Chapter 64
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 64
Dokyun’s hand slid down, tracing a path until it reached Eun-ah’s inner thigh.
Feeling the dampness at his fingertips, Dokyun let a crooked smile play on his lips as he spoke.
“You pervert.”
“Hngh…!”
Her body flinched against his, trembling. A moment later, she lifted her head, her eyes burning with arousal as she stared at him, silently urging him on.
“F-faster…”
Her hand, which had been clutching his collar, began to tap against her own chest. He watched the motion for a moment before tickling her thigh with his fingers and speaking again.
“But…”
Dokyun paused, his gaze sweeping over her flushed form.
“Where exactly are you talking about?” he asked, his tone deliberately mischievous.
At his playful question, her eyes began to glisten with tears.
“U-up… up there…”
“Up where?”
Her lips trembled.
Her hands fluttered, unsure of what to do.
After a moment’s hesitation, she buried her face in his chest and whispered.
“My… my pussy…”
Having finally managed to get the word out, she lifted her head again until their noses were touching, her eyes meeting his.
“P-praise my pussy… please…!”
The sight of her face, contorted with shame, was captivating.
Even so, the way she moved her legs, trying to guide his hand between her thighs, made his own lust simmer.
Tap.
The instant his fingertip touched the mound of her pussy, he felt her body jolt and tremble.
“Hngh…!”
A strangled moan escaped from between her clenched teeth. Dokyun felt the blood rush to his groin and moved his hand again, stroking the top of her pussy.
His fingers slid once over the slick flesh, thoroughly soaked in her juices.
“Heut…!”
Then, he traced the slit with his middle finger, sliding all the way up to flick the hard little nub he found at the top.
“Kkhk!”
With a sharp jerk, a cry tore from her lips.
Her first orgasm.
Gush—!
A powerful surge of fluid drenched his palm, and he could feel the trembling of her thighs through his fingertips.
Her eyes were wide, as if they might tear, and a single, pathetic teardrop clung to the corner of one.
Below, her parted lips revealed a row of perfect teeth.
Dokyun watched her for a moment, feeling a searing heat rise within him again. He spoke, his voice laced with amusement.
“Already?”
“Huuuh…”
The only answer to his question was a ragged gasp.
She continued to tremble and moan for a moment before the hand that had been clutching her dress shot out, wrapping around his waist as she exhaled a hot breath.
“More… more…!”
As if that wasn't nearly enough, a shaky smile bloomed on her lips as she began to plead again.
In that instant, Dokyun felt the heat in the bedroom intensify.
Her hot breath settled on his neck, its humidity spreading through his entire body. Her arms tightened, squeezing his waist.
His fingers, resting on her mound, were caught in the press of her flesh as she moved, becoming slick and soaked.
His throat felt dry.
Feeling an unidentifiable thirst parch his throat, Dokyun kept the smile on his face as he continued.
“Such an impatient pussy.”
Maybe I’ve spoiled her. I shouldn’t give in to her every demand like this.
As he was thinking this, Eun-ah pressed herself against him again, burying her face in the crook of his neck and renewing her pleas.
“F-faster…”
Squeeze—!
She clamped her thighs together, tightening her grip on his hand and making her desires perfectly clear.
Dokyun felt his thirst worsen. He lowered his head and silenced her incessant lips with his own.
He felt the touch of her soft lips, and then her tongue slipped past his teeth, beginning to explore the inside of his mouth.
Slurp.
The hot, wet muscle darted around his mouth as if it owned the place. When Dokyun cracked his eyes open, he saw her, eyes squeezed shut, pressing herself desperately toward him.
“Pfft…!”
A laugh escaped him.
It wasn’t a mocking laugh. It was just that her impatient, desperate clinging, as if she were in some kind of hurry, struck him as oddly cute, and the laugh had slipped out on its own.
The laugh, carried on his breath, reached her. She opened her eyes and looked at him, seeing the amusement on his face.
“Hehe…”
Her eyes curved into crescents as she smiled.
Thump. Thump.
Her smile made his heart start to misbehave. For a moment, he felt a sense of trouble brewing.
Then, a wave of lust, incomparably stronger than before, washed over him. He pushed the fingers that were already between her thighs deep inside her, beginning to stimulate her.
His fingers plunged into her, scraping down along the thoroughly slick vaginal wall.
“Mmph…!”
A muffled moan came from their joined lips.
Her hips began to lift slightly, and at her movement, Dokyun’s fingers moved again.
Once more, his fingers drove deep inside her. He found the slight indentation on the front wall of her vagina and pressed firmly.
“Bbeup!”
A startled gasp escaped her. The inside of her vagina began to convulse, releasing another flood of sticky fluid.
Her hips arched, and the strength vanished from the arms wrapped around him.
Gush—.
Her second orgasm.
Feeling her insides clench and massage his fingers, Dokyun pulled his lips away from hers and spoke, his voice full of laughter.
“You came again.”
“Kkhhh…”
A shrill moan escaped her, weak and breathless. Dokyun felt a deep sense of satisfaction bloom within him.
The spot he had just touched was one of her pleasure points he’d discovered during their time together. Her entire body was sensitive, but that spot was especially so; a place where just a light touch could make her come. He had pressed it firmly, so the stimulation must have been much stronger than before.
The satisfaction of learning another one of her secrets, of knowing he had pleased her, filled him completely. Just then, he felt the heat radiating from her body intensify.
