126. [Scene] Park Yuri
'Never thought I'd end up having this kind of sex with Park Yuri.......'
The careful, almost dandelion-seed-delicate joining felt utterly unfamiliar.
Until now, Park Yuri was a woman who'd crashed into Hye-yong's own fetishes without any filter whatsoever.
Personality-wise, and physically.
Hye-yong figured he needed to do some self-reflection.
'To think Park Yuri wanted me to be gentle too.'
Today's theme was penitent sex.
So for today at least, he'd treat her the way you'd treat a lover you genuinely cherished and cared for.
Even without rough sex, Hye-yong had plenty of means to make Park Yuri feel good.
First off, their physical compatibility was excellent.
The shape of Hye-yong's equipment was perfectly suited for scraping Park Yuri's insides just right.
So when he slid along like this, nudging those pleasure-riddled folds with a steady press—
"Hngh—!"
She couldn't hold back the moan that burst out.
That was a fact he'd learned through his proficiency buffs too.
If he didn't have the Buff Custom cheat, he never would've considered things like compatibility. He'd just have thought 'Fuck, this feels fucking good,' and kept jackhammering away like a goddamn monkey.
"You like it when I do it like just now?"
Park Yuri's face was flushed, yet her eyes glared at him, driven by some pointless rebellious instinct.
But she quickly realized it was meaningless and nodded.
"Then kiss me again."
"Ugh, if you wanna, just do it."
"No. You have to do it. I want you to kiss me, Yuri."
"Pain in the ass......."
When Hye-yong leaned his face close, Park Yuri quietly closed her eyes, lifted her head, and pressed her lips lightly to his.
"Yeah, that's good."
It was just a touch, nothing more, but Hye-yong was satisfied with that alone.
Park Yuri asked, genuinely puzzled.
"You for real? Usually when you kiss, you can't wait to stick your tongue in."
"Because you're doing it yourself."
Hearing that, she made a grossed-out face and turned her head away.
"Fuck, that's creepy......."
But her face was still flushed.
Hye-yong straightened his upper body again and resumed his piston motion.
'Sure, there's no piercing, overflowing pleasure.......'
That didn't mean Hye-yong wasn't getting impatient himself.
Even now, he wanted to just ram deep and savor the sensation of scraping her insides as fast as he could.
Good compatibility meant Hye-yong felt it a whole lot better too.
There was a reason he always pounded Park Yuri like a beast.
But today was penitent sex, so he had to prioritize Park Yuri's mood over his own.
'Well, this feels good in its own way, so whatever.'
Watching Park Yuri's expression slowly melt was its own kind of entertainment.
'Still, only doing it at this pace is a bit dull.'
Feeling that, Hye-yong kept his movements slow and reached a hand toward Park Yuri's chest.
He traced his fingernail lightly around her areola, making her body jolt again and again.
Then he gave it a light pinch.
"Hnn—."
A small, faint voice leaked out.
But her reaction down below was unmistakable.
Just like someone clenching their fist when they're tense, her inner folds clamped down hard and bit down on his shaft.
'Body's way too honest, huh.'
Hye-yong alternated between lightly pinching Park Yuri's nipple and letting it go.
He pulled out slowly when he pinched, and pushed in slowly when he released.
After a few rounds of that, Park Yuri's breathing grew ragged and her insides felt distinctly hotter.
'Shit, because of this fucking bastard I've started feeling it from my chest too.......'
Park Yuri felt her pride sting at the fact that having her chest touched was starting to feel good.
The stimulation was unmistakably gentle. Way too gentle.
Completely different from before.
She could feel clearly that she was being handled as carefully as if she were a baby.
So the stimulation was weak.
And yet, it felt good.
She'd thought her body had gotten so used to chasing the extreme during masturbation that it could no longer feel this kind of subtle stimulation. But now she saw she was wrong.
A climax slowly creeping up on her.
Her head filled with anticipation, her heart pounding, thump-thump, her chest beating pitter-patter.
Squeeze.
'Aaah, him pulling out while pinching my nipple is unfair.'
Schlick....
'While he's pushing in, he's scraping over all the good spots.......'
Precisely because he was going slowly and leisurely, she could feel the effect of Hye-yong's every single action on her body with stark, vivid clarity.
'What the hell even is this bastard.......'
She wanted to deny it, but she could no longer do so.
Her body had become strange.
It was all because of Choi Hye-yong.
She'd turned into a pervert who felt it when he touched her and felt it when he stabbed into her.
She'd never experienced another man before, but the thought kept echoing inside Park Yuri's head.
That only this guy could do this to her.
