This Is the Taste
In the darkened room, Gwang-deok's heart hammered wildly as he crawled up onto the bed.
She accepted me.
He repeated the words to himself again and again.
Letting a fully grown man into a one-room apartment where a girl lived alone—and allowing him to sleep beside her—meant she was prepared for whatever might happen. That was the only normal way to take it.
Gwang-deok took it that way, and now he was quietly climbing onto the bed.
He eased himself up and slowly drew back the blanket that covered her to the shoulders, as if taking care not to wake Ju Han-yeong should she be asleep. Yet he already expected she was not sleeping.
The blanket slid away with a soft rustle, revealing Ju Han-yeong lying there in a white T-shirt and sleep pants. From his prone position he edged closer to her face, faintly visible in the darkness.
"Han-yeong..."
He called her name softly.
"......"
No answer.
"Are you... asleep?"
He whispered it again.
"......"
Still nothing.
Perhaps deciding to grow bolder, Gwang-deok slowly lowered his head and brushed his lips against the white, smooth nape of her neck. It would not have been strange if she had startled and shoved him away, yet Ju Han-yeong remained still.
Seeing her offer no resistance at all, he began putting into practice the things he had "studied" while watching videos on his own. He extended his tongue and licked her nape gently, as if caressing it, while his hand softly massaged the breasts that swelled beneath the T-shirt.
Is this how you do it?
He touched her body while recalling scenes from the porn and hentai that floated up in his mind. Even though everything was still covered by clothes and a bra, the simple fact that he was touching a woman's breasts for the first time left him deeply excited. That the girl in question was the younger sister of Ju Han-hyeok—one of Kim Kang-su's pack who had bullied him and made him their Bread Shuttle—only stoked that excitement further.
As the kneading of the soft flesh in his hands grew rougher, his face rose from her neck.
A k-kiss... should be okay, right?
He remembered how, in the videos, they naturally licked lips and kissed.
I can't back down here!
He knew perfectly well that retreating now would leave him with nothing.
Screw it. I'm doing it...
Forcing down the trembling tension in his chest, he brought his mouth to the lips of Ju Han-yeong, who lay with her eyes closed as if asleep.
The sensation.
The instant her lips touched his, every fine hair on his body stood on end and a shiver raced down his spine.
First kiss.
This was Gwang-deok's first kiss. It had not happened in any proper atmosphere, yet the feel of those lips pressed to his was undeniable proof that he was kissing right now.
Thump-thump!
His heart pounded as if it had just sprinted a hundred-meter dash at full speed.
T-tongue... I have to use my tongue...!
He knew he could not simply rest against her lips. Steadying his shaking nerves, he awkwardly pushed his tongue out and gently brushed the lips pressed to his.
So this is what a girl's lips feel like...!
It was something like lightly tracing his own lips after tasting something delicious, yet the knowledge that these were not his own lips—but those of Ju Han-yeong, that bastard Han-hyeok's little sister—made him tremble and race with excitement.
He licked her lips softly, then pushed into the slight parting between them.
A twitch.
He felt Ju Han-yeong's shoulder beneath him give a small start. Whether it did or not, Gwang-deok—already lost in the sensation—kept pressing his tongue deeper into the opening.
Teeth!
The tip of his tongue met her teeth. He licked and rubbed them gently, then forced his tongue farther still, sliding between them.
Tongue—it's a tongue!!!
In that moment he knew the soft surface touching the tip of his own tongue was unmistakably Ju Han-yeong's. The tongue that had just met his seemed to shrink back, but the already-aroused Gwang-deok only pushed deeper, rubbing against the retreating surface.
"Chup... chororop..."
And that was only the beginning. He crushed her lips with his own and drove the tongue inside in a frenzied motion, licking and grinding against teeth, gums, and tongue alike.
"Jjooop... chuk... jjuup..."
The first kiss with a woman, the raw feel of tongues sliding together, sent his dopamine surging past mere excitement into something that felt like it might explode.
