6. Raising the Heat with Yellow Cards
“What’s this one?”
“Hmm~~ Not that high on the heat scale, really. Pet the other person’s ear for one minute.”
“The ear? How do you even do that?”
She tilted her head and asked. Whether she was genuinely innocent or just playing at it, the reaction didn’t quite match her sexy image.
“You caress it with your hands or your mouth.”
“Does that even count as caressing?”
“You’ll find out once you try.”
Half-skeptical, she stood up from her seat to come over beside me. Whether it was the alcohol or not, she didn’t bother straightening her skirt when she rose, so it had ridden high up her thighs. It was only two or three steps, but as she walked toward me the hiked-up hem kept flashing glimpses of her inner thighs.
Once she sat next to me she stretched out a finger and touched my ear. The motion felt closer to digging around inside it than anything soft.
“A little gentler. You’re not cleaning my ear—just a soft touch.”
At my words her hand grew a bit softer. Still, it definitely wasn’t a caress.
“Licking it with your tongue or lips is fine too.”
She leaned in closer and brought her lips to my ear. Pressed right up against my side, the deep plunge of her T-shirt gave me a clear view of the white valley between her breasts. And below that, the pale space between her thighs. Her technique was still clumsy, but the visual feast alone was enough to start making my cock swell.
“That’s a minute now, right?”
Miho pulled away after licking and nipping at my ear this way and that. She wasn’t faking the clumsiness—she really was unskilled.
Is she still that inexperienced, despite how she looks? No matter how much she dresses it up, is twenty-two still just twenty-two? But there’s no way guys would leave a face and body like hers alone…
“Miho… you’ve never really done ear play before, have you?”
“No, never.”
“Even so, you could just remember what felt good when someone did it to you and copy that…”
“I’ve never had anyone do ear play on me either.”
Her answer startled me.
“Really?”
She nodded at my follow-up. Looking at her face, it didn’t seem like a lie—it was the truth. She couldn’t possibly be a virgin, right? The words “Are you a virgin?” had climbed all the way to the back of my throat when she spoke again.
“Then you try it on me, oppa. Let me feel what it’s like.”
What a gift. Seizing the chance, I took her shoulders and turned her to face me, then brought my face to the nape of her neck. In a low, whispering voice I spoke as I slowly moved from her neck toward her ear.
“Normally this starts with kissing. Then you gradually move up to the ear…”
My whispered words and breath brushed her nape and the shell of her ear; her body gave a little shiver. I leaned in and lightly touched the outer curve of her ear with my lips, then kissed her earlobe. My left hand stroked her hair along its natural fall while my right cradled her neck and head, gently caressing the nape.
“How does it feel?”
“Ah… I don’t know… Ticklish, maybe, and a little tingly…”
“It’s going to get more and more tingly.”
I whispered thickly right against her ear in the softest voice, and she squeezed her eyes shut, breathing in short, heated pants. She definitely wasn’t frigid. If anything, her body was sensitive. I could even feel goosebumps rising along her nape. The heavy scent of her makeup stirred my desire. There was no question that the perfume of a sexy-looking woman drove a man wilder. But I couldn’t ruin it by rushing. Slower, slower—yet more carefully.
I brushed the curve of her ear and her earlobe with the barest tip of my tongue, almost not touching at all, taking my time.
“Haa… haa…”
Her heated breathing teased my cock. I felt pre-cum bead at the tip. I let her hear the sticky sound of my own breath against her ear so she could feel that same wet heat.
“Haa… haa… Oppa… stop… now…”
She pushed me away while still panting. Just a little more and I would have had her… Reluctantly I decided to take one step back for two steps forward.
“Well? Not bad, right?”
She smiled without a word and nodded. That seemingly innocent smile only made my heart race harder.
“But no one’s ever done this for you before?”
“Mm, I’ve done kissing and the neck, but never the ears…”
“Wow, everyone must have just gone straight for it because you’re so pretty.”
“Heehee. Maybe?”
