91. [Scene] Park Yuri
91. [Scene] Park Yuri
Ah, seriously...
Was this really the right thing to do?
Park Yuri had entered a hotel room with Hye-yong once again. Her heart pounded, even as a draining sensation washed over her hands and feet.
I thought there was no way this would ever happen twice.
She knew it was wrong. She knew better.
Even knowing she shouldn't be doing this, she couldn't bring herself to leave.
She just sat on the bed in her uniform.
"You shower first. You sweat a lot."
"Huh? Uh, yeah."
Hye-yong didn't care about Park Yuri's sweat, but he hated the idea of Park Yuri smelling his, so he suggested the shower.
Deep in thought, Park Yuri flinched in surprise when Hye-yong spoke, then answered awkwardly and shuffled into the shower room to undress.
Standing under the hot stream of water, she sank back into her thoughts.
A match, he says... I blurted that out on the spur of the moment, but how do you even win a match with bedroom stuff?
It wasn't as if she had no knowledge.
She just hadn't had an actual partner; she'd had her share of interest in men.
If you touch it, suck it, and stimulate it... it feels good and then it comes out, right?
She knew the basic principle.
The problem was whether she could actually win.
Her current physical state was the very definition of pent-up frustration.
In this condition, if Hye-yong touched and ravished her, she'd be too busy mewling for there to even be a match.
Still, Park Yuri racked her brain to find a way, thinking that at least making it a competition would be less embarrassing.
Click!
Just then, she heard the sound of the shower stall door opening.
"Wha—what!?"
Startled, Park Yuri instinctively covered herself and turned around.
There stood Hye-yong, just as naked as she was.
"What the hell are you doing! Why are you coming in here completely naked!?"
"Because I wanted to shower with you."
"Shut up and get out! Get out!!"
"We're going to be rolling around naked soon anyway, what's the big deal?"
He wasn't wrong, but this was one thing and that was another.
Park Yuri shouted at him again.
"Get out, I said get out!!"
But Hye-yong didn't listen.
Instead, he stepped closer and hugged Park Yuri from behind.
"Hyaah!"
A scream escaped her involuntarily at the sensation of Hye-yong's body pressing tight against her back.
"Yuri. Your skin is so smooth and it feels so good. I feel like I could get hard just holding you."
Thump! Thump! Thump!
His voice was whispering crude dirty talk right into her ear, so why was her heart racing so much?
Her face flushed hot as her heart rate sped up.
Prod, prod.
Something like a thick pole poked against her ass.
This is... that thing.
She couldn't see it, but she was sure.
The thing that had roughly ravaged her insides that day.
Then, a pair of hands covered her wet breasts.
Hye-yong had reached his arms around from behind and was groping her chest.
Ugh.
She felt like she should tell him to stop, but for some reason she couldn't bring herself to yell at him to piss off.
Park Yuri spoke carefully, her voice not very loud.
"Ch-cheating. This is cheating..."
"What are you talking about? The match started the moment you entered this room."
I-It did?
She felt confused but accepted Hye-yong's touch.
Being touched like this gave her a seriously strange feeling.
I don't usually feel much... but it's different. There's definitely something about this bastard.
Park Yuri didn't particularly enjoy having her breasts touched.
It was because she didn't know if it felt that good, and it only gave her a vague sensation.
But now, being held and touched by Hye-yong, she felt an intense, pounding sensation somewhere inside.
"Ah, Yuri, your tits are so soft and squishy, I love it. I could stay like this forever."
"Please just shut the fuck up!!"
Hearing those words, it somehow made her feel all ticklish...!
Just as she felt that way.
His fingers began touching her nipples.
Ah.
He pressed them firmly, then slowly traced small circles around them.
Her soft nipples hardened and protruded slightly.
Around the time the tip of his finger had brushed her erect nipple about three times.
"Hnng...!"
Park Yuri let out a moan without realizing it.
What was that? That felt good. From just my nipples!?
Having never really felt sexual sensitivity in her chest before, she was nothing short of bewildered.
