Chapter 103: Skin. Flesh. Body Heat.
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 103: Skin. Flesh. Body Heat.
Skin. Flesh. Body heat.
The names of things that don't exist in the world of VR.
Early Christmas morning.
If there was one thing that had changed since my kiss with Doah, it was this:
The Doah in front of me was no longer Luka, an untouchable figure in a sacred realm.
I fiercely desired the real Doah.
Even the short VR date we’d had after the stream ended had only served to deepen the thick, sticky desire I felt for her.
Doah, asking me to kiss her real cheeks, not just her character’s in VR.
When she even took the lead, grabbing my cheeks to pull me in for a kiss, I couldn't hold back any longer.
“You’re sleeping here tonight.”
It was something my old self would have never said.
But the one who changed me was…
Kim Doah.
It was all her fault for being so irresistible.
“Ugh… ah…”
Doah’s skin was flushed bright red.
The hands that had been pushing me away were now limp, devoid of strength.
I leaned in again, pressing my lips against her face, kissing her as instinct guided me.
When I gently pushed my tongue inside, her mouth accepted me as if it had been waiting.
We exchanged saliva so deeply that it was impossible to tell whose was whose.
We both sensed it was time to move on to the next phase.
“I’m going to…”
Still, this was our first time.
No matter how many things I’d seen, reality was a different beast.
I swallowed hard and gave her a notification that wasn't quite a notification.
“…take it off.”
Instead of answering, Doah gave a tiny, almost imperceptible nod.
My hands moved down to the hem of her soft knit sweater.
Slowly, I rolled the fabric upward.
Her pale white waistline was revealed, and little bits of lint from her sweater were left behind in its wake.
What finally came into view was a light pink set of underwear, the exact same color as Luka’s signature shade.
Embarrassed, Doah tried to cover her chest with her arms.
My masculine lust boiled over, and I was about to rush in and greedily kiss her neck when…
Doah’s index finger stopped my face.
“…You have to, too.”
She protested in a voice that was barely a whisper.
“…Huh?”
“It’s weird if I’m the only one undressing… We have to be the same…”
To be honest, I didn’t think it was a big deal for a guy to be shirtless, but for some reason…
In this moment, I could feel my own face flush with heat.
“Ah… you’re right…”
I turned my head slightly, and from my kneeling position, I pulled off my t-shirt and tossed it onto a chair.
Now, both Doah and I were half-naked.
As I slowly lowered myself to press our bodies together, a sensation I had never felt before in my life made my mind go blank.
Of course, the cold weather might have amplified it, but sharing body heat…
It was a foreign, yet ticklish feeling.
Was Doah’s body actually made of pudding?
My hand traveled up her spine, reaching the destination it had so longed for.
The seal had already been broken.
I wondered if she might resist, but Doah quietly allowed me to unhook her bra and slide the straps down.
Now, the only things covering her private parts were her own two hands.
And my hands effortlessly broke down even that final line of defense.
“Ngh…!”
When I gently bit her light pink nipple, a sensual moan escaped Doah’s lips.
As if she hated the sound of it, she began to cover her mouth with her fingers.
“Ahh… ugh…”
I couldn't see her expression, only hear her sounds.
If anything, the sight of it drove me even wilder.
While my right hand kneaded her softer-than-pudding breast and lavished attention on her nipple, I pushed myself up to look at her face.
Her pupils were unfocused, as if she’d lost some of her strength, and her breathing was uneven.
“…Doah.”
I propped myself up on my arms and looked down at her.
Only after I called her name did Doah seem to snap out of it and meet my eyes.
“O… ppa…”
Prey that did not refuse to be devoured.
I thought that was the perfect description.
My erection, so swollen it was starting to ache, was desperately signaling its need for release.
“…I want us to be the same.”
I repeated the words Doah had said to me just a moment ago.
As I brought my hand to my waist, Doah’s body trembled, as if she understood what I meant.
“…Are you okay with this?”