“Now you do it that way for them. Then they’ll start doing it back for you.”
“I’m learning a lot from my experienced Casanova oppa tonight.”
“Hahaha, leave the ‘experienced’ part out.”
“A ten-year gap means experience, doesn’t it? Heh. Still, oppa really does feel gentler because of the age.”
“What made you feel that?”
“Hmm~~ Compared to the guys my age or the ones who just finished military service, there’s this sense of ease?”
“A man only starts at thirty. Before that he’s just a big kid.”
“I guess the solid, reliable type like oppa suits me.”
Her words carried weight. She clearly had some interest in me. How I cooked that interest from here on was entirely up to me.
“Alright, my turn to draw.”
She casually picked up a yellow card herself.
“Whoa… this one’s pretty strong.”
“What is it? Come on, what?”
She looked at me with a troubled expression after drawing, then wordlessly held the card out.
Massage the other person’s breasts for 2 minutes
“This is yellow, but isn’t the heat level way too high?”
“It’s not even a caress—just a massage. Come on, turn around.”
“Still… can’t we just drink, oppa?”
“Hey, that’s not how the rules work. Turn around already. I’ll give you a massage that’ll melt the fatigue right out.”
I hurried her into sitting with her back to me. Strike while the iron’s hot, as they say. Drag it out any longer and the mood might cool again.
Once she was facing away I slid both arms under her armpits and gently cupped her breasts. Soft, yielding flesh. I started by holding the undersides and kneading them slowly. Her breasts more than filled my entire palms. Just as she’d said earlier, there was no padding or surgery here. Through the thin T-shirt and bra I could feel every contour. As my hands worked her breasts, Miho’s body went stiff with tension.
“If you tense up the massage won’t work. Relax. Just feel it naturally.”
“Ah…!”
I whispered against her right ear and her heated moan spilled out again. Her ears really did seem to be an erogenous zone.
My hands, still kneading the undersides, slowly climbed higher until I was holding each breast fully, fingers searching for her nipples. I moved them lightly, as if playing piano keys, while continuing to let her hear my breathing against her ear.
“Haa… haa…”
The bra wasn’t thick; I could feel her nipples through my fingertips. When I lightly scraped the tips with a fingernail her moans grew louder.
“Aha… haa… ah… ah… oppa…”
“The tension’s melting, isn’t it? It’s okay. Naturally… comfortably… just feel it.”
At my words her eyes drifted shut and she leaned her back into my chest. Encouraged, I stroked more firmly around her areolas, then every so often “accidentally” brushed her nipples.
“Ah! …… Ah! …… Haa… haa… ah!”
Each time my fingers and nails tormented her nipples, short, sharp moans burst from her. Should I start touching her bare skin now? Keeping my right hand stroking her breast, I slipped my left under her T-shirt.
“Haa… haa… th… that’s enough! Two minutes are up!”
The moment my hand entered her shirt she seemed to snap back to herself and shoved me away. Had I been too hasty? But the look on her face as she swept her long hair back still held lingering regret.
“Then it’s my turn now, right?”
I quickly snatched up a yellow card.
Remove one piece of underwear
I held the card right in front of her eyes and saw the fluster on her face. If she refused this one it would be the third time—she’d have to grant a wish.
I turned her around again and whispered against her ear.
“Want to take off your panties?”
Blushing, Miho shook her head hard. That expression was almost too adorable.
“Then the bra comes off.”
I slid my left hand under her T-shirt and searched with my right for the hook at her back. But I felt no hook—only the texture of lace.
“It’s a bralette?”
She squeezed her eyes shut and nodded.
“Then take it off.”
I spoke low and firm against her ear. With a shy look she fumbled the shoulder straps down her arms and pulled the bralette out over her head. I snatched the discarded bralette, tossed it toward the seat she’d left empty, and immediately went back to kneading her bare breasts.
“Ah… ah… ah, oppa… this… ahh… is against the rules… nngh…”
I said nothing and kept tormenting her nipples with my fingers. The faster my fingers moved, the more her moans spilled out. She twisted her legs together, trying hard to hold on. Even her scrunched-up face was pretty.
