Nam Da-eun (2)
In the living room, where the dim twilight filtered through the window, Lee Ho-yeon gently stroked Nam Da-eun's skin. An awkward tension hung between them.
They'd only had sex once before—and even that had been more like training orchestrated by Liliana and Scarlett.
But now it was just the two of them, alone. Without those two around, Nam Da-eun felt an odd nervousness creeping in. Or maybe it wasn't that at all. Perhaps it was the difference in their mindsets from back then.
"You okay?"
"…Yeah."
Nam Da-eun nodded at Lee Ho-yeon's question. Their first time hadn't been painful. She'd been well-trained, and he'd been incredibly considerate. Heroines weren't the type to hate sex anyway.
The key issue was the lack of true connection between them. Back then, he'd done it to handle the situation that had arisen, and she'd clung to him out of gratitude.
But what about now?
"Mm… chup."
Their lips met naturally. Lee Ho-yeon confidently placed a hand on her waist, stroking her back, while Nam Da-eun, flinching at his touch, clumsily mimicked him. Her inexperienced hands fumbled over his back and waist.
"Take it off slowly."
"Haa… okay."
Nam Da-eun began undressing. It was just her comfortable house clothes, so they came off easily. Liliana had taught her that undressing was a natural act, so she'd felt no resistance before.
But today was different. Feeling her cheeks flush strangely, she slid her pants down too.
"Don't stare so much…."
"…."
Lee Ho-yeon swallowed hard. It was hard to fully take in the sight of Nam Da-eun shyly covering her breasts with one hand as she pulled down her pants. Naturally, her outstretched arm couldn't fully hide them, creating an unintentionally erotic pose instead.
Unaware she'd flustered him, Nam Da-eun struggled with her pants, one hand straining. Her full breasts spilled around her arm, her firm thighs and long limbs on full display. For a girl who barely ate properly, maintaining a body like this had to be heroine magic.
Grateful to the game's worldbuilding, Lee Ho-yeon admired her form.
"Stay still."
Nam Da-eun knelt before him and tugged down his pants. Seeing his bulging cock straining against his underwear, she pulled them down. As it sprang free, she looked up into his eyes.
There was a hint of tension in the way he gazed back at her.
I'm not the only nervous one.
Even if it was embarrassing to be this tense alone, it eased her a bit. Nam Da-eun stood, grabbing his hand.
"Thank you."
"…No need."
Time to stop with the thanks already. He'd received more gratitude than he could handle—it was starting to feel burdensome. Lee Ho-yeon waited for her next words.
"I really don't know how to express it. Honestly, I still have some lingering feelings about Park Min-gyu, and this unease lingers too…."
"…."
She hadn't fully shaken it off yet, but her resolve shone through. She was determined to solve the puzzle of her messed-up life and live it right. Fear of the future remained, but she'd gripped it tightly.
"I told you before—do whatever you want."
"Yeah."
It was what he'd said to her after rescuing Nam Da-hee, when she'd visited him at the hospital. Nam Da-eun removed the hand covering her chest and guided his to her breast.
"I'll be your woman. I don't know about anything else. No, it doesn't matter. I want to live for you."
Her anxious expression. Trembling legs and fingertips. As she voiced her tension with her whole body, waiting for his answer, Lee Ho-yeon smiled faintly. Her sincerity hit deep.
"I won't refuse. That's okay with you?"
"…I won't regret it."
With her revenge complete, Nam Da-eun needed a pillar to lean on. Nam Da-hee was there, of course—but she wasn't a pillar. She was someone Nam Da-eun had to protect.
A pillar. A sanctuary for the heart. Whatever you called it.
I can protect Nam Da-eun.
That much was easy for him.
Her wavering eyes met his. Lee Ho-yeon grabbed her waist, pulling her close, and let his lips curve into a smirk. It worked wonders on women.
"Eut…."
"Once I catch you, there's no escape."
"I'll try. Hup."
His tongue slipped into her slightly parted lips. She jolted. As his soft, textured tongue explored her mouth, she responded in kind. Strange sensations washed over her wherever his hands roamed, accompanied by a pleasant warmth.
