Chapter 24: Push and Pull (3) [R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 24: Push and Pull (3) [R-18]
【Third-Person POV】
From the day Kim Do-jin had hastily left, she couldn't get the look on his face out of her mind.
The way his eyes had wavered when she’d said they should leave it as a one-night memory.
For her, and for him.
Even though she had suggested the best possible conclusion for everyone, the pained expression he’d worn—like a man facing the saddest ending in the world—kept flashing in her mind, troubling her.
A thought, a suspicion, kept surfacing.
‘Could Do-jin really… like me?’
She tried to deny it, to tell herself it couldn't be true.
But then again, there was no other reason for him to wear such an expression and run away like that.
"N-No. It can't be."
She spent the day trying to push away the doubt that had taken root in her mind.
And the next morning.
She went to find him to exercise, just like any other day, but was turned away at the door.
He said it would be hard to work out properly since his arm was fractured.
She could understand that much.
What shocked her, however, was that he’d said it through a firmly closed door, as if he couldn't bear to look at her.
‘It’s just because he’s in pain, that’s all…’
She convinced herself once more.
A few days passed. While taking out the trash, she happened to see them.
Kim Do-jin and Shin Yu-jeong, walking side by side.
‘When did those two get so close…?’
Hadn't Kim Do-jin been afraid of Shin Yu-jeong? And hadn't Shin Yu-jeong, in turn, despised him?
Without realizing it, she scurried back into her house, avoiding them.
"I'm home."
Not long after, Shin Yu-jeong came in, and she asked her.
"Coming back from school?"
"Yeah, I went to school, then got a workout in at the gym."
"…Alone?"
"No, with that pig bas—, er, with Kim Do-jin."
"Do-jin… worked out?"
"Yep. I've been training him pretty hard lately."
Shin Yu-jeong went on to explain how she was putting Kim Do-jin through the wringer, but the words didn't reach her ears.
‘He said his arm hurt…’
He had been refusing to exercise with her for days using his arm as an excuse, yet she now heard he was doing even more strenuous workouts with Shin Yu-jeong. A strange sense of betrayal washed over her.
After that, she often saw the two of them coming home together around the same time.
Thinking he would surely agree to work out with her by now, she went up to his apartment, only to be rejected again.
It was then that she finally realized.
‘He’s avoiding me.’
Kim Do-jin was intentionally avoiding her.
‘Why…?’
The answer to that ‘why’ had been there all along.
The answer was Kim Do-jin’s pained expression the last time she saw him.
The thought occurred to her that maybe, just maybe, he really did like her.
A strange sensation crept up on her.
Her nipples, which Kim Do-jin had so persistently attacked that night, began to tingle.
She touched them lightly through her clothes and found them standing erect.
‘Am I… turned on right now?’
She couldn't believe it.
The fact that she was aroused just by accepting a truth she had been desperately trying to ignore.
But her tingling body was proof.
‘My body… it’s so hot…’
Unable to bear it, she began to caress her own nipples.
But it wasn't enough to bring her the satisfaction she craved.
Compared to when Kim Do-jin touched her, the pleasure was faint, almost nonexistent.
‘Do-jin was a little more…’
Before she knew it, she was lost in a fantasy, recalling his touch.
It felt a little better, but that was all.
She even touched her clitoris, the spot women pleasure themselves with, but the sensation was still minimal.
And so, she spent several more days with an unresolved ache.
She still hadn't run into Kim Do-jin.
She could have engineered a chance encounter if she wanted to, but she was so utterly confused that she couldn't bring herself to appear before him.
One would think that the longer they went without seeing each other, the more he would fade from her mind.
But thoughts of Kim Do-jin didn't fade. Instead, they grew into a larger fire with each passing day.
The fact that no matter how she touched herself, the pleasure never matched what she’d felt with him, surely played a part.
Finally, she appeared before Kim Do-jin.
Pretending it was a coincidence, she called out to him.
Seeing him after so long, she couldn't help but be surprised.
‘My goodness.’
He was still overweight, but not to the point of being unpleasant to look at like before.
His skin had cleared up, and he looked… cute, like a little piglet.
She casually brought up their morning workout.
His lukewarm response irritated her.
"Do you have other plans tomorrow morning?"
"No, nothing like that, but…"
"Then you can make it."
She pressed him a little more forcefully.
Kim Do-jin seemed flustered for a moment before nodding his head.
She had finally gotten him to agree.
And the next day.
She took out a pair of leggings from her closet that she rarely wore.
They were her size, but they were unusually small and tight, which was why she never wore them.
After a moment of hesitation, she squeezed her legs into them.
"I-Is this okay…?"
Surprisingly, they weren't uncomfortable to move in, but they were incredibly revealing.
‘Why am I wearing something like this…?’
She questioned herself, but she didn't think of taking them off.
She was simply curious to see how he would react.
At last, their morning workout resumed.
She walked slightly ahead of him, glancing back occasionally.
‘He’s looking.’
Men might think women don't notice, but women were sensitive to the gazes of others.
