Chapter 63
Chapter 63
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 63
Chapter Title: This is Sex (2)
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“Haaah... Nghh. Hiiik...”
Breaths spilling out uncontrollably, laced with arousal, regardless of her own will.
Ryu Jia gritted her teeth at Yang Woo-bin's hands shamelessly fondling her sensitive spots, but moans escaped her lips all the same.
Being toyed with so one-sidedly by someone else—by a man, no less—was something utterly unacceptable to Ryu Jia, raised in the Ryu family.
But even if her mind rejected it, her body had already surrendered to his touch. All she could do was clench her teeth and try her best to stifle her moans.
“Mm, right here.”
Squish.
As if refusing to let her hold back, Yang Woo-bin's thick, sturdy fingers zeroed in on Ryu Jia's weak points, pressing, rubbing, and kneading relentlessly, ravaging her flesh.
“Uguuuuh...!”
An Ada like Ryu Jia never stood a chance against the touch of a golden-tanned thug like Yang Woo-bin.
All she could do now was grit her teeth until he applied even a bit of pressure, then let vulgar moans pour from her lips, broadcasting how intensely she was feeling it—too much to even suppress her voice.
“Haa, haa. U, uheeeek...! Ngghuuut...!”
The unfamiliar sensation of having everything controlled by her opponent, forced to move at his whim.
For Ryu Jia, who had lived her life worshipped as an overwhelming powerhouse, this dominated feeling hit even harder.
'I had no idea about this... I didn't know...! It's weird... Every time the newbie's hands touch me, my body heats up like fire...!'
Her body, drenched in sweat from head to toe, grew even more sensitive with every touch from Yang Woo-bin.
The more he touched her, the better it felt, her heart pounding, body burning—if this kept up, she really might never go back to her old self.
“U, uguut... N-Newbie. N-Now, stop...”
So, even as waves of pleasure crashed over her like a tsunami, Ryu Jia forced her mouth and vocal cords to move, trying to beg Yang Woo-bin to stop.
Squish.
But Yang Woo-bin effortlessly crushed her desperate, all-out resistance with a single finger.
“Guhoooook...!?!?”
Pressing his thumb into her surprisingly soft flesh despite her strength, then circling clockwise, drew a cheap, un-senior-like moan from her lips.
“Huuueeeet...”
Instead of feeling shame for letting out such sounds, the overwhelming pleasure left her half out of her mind, just panting breathlessly. Yang Woo-bin smirked and asked,
“What now?”
“Hah...!”
Only after hearing the question did Ryu Jia snap half her wits back. Her face flushed from the heat, she turned to look at Yang Woo-bin.
“Ugh...”
Unlike her sweat-soaked, thoroughly played-with body, Yang Woo-bin hadn't broken a sweat or even quickened his breath. Realizing she was utterly outmatched, Ryu Jia felt it deep in her bones.
The absolute underdog position, felt for the first time by someone born a natural powerhouse like Ryu Jia.
This situation, where control was completely handed over to the other side, was something she'd never even imagined in her life—utterly ridiculous to her.
“Were you saying we should stop? Should we?”
But somehow, this absurd situation didn't feel all that bad.
Her body already aflame from pleasures she'd never known, Ryu Jia—fallen to the golden-tanned thug's masterful touch—curled her lips into a dopey smile and replied,
“N-No. Keep going... please...”
The moment Ryu Jia first realized defeat could feel this good.
No longer thinking of resisting, she decided to fully accept his big, firm, warm, attentive hands. Releasing all tension, she entrusted her entire body to him.
“...Heh.”
Watching her body go limp in real time, strength draining away, Yang Woo-bin knew the fruit was fully ripe.
Everything going perfectly to plan, he smirked, shifting his hands for stronger, deeper stimulation.
“Okay. Looks like your lower back muscles are all loosened up now. Time for your upper back. This is the real deal. It'll feel on a whole different level from the waist.”
From waist to back.
“It felt that good already... and now you say it'll be even better? If I take this, won't I really turn weird...?”
“That's why this is sex. Why do you think we distinguish between adas—who've never known sex—and hudas—who have? It's because that brand-new experience turns you into a completely different person.”