That even if she gave her body to some other man, it wouldn't feel this good.......
'Every time this guy goes to lay a hand on me, I always get that heart-pounding, spine-chilling feeling. Stuff like this, I only feel from him. There's definitely something going on.'
No matter how much he used the hiding function, some things couldn't be hidden.
The sensitivity buff Hye-yong used especially often on Park Yuri — only her mind didn't know about it. Every instinct, every sense, every single cell was unmistakably branded with it.
The dissonance of her body changing the instant his touch landed, the fear and worry that she might never return to normal, that she might end up suffering even worse cravings — she felt that too.
But right now, the desire to keep going was stronger.
'It's a dream anyway, right. This guy is something I made up...... so then it doesn't really matter.'
Now Park Yuri didn't want to think about anything at all.
It felt nice just kissing, exchanging saliva, letting her mind go blank.
Normally, she'd never in a million years say this, but.......
It's a dream, so it doesn't matter.
Park Yuri spoke to Hye-yong.
"Hey... kiss me. Please?"
For a moment Hye-yong thought he'd misheard. He stared blankly at Yuri, then let out a small laugh.
Then he reached out his right hand and stroked Park Yuri's cheek.
"Park Yuri, what the hell's gotten into you today, being this cute?"
Shut up and just do what I tell you! You're just a stupid dream. In a flash of embarrassment Park Yuri was about to snap at him, but something suddenly made her curious so she bit back the words.
'Does that guy actually think I'm cute and pretty when he says stuff like that?'
She was someone who'd never heard the word "pretty" in her life except from her parents.
Before becoming an Awakened, ever since she was a child, she'd kept her hair short and worked out.
Guys treated her as one of them, and girls called her reliable. That's how she grew up.
Getting older didn't change much.
There were plenty of pretty, feminine girls around, so naturally guys lost interest. Girls thought she was cool and liked her.
She'd even gotten a confession from a girl once.
Her face and figure weren't unfeminine at all, but the air she gave off was just like that.
The kind of woman women liked.
Park Yuri becoming practically a lesbian — there was that kind of background.
Up until now, every time Hye-yong had called her pretty or cute or anything like that, she'd thought he was messing with her.
But lately, she'd started to think he might actually mean it.
If he thought she wasn't feminine, would he cling to her like that, do embarrassing shit like kissing her, say things like asking her to kiss him on the cheek?
Maybe their first impression was bad, but Hye-yong was the first guy in her life who'd ever actually hit on her.
Park Yuri's heart wavered.
"You... hey... do you really think I'm pretty......?"
Park Yuri asked cautiously.
Hye-yong answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"If I didn't think that, I wouldn't be doing this shit."
What, of course. I knew it. Just what I thought. What I thought....... In that instant, Park Yuri felt something off in her own reasoning.
That's not the real Choi Hye-yong, is it?
The one who appeared in my dream, the one I created.
The one I wished for...?
'Did I want to hear Choi Hye-yong tell me I was pretty?'
And maybe even the thought that he looked more handsome than usual.
She was confused.
She'd always thought she didn't care one way or another about guys.
Her confused heart was dragging her real feelings up to the surface of her thoughts.
'Honestly, it felt good when I heard him say I was cute, or pretty, or lovely.'
'Because I'm a woman too.'
'I wanted to hear those words from someone.'
Right. Because it's too embarrassing to say this in reality.
So at least in a dream.......
Park Yuri slowly opened her mouth.
"Then... say I'm pretty again."
"Pretty."
"Say my name too...."
"Park Yuri, you're really pretty."
Her face burned hot.
Even knowing it was a dream, she was so embarrassed she couldn't look Hye-yong in the eye properly.
But for now, she didn't hate this embarrassment that much.
"This time, say I'm lovely."
"Really lovely."
"For real? Not just saying it because I told you to?"
"For real."
Squeeze....
'Ah, every time I say it she clenches. At this rate I'm gonna come just staying still.'
Even now, just talking without moving, the sensation of her insides rhythmically clamping down on his shaft had his climax gradually approaching.
"Then, um, this time... say you love me...."
Squeeze, squeeze....
Thump, thump.
Through the place where they were connected, he could practically feel the emotional turmoil she was experiencing transmitted straight to him.
Park Yuri turned her head at an angle and looked at Hye-yong with a sidelong glance.
Park Yuri was aiming that shy, girlish gaze at him, and his excitement surged even higher.
'Say I love you?'
Saying those words itself wasn't hard.
Hye-yong had already said "I love you" to Park Yuri close to thirty times by his count.
But there's such a thing as mood.
Back then, weren't those situations where the words carried zero meaning?
