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I stood in front of Yang Jin-ju’s bedroom door and took a moment to steady my breathing.
Then, with trembling hands, I carefully knocked.
“...Come in.”
Her soft voice drifted out from inside.
I opened the door and stepped slowly into the room. A single small stand lamp was lit, casting a dim, cozy glow over the space.
There, Yang Jin-ju sat demurely on the bed, wearing nothing but her underwear.
As if something had taken hold of me, I crossed to her and pulled her into my arms in one sudden motion.
She let out a shy little “Hehe,” like a child, and wrapped her soft arms around my back.
After a moment I loosened the embrace and took her in with my eyes.
I had never really noticed beneath the loose clothes she usually wore, but the body before me now traced perfect curves—full, rising breasts, a narrow waist, and the generous swell of her hips below.
It was exactly the figure I had been imagining since yesterday, right here in front of me.
“Well… shall I take this off myself? Or…?”
As she spoke she hooked a finger under the strap of her bra and lifted it just slightly.
That teasing little gesture finally snapped me out of my daze. I reached around behind her and unhooked it. She laughed mischievously again.
“Did you know, Oppa? The other day Yeong-ju Unni and Nam Jin-ju and I were talking, and this came up.
That you like unwrapping the last layer yourself best of all.”
“...Y-yeah. Why is that so good, I wonder?”
I stammered, then buried my face in the full breasts that were finally completely bare.
Soft, warm, and unbelievably abundant.
She simply held my head tightly against her chest and laughed quietly.
A little later Yang Jin-ju pulled my face away from her breasts and, to my clear disappointment, brushed a feather-light kiss against my lips.
Then she sat me down on the bed and began undressing me piece by piece.
When I grew embarrassed and tried to help, she stopped me with a playful voice.
“Just stay still for a bit. I want to try it once too. I can’t always be the one receiving, can I?”
Her soft hands slid my clothes away, deliberately grazing here and there across my body as they went.
That ticklish touch had already driven the lower half of me into a state of uncontrollable, maximum arousal.
And Yang Jin-ju, finally peeling off my pants, saw it.
In one smooth motion she pulled down both my trousers and the last scrap of underwear.
Then she knelt in front of the bed, looked up at me, and whispered,
“Oppa, spread your legs a little more.”
She moved between my thighs, wrapped her soft hand around my already burning length, and began to stroke it slowly.
Soon she lowered her head, pressed her lips to it, and started licking with the tip of her tongue—very, very slowly.
The unbearable spark of pleasure made me lift my hips a fraction; she looked up and gave me a sultry, smiling glance.
Then she took the length she had been licking fully into her hot, soft mouth and began to move with deliberate care.
I could only drag in rough breaths under the rapturous sensation she was giving me.
She rolled me with her tongue inside her mouth, sucking slowly and gently.
At the same time her hand cupped the two orbs beneath, cradling them and stimulating them with the lightest of motions.
The room filled with the wet, explicit sounds—schlup, schlup, kiss-kiss—mixed with the low groans I couldn’t hold back and the occasional damp, heated breath she let out as if she were growing impatient.
When the mounting pleasure made me twist and lift my hips, she saw my reaction and gradually increased both the strength and the speed of her sucking.
“...Jin-ju, I’m going to….”
I managed to mutter, half-lost in the sensation. Instead of answering she took me as deep as she could, using her whole mouth.
The ecstasy forced my hips to jerk reflexively.
A sharp intake of breath—Hah!—came from her.
A moment later she pulled her mouth free, closed her eyes, and made a slow, audible swallowing sound in her throat.
Then Yang Jin-ju looked up at me with a faintly mischievous smile.
“How was it, Oppa? We three put our heads together and practiced the theory beforehand.
Yeong-ju Unni insisted that, from what she’d heard, swallowing was the key point.”
I could only marvel at their terrifying collective intelligence and answer,
“It was… incredible….”
I gently lifted her from her knees and laid her back on the bed.
“My turn now, right?”
She gazed up at me with eyes full of anticipation.
My lips traveled down the side of her neck and settled on her full breasts.
“Haah… ah….”
When I took a nipple into my mouth, teased it with my tongue, then gave it the lightest pressure of my teeth, a moan slipped from her lips.
Her reaction only excited me further; I explored her with single-minded focus.
I worked my way slowly downward along her body, leaving marks on her breasts, licking the soft plane of her lower belly.
“W-wait… that tickles….”
She tried to push my head away as if it were too much, but there was no strength in her hands. I buried my face between her thighs.
“Haaah…!”
The moan that burst from her made me lift my head to check her face; Jin-ju looked as though she could no longer endure it.
“Ah, nngh… no, stop….”
She said she didn’t want it, yet her body was honest. Her hips moved more fiercely, and wet sounds mixed with our breathing filled the room.
Then, face flushed with urgency, she looked down at me and said,
“...Come to me now.”
I climbed over her and parted her legs. I set my already heated tip against her entrance and asked,
“...I’m going in?”
She answered by nodding and wrapping her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper.
Holding back the surge of excitement, I entered her slowly. The narrow, hot, silken sensation nearly robbed me of reason.
“Haaah….”
“Hnn… Oppa… aahng…!”
I gripped her full breasts and began to claim her.
Suppressing the urge to finish, I started moving my hips with deliberate care; she matched me, rolling her hips seductively and taking me even deeper. Then, hot breath against my ear, she whispered,
“...You can… go harder…. Oppa, however you want… hnn….”
At those words I could no longer hold back. I drove my hips desperately and buried my face in her chest once more.
She clung to my head and back, answering every thrust with greater intensity.
“Haang… Oppa, today I’m safe, haah….”
The words she breathed into my ear shattered the last of my control. I crushed her tightly against me and came deep inside her.
“Hwaaah….”
She seemed to feel it too; she held me even harder.
After the fierce wave had passed we stayed locked in each other’s arms, catching our breath.
Yang Jin-ju rested her head on my chest, still breathing hard.
The sweet scent of shampoo from her damp hair tickled my nose.
I assumed she must be exhausted and prepared to drift off just like that.
But Yang Jin-ju looked up at me with glittering eyes, clearly not finished yet.
She slowly raised her upper body above mine.
Then she gazed straight down at me and curved her lips into a strange, provocative smile.
She laid me flat on the bed and, with elegant slowness, climbed astride me again. The soft, full weight of her breasts pressed against my chest.
“...This time, I want to try.”
She whispered it, then reached behind herself, took hold of me—still sensitive from the afterglow—and began to stroke.
Her unexpected initiative startled me, yet I was already growing hard again.
Sensing the renewed swelling, she smiled seductively and slowly took me into her deepest, hottest place.
“Hnn…!”
Pleasure-filled moans escaped both of us at the same moment.
She was no longer shy or clumsy. She began to lead me in her own way.
At first slowly, then gradually faster, Yang Jin-ju’s hips picked up speed.
Wet sounds and the wet slap of flesh against flesh began to fill the room.
“Hngh, ah.”
Even while moving her hips she leaned down as if seeking a kiss; I gripped her waist and pulled her to me. A high “Hah!” of pleasure left her lips just as my tongue slipped into her mouth.
“Mmm… schlup.”
She bounced above me, kissing with fierce passion, her hips growing ever quicker as the final moment approached.
“Haa… haa… hah.”
Caught in the rapturous waves she created, I could only hold her waist and surrender completely to her rhythm.
“Hngh….”
At last the wet, rhythmic sounds that had filled the room ceased. She cried out and went rigid in my arms; I held her tightly and poured everything into her once more.