Whether she reacted or not, Hye-yong's fingers kept stimulating only her nipples.
He lightly pinched the cute little bean-like nubs, tapped them, and rubbed them with firm pressure, leisurely and persistently fondling them.
Lanfang loved it when I teased her nipples. I want to make Park Yuri feel that way too.
Normally, nipples aren't a place where men or women feel that level of sexual pleasure.
But with persistent development, they can eventually become an exquisite erogenous zone capable of inducing orgasm through nipple stimulation alone.
Hye-yong loved that.
The aesthetic of turning an organ that normally only felt a little ticklish into a place that strongly sensed pleasure because of him.
If it felt good every time they were touched, wouldn't his face come to mind?
Just imagining it feels great.
Ordinarily, developing nipple sensitivity required both know-how and a long period of training.
But Hye-yong could drastically shorten that period quite easily through his Caress Proficiency and Pleasure Amplification buffs.
Wh-why does it feel good when he's just touching my nipples? It never feels like anything usually, but when this bastard touches them, a shivery sensation keeps trying to creep up. Why...!
It was, of course, because of the Pleasure Amplification buff.
The moment he saw her back, Hye-yong had sneakily placed the Sensitivity Amplification buff, with its hidden function enabled, onto Park Yuri.
Combined with his skilled nipple caressing, Park Yuri's nipples were already reacting sensitively to pleasure like someone who had undergone months of development.
Tapping, brushing, caressing, pinching.
As Hye-yong's fingers moved, Park Yuri's cute nipples were toyed with and violated this way and that.
"Haat, hng, uuh."
Park Yuri let out thin moans, clearly indicating she was feeling it from her nipples alone.
He had only been touching her left nipple at first, but now his right hand joined in, stimulating both nipples simultaneously.
They've gotten incredibly hard. If I touch them for about 10 minutes, she'll probably cum fast.
But Hye-yong had no intention of letting her off that easily.
Today, Hye-yong had a grand plan.
— Fight me!!
— I lost the sparring match... but I-I can win in bed!!
A proposal that was ridiculously forced.
When he heard that, he was sure.
Park Yuri had approached him because she wanted to create some kind of connection with him, no matter what.
Yeah, Yuri. You can't forget that night, can you?
His joy at having his wish fulfilled was brief.
Hye-yong decided to look at the bigger picture.
Match or not, dragging her straight into a hotel, stripping her, and pounding her like a dog with no foreplay would be fine, but if he was going to do it, he wanted to engrave something firmly into the deepest part of Park Yuri's heart.
The fact that beating him brought no good, and only defeat could give her joy.
He called it: Defeat Addiction.
To do that, building up to it was crucial.
"Hnn, hnn, haah...."
Park Yuri was now having her nipples touched without any resistance, held in his arms.
Hye-yong spoke to her.
"Yuri."
"Wh-what...."
"This is a match, remember? So are you just gonna take it one-sidedly and do nothing?"
H-huh?
Hearing those words, Park Yuri panicked, her mind going blank.
That's right, this is a match... What was I supposed to do again?
Right, touch that thing....
"H-hmph! Who says I didn't know? I was just giving you a handicap for a moment."
Park Yuri snapped coyly, then turned around to face Hye-yong.
"Oh... you're awfully confident."
Thinking about how they were facing each other completely naked was so embarrassing she wanted to turn back around, but it couldn't be helped if she wanted to compete.
Her gaze landed on Hye-yong's rigidly erect manhood.
It's big... and it looks way harder than a dildo.
She poked it lightly.
It felt sturdy and imposing.
I think I can touch it.
She caressed the shaft with her right hand.
It was harder and hotter than she expected.
I just have to do it the same way I saw in the videos.
Park Yuri started giving him a handjob, hardly able to tear her gaze away from the thing.
Thinking she had to win first, her hand movements gradually sped up.
It was a bit clumsy, but it felt good.
"Kgh... your hands are so soft it feels good. I might actually lose at this rate."
