Suhee's Cold, Part 2
The towel, still steaming from the hot water it had been soaking in, settled against Suhee's back.
"Hah..."
A feverish sigh spilled from her lips. She was drenched in sweat, and though she couldn't manage a shower, having her body wiped down like this already seemed to help a little.
Jeongun's hand, gripping the towel, rubbed steadily across her pale back — white and gleaming, slick with perspiration. She had swept her hair to one side so he could reach every inch of it. A faint heat radiated from her skin, the fever making itself known, and he wiped her down in silence.
"Ah..."
He flinched every time a sound slipped from her mouth. Honestly, Suhee's naked body was simply too much.
"Hah... hah..."
Every time she struggled for breath against the cold, that pale back rose and fell. The clasp of her bra had been undone, but she was still wearing it — and even that looked obscene.
"Lift your arm."
He had sworn to himself he wouldn't lay a hand on her today. Still, he raised one of her arms. It was slender and fine-boned, but with a pleasing hint of muscle. Holding her fingertips lightly, he began wiping down her arm with the towel. From her back to her side, then up toward her armpit, the cloth swept slowly outward.
"Nnh."
Suhee was starting to feel strange, too. At first she blamed the cold and the medicine. Every time Jeongun's touch landed on her slightly feverish skin, it felt more intense than usual. It wasn't exactly a pleasant intensity — not with her body aching the way it was. She was so hypersensitive that even a hand on her skin stung a little. Or maybe it was the chills from the fever. Her mind was hazy, and his touch felt unnaturally vivid.
His towel-wrapped hand pressed firmly into the hollow of her armpit.
"...That tickles."
"I'm wiping off the sweat."
"Still... nnh."
It was an extremely sensitive spot. Not quite one of her weak points, but the kind of hidden, tender flesh that rarely saw the light. The unclasped bra shifted with the motion, brushing against her nipples. Every movement of his hand sent little sparks of sensation through her. Under ordinary circumstances, stimulation this mild would have been nothing — but this was a man she had already had filthy, messy, violent sex with. Her body knew how to respond to his hands.
She turned her head slightly to look at him. She wasn't asking for anything in particular — she just wanted to see his face.
"..."
Watching him wipe down her body so thoroughly, without a word, she felt a flicker of disbelief. How to put it... it was only natural, given the circumstances, but the way he looked at her half-naked body as if it were nothing at all left her feeling faintly resentful.
Whether it was because the medicine he'd bought was particularly strong, or whether cold medicine was simply like that, she felt herself growing hazier. At the same time, the ache receded a little.
"Hah..."
She drew a deep breath — and the bra that had been barely clinging to her chest slipped forward and fell away.
Jeongun's hands faltered. He was holding himself back, honestly, but her body was simply too much. The way her breasts rose and fell with every breath. That smooth skin. The heat of her, elevated by the fever.
"I'll go rewet the towel."
"Okay."
He took the towel and barely managed to stand. He needed a moment to collect himself.
In the bathroom, water hissed as he soaked the towel in hot water again. After wringing it out thoroughly, he returned to her.
The bra had already fallen to the floor beside the bed. Suhee lay there as if she hadn't the strength to resist, her bare breasts fully exposed.
"Ah."
An uncharacteristic little sound of surprise escaped him.
"...Why are you so shocked? You've already seen everything..."
"Well, yeah, but..."
Growing hazier by the minute, she grew bolder. Right now, having him wipe her down simply felt too good. Half the pleasure of being waited on, of being cared for. And half something far more indecent. The slight sting she'd felt at first had melted into a tingling warmth as the medicine took hold.
"Do this arm, too."
"Alright."
He lifted the arm he hadn't wiped yet. Seeing her lying there with her eyes closed, arm stretched straight up, he couldn't help a small laugh. She had such an elegant, refined face — and yet in moments like this, she looked almost childlike. Her body, of course, was anything but.
As he swept the towel up her arm, his gaze kept drifting back to her. The way her breasts swelled and rose with every breath was almost astonishing. They ought to have sagged a little, and yet...
"Hah..."
"How are you feeling?"
"Ah... better than before, I think."
"Sleeping soaked in sweat would only make it worse."
"Yeah. And thanks for the medicine, too."
