The Beautiful College Girl Who Comforts Me (3)
Ah, it had been so long since I'd last kissed anyone.
What more was there to say?
A woman's lips after so long tasted so sweet it made my head spin.
And with a girl this pretty, no less.
Outside, the weather was hot enough to break a sweat, but Park Yerin's mouth was hotter still.
There was no wall of resistance. My tongue pushed in without hesitation, and the soft lining of her mouth welcomed it, secreting wetness as if to say come in. Meeting that invitation, I caressed every corner of her—her tongue, the roof of her mouth, the folds along its underside, each even row of teeth—leaving nothing untouched.
That slick, yielding texture. The wet sounds of our saliva mixing…
We felt all of it as we hungrily hunted each other's tongues.
Tap. Tap.
Taeo's skilled, unhesitating tongue left Yerin's mind swimming. She felt dreamy, half-dazed. The tension drained from her whole body in a slow melt, and every time Taeo's skin brushed hers, a sharp, tingling current raced up her spine and spread through every limb.
But this girl—she was clumsier at kissing than I'd expected.
Hadn't she said she'd been with her boyfriend for about two years?
For that, they clearly hadn't done much physical intimacy. Surprisingly.
This one's going to be fun to teach.
I pulled my tongue back and gently bit her lip with my lips and front teeth. Lower lip twice, upper lip once. Lower lip twice again.
Yerin must not have hated the feeling—no, she must have liked it quite a bit—because she started timidly copying me.
Before long, our mouths were slick with spit.
Haa.
Worn out by the unfamiliar caress, Yerin let out a hot breath.
Only then did I release the breath I'd been holding through the kiss and draw in a full lungful of air.
In that instant, every sweet scent clinging to her—shampoo, perfume, all of it—flooded my nose.
I can't hold back anymore.
The switch flipped. I yanked her into my arms and buried my nose against her neck, inhaling hard.
"Eut."
Yerin arched her waist and throat back, letting out a faint moan.
Ah, I'm going insane.
A woman's scent never failed to be intoxicating, no matter how many times I breathed it in.
The faint trace of body wash layered over Yerin's own natural smell. And the sharp, sour edge of sweat teasing my nose wasn't unpleasant at all—it made my lower body throb.
Filthy little thing.
Looking this pretty and still reeking of sweat like that.
I barely swallowed the urge to whisper it against her ear.
Not yet.
The thrill of training someone was something you savored slowly, thoroughly.
I kept breathing her in as I worked my way up from her collarbone along the line of her throat, then sealed our lips again. I slipped my tongue inside and scrambled her thoughts—all so I could start working my hands without her noticing.
She felt Taeo's hand slide under her clothes, but Yerin didn't resist. She was too lost in the haze of pleasure to think of it—and she hadn't wanted to stop him in the first place. When his fingers brushed across her belly, a place any girl would be self-conscious about, a flicker of embarrassment passed through her, but she left it alone. She simply accepted it.
Nice.
The tight press of her fitted clothes, the sticky sheen of sweat on her skin—there wasn't a single thing I didn't like.
!
And then my hand slipped between the cups of her bra, and my fingertips met a heavy mass of flesh.
Just how big is she?
I'd assumed the padding would be thick. The moment I gently closed my hand around her, I flinched in surprise—hard enough that my eyes, shut in concentration, snapped open.
This is at least a C… no, D-cup or bigger!
Those internet virgins who only know women's bodies from media would probably scoff—what's so big about a D-cup?
But the status a real-life D-cup carries is beyond imagination.
Especially for a Korean woman. A D-cup is, without question, a full bust.
And that's the minimum—it could be more.
I'd felt up to a C before. I knew the difference for certain.
And her waist is this slim.
Western women might average larger chests thanks to higher obesity rates, but proportions this ridiculous were rare even over there.
At this size, wearing pads would only put strain on her body.
Sure enough, when I casually lifted the bra out of the way, there was almost no foreign bulk to it—just a thin cushion for shape.
Holy shit!
In the rush of hitting the jackpot, I squeezed without thinking.
"Ah!"
Yerin moaned and pleaded.
"Be gentle, Oppa…."
Throb.
The second I heard those words, my pants swelled like they were about to tear. They were thin summer fabric, and the pressure was brutal.
"You little…."
I couldn't hold back. I scooped Yerin up in one motion. I didn't even work out regularly, but lifting her was easy.
Whether all her weight had gone to her chest, or my body was running on pre-sex adrenaline, she felt light as a feather.
