Nam Da-eun (2)
In the living room, where a dusky light spilled in along the windows, Lee Ho-yeon traced his fingers over Nam Da-eun's skin.
An awkward silence hung between them.
Ho-yeon and Da-eun had only slept together once, and even that had been closer to a lesson than anything else — a session Liliana and Scarlet had orchestrated and led. Now there was no one else. Just the two of them.
Without those two around, Da-eun felt a strange tension. Or perhaps that wasn't quite it. The difference was in how she carried herself now compared to then.
"You okay?"
"...Yeah."
Da-eun nodded at his question.
Her first time hadn't been particularly hard. She had been thoroughly taught, yes, but more than that, Ho-yeon had been careful with her. And a heroine was never going to hate sex to begin with.
The real problem was that there had been no genuine connection between them. Ho-yeon had done it to deal with a situation that had already gotten away from him. Da-eun had given herself to him out of gratitude.
So what about now?
"Mmh... chup."
They kissed as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Ho-yeon settled his hand on her waist with practiced ease and stroked her back, and Da-eun, who had flinched at his touch, clumsily tried to follow his lead. Her unpracticed hands wandered over his back and waist.
"Take it off. Slowly."
"Haa... okay."
Da-eun began to undress. They were comfortable house clothes, easy to slip out of. Liliana had taught her that taking off her clothes was a natural act, so she had never felt any resistance before.
Today was different.
She felt her cheeks flush, just faintly, as she pushed her pants down as well.
"Don't stare so hard..."
"..."
Ho-yeon swallowed. It was hard to look directly at her — one hand covering her chest, the other carefully working her pants down. Of course a single arm stretched across her breasts couldn't hide everything, and the pose only made it more obscene.
Unintentionally throwing him off balance, Da-eun grunted softly as she tugged her pants down with one hand. Her breasts spilled out around her arm, and her taut thighs and long, straight limbs put every inch of her on display.
That a girl who could barely eat properly still had a body like this — maybe that was simply what it meant to be a heroine. Ho-yeon offered a silent thanks to the way this world was built as he took her in.
"Stay still."
Da-eun knelt in front of him and pulled his pants down. Watching his cock strain against his underwear, desperate to get free, she hooked her fingers into the waistband and tugged.
When it sprang out, she lifted her head and met his eyes. There was a hint of tension in the way Ho-yeon looked back at her, too.
So I'm not the only one who's nervous.
It would have been a little embarrassing if she'd been the only one this wound up. Relieved, Da-eun stood and took his hand.
"Thank you."
"...You don't have to."
She really could stop thanking him one of these days. He'd received so much gratitude it was starting to feel like a burden. Ho-yeon waited for what she would say next.
"I really, truly don't know how to put this into words. Honestly, I still have feelings left for Uncle Min-gyu, and there's still this uneasiness I can't quite shake..."
"..."
She hadn't fully let go of it yet, but Ho-yeon could feel her resolve — the resolve to finally take apart a puzzle that had been put together all wrong, and to start living her life properly. Fear of what came next still lingered, but she was holding onto that fear as tightly as she could.
"You said it last time. That I should do whatever I wanted."
"Yeah."
Those were the words he'd given her when she'd come to the hospital after he'd rescued Nam Daehee.
Da-eun took away the hand that had been covering her chest and guided Ho-yeon's hand 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."
An anxious look. Legs and fingertips trembling. Her whole body broadcasting her nerves as she waited for his answer. Ho-yeon smiled faintly. That was how sincere she felt.
"I'm not going to turn you down. That okay?"
"...I won't regret it."
Da-eun had finished her revenge. She needed something to lean on. Of course she had Daehee — but Daehee wasn't a pillar. Daehee was someone Da-eun had to protect.
A pillar. A place for her heart to rest. Call it whatever you wanted.
I just have to protect Nam Da-eun.
That much, he could do without a second thought.
Da-eun's wavering eyes met his. Ho-yeon caught her by the waist and pulled her against him, then let the corner of his mouth lift, just a little. That one tended to work pretty well on women.
"Ah..."
"Once I catch you, you won't get away."
"I'll try. Mmh."
Ho-yeon's tongue slipped into her slightly parted lips.
She flinched.
Every time his tongue — soft, with a faint texture — moved inside her mouth, she moved hers to match. Wherever his hands touched, a strange sensation washed over her body, followed by a pleasant warmth. Da-eun felt embarrassed by these feelings, and happy at the same time.
...It's sweet.
Even as their tongues tangled and they exchanged saliva, something like sweetness seemed to fill her mouth. Was this what a kiss was supposed to be? People said kissing someone you loved was sweet.