Nam Da-eun felt embarrassed yet happy experiencing these emotions.
…Sweet.
Even as their tongues entwined and saliva mixed, her mouth tasted sweet. Was this what a kiss was? Kisses with someone you love were supposed to be sweet. Feeling that candy-like sweetness in her kiss with Lee Ho-yeon calmed her pounding heart.
His groping hands brimmed with lust, but also care and affection.
He likes me.
Gratitude. Debt. Awe. Her feelings for him were complex, but she realized the strongest was love.
Ending the brief kiss, Lee Ho-yeon looked down her body. Pale, elastic skin. A flawless, sculpture-like face. Squeezing her firm ass, he gently pushed her toward the bed.
He shed his shirt and pressed his bare skin to hers. At this intimate distance, where their body heat mingled vividly, he cupped her breast.
"Hut…."
He pinched her protruding nipple firmly atop the yielding flesh, rubbing his tongue along her nape.
"Haa, hau… Ho-yeon. W-wait…."
Her beautifully stretched body was his territory now. Lee Ho-yeon methodically claimed it, lips and tongue savoring from her sensitive nape to collarbone, breasts, and nipples.
Each new spot his tongue touched made her back arch instinctively.
Should've started like this from the beginning.
Last time, Liliana and Scarlett had watched, and with Nam Da-hee asleep in the next room, time was short. To make up for what they'd missed, he instinctively wielded fingers and tongue.
Nam Da-eun, trained only in pleasuring him by Liliana, didn't know her own pleasure spots well, making her hypersensitive to his touch.
"Haa… eut…."
"Hang in there a bit. You'll get used to it soon."
"Y-yeah. Got it."
Even more ecstatic than before, but the sudden pleasure felt intrusive. Still, she restrained her arms and endured. If he said to hold on, she would.
"How's it now?"
"Hup… Feels good. Yeah. Good…."
As she grew accustomed to the pleasure, he slid his hand lower. Her soaked pussy clenched in anticipation, flooding the bed like a deluge. He scooped through the sticky fluids.
Between her primly closed labia sat her clit, peeking out lewdly, emanating a musky scent, awaiting his touch.
Grasping his hardened cock, Lee Ho-yeon climbed over her.
"Hold on."
Then Nam Da-eun's hand gripped his cock.
"Before we do it… I learned I have to use my mouth first."
"…."
"Ah, this game's team luck is total shit, damn it! Still glued to the game like that."
Liliana's voice, immersed in her game, echoed suddenly.
Thanks, Liliana!
Nam Da-eun took a deep breath, then took the tip into her mouth. Her tongue swirled from glans to shaft, coating it in warm saliva.
"Haa…."
Her natural skill drew a sigh from him. Looking down, he saw her squinting at his cock like a student recalling half-forgotten study notes. That innocence fueled his arousal.
"Da-eun. Stop, that's enough."
"Puha… Liliana said one shot and pull back."
"Mm, no. It's fine."
It'd be great, but today his instinct to thrust his hips won out. He pulled his erect cock from her mouth and positioned between her smooth thighs.
Squelch— Tapping her entrance with the tip filled the living room with lewd wet sounds.
"Huu…."
Savoring her embarrassed, eyes-closed reaction, he eased the tip in. Not her first time, but her virgin-tight walls gripped him. Beyond the skin contact, the delving glans felt her inner heat.
Relishing the warm squeeze, he pushed into her narrow entrance. Sticky fluids smeared his thighs.
As his cock sank deeper, a powerful grip enveloped him. Her slick, vice-like pussy matched her athletic impression.
"A, ahut…."
"Does it hurt?"
"No. No…. Feels good."
A fulfilling sense of being filled. Nam Da-eun savored the satisfaction of her body claimed by his cock. An illusion, perhaps, but a sweet scent wafted from somewhere.
"Then I'll go for real?"
"Yeah. Do whatever you want…."
Her spread legs clamped around his waist. Permission to unleash his desires. Lee Ho-yeon obliged, slamming his hips forward powerfully.