The moment he said that, Hye-yong, as if refusing to lose, placed his hands on her chest and began caressing her nipples again.
Once more, a light but wet-sounding moan leaked from Yuri's lips.
Park Yuri, who had been diligently stimulating Hye-yong's hard cock, suddenly grew curious about what kind of expression he was making and raised her head.
He... looks like he's feeling good. But am I really competing properly?
Her own sexual arousal was also gradually rising from the constant stimulation.
Park Yuri wanted to win this match.
If she won here, it felt like her crushed pride would be somewhat patched up.
How can I make him feel even better?
She thought that, and a few seconds later.
H-huh...?
Strangely, she felt like she understood something.
Exactly where and how to stimulate him to make Hye-yong feel the best.
Do I do it like this?
She pressed herself slightly closer and changed her grip on his shaft.
This much strength is about right, isn't it?
Then, matching a steady rhythm, she began to show off a highly technical hand job, snapping her wrist.
Wow... It feels completely different even though it's the same hand!
Park Yuri's handjob began to deliver far greater pleasure than masturbation.
The reason for this, as is obvious without being said, was that Hye-yong had secretly placed a buff with a ridiculously crass name, [ Handjob Skill Increase ], onto Park Yuri.
His expression completely changed. He looks incredibly turned on.
She could tell by looking at his face.
That she was doing it right.
"Kgh, Yuri... you're so good. Ugh, I feel like I'm about to cum."
"Cum? You're gonna cum?"
At the mention of cumming, Park Yuri's hand movements became even more persistent, gripping and stroking the glans and the area around the veins, the parts Hye-yong felt the most.
Her touch, which found the spots that would quickly bring up the urge to ejaculate and stickily slid over them, seemed comparable to the technique of a hostess who had wrung out men's desires at least thousands of times.
"If you do that, I can't hold back—."
"Don't hold back. Cum. I said lose!"
Indeed.
Just as she said, there was no need for him to hold back.
Hye-yong accepted the rising urge to ejaculate brought on by the stimulation and climaxed from Park Yuri's handjob.
"I'm cumming...."
"U-uwah...."
His shaft swelled slightly and at the same time, it twitched and powerfully spat out semen.
Park Yuri, who had been staring entranced at the sight of the spurting white liquid splashing repeatedly onto her lower belly, let out a small gasp of admiration.
That stuff was poured inside me, right? Over and over, again and again....
And clearly, again today....
While she was lost in admiration and fantasy, Hye-yong put on an aggrieved act.
"I didn't know you were this good... I lost."
"Huh?"
Now that she thought about it, she won?
She actually won?
It was that easy?
They had both done foreplay, but Hye-yong had climaxed, overwhelmed by the pleasure, while she hadn't yet.
She could definitively say she had won this match.
Ah....
For a moment, the joy of victory washed over her, but it was truly just a fleeting instant.
It was because the nipple that had been continuously touched until just before Hye-yong came was now throbbing and aching.
I-I want to feel relieved too....
She looked at Hye-yong with that thought, but he had already turned his back and was washing himself.
No way, was it over with this...?
"Well, I lost, so it can't be helped."
It wasn't over, was it!?
"But you didn't think this would completely settle who won, did you?"
She hurriedly answered him.
"O-of course not!!"
"I'll wash up first and wait. You wash up and come out too."
Hye-yong washed his body meticulously and left the shower.
Watching him go, Park Yuri recalled what Hye-yong had done to her before.
He even washed stuff like my armpits and between my toes like crazy....
She had been so worried she might have a weird smell or something.
At the very least, that shouldn't happen today.
Park Yuri, bracing herself for Hye-yong violating her body, scrubbed every nook and cranny clean.
To act on the premise that she was going to be violated.
It was a mindset the Park Yuri of a few weeks ago couldn't have even imagined.
Without feeling any sense of dissonance about it, Park Yuri dried her body with a towel.
Clothes... going out without wearing anything feels a bit much.
She deliberately put on the clothes that were destined to be stripped off her anyway, and walked out to the bed where Hye-yong was waiting.