“Ah… oppa… really stop…. Slowly… ah… ah… I’m still….”
Miho twisted her body hard, then suddenly fled back to her own seat on the opposite side. Crossing her arms over her chest, she sat down. I couldn’t read her at all. I’d thought she was completely ready…
“Aing… Oppa, you pervert! That totally broke the rules!”
“Did it feel bad?”
“Not that… I just want to go a little slower… You know? I hate it when only oppa is running ahead or only I’m running ahead…”
“Got it. I’m sorry.”
She wasn’t saying no—she just wanted to savor the climb. Suddenly I remembered her earlier comments about guys her own age. So she wanted the atmosphere to heat up gradually, was that it?
I casually moved to sit beside her again and kneaded her shoulders, soothing her slight sulk.
“Tch… Then oppa has to drink a glass too! Penalty for breaking the rules!”
“Alright.”
“So now you only have two vetoes left. My turn!”
The card she drew was:
Remove one piece of clothing
“Man… I should’ve drawn this one… Too bad!”
“Hehehe. What are you even saying~~ Hurry up and take it off!”
She actively tugged my shirt free herself. I simply raised my arms and let her strip it off me.
“Oh~~ Oppa’s body is nice!”
“Not bad, right?”
Thanks to COVID I hadn’t been going out much, so all that extra gym time had paid off. She admired the solid abs and chest muscles I’d built.
“Can I touch?”
I nodded, and she laid her palm against my chest and stroked. Her palm, damp with sweat, was burning hot. Her pussy is probably just as wet as that palm right now, isn’t it?
“So hard…”
Eyes sparkling, she moved from my chest down to my abs. The closer her hand drifted toward my cock, the harder it grew. By now the bulge at the front of my pants was obvious even to the eye. After stroking my chest and abs she lifted her head and looked at me.
“Revenge!”
She pinched my nipple with her thumb and tortured it. A sharp jolt of pleasure shot through my whole body.
“Aah!”
“Heehee… Oppa’s moan is sexy.”
She grinned at me. I wanted to push her down right then, strip her, maul her breasts and thrust into her pussy—but I held it in.
“Hey… you… keep that up and oppa’s going to punish you.”
“How are you going to punish me?”
She pinched my nipple between her fingers and gave it a little tug as she spoke.
“Can’t you see how hard my cock is? When that guy gets mad he’s scary. I’m only holding back because you said ‘slowly.’”
“As expected… oppa’s nice. You’ve got that composure.”
When she stopped stroking my chest my hand naturally settled on her side. She leaned into my arms from beside me, one hand on my waist, the other still roaming my chest.
“Your boyfriend’s the impatient type, huh?”
“I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“Really? That’s surprising.”
“We broke up over a year ago.”
“So your ex was the impatient type?”
She nodded.
“All the guys until now were kind of rushed. My friends say it feels good when you do that… but I never really got why it was supposed to be that great.”
“Sex?”
“…… Yes……”
That was unexpected. The faint innocence that still peeked through her sexiness must have come from never having tasted the real pleasure of sex.
“Not just your ex—other guys too?”
She nodded again.
“You only dated guys around your age, huh?”
“… Yeah… Maybe that’s why… At drinking parties and places like this they’d act super bold, but when it actually happened they were all in a hurry… Just when I started thinking ‘Oh, this might feel good,’ it was already over…”
I nodded along with her. That’s just how guys in their early twenties are. More force than experience, more focused on filling their own desire than thinking about their partner. I’d been the same before I met Dong-min hyung. Then Dong-min hyung told me that if you bring a woman to the absolute peak, the man gets to that same peak too—and from then on I tried my best with every woman, whether she was a hostess, a girlfriend, or a one-night stand. And I learned that when I did it that way, my own pleasure really did grow bigger.
“Your turn, oppa. Draw.”
At her words I reached for a yellow card.