"Op... oooop..."
Ju Han-yeong's muffled breaths squeezed out between the sealed lips that Gwang-deok had claimed.
"Jjuuuup..."
Only after a long while of that instinct-driven, saliva-slick kiss did he finally ease his mouth away and withdraw the tongue that had been buried inside her.
"Haa... haaaa... haaaaa..."
As their mouths parted, slender breaths escaped between Ju Han-yeong's glistening, cherry-like lips.
"Han-yeong..."
He looked down at her and called her name again. Still no reply. Her face looked as if she were sleeping—yet she was not. The ragged breathing between her lips and, above all, the way her closed eyelids trembled as though forced shut made that clear.
She's doing it because she's embarrassed...!
Gwang-deok realized Ju Han-yeong was every bit as nervous and shy as he was. Of course she was. This was her first time as well. She had only been dating her boyfriend for a week; they had not progressed far at all.
I'm a virgin, but Han-yeong is a virgin too!
The knowledge that she, like him, had never been with a man before poured courage into him. The shared tension felt almost like camaraderie.
"Han-yeong... stay still... I'll... do everything."
Claiming the lead as if he actually knew what he was doing, he lowered his head again and awkwardly claimed her lips once more.
"Chup... jjuuup... jjoooook..."
Compared with the first greedy, clumsy assault, this continuing kiss felt a little more natural as he licked her lips and slipped his tongue into the parting to taste her.
Soft and tender.
Rubbing his tongue against her retracted one, smearing saliva between them—the sensation was intoxicating.
So this is a kiss... this is what it felt like!
It was not the deep, mutual tangle of tongues he had always watched in videos, yet it was still a real saliva kiss. He could hardly believe he was the one doing it—and that the partner was none other than that bastard Han-hyeok's little sister.
"Chuk... haaa... Han-yeong... your tongue... is really soft."
"O... Oppa..."
Ju Han-yeong's closed eyes slowly opened. The corners were wet. The pupils that met his were tense, trembling. He could see how hard her heart was pounding as she accepted this moment.
Gwang-deok swallowed dryly.
"You know, right? That I'm worth more than that senior who only wants to Meokbeo you—because I've held you in my heart all this time."
With trembling eyes she slowly nodded.
"I've had a crush on you since you were in third year of middle school, when I was a high-school freshman."
He emphasized once more that this was not mere lust—that he was doing this because he sincerely liked her as his first love.
His hands slid down, caught the hem of her top, and drew it upward. A plain bra with a small ribbon came into view, cupping breasts larger than he had expected. With trembling fingers he hooked the bra as well and pulled it up. Soft flesh followed, then slipped free and settled with a heavy jiggle, fully bare.
So this is a woman's breasts.
Pale areolas crowned mounds that looked soft and springy enough to fill a hand completely. The cleavage that had once peeked from her knit sweater had not been an illusion.
Gulp.
He swallowed without meaning to. His shaking hand carefully cupped one exposed breast. The soft, yielding warmth under his fingertips sent a fresh shiver through him.
T-this is a breast!
She must have felt the trembling in his hand. He did not care. He squeezed gently, kneading the pliant flesh.
"Eut..."
A small sound escaped her. Having a man's hand on her bare breast for the first time must have felt strange. Still lost in the sensation, Gwang-deok lowered his head as if drawn and brushed the tip of his tongue across the pale areola.
"Jjuuap...!"
Then, following pure instinct, he took the pink nipple fully into his mouth and sucked hard.
"Aeut..."
Ju Han-yeong's shoulders drew in; a breath slipped past her twisted lips. The situation left her tense and embarrassed as well—yet she made no move to stop him.
"Tzuuup... chop... jjuuaaap..."
He sucked strongly at the breast that filled his mouth like soft pudding, working it with his lips and tongue.
The feel of her breast is too good... so this is why babies suck on their mothers.
As if he had become an infant again, he drew her nipple deep into his mouth while his free hand continued to knead the other breast like dough.