She could feel it.
Kim Do-jin's eyes were glued to her ass.
‘H-How embarrassing.’
She was embarrassed.
And yet, she wanted him to keep looking.
Just the fact that this young man was staring at her so intensely sent her self-esteem soaring.
The finishing touch came when she took off her jacket.
Kim Do-jin's gaze flickered between her upper and lower body, and the front of his pants began to swell.
‘Ah…!’
He was hard.
A smile escaped her lips as she watched him quickly close his legs and flee toward the bathroom.
"Hoho… cute."
His youthful reaction was just so adorable.
An image of Kim Do-jin's cock, which she had seen that night, formed in her mind.
"It was beautiful…"
The word "beautiful" escaped her lips on its own. It was a perfectly shaped cock.
The straight shaft, the thick head, the bulging veins.
It had been so incredibly hard, too; holding it felt like gripping a hot stone.
Those vivid memories, not forgotten in the slightest, fanned the flames within her once more.
Isn't it your fault his cock is hard like that? Shouldn't you take responsibility?
‘Th-That’s right.’
He must be struggling so much in that bathroom.
Since it was her fault, she felt she had to be the one to help him find release. The thought dominated her mind.
As luck would have it, the park was empty.
Which meant the men's bathroom would be empty, too.
For the first time in her life, she stepped into a men's bathroom.
She could hear Kim Do-jin muttering.
"Hah… but I don't think this is going down anytime soon."
She was curious.
Just how hard had he gotten to be saying something like that?
She swallowed hard, her expression tense, and walked deeper inside.
As if possessed.
*
This world was insane.
Or maybe I was.
If not, then the Ajumma was definitely the crazy one.
The Ajumma led me into a stall, closed the toilet lid, and sat down. Then, she reached for the pants of my awkwardly standing form and pulled them down.
"Whoa…"
My cock was momentarily caught by the elastic waistband of my underwear.
Released by the recoil, it sprang out violently, its tip brushing against the Ajumma's nose right in front of me.
"A-Are you okay?"
"Huh? Oh… I'm fine."
No, you're not.
You don't look fine at all.
Your breathing is incredibly ragged.
The Ajumma, who had been staring at my cock and repeatedly swallowing dryly, looked up at me and said.
"Th-This is the last time we do this. Got it…?"
I wonder.
I don't know.
When the Ajumma said that three weeks ago, I thought it might really be the end.
But now, it doesn't feel that way at all.
"If it's what you want, Ajumma… I'll do as you say."
I shifted all the responsibility onto her, basically saying it was entirely up to her.
"Then I'll start…"
Her long fingers wrapped around my erect cock.
"Ugh…"
A shiver of pleasure ran through me against my will.
Feeling the Ajumma's hand on me again after three weeks pushed me into a state of absolute bliss.
Shhk, shhk.
Her hand moved up and down slowly. Feeling some friction, she took the pre-cum that was pouring from my quivering urethral opening and spread it on her hand.
The slick fluid acted as a lubricant, making her movements much smoother.
Squish, squish!
"Ahhh…"
No lie, that was the kind of moan you just can't hold back.
"Does it feel good…?"
"Yes, Ajumma. It feels so good…"
I hadn't even masturbated for the past three weeks.
After getting a taste of her touch, I had made a resolution.
My semen would only be released when touched by a woman's body, not by my own hand.
Thanks to that, my balls were packed to the brim.
I felt far more sensitive than last time.
Forcing my eyes open, I looked at her face and happened to notice her nipples, erect and pressing against her tank top.
"Ajumma… can I touch your breasts?"
"S-Sure."
As if she'd been waiting for it, the Ajumma lifted her tank top, baring her chest.
I reached out and lightly touched a nipple.
"Hyt…!"
It was as hard and sensitive as my own cock.
"Ajumma, your nipples are so hard."
"Y-You shouldn't say things like that…!"
She protested with a bashful expression, and for a second, I felt like I was going to cum right then and there. I desperately clenched my sphincter to hold it back.
Damn, that was close. I almost finished way too early.
Having learned from my previous experience, I once again began to persistently attack her sensitive nipples.
I read online that if you keep stimulating the nipples and other sensitive parts of the breast, you can train a woman's body to orgasm from breast play alone.
"Heuk, ngh…!"
Indeed, the Ajumma was reacting even more sensitively than last time.
I would gently caress her nipple, then lightly pinch and pull it.
"Heuk!"
She would let out a pleasure-filled moan so intense that even the hand diligently stroking my cock would pause.
This is fun.
I was realizing anew just how enjoyable it was to learn about a woman's body.
Heat rushed to my brain.
I wanted to climb one step higher.
"Ajumma."
I called her name in a low voice. She looked up at me, her eyes completely glazed over.
"Can you do one thing for me?"
"Wh-What is it…?"
I paused for a moment.
All the while, I didn't stop caressing her breasts.
"Aahng…!"
Another light moan escaped her lips, and only then did I speak.
"Can you… use your mouth?"
Hearing this, the Ajumma's mouth slowly fell open.