Intoxicated by His Scent
Overwhelmed with embarrassment, Han Yaseong hurriedly covered his erection with both hands.
His frantic attempt looked so ridiculous that Choi Yujin let out a sudden laugh.
"Pfft..."
That broke the taut tension in an instant. Seeing him desperately hiding it, Choi Yujin couldn't hold back her laughter. He was just a first-year kid after all. It felt silly that she'd been so nervous around this boy until now. Finally regaining her composure, she decided to take control of the situation. She settled comfortably onto the sofa and called out to him gently.
"Yaseong-ah."
"Y-Yes?"
Han Yaseong, mortified, had turned his hips away while clutching it with both hands. To Choi Yujin, the sight was hilariously endearing. Her confidence grew, making him seem all the more puppy-like and cute.
"Aigoo, I must've gotten you too worked up. Sorry about that."
"N-No, it's fine..."
Han Yaseong shrank under her sudden babying tone, a wave of self-loathing washing over him. Am I really just a kid to Senior Choi Yujin...? The gap between a third-year and a first-year felt vast. He didn't want to drag this out any longer.
"Um, Senior, you go ahead. I'll come out in a bit..."
"......"
Choi Yujin instinctively knew he'd gotten sulky. Treating him like a child had bruised his pride. Caught off guard, she hesitated before deciding to soothe his hurt feelings. She stood and approached him.
"Yaseong-ah, sorry. I teased you too much. You're not mad, right?"
As she patted his shoulder reassuringly, Han Yaseong melted instantly, lacking any real stubbornness. Her warm breath against him felt too good to resist.
"I-It's okay..."
"Aigoo, my poor Yaseong. Did noona hurt your feelings?"
Choi Yujin pulled him into a light hug. It was brief, but Han Yaseong couldn't breathe for a moment. The intense, intoxicating scent from the nape of her neck overwhelmed him. Holding a woman this close was a first—and with Choi Yujin, no less. The stimulation hit him hard.
Choi Yujin rubbed his back soothingly, her mind racing. What now...? Ending it with a laugh would've been wisest, but strangely, she didn't want to. Instead, she hugged him tighter. Once more, the fresh scents of forest, wood, and earth wafted from his body. She drowned in it again. How could a man's body smell this divine? Her aching slit throbbed wildly.
"Mmm..."
At 168 cm, Choi Yujin pressed her nose to his neck, inhaling deeply. Nothing else mattered now. She wouldn't mind if he touched her. But this foolish boy froze stiff, doing absolutely nothing—just keeping his hips pulled back, hands wrapped protectively around his massive erection.
Feeling his rigid body, Choi Yujin smiled to herself. This kid really can't do a thing on his own. If she offered him ramen, he'd probably just eat the noodles and leave. As the senior, she had to lead. She couldn't fathom why she was playing with this fire, but maybe it was rebellion against her boyfriend—or her inexplicable fondness for this unique guy.
Choi Yujin loosened her embrace slightly and looked at him. Han Yaseong couldn't meet her eyes, head turned away. He had no clue what to do in a situation like this. Seeing him still clutching himself, she chuckled. Such innocence... It only made her bolder. What would it be like to go all the way with him? She even imagined full intercourse. She'd never considered sleeping with a younger guy—a first-year, no less—but now the thought tempted her. Could I...?
But what would they be afterward? Choi Yujin wasn't promiscuous. She'd only ever been intimate with boyfriends, never one-night stands at clubs. Doing it with Han Yaseong would basically be that—no strings, just sex. The uncertainty gnawed at her. Would he handle the aftermath okay? Like an adult fretting over seducing a high school girl, she worried.
What if he cried, begged, or clung after? What if he threatened suicide if she ghosted him? She'd dealt with that crap before from guys who crushed on her. "I'll die if you don't meet me," "Please, just once"—endless headaches. That's why she avoided casual flings; one psycho could ruin her life. And Han Yaseong? He seemed innocent, but clingy aftermath would be a nightmare. Rumors could spread: the slutty senior who deflowered her naive junior.
Regretfully, part of her considered calling it quits. Meanwhile, Han Yaseong eyed her body hungrily as she stood lost in thought—her full breasts, slim waist, smooth thighs. His erection showed no sign of softening. He wanted to grab her, pin her down, and satisfy his raging lust right then. But reason held him back, leaving him to feast with his eyes alone.
Choi Yujin glanced at him and caught that predatory gaze. He was devouring her visually, stripping her naked in his mind. She could feel his fantasies ravaging her. It struck her then—self-control. This boy had iron will. Any other guy would've pounced by now. Realizing that eased her fears. He wouldn't brag or gossip like those creeps. He'd bury it deep, protecting her even at personal cost.
With that trust, her heart lightened, and her affection deepened. She wanted to give him a gift. Her body would be the perfect one. No more worries about the future. She sidled closer, whispering provocatively into his ear.
"Do you want my body?"
"...Ngh."
Han Yaseong choked on his breath. What the hell was happening? Tension surged; cold sweat beaded everywhere, amplifying his forest scent. Inhaling it, Choi Yujin's arousal peaked—love juices trickling down her thighs.
This smell is too much...
Like a drug, it consumed her. No more overthinking. She was set on fucking this innocent boy. Gently prying his hands away from his still-hard cock, she gripped it firmly and strode toward the bedroom. Han Yaseong stumbled after her, heart pounding. No way... No way...! He swallowed hard, his erection swelling even larger. Her swaying hips were mesmerizing, irresistibly erotic.
Choi Yujin led him inside by the hand. The door clicked shut with a heavy thud.
"Ahh..."
Han Yaseong couldn't believe his eyes. Senior Choi Yujin had his erect cock in one hand, sucking it eagerly into her mouth. Slurping sounds—schlurp, smack...—filled the room as she savored it, long hair swept behind her ear.
He lay propped up on the bed, upper body raised; she knelt beside him, ass raised high, devouring him hungrily. He couldn't hold back. This stimulation was unprecedented—his entire being melting through his cock into her mouth.
"Agh!"
He lost it, erupting in climax. Choi Yujin felt his glans twitch violently in her mouth, spurting thick ropes. She panicked briefly but laughed inwardly. He'd cum so fast—barely a few sucks. She'd figured his flushed-red hardness was on the edge; maybe a minute tops, but not even thirty seconds. And the volume... it flooded her mouth. In her shock, she swallowed reflexively before she knew it. Gulp... gulp... She'd never intended to, but down it went. Her first time tasting a man's semen.