Chapter 127

Translator: MadScientist

Chapter: 127

Chapter Title: Jennifer's Seduction Gambit

Perhaps...

"Phew... I can do this. You can do this. Seduce him properly, you got it."

Jennifer muttered softly to herself in front of the mirror, like she was hypnotizing herself.

"Jennifer?"

She flinched at the voice from outside, her shoulders jerking up in surprise, then nodded at her reflection with resolute eyes.

"Yeah! Coming right out!"

Absorbing the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠moisture from her hands with a soft luxury towel, Jennifer mentally reviewed her plan one last time.

This was the result of late-night discussions on the community forums with some fellow warriors.

The first operation was named: 'Even with moans this lewd, you won't pounce?'

According to her comrades, men got especially emboldened by a woman's moans.

But naturalness was key to this plan.

If she got caught faking an orgasm, even mid-act, disaster could strike and everything might grind ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to a halt.

To achieve that 'naturalness,' she'd scoured ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and studied countless audiovisual resources.

"Alright. Let's do this."

She'd even succeeded in inviting Jung Woo-jin to her house today, so now it was really happening.

The possibility of a 'slightly filthy romance' was starting to take shape right before her eyes.

With the firm resolve not to let Jung Woo-jin leave her house tonight, Jennifer stepped out ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of the bathroom.

"Hey, Woo-jin. How about we try it lying on the bed today? I spilled some milk on the sofa..."

This was Jennifer's house.

And I was in Jennifer's bedroom.

Applying a small amount of aroma oil like a massage, stimulating her breasts and nipples.

"Ah, ahn, ang, ahang...!"

"......"

The moment I started touching her, a sudden voice made my body freeze instinctively.

Just in case, I twirled my fingers around her nipple to test.

"Eung, heut, ahn...!!"

"......"

I hadn't misheard.

The sounds started the instant I applied the oil and began the slow massage—what the hell...?

Input and output, something was seriously twisted somewhere.

It wasn't impossible, I suppose.

I'd never seen it myself, but somewhere in the world, there might be women who climax from a little breast play...

But at the very least, that wasn't Jennifer.

How should I handle this brazen vixen?

First things first, I felt the need to correct those utterly botched 'moans.'

God knows where she learned them, but anything but those awkward noises.

I needed to make her produce real, uncontrollable 'moans.'

"Aang, ahut, eung, ang, ahang...!"

Tuning out Jennifer's increasingly unbearable sounds, I began seriously targeting her nipples.

Her luscious breasts glistening with massage oil. The ripe fruit at their centers.

Jennifer's perky nipples, so chewy and satisfying to touch, I pressed down firmly with my fingers and circled them.

"Eut?!"

To heighten sensitivity, it's better if the body is warm, so I'd covered her lower half with a blanket.

As I stimulated her nipples in earnest, she started squirming under the covers, her body itching.

The first lesson wasn't meaningless after all.

Every time I teased, stroked, and pinched her nipples gently, Jennifer began responding with fine tremors.

"Eut, ahut...?!"

Finally starting to normalize, perhaps.

The sounds leaking from Jennifer's lips were finally becoming tolerable.

'Th-this... feels weird...'

It started as a ticklish sensation.

But as time passed, that tickle turned into a burning heat, like her skin was scorching.

And now.

Every place Jung Woo-jin's hands caressed felt like electric jolts shooting through her.

"Ah, ahat, heut...?!"

Jennifer wanted to rip off the blindfold and scream right then.

What the hell are you doing to my body?

It wasn't just where his hands brushed.

Heat rose all over, sweat beading on her neck and underarms, and she desperately wanted to kick off the blanket.

"W-Woo-jin. Wait, j-just a sec. Hahuk...?!"

She couldn't control her body.

Her hips and waist kept heating up, her toes curling tight.

And above all.

'What do I do, what do I do, what do I do...!'

Because her panties were soaked through, uncomfortably sticky.

