Chapter 38
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 38
Chapter Title: The One Who Laughs Last...(5)
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One thought I'd had while meeting regularly with Wang Im-hwan...
I could sort of understand, just a little, why Song In-seon had exploded in rage like that at him.
Ah, of course, I wasn't defending or excusing the perpetrator, Song In-seon, in any way.
This was purely an objective analysis of why she might have acted that way.
'What was it about him? Some kind of pathetic vibe?'
If he hadn't succeeded as a choreographer, Wang Im-hwan probably wouldn't have been able to meet women in real life even without the PTSD.
It gave me that kind of feeling.
[King Studio]
As usual, I arrived in front of the building and took a deep breath first.
I could come and go from Han Nam-do's place without a second thought. But here, I needed a bit of mental preparation.
Whew, he's a patient.
A severe case who hadn't even gotten morning wood for 15 years.
Post-traumatic stress disorder, post-traumatic stress disorder...
I repeated that fact to myself several times before heading inside.
"Hello, Choreographer."
"Ah...! H-Hyun-ah, come on in! Wasn't the walk here too hot? I already turned on the AC, but let me get you something to drink first. What would you like today?"
Really... if I hadn't prepared myself mentally, I might have made a weird face without realizing it.
"Coffee, please."
"Sure, just a sec! I bought all kinds of coffee just in case. Do you have a preference? This one's a bit sweet, this one's more bitter... Do you like bitter, Hyun-ah? Or not. It might depend on your mood today. What sounds good?"
"Haha... That, uh, the brown one in the middle?"
"Yes, here you go!"
"......"
This was the issue.
Considering his circumstances, I understood why Wang Im-hwan acted like he'd give me his heart, his guts, everything.
He'd even declared himself that he wanted to live for me from now on.
But it was too much.
A bit uncomfortably burdensome, maybe?
'Song In-seon must have felt this gaze too.'
Wang Im-hwan would often stare at me blankly whenever I came over.
"Am I that pretty, Choreographer?"
"Pardon? Oh, I zoned out again... Yes, y-yes. Hyun-ah, among all the women I've seen, you're the prettiest."
Now, when we were alone, he didn't choke up as much anymore.
Instead, being alone with me got him excited easily, and he'd look at me with really lewd eyes.
I could practically see all the filthy fantasies playing out in his head.
'Pathetic otaku...'
I didn't want to phrase it that way.
But nothing better came to mind.
'He's completely forgotten about Song In-seon by now, hasn't he?'
Separate from that.
I asked cautiously.
"Do you know any foreign languages, Choreographer?"
"Foreign? Ah... Well, I've worked overseas a few times, so a bit of English and Japanese..."
"Oh."
Perfect, I thought.
Then, if I had sex with Wang Im-hwan, I could pick up his choreography knowledge and even learn some foreign languages.
But it wasn't as easy as it sounded.
"Haa, haa..."
"......"
About five minutes after we entered the studio and I sipped my coffee?
With my permission to look all he wanted, Wang Im-hwan's breathing grew ragged on its own.
I wondered what he was staring at so intently.
His damn armpits again.
Or the panties peeking slightly between my legs, which I'd crossed on purpose to show him.
He stared so hotly.
No one could miss it.
"Like what you see, Choreographer? Staring at me with those lewd eyes."
"......!"
Damn... I ended up sneering, lips curling mockingly without thinking.
This was the kind of tone Song In-seon might have used to bully him.
What if his PTSD flared up...
"Gasp!"
"......"
I could tell just from his reaction now.
"You came, didn't you, Choreographer? Heh."
If he'd at least jerked off with his own hand while looking at me, that'd make sense.
But this guy still ejaculated just from looking, with no resistance or immunity to women.
"Ahh, so much again... Your pants are soaked as usual today, huh? Well, I saw you brought extra panties and pants last time."
Smoothly.
I deliberately slipped one hand out of my T-shirt on purpose and showed off my perfectly smooth armpit, not a single hair in sight.
"I sweated a bit coming here... What do you think?"
"......!!"
Twitch, twitch, twitch!
Wow, he loves it.
His gaze could drill a hole right through my armpit. Heh.
"Want to touch?"
"Y-Yes, I want to touch!"
"......Alright."
I'd told him directly that I had high tolerance.
A wide spectrum, I'd said.
But this really felt like service for Wang Im-hwan's sake.
Am I going this far for him? That kind of feeling.
'It's not like I can't do it... Sex would be no big deal compared to this...'
Succubi preferred actual sex, after all.
It wasn't for nothing that meeting Wang Im-hwan left me feeling like I'd taken a half-shit.
'He's a patient, PTSD, 15 years without erections...'
I reminded myself of that several times, steeling my resolve.