Ah—exaggerating, of course.
Then—
"Oppa, wait."
Yerin suddenly seemed to snap back to herself and gripped my shoulders.
"I—I need to wash up…?"
Wash up? Why the hell would she wash?
So the mood could die, she could change her mind, and go home?
Not that that would happen. Still.
Yerin had been standing for a long time in the sweltering heat. She wasn't someone who sweated easily, but her clothes were still stuck to her skin. She was fastidious about cleanliness by nature, so a shower before sex wasn't optional—it was mandatory.
See?
Washing before sex was just her routine.
That, along with never going bare, was one of the absolute taboos she never broke. Those two rules applied even to her boyfriend—no exceptions. She would have been ready to break up on the spot if anyone pushed her on them. Her boyfriend knew that, and so he had always obeyed.
But Yerin.
Didn't she know?
"Rules are made to be broken."
"Huh?"
Ah!
Thrown onto the bed without warning, Yerin let out a short cry.
"O-Oppa…?"
"You don't need a shower. We're just going to sweat again anyway."
"W-what are you talking about! I'm soaked right now—I'm filthy…!"
"That's what makes it good."
"Eh…?"
While she was still flustered, I climbed straight on top of her.
"Oppa, please—"
Too noisy.
I shut that chattering mouth with my own.
"Mmph!"
I pushed my tongue in at once and stirred her up, and just like that she couldn't think straight. The hands that had been gripping my forearms went slack.
She even squeezed her eyes shut on reflex—like she had some private rule that you had to close your eyes when you kissed. Adorable.
But something bigger than this was going to go in soon. What was she going to do then?
That was a problem for later.
"Haa, haa."
I broke the kiss to give her a moment to breathe, then reached for her waist to strip her shirt.
I'd worried about the tight tee, but she raised her arms for me, and it came off easier than expected.
She'd completely given up n—
Whoa.
The second the clothes came off, I couldn't stop the sound of awe. Her breasts, spilling free like they'd burst from a bag, were even bigger than they'd felt under my hands.
It was like unearthing buried treasure.
Gulp.
I swallowed, then tried to slide my hands down her back—but she was so out of it she barely made room for me.
That only strengthened my hunch that she was inexperienced. Her next reaction confirmed it.
Thud. Yerin, panting with the back of her hand over her eyes, snapped fully awake at the short, sharp sound. The pressure around her chest had vanished in an instant. When had he—? Even when she undid it herself, it had never come free that easily.
"W-what? How did you do that?"
Because my body remembers.
—I almost said it, then just gave her a quiet smile instead. No point killing a good mood with useless talk.
Besides, she seemed to have figured it out on her own.
Ah—of course Oppa would have plenty of experience. He wasn't young, and Taeo wasn't bad-looking either. No—he was pretty good-looking. So of course she wondered. How many girls had he slept with? This couldn't be his first or second time. Was she just another one-night stand to him, like all the others?
She showed a flicker of unease—
But it didn't really matter. If anything, his skill—so different from her boyfriend's—put her at ease. Being thrown onto the bed had scared her a little, but at the same time she'd felt a raw, animal pull. No one had ever treated her like this. It was strange. Even her boyfriend still watched her face for cues when they were together.
Thankfully, there was no real rejection to speak of.
And more than that—
To Yerin, sex had never been more than something she did to keep her boyfriend happy. It was unpleasant, even. It only ever hurt. So they hadn't done it many times. In media, sex always looked like something women enjoyed too…. But she'd never been with anyone else, so she had no idea what people meant when they talked about how good it felt.
It finally made sense that a girl this pretty had barely any experience.
If you didn't know the pleasure of sex, of course you'd shy away from it.
And the text didn't stop there.
Once the thought reached that far, a spark of curiosity lit in Yerin. Maybe it would be different with Taeo? If he had experience, he'd know how to handle a woman. The idea even crossed her mind that this might be her chance. She found herself starting to look forward to sex with him.
……Is that so?
Looking forward to it?
Then I'd better live up to those expectations.
Still straddling her, I yanked my pants and underwear down in one go. Her eyes trembled as she watched, but I didn't care.
Thud!
The long, heavy thing that had been dragged down with the waistband sprang free with the rebound, standing proud.
Seeing it right in front of her face, Park Yerin could only stare in shock.
She's already got her mouth open for me. Perfect.
Shadow falling across my face, I looked down at Yerin with her lips parted wide and gave the order.
"Suck."