to erase the atmosphere he had filled the room with by forcing a question into the air.
“What you said about Minjae liking it more… what is that?”
Won-chul answered with a light shrug of his shoulders.
“It’s nothing much. Just tell Minjae everything that happened here today, exactly as it was.”
The corner of his mouth lifted slightly, but it didn’t feel like a smile.
“…Is that… all?”
Se-eun let out a quiet sigh of relief inside. She had been afraid he would talk about Minjae’s satisfaction and then demand something beyond the conditions.
“Yeah. Because that’s what Minjae would want.”
“…”
She still didn’t understand. Yet the outline of the reaction Minjae would show was beginning to take shape for her as well.
“What Minjae wants… is to feel jealousy, to get restless… something like that?”
“Ah, now it’s my turn.”
“…What? Mmph!”
Won-chul seized Se-eun’s waist and yanked her hard against him. His lips found the nape of her neck; a strong hand clamped firmly at the border of her ass and waist—but the first thing she felt was—
—Hnn!
Won-chul’s cock, the one she had already experienced once, pressing against her crotch. The hardness that had risen so thickly the color of her panties was fading pressed firmly into her lower belly just like that.
The first orgasm sex where she had literally gone crazy with Won-chul. That cock which had ravished her in front of Minjae with nothing more than missionary—just having it touch her now left Se-eun unable to move. In the opening, Won-chul stripped off her bra and kneaded her breasts more blatantly, as if savoring them.
“How often do the two of you have sex?”
His voice rang in her ear. At the low tone leaking from that cavernous throat, Se-eun’s head tilted back slightly of its own accord.
“Hah… Often… These days, every time we meet….”
“How often do you meet?”
“About four days a week… nnh!”
His hand—firm but not rough—stroked a slow circle over Se-eun’s large, round ass, then tickled her waist with his fingertips.
“A soft ass that’s big but doesn’t sag, and the slim waistline above it. You must get quite a lot of looks from men, huh?”
“—Nnh….”
“Your body is way too lewd.”
It was sexual harassment. She had heard men mutter the same kind of thing a few times as they brushed past her. Yet with the Won-chul in front of her now, far from those old feelings… she was only barely holding onto her senses amid a voice that seemed ready to melt her between the atmosphere and the alcohol.
“…Wh-what does Minjae want….”
“You’ll find that out when you meet him tomorrow.”
“…How….”
“Just be honest.”
Be honest?
It was hard to understand what Won-chul meant. But before she knew it, Se-eun’s body was simply leaning against his hard frame and receiving his hands.
“H-honestly….”
“Shall we try once?”
“…Ahh….”
Whoosh. Won-chul caught Se-eun’s hand and guided her slender fingers to his crotch.
“How is it? Compared to Minjae?”
“…Th-that’s childish. This kind of thing.”
“Tell me. How is it? Honestly.”
The keywords inside Se-eun were jealousy and restless longing. After thinking carefully, she let out a small sigh as if giving up a little, then—
“…Bigger, longer… and harder.”
“That’s all? Haha.”
Won-chul began slowly stroking himself with Se-eun’s overlapping hand. As the hardness and heat transmitted through her palm, the image of herself being pierced by that cock grew vivid in a corner of her mind, and—
“…”
—even after Won-chul released her hand, she continued stroking slowly on her own, an embarrassed expression on her face.
“That time was your first orgasm, right?”
“—Ah….”
“It’s okay. Be honest.”
“…”
A small nod—Se-eun’s face, red as a beet, trembled slightly—and then—
“…Ah, ahh!”
Won-chul’s finger landed straight over Se-eun’s panties. It wasn’t a rough motion. Just light taps, tap-tap, between the soft mounds. Yet even that alone made her knees tremble so badly she had to cling tightly to Won-chul’s waist to stay upright.
“Hik! Ugh!”
Her own still-awkward moans. Sounds that rarely came out during sex with Minjae spilled free from nothing more than one of Won-chul’s fingers. From the thoroughly soaked mound, love juices were already seeping out through the fabric of her panties. The finger that had slowly climbed from her entrance along the wetness finally reached Se-eun’s clit—
“—Nnh! Hgghnnn!”
A sharp jolt of pleasure shot up her spine and slammed into her head.
“Ugh, hnnn….”
Her knees shook hard. Only by clinging to Won-chul’s body did she keep from falling, yet she never noticed she was pressed so tightly against him that her full breasts flattened into his chest.
“Have you ever come from foreplay?”
“…Thaa… hnn. N-nooo….”
Her own body felt almost foreign to her. Just a few touches of a finger and she was already sliding into climax hard enough for all strength to leave her limbs. Barely composing herself, she slowly lifted her head—and met Won-chul’s face looking down at her.
Gulp.
Se-eun swallowed without meaning to, then immediately furrowed her brows and forced strength back into her knees.
My head… my head feels weird. Is it the alcohol? I should finish this quickly….
“Haa… H-hey….”
Holding her trembling knees, Se-eun looked up at Won-chul—and the words died in her throat. Because the panties that had just been tossed to the floor no longer hid it: Won-chul’s cock stood fully revealed.
Bigger, longer, and harder than Minjae’s, just as she had said. The gentle upward curve was almost funny, yet it was a pretty shape. The only cock she had ever had for comparison was Minjae’s, but the instinct that this one was dangerous brushed down her spine once more.
“Still hard to walk, right?”
“Ahh!”
Approaching with his cock swinging like a metronome, Won-chul simply lifted Se-eun’s entire body. She knew perfectly well she was no lightweight—taller than average for a woman, with four generous masses attached—yet there was not the slightest tremor in the arms that held her.
“Put me do—”
“You’re light. It’s fine.”
Thud, thud. Carrying her, Won-chul walked toward the bed in the guest room. She was terrified of what she might look like if that cock speared her now. Even though she had been so anxious before coming, she almost felt grateful Minjae wasn’t here to see it.
…What should I do?
But before Se-eun could finish the thought—
“Have you done fellatio?”
“N-no?”
“I mean, have you done it with your mouth. Oral sex.”
Won-chul’s questions refused to give her mind any room to clear.
“…I’ve done it….”
“Is that so?”
She wasn’t sure whether he smiled. Gently setting Se-eun on the bed, Won-chul leaned back against the edge and spread his legs.
“Did Minjae like it?”
The way his cock trembled slightly left and right looked so vulgar and obscene—yet Se-eun’s eyes could not easily leave it.
“…I think… he liked it.”
“I’ll check once.”
Even after saying that, Won-chul only watched her with a faint smile. It was obvious he was inviting Se-eun herself to cross the line. No—from the start he had never intended to hide it.
What is he talking about… Ah, no… rather, this is good.
There were too many loopholes in the conditions. The only thing forbidden was kissing; everything else Won-chul had been probing one by one. Heat was steadily filling Se-eun’s head, and taking that cock inside her in this state was simply too frightening.
…Rather, I’ll do it with my mouth and finish… finish quickly.
Minjae had never lasted long in her mouth. Once she took him in and played with her tongue while enjoying his reactions, he would soon grab her head with a dazed, blissed-out expression. Expecting the same, Se-eun thought—
If he c-cums once… I’ll say that’s the end.
She let out a short sigh, then slowly approached between the sturdy thighs of the man who was staring straight at her.
….
After gently wrapping her fingers around the hard, pulsing cock, she took the smooth, blunt head into her mouth.