"I keep telling you, I can handle anything. Do whatever you want, Choreographer."
"Thank you, really thank you. Thanks to you, Hyun-ah, life feels worth living these days."
"Haha..."
I suppose so.
His face looked so happy.
'If it's that good, start thinking about sticking it in my mouth, tits, pussy, or ass already.'
At this point, I wanted to beg him to fuck me first.
Was I getting antsy?
Or at least rub his dick on my armpit.
"Ah, aaah..."
"......"
As always, he started with my sticky fingers, now even intertwining them lewdly to some extent.
From my wrist, slowly moving up toward my armpit again.
"Huuuuh...!"
Maybe because I'd taken off one side completely to show my armpit fully today?
I could clearly see with my own eyes how Wang Im-hwan touched it.
'Wow, he's groping it like a total perv.'
Rubbing down my armpit with his thumb a few times.
And often using his thumb, middle, and ring fingers to knead it freely.
And then...
"Gasp!"
"Came again?"
"S-Sorry."
Already his second time.
When we first met, we'd stop here and call it enough, but not anymore.
'Built up 15 years of cum? Succubus power? Or just starved out of his mind?'
Wang Im-hwan had impressive stamina.
Lately, he said five or six times was the minimum to feel satisfied.
Even if it was all in my armpit.
I hoped we'd move on to the next step today...
"O-Oh, today, c-can I... t-try something a bit different...?"
"......!!"
I was thrilled at his question, after he'd cum once more in my armpit.
His pants front and even thighs soaked through.
Had he read my mind?
Finally to the next stage?
'Yes! Getting close to real sex? What does he want? Titjob...? Too far. Handjob? Or a kiss?'
That kind of hope.
"Of course! I said anything goes."
"Th-Then... c-can I smell Hyun-ah's armpit... just a little?"
"......"
For a split second, I almost cursed.
That damn armpit... fuck!
Did I put honey on it or something?
Grip.
I clenched my fist without thinking and forced a smile.
"Of... course. Do whatever you want. I'm okay with it. Ah, should I lift my arm for you?"
"Th-Thank you."
Not even pretending to refuse?
Gulp.
Now he's swallowing too.
Is it that good? That pretty, my armpit?
'Still, progress to the next step.'
I muttered that inwardly as I watched him.
His eyes full of anticipation and tension, focused entirely on my armpit.
And without me asking, he brought his face close.
'This is tough, really tough.'
Enough to make a succubus say it.
But what could I do?
He'd promised choreography and even good songs.
"Haa, haa..."
"Feels good, Choreographer?"
"Yes...... Gasp!"
He didn't even bury his face or lick it.
Just sniffed the scent a bit, and he came again.
Look at those soaked pants.
And so much cum that the distinctive semen smell was wafting up through his pants now.
Ah, just cum in my mouth or pussy already.
What a waste...
'I really want to torment him once, for real.'
That wasteful dick squandering semen.
I felt like stomping on it with my high heels and grinding.
'Hold back, hold it in.'
I barely suppressed the boiling desire inside.
Doing that now could ruin all the progress we'd made in one go.
He was a patient. A patient.
However...
"How about a light kiss, Choreographer?"
"On the armpit?"
"......Lips, lips!"
This armpit-obsessed maniac eyeing it even now.
"Ah, th-that, uh, k-kissing your lips is too much for me... I-I couldn't handle it."
"......"
Just lips touching, tongues a bit.
Fuck, what's so overwhelming about that...
"Then how about I nibble or suck your fingers a little?"
Deep down, I wanted to suck his dick.
Or even nibble his ears.
If he really enjoyed it, I could do more, but not yet for him.
"Sh-Shall we try?"
"Sure. We can't keep cumming just from fiddling with my armpit forever. What a waste of cum... I mean, that's how we get to inserting in my pussy faster!"
Damn, I don't even know what I'm saying anymore.
Anyway, we'd moved to the next step somehow.
"Give me your hand?"
"Yes..."
"You seem really tense. Relax. Someone might think I'm gonna eat you alive. It's just sucking and nibbling fingers... Heh."
I laughed mockingly.
And brought my lips close to his index finger.
Mwah.
First, a light kiss, then slowly into my mouth, nibbling gently.
That instant.
"Huuuuuuuh! H-Hyun-ah. W-Wait... too intense... stop, gasp! Huuuh!"
Spurt, spurt, spurt, spuuuurt...!
"......"
Wang Im-hwan came three times in a row.
It felt like more would kill him outright, so I hurriedly pulled his finger from my mouth.
'Ah, good thing Han Nam-do creampied me plenty before I came here.'
I thought as I watched him pant from the overwhelming pleasure.
When would this guy be ready to stick it in my pussy?
The world might end first.