Just words thrown out carelessly while fucking her senseless to rile her up and see her reaction.
But right now was different.
'In this kind of atmosphere, with her looking at me like that, she wants me to say I love her?'
That was an act no different from confessing and asking her to go out.
'Well, it's not like I can't do it.'
This is a dream.
Hye-yong knows he isn't a dream, but Park Yuri thinks he is.
So that's why she's telling him to say things like "pretty" or "lovely" to her, right?
Because Hye-yong actually did think she was pretty and lovely, he could say it without the slightest hesitation.
'Asking me to say I love you, though, that really is unexpected.......'
Hye-yong slowly let his voice out.
Sure enough, in a mood like this it was a little cringey, but—
"I love... you."
He said it clearly.
Park Yuri's eyes shook.
The ridges rubbing against his shaft stirred more intensely than before.
"Say my name."
"Yuri, I love you......."
Squeeze! Squeeze!
The moment he added her name to "I love you," the biggest reaction so far hit him.
At that point, Hye-yong's lust exploded.
"Sorry, Yuri. I can't hold back anymore."
Saying so, he slammed his hips forward with full force.
Schlik— he plunged all the way in without hesitation, straight into the section that stimulated his shaft the best.
"Hnghk!"
Park Yuri's eyes flew wide open in shock at the sudden deep thrust.
Naturally, she tensed up down below as well.
But even so, Hye-yong's shaft plundered her insides without resistance.
They'd been having the kind of sex that left you no choice but to stay desperate the whole time, so there was so much lubrication the bedsheet was soaked through.
Because of that, it wasn't a squelching sensation — it was more of a slick, slurping schlick.
Even though she hadn't asked him to, he kept going.
"Love you, Yuri. Love you. I love you......."
Hye-yong gasped and repeated the words like a parrot under a stimulation that felt like it was jabbing all the way into his skull.
Park Yuri, feeling a strange sensation, pleaded in a voice drowning in pleasure.
"S-stop saying it already! Haahng—!"
"Ugh, but... every time I say I love you, you squeeze me like crazy and it feels so good."
"Hngh, hht! It makes me feel weird! Every time I hear it, it tickles, I don't even know why, it tick......."
Hye-yong kept chanting the magic word in search of an even greater high.
"Love you, Yuri. Love you, love you, love you......."
"Uuhhngh...! Stop it alreadyyy!"
Just then, Park Yuri put strength into her arms and raised her upper body.
With that, she shoved Hye-yong's chest and pushed him down.
In an instant their positions were reversed, and Park Yuri was now straddling Hye-yong beneath her.
She'd pounced on him into a cowgirl position.
She spread both arms and pinned Hye-yong's head, trapping it from moving, then whispered low.
"I told you to stop......."
"Yu-Yuri?"
"Some stupid dream that won't listen? I'm gonna do this to you."
Park Yuri's face came closer.
Smack....
She sealed his mouth with her own and lowered her hips, guiding the shaft inside herself.
Park Yuri kissing actively and even pushing her tongue in was a rarity.
Schlick, schlick, schlick...!
Even while sucking on his tongue, Park Yuri bucked her body fiercely, swallowing and spitting out the hard rod with her own hole over and over.
Hye-yong was the one getting fucked by her now.
Hye-yong, who wasn't used to being on the receiving end, was seriously thrown off.
'P-pleasure, I can't control the pleasure! It feels good, feels so good.......'
His limit was here.
With the relentless assault hammering him from above without mercy, he could no longer suppress the urge to come.
'Coming......!'
Without realizing it, Hye-yong grabbed Park Yuri's ass hard and thrust his hips up, pressing her down onto his shaft.
It was an instinct-driven move — to lock his seed in without letting it escape and inject it precisely.
Spurt—!
"Hnnph...!"
Feeling the semen flooding her insides, Park Yuri stopped tangling her tongue with his.
Like she was bracing for an important event, she stiffened up and tensed completely.
And when he pumped the third shot into her, her body shuddered and she squeezed Hye-yong with all her might.
"Haahhhhh!!"
She broke the kiss and arched her back, her voice ripping out — that sound meant climax.
'Kuh.'
Spurt—!
They'd gone so long without him coming once, and he'd held back so much, that he felt like every drop of semen he'd saved up was getting emptied out in a single ejaculation.
Park Yuri collapsed, draping herself limply over Hye-yong.
Hye-yong, his face buried in her chest, wrapped his arms around her waist.
Even after the act ended, the two of them stayed like that for a while.
Hye-yong pulled out of the inner world only after confirming Park Yuri had fallen asleep.