“R-Right...”
Placing his thumbs along her spine between her shoulder blades on either side, Yang Woo-bin soothed the slightly scared Ryu Jia—who still couldn't hide her ada-like anxiety—with flowery words promising even more pleasure.
She nodded along obediently, but her unease lingered.
“You begged me to teach you sex, to let you experience it, right, Chief? Said you were ready to become a huda. So steel yourself. And no need to be that scared. Becoming a huda just broadens your worldview through this new experience.”
Even that last bit of anxiety melted away at the words of Yang Woo-bin, self-proclaimed fuckboy king and golden-tanned thug sex expert.
“Y-Yeah. Got it, newbie. I'll toughen up. Whew, come on. Rub my back... quick...”
Shaking off her fears, Ryu Jia gathered her courage and fully surrendered her body to Yang Woo-bin.
At her words, he wasted no time working his hands on her back. The cool wave of pleasure spreading through her body made her unleash vulgar moans again, curling her toes tight and trembling all over.
'Th-This is real foreplay... the start of sex called caressing... Living without knowing how good this feels was such a waste...!'
Deeply regretting her 21 years without knowing true caressing, Ryu Jia rejoiced at finally becoming a huda.
Squish, squish.
“Uhiiiik...! Th-There, right there it feels so gooood...! Keep pressing like thaaat...!”
“Here? Whew, your muscles are really knotted up. No wonder, sleeping on the couch instead of a bed every night. I'll circle clockwise to loosen 'em.”
“Uguuuuh... G-Good, clockwise feels so gooood...”
Of course, what Ryu Jia was actually receiving from Yang Woo-bin wasn't foreplay or caressing—it was just a regular massage. She was still a pure ada, hymen intact.
His massage skills were just so transcendent that she was moaning and deluding herself.
Anyway, after about 30 minutes, Yang Woo-bin's “caressing” (massage) finally ended.
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“Hey, newbie... That caressing you just did. You'll do it again next time, right?”
About three minutes after the back massage—no, caressing—ended, Ryu Jia, whose body and mind had turned putty-soft from the first-time sensation, snapped to and immediately snuggled right up beside me.
Her skin still warm from the massage—not caressing—sweat beading on her forehead and neck, she looked every bit the female radiating post-coital bliss pheromones.
Her voice still husky with lingering pleasure, her slightly anxious tone, even the content of her question begging for a promise of more—it all screamed a bitch thoroughly satisfied after a round of real sex.
“...”
“Wh-Why no answer? Say something, newbie... You'll do it again, right? Yeah? Huh?”
Seeing her instantly get anxious and start prodding just because I stayed quiet for a second, only one thought crossed my mind.
Holy shit, it actually worked.
My goal was to blow her mind with an insanely good massage, making her think it was real foreplay. But I didn't expect it to land this well.
Amazed at my own bottomless technique, I flashed a bright smile at the anxiously gazing Ryu Jia and replied,
“Of course. I promised to turn you into a seasoned huda chief, didn't I? You've got a long way to go, so I'll caress you plenty more times.”
“Really...? Thanks, newbie! You're the only one!”
Squeeze-!
Satisfied with my smile and answer, Ryu Jia hugged my right arm tight to her warm, soft chest, thanking me.
I could feel every detail of her big, plush, perky tits deforming against my firm arm.
But even in this ecstatic situation, my curse kept my lower half silent, leaving me with nothing but rage toward my family.
“Alright, foreplay's done, and your body's all heated up. Time for the main event. Get up, Chief. I'll teach that body of yours about the real core of sex: penetration.”
“Ah.”
All I could do in Dabcheon now was drag my family down, and for that, I had to use Ryu Jia thoroughly.
Reigniting my vengeance, I pulled my arm from her embrace, stood, and told her to get up.
“P-Penetration...! Putting something in? Y-You mean that thing where a dick goes into a pussy...?”
Tensing up ada-style at my words, Ryu Jia asked back. I grinned and answered,
“I'll explain the details when we get there. Let's move. To the dining hall.”
Time to show her what real sex was.