Kneading Miyeon's Ass
"Mmph— Ahh—"
Kang Cheonhu pulled Yoo Miyeon into a tight embrace, stroking her back as he forced a kiss on her. It hadn't been long in real time, but to Miyeon, it felt like an eternity. It was unmistakably repulsive, yet a subtle pleasure seeped in from where her lips met his and from the spots his hands touched—a truly bizarre sensation for her.
"What the hell is going on?"
Yoo Jinseok truly had no idea what was happening. The moment he thought Miyeon had suddenly approached Kang Cheonhu, a sandstorm whirlwind erupted around them, completely blocking his view. Jinseok's eyesight was exceptional, but even he couldn't pierce the total visual barrier to see what was unfolding inside.
"Sis... no way, is she fighting Kang Cheonhu?"
Of course, Jinseok had no clue that Miyeon was currently receiving a kiss from Kang Cheonhu, with his hands groping her body. If he knew the truth, he would've charged in without a second thought, regardless of the opponent.
⋯
(Kukuku. What a slim, soft waist. Alright then...)
"N-Ngh!"
Kang Cheonhu's hand, which had been gently caressing Miyeon's lower back, now slid downward to grope her ass. His palm glided over the thin high-leg swimsuit covering her cheeks before he began roughly kneading her firm flesh.
(T-This kind of thing... Ngh...)
No man had ever groped or toyed with Miyeon so brazenly before. Since awakening as an S-rank hero in her childhood, everyone around her saw her as a razor-sharp blade—no one dared try anything funny. Caught off guard by the sudden assault on her ass, Miyeon's body stiffened. She'd only permitted a kiss, not touching or kneading her ass, but the shock froze her solid, leaving her unable to voice any protest.
(Kukuku. Nice and perky, great texture.)
Kang Cheonhu caressed the whole of Miyeon's beautiful, taut ass. Under his kneading, her smooth cheeks shifted and deformed enticingly, boasting excellent elasticity and softness. He deemed it the most satisfying ass he'd ever handled.
"Haah... Ngh...!"
As his skilled fingers worked her flesh, a lewd whimper escaped Miyeon's lips. The kneading sent subtle sexual jolts through her, and though shame made her suppress the sounds, Kang Cheonhu—face pressed close during the kiss—heard them clearly.
(Kukuku. Moaning after just a little kneading? More sensitive than I thought. Well, with a body this slutty and sexy, how could she not be?)
Hearing her moans filled Kang Cheonhu with satisfaction at arousing her sexually. He kneaded harder, squeezing her ass intensely like he was wringing it out. Paradoxically, the rougher he got, the more intense the pleasure surging from her cheeks—like a flood of endorphins.
"Haah! Hnngh!"
"Kukuku. Stick out your tongue. Yeah, like that."
*Slurp— Slurp—*
As Miyeon moaned and unwittingly pushed her tongue past her lips, Kang Cheonhu sucked on it greedily before thrusting his own into her mouth. His tongue invaded, exploring every corner, rubbing fiercely even between her teeth and gums.
"Mmph?!"
Miyeon was stunned as his tongue ravaged her mouth. She'd braced for a kiss, but not a full deep French one. Shock hit her, but her face heated up, her head spinning dizzyingly. Her cheeks flushed crimson, her eyes glazing over with unfocused pupils. Her lewd expression was proof she was lost in sexual ecstasy.
(Kukuku. Blissed out from just a kiss? Sluttier than I imagined.)
Kang Cheonhu reveled in his technique's power to entrance her. He kept kissing her deeply while groping her ass without restraint.
(Aaah. Haah. S-Something's... weird. Hnngh.)
Under the relentless kisses and ass-kneading, sexual stimulation overwhelmed Miyeon. Her heart pounded inexplicably, her lower belly heating up with uncontrollable arousal. Her face burned red, her body twitching involuntarily. Kang Cheonhu's caresses were far from amateur—his fingertips targeted spots that amplified her pleasure, igniting her senses rapidly.
(Kukuku. Lewd bitch. They call her the Sword Princess, but she's really the Slut Princess.)
Kang Cheonhu smirked inwardly at how hypersensitively her body reacted. Far more responsive than expected.
(Time to go bolder, then.)
*Squish!*
"Hyaah!"
Resolved to escalate, Kang Cheonhu's fingers didn't stop at kneading over her swimsuit. They groped the exposed flesh below the high-cut edges, then slipped underneath to touch her bare ass directly.
(H-He’s touching my bare ass!)
"Haah! Hnngh!"
Miyeon jolted at the direct skin contact. His hand slid smoothly between the swimsuit fabric, pressing against her naked cheeks. The bare touch sent far stronger pleasure than over cloth.
"Hngh! Haaah!"
"Kukuku."
Kang Cheonhu hugged her tighter, both hands now ravaging her bare ass. Miyeon felt unimaginable sexual bliss, her body growing feverish. Lewd moans leaked from her lips pressed to his, and as he thrust his tongue deeper, his thick saliva flowed down her throat with wet gulps. He savored her sweet drool in return.
His musky, tanned scent filled her nose—intense and unfamiliar, yet strangely arousing. He buried his nose in her hair, inhaling her soft, fragrant locks. Pressed against his chest, she felt her plush breasts squishing into his hard pectorals; he relished the sensation, rubbing against them.
(W-What’s this hard thing...?)
He gripped her ass firmly, yanking her hips flush against his lower body. Through their clothes, Miyeon felt his rock-hard erection prodding her belly like a club—thick, rigid, unmistakable even through his suit and her swimsuit.
(So hot... What is it? Some kind of weapon...?)
From the stiff object jabbing her abdomen came scorching heat, like it could pierce right through. Miyeon never imagined it was a man's cock.
(Aaah. My body feels... so weird...! Ah!)
"Aaah! Ngh!"
But as his rigid, burning shaft ground against her, her body reacted instinctively, twitching wildly. Deep inside her core, an unfamiliar writhing stirred.
*Throb♡ Throb♡ Throb♡ Twitch— Twitch—*
Sensing his cock pressing close, Miyeon's pussy and womb pulsed and clenched in rhythm.