Tasting a candy-like sweetness in Ho-yeon's kiss, Da-eun tried to calm her racing heart. The hands exploring her body were full of lust — but she could feel care and affection in them, too.
He likes me.
Gratitude. Debt. Overwhelming emotion. The feelings she had for Ho-yeon were complicated, but Da-eun realized that the greatest among them was love.
After a brief kiss, Ho-yeon looked down at her body. White, springy skin. A face without a single blemish, carved with the allure of a sculpture. He squeezed her taut ass and gently pushed her down onto the bed. After throwing off the shirt that had been in the way, he pressed his bare skin against hers.
At a distance where they could feel each other's body heat vividly, Ho-yeon laid his hand on her breast.
"Hngh..."
He pressed and rolled the stiff peak standing out from her springy breast, and dragged his tongue along the nape of her neck.
"Haa, hauu... Ho-yeon, w-wait..."
As if marking her beautifully stretched-out body as his territory, Ho-yeon slowly painted over her. Starting from her sensitive neck, down across her collarbone and breasts, wrapping his lips around her nipples and tasting her with his tongue. Every time his tongue found a new place, Da-eun's waist seemed to arch on its own.
I should have done it like this from the start.
Back then, Liliana and Scarlet had been watching, and Daehee had been asleep in the other room, so there hadn't been time. Determined to give her everything she hadn't gotten her first time, Ho-yeon moved his fingers and tongue on instinct.
The sex education Liliana had given Da-eun had only covered how to please him. She didn't really know how to enjoy herself — which made her all the more sensitive to his fingers.
"Haa... nngh..."
"Hold on a little. You'll get used to it soon."
"O-okay. Got it."
The pleasure was even more intoxicating than last time, and the suddenness of it made her want to pull away — but Da-eun restrained her arms and endured it. If Ho-yeon told her to hold on, then holding on was the right thing to do.
"How is it now?"
"Mmh... I think it feels good. Yeah. It feels good..."
And once Da-eun had grown accustomed to the pleasure, Ho-yeon slid his hand downward.
Her soaked pussy clenched and fluttered as if waiting for his cock. He worked his fingers through the flood of juices soaking the bed. Between her modestly closed folds sat her clitoris, trying to peek out from its hood, giving off a lewd scent as it waited for a man's touch.
Ho-yeon gripped his hardened cock and climbed over her.
"Wait."
Da-eun's hand caught him.
"I was taught... that I have to use my mouth first."
"..."
"Ah, fuck this team-diff garbage game!"
Liliana's voice, still completely absorbed in her game, suddenly drifted over.
Thanks, Liliana!
Da-eun took a deep breath, then took the head of his cock into her mouth. Her tongue moved this way and that, stimulating him from the tip down the shaft, wrapping him in warm, wet saliva.
"Haa..."
The skill drew a sigh from him without thinking. Looking down, he found Da-eun frowning at his cock as if she were a student trying to recall something she'd studied that was just on the tip of her tongue. There was something so fresh about that look that it only turned him on more.
"Da-eun. Stop. That's enough."
"Pwah... Miss Liliana said I should pull off before you finish."
"Mm, no. It's fine."
It would have been nice, of course — but today, the instinct to move his hips was stronger. Ho-yeon pulled his erect cock from her mouth and settled between her smooth legs.
Schlick—
He tapped the head against her entrance, and a lewd, wet sound filled the living room.
"Hnn..."
Enjoying the way she squeezed her eyes shut in embarrassment, he eased just the tip inside. It wasn't her first time, but the flesh that closed around him squeezed the head as tightly as a virgin's. He could feel a heat even hotter than skin-on-skin from the head pushing deeper into her. Savoring that warm, gripping sensation, Ho-yeon worked his way into her narrow entrance.
Sticky juices smeared across her thighs.
When he'd sunk a good way into her inner flesh, he felt a powerful tightness. Wet and fiercely gripping — her pussy left an impression not unlike Da-eun herself, a girl who moved her body so much.
"Ah, ahh..."
"Does it hurt?"
"No. No... it feels good."
A fullness, as if something were occupying the inside of her belly. Da-eun felt a deep satisfaction at the cock filling her body. It was probably her imagination, but she thought she caught a sweet scent from somewhere.
"Then I'm going to do this properly."
"Yeah. Do whatever you want..."
Da-eun's legs, which had been spread to either side, wrapped firmly around his waist. It was her way of telling him to pour out his desire however he pleased.
Ho-yeon drove his hips forward to match.