Chapter 29: Push and Pull (8) [R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 29: Push and Pull (8) [R-18]
A light kiss, like a bird pecking at its feed.
Our lips had barely touched, but I was already becoming unbearably aroused.
More than anything, it was her scent, thick and intoxicating as it filled my nostrils, that was driving me mad.
A sweet fragrance, as if her body were drizzled with condensed milk, punctuated by the sharp tang of sweat.
My reason was paralyzing, moment by moment.
As my dormant instincts awakened, my kiss with the ajumma deepened in its intensity.
I pressed my lips, which had been touching hers lightly, more forcefully against her, parting them.
They opened.
The ajumma’s tightly sealed lips.
Slurp.
Seizing the opportunity, I thrust my tongue into her mouth, exploring it roughly.
“Heup…!”
Through her thinly opened eyes, I could see her flustered expression.
But I didn’t stop; I continued my assault.
Schlup, slurp.
Once lightly, then again with enough force to suck in her entire mouth.
I ravaged the inside of her mouth, but her tongue still seemed unwilling to move.
Don’t be impatient.
Since this was a surprise first kiss, she would need time to accept it.
I should change my movements to be a bit more fluid, so as not to overwhelm her.
I gradually softened the rough movements of my tongue.
Less ravaging, more gently licking.
“Hah, heung…”
At that, the ajumma slowly began to respond.
I could feel her once-motionless tongue slowly begin to stir.
The first step is always the hardest.
Her tongue, having started to move, soon rose to meet mine as it licked its surroundings.
My cock twitched again.
The pleasure was on a completely different level from when I was moving my tongue alone; my brain felt like it was buzzing.
The hurdle was a little lower now.
As we continued our passionate kiss, I slowly reached out my hand.
I slipped it under her shirt and grasped her breast.
“Huuung…”
Ah, yes.
This fullness, this soft texture.
How had I gone the past month having forgotten this?
I tried to touch her nipple, which I had worked so hard to sensitize, but her bra was in the way.
I moved both hands behind her back to unhook it, but the ajumma pulled her lips away, raised her hands, and brought them to the front to undo the clasp herself.
Ah, so there are front-clasp bras too.
Were they made so men could undo them more easily from the front?
The world has gotten so much better.
I closed the distance, sucking in the thin thread of saliva that connected our lips.
At the same time, I slid my hand back inside her clothes, placing it on her now-unfettered breast, and whispered into her ear.
“Ajumma, I love your breasts.”
“Heung… D-don’t say things like that…”
It’s true for anyone, but compliments make a person feel incredibly giddy.
The ajumma was no different.
She told me to stop because she was embarrassed, not because she was displeased.
The proof was that the sensitivity I felt each time I touched her breast had changed.
“Aht, heut…!”
As I lightly rubbed her erogenous nipple, the ajumma’s body twisted from side to side.
There was no need to ask if she was enjoying it.
Why would I, when I was watching her expression melt in real-time, drenched in pleasure?
After caressing her nipples for a while, heightening her arousal until she was panting, I lifted her white t-shirt.
Though embarrassed, the ajumma slightly raised her arms to make it easier for me to take off her clothes.
“Ajumma, come here.”
“Ah…!”
I led her onto the mattress, which had sunk down considerably under our combined weight.
It was better than the floor, at least.
As she sat down, led by my hand, a flicker of hesitation returned to her face.
“D-Do-jin.”
She must have realized things were about to get much more serious, hence her renewed hesitation.
Without a word, I pulled her shoulders into an embrace and kissed her.
Slurp! Schlup!
“Eung…”
Her tense body relaxed once more.
Good, now’s my chance.
I pushed my upper body forward, laying her down on her back.
Once I’d achieved my immediate goal, I pulled my lips away.
“Haa, haa…”
The sound of the ajumma’s panting stimulated my ears.
I was once invited to a concert by a world-renowned conductor.
But to me, the sound of the ajumma’s breathing right now feels far more captivating than the music of the century I heard back then.
It stimulates a desire that is simply unbearable.
I don’t want to stop.
It’s time to take another step forward.
“Ajumma.”
“Yes…?”
“Do you know what the young people these days call big, beautiful breasts like yours?”
“N-no.”
At my question, laced with a compliment, the ajumma’s face grew redder as she shook her head.
I gently squeezed her breast with my hand.
A faint moan accompanied her ragged breaths.
“They call breasts like these ‘milkers.’”
I learned it from the internet myself.
A word that felt even more obscene than ‘breasts.’
“M-milkers?”
“When mothers breastfeed their babies, they say, ‘Time for mamma.’ They say that’s why they call the breasts that hold the mamma ‘milkers.’”
“H-how could they call breasts something like that…”
The ajumma seemed quite shocked.
She couldn’t seem to understand why young people would use such a lewd term like ‘milkers’ instead of just ‘breasts.’
“But I think I know why they call them that.”
“Huh…?”
“Because just looking at your breasts makes me want to suck on them like crazy.”
The moment the words left my mouth, I buried my face in her chest.
I opened my mouth and took her nipple and areola in all at once.
“W-wai…! Hiiik…!”
The sensation of sucking on the ajumma’s breast was far more stimulating than I had imagined.
The feeling of coating her soft skin with saliva, of licking her hard, erect nipple with my pliant tongue.
How could I even begin to describe this?