No, her precious place was burning so hot she couldn't even think about the stickiness.

It was demanding something uncontrollably.

"Kut, keuhut...?!"

Jennifer shook her head wildly, resisting the zaps of sensation, but.

Squish-!

The moment both nipples were crushed simultaneously by his touch.

"Hak, haaak...?!"

With a dizzying sensation like her brain was being pulverized, something that shouldn't leak from below... did.

Splurt, splish-!

"Eut, eugeuk...!!"

Jennifer desperately curled up and slammed on the brakes midway, succeeding somehow.

But intense shame made her tremble all over.

'D-did I... just squirt...? In front of Woo-jin...?'

Her jaw chattered so hard she could barely speak, but Jennifer forced herself to convey her intent straight.

"W-Woo-jin. Let's take a break. I-I need the bathroom..."

"Sure. Got it."

"Th-thanks. Just a sec..."

A strange mix of regret and relief washed over her as she slipped into the bathroom and locked the door, then squatted right there.

"Hah... What do I do, seriously..."

The sensation had felt so vivid it wasn't a lie—under her dress, her panties were genuinely drenched and sticky.

Jennifer groaned, forehead in hand, in despair.

'He didn't hear that, right...?'

The final moment.

Thank god she'd stopped midway, or it would've been a total catastrophe.

'But those Japanese ladies in the videos just gushed clear streams... Is that different from pee...?'

As she pondered how much more she had to learn.

Jennifer realized her fingers were gently stroking her folds and yanked them away in shock.

"......"

Her left fingers, always kept with short nails for guitar, were coated in sticky fluid.

Jennifer stretched and played with the fluid between two fingers, then tentatively brought it to her mouth.

"...Tastes weird..."

If anything, like vinegar.

Not that sour or fishy, but in that ballpark.

Jennifer hiked up the hem of her dress to inspect her sex closely.

The familiar folds looked strangely new today.

Sticky fluid kept leaking from her entrance, twitching involuntarily now and then.

"...So, that's where it goes in...?"

Jennifer stood and faced the bathroom mirror.

Her flushed face.

Resolve filled the girl's eyes staring intently back at her.

Jennifer yanked off the dress she'd been holding, even the soaked panties.

Gazing at her now fully nude white body, she whispered.

"Tonight, I absolutely won't let you leave..."

Her nipples, erect from his touch.

Pussy juices flowing nonstop from lewd thoughts.

If she were a man, she couldn't leave a body this slutty alone, she was sure.

Jennifer cracked open the bathroom door and peeked her head out.

The door from bedroom to living room was still closed, and Jung Woo-jin's faint voice drifted from the living room as he talked on the phone.

She crept carefully to the door, ear pressed to listen.

- This week might be tough...

Even as she listened to the voice outside, her fingers fidgeted restlessly.

"Ha, haa..."

She hadn't learned exactly how from any video.

Instinct guided her hands automatically.

She rubbed the sticky fluid from her entrance over her folds, then gently caressed the slick slit.

Starting from the outside slowly, cautiously slipping a finger in a bit.

"Heut..."

- Pretty busy right now. Next week?

Sounded like scheduling something.

'Going for an audition?'

As the lead in a drama, she couldn't do simultaneous shoots easily, but Jung Woo-jin seemed capable of two at once.

'I've never seen Woo-jin NG anyway.'

Meanwhile.

- Okay. Got it. Hanging up first.

The voice from outside cut off.

"......"

Now was the timing for the second operation.

Named: 'So soaked like this, you won't devour it?'

The suggestion from an anonymous comrade: No man ignores a woman dripping right in front of him.

For Jennifer, who'd scrapped several plans from her own fluster.

This was her final bastion.

Creeeak-.

Opening the bedroom door, Jung Woo-jin, standing calmly in the living room, turned to her.

"Woo-jin, um..."

She saw his pupils dilate instantly.

"It's too ticklish, so... is there sensation training for down here too...?"