Her abdomen was slim — maybe even more so from not being able to eat. Below it, her long, slender legs stretched out. The moment he finished her arm and set it down, she planted one leg squarely on his knee.
"?"
He looked at her. She opened her eyes and spoke.
"You've already started. Might as well do all of it. I feel sticky."
"The medicine must be kicking in fast."
"Why?"
"No reason..."
He took the ankle resting on his knee and smiled again. That slim calf. That firm thigh. Every time he moved the towel across her, her breathing grew louder.
"Ah... nngh."
As the cold medicine spread further through her system, the haze deepened. She was sure of it now. His hands on her body, the warmth of the towel — it all felt good. If she had her way, she'd have filthy, thorough sex with him right here and then sleep it off, and she'd be completely cured.
She slid her other leg onto his as well. Her foot pressed firmly against one of his thighs.
He felt himself respond immediately. He'd meant to leave her alone because she was sick, but with her stimulating him so close to his thigh, it was getting harder to hold back. How could even her feet look that erotic? They were pretty, objectively speaking — but the place she was pressing was anything but innocent.
Still, he pretended not to notice and kept wiping down her legs.
He pressed into the hollow behind her knee, then began working his way up her firm thigh. When he rubbed the muscle at the back, where thigh met ass, her indecent sounds grew louder.
"Hah... ah... nnh."
The cold medicine was definitely strong. She was half-asleep, and yet lying nearly naked in front of him felt like a dream. His hand slipped to the inside of her thigh. He was only trying to wipe her down, but to hazy Suhee it felt like a blatantly sexual touch.
She shifted her other foot and pressed it firmly against the bulge of his cock.
"Ngh."
"Aaaah... nngh."
That indecent voice of hers. And that filthy pressure against his cock. He'd been trying to let it pass, but if she wanted it this badly, he had no desire to refuse.
"Are you sure you're okay with this?"
"Hah... with what?"
"Don't play dumb..."
The way he gripped the towel shifted. Instead of bunching it thickly in his fist, he held it thin, so he could rub her legs with something far more suggestive. She could feel his hand through the fabric more vividly now. It traveled downward — not toward her ass, but deep between her legs.
"Hah... aah..."
The moans spilling from her open mouth were still hot. The fever hadn't fully broken. Her body was still burning. And that only made it feel dirtier.
Her other hand caught his — towel and all — and pressed it down between her legs.
"Hhnnh."
It was a blatant movement. He'd always known she had a filthy streak, but right now she was moving like someone drunk on something. Her foot rubbed the cock swelling beneath his pants while she grabbed his hand and pressed it firmly against her pussy — all with those pretty, well-shaped breasts bared. Her nipples had stiffened with arousal; he could see them standing at attention.
"Nngh... ah, are you sure?"
"About what?"
This time it was Suhee asking if he was okay. After all this, he had to ask what she even meant.
"You might catch my cold..."
"Eh, I'll just take a few days off."
How could he refuse, with her lying there naked, her body burning, asking him like that?
"...Take them off."
She lifted her hips slightly. He knew exactly what she wanted him to remove.
He peeled away the short pants and panties still clinging to her, leaving her completely naked. She reached for him, as if urging him to come closer and take her — but he shook his head.
"I should finish what I started."
"Ah... why..."
"You said you felt sticky."
He took hold of her fully naked body and began wiping her down with painstaking care. Of course, he wasn't just wiping. He held the towel in a single thin layer so she could feel his hand through it, and let it roam over every inch of her.
"Ah... aah... nngh."
The heated towel and the hand beneath it kneaded her everywhere, and she found it harder and harder to endure. A hot towel on a hot body. And through that towel, the vivid press of his large, burning hand.
"Hah... aah... hah... aaahn."
Steeped in the double haze of her cold and the medicine, her body and mind were being toyed with. Her legs fell open of their own accord, wanting something. Every time his hand swept broadly across her — wiping, caressing — her hips jerked. She was far more sensitive than usual. At first it had stung; now it simply felt too good.
"Ah... aah... hah..."
The panting wouldn't stop. Watching her, Jeongun felt like his cock was going to burst. She stared up at him with glazed eyes, gasping, her nipples stiff, her hips rolling in invitation as she kept pushing her breasts toward him.
His pants swelled as if they might split.