Chapter 128
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 128
Chapter Title: Feel It Properly (♡)
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Feel it properly. (♡)
“......”
“......”
A silence so profound it was terrifying.
In a sensation as if time itself was dragging its feet, only the pounding of heartbeats urged things onward.
- It's so ticklish... Is there no sensory training that avoids stimulating this spot...?
She'd somehow managed to get the words out, but the ensuing silence was beyond anything she'd anticipated.
Jung Woo-jin's eyes, as he stood motionless in the living room holding up his smartphone from their recent call, were eerily calm for the situation.
Incredibly serene.
“Uh...”
The body that had been burning uncontrollably just moments ago cooled in an instant.
Embarrassment flooding her from head to toe, she instinctively moved to close the door when—
Only then.
Jung Woo-jin began approaching with deliberate steps.
“This is a bit unexpected... So, yeah.”
Before the striding Jung Woo-jin, Jennifer felt like prey staring into a predator's eyes—utterly unable to move.
The ferocity he exuded, as if he might pounce on her at any second, was utterly unfamiliar.
“This is you begging me to fuck you, right?”
Though their eyes met, no words came as suddenly his hand seized her crotch.
Grab—.
The held breath exploded out at the unforeseen roughness.
“Eek?!”
“Soaking wet already? Looks like you were expecting this a lot.”
Just as she'd done behind the door, Jung Woo-jin's fingers began gently stroking her pussy.
'Th-this...?'
A strangely familiar hand motion.
But Jung Woo-jin's touch delivered stimulation on an entirely different level from when she pleasured herself alone.
'Th-thick...'
Unlike her own fingers, each thick joint stimulated her vaginal walls, brushed her labia, rubbing...
Then plunged deep into places she'd never felt before.
“Ha, haa...?!”
Dizzy for a moment, Jennifer clutched his forearm for support, but her body was gradually pushed back.
“Eut, haeut, ah, it hurts...!”
Because Jung Woo-jin had pinched one of her nipples with his other hand while shoving her.
“A naughty student who can't focus in class needs some discipline.”
Endlessly pushed back, Jennifer felt her upper thigh hit the bed's edge and toppled onto it.
“Kyaa?!”
Her vision flipped in an instant.
And into that inverted view came Jung Woo-jin's face.
“Ready to pay the price for teasing me? Looks like you are to me.”
“......”
Jennifer fell silent, staring at Jung Woo-jin's hand before her eyes.
Fingers coated in her own viscous fluids kept advancing toward her face.
“What do you think?”
The sticky fluid on his fingers trailed across her cheek to her tightly pressed lips.
At the tapping sensation urging her to open,
Jennifer parted her lips unwittingly, and his finger slipped inside as if waiting.
“Mmum...”
Was it the mood?
She'd tasted her own juices in the bathroom before, yet now...
It wasn't vinegary and fishy—it was the thrilling taste of excitement.
Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-.
After playfully stirring her mouth, his finger withdrew.
Jennifer exhaled and said,
“H-hurry...”
“Hurry what?”
“Y-you know. Th-that...”
“That?”
“......”
Frustrated by his constant echoing, she reached out impatiently, but
Jung Woo-jin dodged her hand and stepped back.
Which revealed to Jennifer's eyes...
“...Gasp.”
A truly massive thing.
Far more grotesque than anything she'd seen in yesterday's research on male actors...
“Oh my god, Woo-jin... Why is this... so huge?!”
Blinking rapidly to check if she was seeing wrong, Jung Woo-jin's cock still throbbed, standing imposingly.
Jung Woo-jin grabbed her arm, pulling her up as he said,
“Lick it.”
Jennifer leaned in to obey, but
“Wh-what...?!”
Got slapped across the face by Jung Woo-jin's restless dick, retreating in a daze.
“Hold it with your hand and lick the head.”
“Ah...! Hold it with my hand...”
Jennifer extended her hand cautiously, like touching a snake.
And finally grasping Jung Woo-jin's shaft, she shouted,
“I-I got it! I have it!”