Was it still not enough? After trembling for a long while, she wrapped her arms around his neck again and whispered in his ear.
“N-now… do it…!”
Her voice was melting with heat.
Dokyun felt the corners of his mouth lift on their own. He patted her back and asked a question.
“Do what? I think I’m done praising your pussy.”
“Huuu…!”
Squeeze—.
The arms around his neck tightened. After making a small, pouting sound, she pulled her head back from his neck and continued, her face scrunched up.
“N-not yet…!”
Her face, her slurred words, all of it said it wasn’t enough.
A playful urge rose in Dokyun again. He shifted his gaze to the bedsheet, which was soaked with the juices she’d spilled, and spoke.
“Even if I wanted to do more, I don’t think we can with the bed this wet, can we?”
“Huh…?”
At his words, her head tilted down slightly.
She looked at the sheet for a moment, then at her own soaked dress, and with a jolt of realization, she pulled away from him.
“Oh, no…!”
Startled by her sudden movement, Dokyun watched as she frantically began to take off the one-piece dress she was wearing.
“I-it can’t get wet…!”
“Ah.”
Only then did he remember: he was the one who had given her that dress.
Dokyun felt a flicker of surprise.
Once she clung to him, especially when they started having sex, she never wanted to separate. For her to pull away in such a panic was a strange, unfamiliar sensation.
Did she really hate the idea of the dress getting wet that much?
A brief feeling of gratitude that she cherished his gift so much was quickly followed by a sense of irritation. He moved toward her as she stood with her back to him, folding the dress, and wrapped his arms around her from behind, squeezing her breasts firmly.
“Kk-hit?!”
A startled cry escaped her at his sudden pounce.
“I’m hurt.”
At his words, she turned her head to look up at him. Dokyun continued.
“Is that dress more important than me?”
“N-no…!”
After a flinch, she turned her body completely and hugged him tightly.
“Y-you’re more… Honeybee, you’re the most important…!”
As she spoke, hugging him close, the irritation he’d felt—or to be honest, the jealousy that had reared its head—vanished without a trace.
The soft feeling of her body pressing against his brought a wave of pleasure, which was quickly followed by a sense of futility.
What am I even doing? The sight of himself getting jealous of a piece of clothing, not even a person, was so ridiculous that he felt empty for a moment. Then, a phrase he’d heard somewhere came to mind.
Love makes a fool of you.
It fit his current state perfectly.
Another chuckle escaped him. As he stroked her back for a moment, he noticed her fumbling with the buttons of the dress shirt he was wearing.
She seemed to be trying to be sneaky about it, but her movements were so obvious. He watched her for a moment, and when their eyes met, she blushed and mumbled an excuse.
“I-it’ll be damp if I wear it…”
She lowered her head as she spoke, but her hands continued to diligently unbutton his shirt.
His chest felt ticklish.
Everything she did set his insides on fire. He had no time to stop smiling.
“Really?”
“R-really…!”
Dokyun chuckled at her response, patting her back as he spoke again.
“Well then, once we’re both naked, we should go to sleep. Right?”
“Uhm…?”
“We can’t get anything else wet, after all.”
His playful words made her blush all the way to her neck. She mumbled her lips for a moment before managing a reply.
“I-it’s fine if we’re naked…”
Her hands, having finished with his shirt, were now undoing his pants.
“Th-there’s nothing to get wet…”
He felt his waist loosen, and then her hand slipped inside his underwear and began to stroke his cock.
Feeling himself grow hard at the touch of her slender fingers, Dokyun looked at her and asked another question.
“What about the bed?”
“W-we can just change the sheets…”
One of her hands was still stripping off his clothes, while the other was stroking his cock.
After rubbing him for a moment, she gently bumped her head against his chest and whispered.
“Y-you praised my pussy… so n-now I have to praise your cock, Honeybee…!”
Did she want to start a praise relay?
As an excuse, it was a little flimsy, but she seemed quite satisfied with it. She giggled softly and began to knead his cock.
“You’re going to praise me?”
“Mhm… I-I’ll praise your cock, Honeybee…”
After saying that, she created a moment of silence before lifting her head from his chest and continuing.
“I-I’ll praise it with my pussy…”
Her breath was hot against his ear.
The face at the edge of his vision was aimed at him, a melting smile on her lips.
“Sounds like you’re the one getting praised, Eun-ah.”
“N-no, I’m not…?”
Flinch.
He felt the hand gripping his cock tremble, and her eyes, which had been on him, darted to the side.
Even while feigning innocence, she had started to slyly press her body against his, and before he knew it, she was climbing on top of him.
She had been diligently undressing him even as they talked, and now that he was naked, she mounted him, grinding her clitoris against his cock and letting out a heated breath.
“Hut…! I-I have to praise Honeybee’s cock too… w-with my pussy…!”
He could see the crooked smile on her lips.
As she pressed her body tightly against his, he could feel her soft breasts squish against his chest.
Her hips were now moving with an obvious rhythm, and he could feel his cock being coated in a thick layer of her juices.
She ground her pussy against him for a moment longer, then lifted her hips high, sliding her slit over the length of his shaft once before positioning the tip of his cock at her entrance.
Her voice, thick and wet with heat, bored into his ear.
The words that had, at some point, become a rule just for the two of them.
When it was time for penetration.
“Th-thank you for the meal…!”
You must say grace.