It was as if I’d lost all words except for ‘good.’
“D-Do-jin… Ah-heung…!”
Suck, suck.
I sucked hard on her breast, like a baby suckling from its mother.
“Haaak…!”
Just as the sensation was different for me when I touched her with my fingers versus my mouth, the ajumma’s body shuddered with a completely different kind of pleasure.
“Pah!”
I pulled my mouth away from the breast I’d been suckling.
A deeply satisfied smile spread across my lips.
“Hauk, haah…!”
The ajumma, who had just trembled from a wave of pleasure, turned her gaze toward me.
Her eyes were wet with two emotions: confusion and pleasure.
“Ajumma, your milkers are really delicious.”
I deliberately emphasized the lewd word as I praised her breasts, and the look in her eyes began to change subtly.
It was the same expression she had whenever she scolded Shin Yu-jeong.
Oops.
“You, using a word like that with an ajumma… Ha-eung…!”
Before she could finish her sentence, I latched onto her nipple again and started sucking on it.
But a strange sense of longing tickled my chest.
I had tasted her breasts to my heart’s content.
If you asked if I was tired of them, the answer would be no, but there was something else, something more luscious that I wanted to taste. It felt like I was settling for a bird in the hand.
“Eut, eut… Heut…!”
I’d learned a few things from our past few encounters.
First, the ajumma had a body that was far lewder and more sensitive than I’d thought.
Look at her now.
Every time I licked and sucked her nipple, her body responded without fail.
I slowly moved the hand that was on her waist downward.
I caressed her firm, smooth stomach—unbelievable for a woman in her forties.
My hand crept under the waistband of her skirt.
The second thing I learned about the ajumma.
She was incredibly weak to being pushed.
As my fingers slipped halfway under her skirt, her startled hand grabbed my arm.
“D-Do-jin! Not there…”
Her wide eyes held a multitude of emotions.
But they weren’t filled with only negative ones.
I put a little more force into the arm she was holding.
“N-no, Do-jin. Not there… Aah…!”
It was the same now.
I was using some strength, but it wasn’t more than a woman could handle.
If she’d used both hands, she could have thrown me off forcefully, but she didn’t.
Instead, the strength in her arm was gradually fading.
I couldn’t tell if she was trying to stop me or just pretending to, to fuel my desire.
My hand, now deep enough, touched the fabric of her panties.
There was no longer any hesitation in my heart.
I immediately shoved my hand inside her panties.
Past the coarse hair, down the smooth curve, I finally reached it.
The ajumma’s pussy, already slick and pooled with fluid.
“Kyaak…?!”
Her hips, which had been resting on the mattress, shot upwards in an instant.
My fingers had only just touched her pussy, but her reaction was extraordinary.
My anticipation grew even greater.
“D-Do-jin. Please, stop… Any more than this is, n-no… Heuu-eut…”
The ajumma pleaded, but it was already too late.
“It’s too late, Ajumma.”
Doing something you shouldn’t, or taking a joke too far.
People usually describe such situations as ‘crossing the line.’
A line is a limit.
As long as you don’t cross it, there’s no problem. But the moment you do, it becomes one.
“We’ve already crossed the line.”
The ajumma and I had already crossed it.
But she shook her head vehemently, as if to deny it.
“N-no. If we stop now…”
“If we stop?”
“I-if we stop…”
The ajumma had been rationalizing to herself that she hadn’t crossed the line yet.
I only gave him a handjob, so it’s fine as long as I don’t do more than this, she’d think, drawing the line again.
I did give him a blowjob, but if I stop now and we go back to how we were, it’ll be okay, she’d think, drawing the line yet again.
In reality, it was already far, far too late.
It was the same now.
If I stopped at a reasonable point and we both walked away satisfied, the ajumma would just draw her own line again.
Well, that wouldn’t be so bad.
If I kept pushing that line back, again and again, she’d eventually be pushed to a point where she couldn’t draw it anymore.
But that would take too long.
My vigorous, twenty-year-old body was screaming that it couldn’t just stand by and watch.
In that case, there was only one way.
To push her so far that she could never draw that line again.
My fingers, which had been fluttering between her outer and inner labia, slowly moved upward.
To the lewdest part of a woman’s body.
The clitoris, which exists solely for pleasure.
“Ah, wai-wait, Do-jin…”
Lifting my head toward the ajumma who was calling my name so desperately, I spoke my final words.
“It’s already too late for us.”
With a faint trace of mana imbued in my fingertip, I lightly brought my hand to her clitoris.
“Eugeuk…!”
But that wasn’t the end.
I slowly channeled the mana I had gathered in my finger into her clitoris.
And then, with a light touch of my finger…
“He-euk…?!”
Her body trembled like someone who’d been electrocuted, unable to even let out a proper moan.
She could only buck her hips, gushing fluids from her pussy.
Her body, which had arched high in the air, slowly settled back down.
The ajumma was panting, half out of her mind.
I gently lifted her twitching body and pulled off her skirt and panties.
Finally, I could see it with my own eyes. The ajumma’s pussy.
Her thick outer labia, and her inner labia, a mix of red and pink.
Ah, slurp.
Saliva kept pooling in my mouth.
Every time she took a deep breath, her chest heaving, her inner labia seemed to move with it, as if to say:
Fuck me. Open me wide and come deep inside.
Unable to resist the temptation, I immediately pulled down my pants.