This was my final warning to her.
This was her last chance to stop me.
Wanting a clear answer, I stared at her intently.
Doah seemed burdened by my gaze and tried to look away, but her mouth gave an answer that contradicted her posture.
“…Yes.”
Having confirmed that this was all Doah’s fault from beginning to end, I unbuttoned my pants without hesitation.
They slid down with a soft rustle.
Inside my loose boxer shorts, their not-so-loose contents stood rigidly at attention.
“…Want me to take them off for you?”
Doah seemed to dislike that idea, slowly pulling her own pants down with her hands.
Her skin seemed to get paler the further in I looked; her thighs were so white they reminded me of a vampire who had never once seen the light of day.
The only piece of fabric protecting her body now was a lone pair of pink panties, its matching top lost somewhere on the floor.
The bra that had once completed the set was now rolling around somewhere on the ground.
We closed our eyes and our lips met, but below them, far more sensual maneuvers were taking place.
I guided Doah’s hand over my underwear, and my body shivered.
The sensation of her small hand caressing me there sent a jolt through me that was on a completely different level from doing it myself.
“Oppa…”
The moment our lips parted, Doah kept calling for me like a baby bird calling for its mother.
And my hand moved to a deeper place on her…
The last piece of cloth covering our bodies disappeared beneath the sheets.
I sat up and headed for a place no one had ever explored before: her lower lips.
Unable to overcome her embarrassment, Doah covered her face with both hands.
My first impression upon seeing her intimate flesh was…
How lovely it was.
Did Doah’s body only consist of white and light pink?
Aside from the fine hairs nestled above her vulva, Doah was surely a being composed of just those two colors.
I stuck out my tongue and touched her clitoris, and her hips flinched.
She reacted like a child being tickled.
Since she didn't tell me to stop, I left a deep, wet kiss on her lower lips.
As if resonating with my tongue, the female genitalia I was seeing for the first time in person slowly began to moisten.
At some point, fluids other than my own saliva began to be secreted, and soon they started to leave a faint stain on the bedsheet.
“Hah…”
When I thought enough prep work had been done, I lifted my head. Doah immediately wrapped her arms around the back of my neck and pulled me down with a fierce gravity.
Our bodies naturally pressed together.
And now, not even a thin membrane stood between us.
The tip of my highly sensitive glans touched her vulva.
The sticky, erotic fluid seemed to be beckoning me to enter.
Doah’s lips were moving ceaselessly.
Just as I tensed my lower abdomen to finally push in…
“…Condom.”
Doah, who had been passive the whole time, sat up, her hair a mess.
“You have to wear a condom.”
She got off the bed, opened her wallet, and tried to hand me a plastic wrapper identical to the one she had left at my house before.
The view of her back in the process was truly…
It held a kind of eroticism that Luka could never provide.
Her light brown hair cascaded over her pale, naked form, and below it, her perky bottom.
Instinct paralyzed thought and spurred me to action.
“Oppa?”
I grabbed her buttocks without warning, and Doah looked up at me with a startled expression.
At the same time, the small plastic wrapper fell to the floor.
I pulled her in by the waist with one arm and kissed her. Doah made a muffled sound but closed her eyes again.
“I told you to wear a co-condom, why…”
Doah hung her head low, as if she couldn't understand my actions.
I bent down, picked up the condom, tore open the packaging, and rolled it onto my hardened member.
“…Because you’re beautiful.”
If she was looking for a reason, that was all I could say.
Doah’s naked body was truly far more beautiful than I had ever imagined, so I was able to say those cheesy words with complete sincerity.
“It’s because you’re so beautiful.”
“Ugh… uh… ah…”
Making incomprehensible noises, Doah gently grabbed my wrist and led me back to the bed.
“…Because I’m scared.”
She turned off all the lights in the room and whispered in the darkness.
“You have to be gentle.”
Doah had no idea.
She had no idea how much a request like that could drive a man wild.