“Now lick.”
“Okay...”
Jennifer gripped his cock so tightly her fingertips whitened, then carefully brought her face close.
Lick—.
She stuck out her tongue and lightly licked the mushroom-shaped glans.
“Salty...?”
It was salty with a slight sticky texture, but coming from him, there was no revulsion.
Instead, curiosity and joy welled up.
As she tentatively licked again to taste the 'precum,' Jung Woo-jin suddenly lifted her body.
No, lifted her and spun her around, pressing her belly to the bed.
“You'll need a lot more training. But a mistake is a mistake.”
The voice from behind her.
“Eek?!”
Something heavy touched her precious place, then smoothly slid in.
And bit by bit. Then a little more.
“Wh-what, whaaat...?!!”
A foreign sensation she'd never known.
Her mouth gaped at the relentless, slow intrusion.
But Jung Woo-jin's cock, entering gradually, halted at some point.
Relief was fleeting; anxiety surged as if something would barge in any second.
“Ah, aaa...!!”
She vividly felt the glans she'd just licked pressing against the thin membrane inside her.
'Wh-what do I do. It hurts, everyone said it hurts...!'
Jennifer tensed her abdomen, exhaling in agony, her hands clutching the sheets as if to tear them.
“U, uuu...”
“Feel it properly. It's a sensation you'll never feel again.”
Like during sensory training, with narration-like words, Jung Woo-jin yanked her waist sharply.
Splurt—!
Her barrier tore.
“Aaaahhh—!!”
****
A massive mansion like a palace unto itself.
Click-clack—.
Melody, who had debuted as a model in the entertainment world, arrived at the banquet hall entrance with poised steps down the grand corridor.
“Miss, you've arrived.”
Melody raised a hand in greeting to the man in crisp butler attire.
“Hey, uncle.”
The butler smiled faintly at her greeting and opened the banquet hall door.
“Please, come in.”
“Thanks.”
Straightening her posture as if it were the most natural thing, Melody stepped through the open door.
It wasn't frequent, but today was the Burns family's 'family dinner.'
Avoiding the busy New Year's Day.
A gathering for New Year's greetings and settling affairs to start the year.
Click-clack—.
“It's Melody.”
Those already seated at the long dining table greeted her politely.
“Aunt, Uncle. Hello!”
Melody returned the greeting and took her seat at the place with her nameplate.
Nameplates arranged at each spot.
Though called a 'family dinner,' not everyone could attend, so only key retainers held at least one seat each.
Thus, the atmosphere was formal.
A subtle tension etched the faces of those present.
Once everyone had arrived and filled the table, leaving only the head seat empty.
Clunk—.
The door opposite the entrance opened.
Along with it appeared Dwight Burns, his face weathered with age.
“Ahem...”
Dwight entered with a displeased grimace, but upon spotting Melody, his face spread into a broad smile as he boomed,
“Melody, you've come?”
“Grandpa!”
Melody sprang from her seat and rushed into Dwight's arms.
Dwight chuckled heartily, patting her shoulder in satisfaction.
“You rascal. You seem prettier every time I see you. Good. Keeping an eye on good projects?”
“Yes, I'm being more selective this time.”
“Hoho. Excellent. No need to appear in everything. Picking quality ones to preserve your image is better long-term. You're doing well.”
As the grandfather and granddaughter chatted amiably,
The retainers at the table watched in silence—a peculiar scene,
yet familiar enough that no one showed surprise.
“Alright. Melody, we'll talk more after. Head back to your seat.”
Dwight, unable to hide his fondness, sent her back reluctantly.
Then shot a displeased glance at the woman beside her.
“Tch.”
Her nameplate read 'Susan Burns.'
To Dwight, Susan was merely the insolent woman who'd changed her surname after his son's death, but he refrained from escalating due to her granddaughter beside her.
“Now, eat. We'll talk after the meal.”
Only then, with Dwight's permission,
Did the clinking of utensils begin to echo through the banquet hall.