Waves of Pleasure
Her slick, wet inner walls parted, sucking my fingers in with no space left between them.
"Hik!"
Yuna's insides were already drenched like a flood after the long session of stimulation.
An abnormally scorching heat traveled up my fingertips.
The narrow passage twitched and clenched hard around my fingers, as if trying to expel the intruder or swallow it even deeper.
I started moving my fingers carefully, pushing deeper inside.
Squish. Squish….
The lewd sounds produced by the friction between her sticky juices and soft flesh.
"D-Dohun-ahaaah…!! Haaah―!!?"
Yuna twisted her body every which way, completely lost, letting out endless cries of pleasure.
Every time I pulled my fingers out and thrust them back in, her body—drowning in ecstasy—thrashed wildly across the bed.
The most beautiful idol in all of South Korea, panting and helpless beneath me.
The knowledge that I was the one controlling her in such a filthy, disheveled state filled me with a dark thrill of immorality and conquest.
What I was doing now was simply an extension of the treatment meant to ease Yuna's symptoms.
Yet as I gazed down at her tear-streaked, sweat-soaked, utterly ruined face, I couldn't stop the surge of masculine pride and raw arousal that rose inside me.
Squish―.
After fingering deep inside her for a while, my eyes caught on the swollen, insistent little bud rising between us.
Almost instinctively, I pressed my finger against that hypersensitive nub.
"Kyaaak――!!!"
Yuna screamed as if she'd blacked out, her body leaping off the bed.
The violent reaction—like she'd been electrocuted—startled me so much I froze.
"You okay?"
"Ah, huuk…! Dohun…! Th-there…!"
Yuna, face covered in tears and drool, looked up at me with eyes glazed in obscene heat.
"There…! It's too—huut! Sensitive…! D-don't touch it…! Please…."
Her voice trembled, soaked in pleasure, as she begged me.
The moment our eyes met—hers so pitiful—a strange emotion uncoiled deep in my chest and reared its head.
Sadism.
The dark urge to ignore her tearful pleas, to push this beautiful girl to her absolute limit and break her completely.
It's for Yuna.
Repeating that clumsy self-justification, I sped up the piston motion of my fingers inside her.
At the same time, I began rubbing her swollen clit hard with my thumb.
Splash! Splash! Splash! Splash!….
The wet sounds of her gushing juices and my thrusting fingers grew louder and filthier.
"No—don't――!!! Haaaaaaaang~~~~~!!!!"
The stimulation must have slammed straight into her brain. Yuna thrashed violently, screaming at the top of her lungs.
Overwhelmed by pleasure too intense to bear, she suddenly bolted upright, threw her arms around my neck, and buried her face against me.
"Uguuuguuut――!!??"
Her tears and saliva smeared across my skin.
The harder she cried and clung to me, the more cruelly my fingers accelerated.
Squish!! Squish!! Squish!! Squish!! Squish!! Squish!!
The wet friction sounds came faster and faster. The instant her arms tightened around my neck—
Whoosh!!
A powerful jet burst out with the force of a dam breaking. A clear stream of liquid shot into the air like a fountain.
It didn't stop after one spurt.
Squish! Squish! Squish!….
Whoosh!! Whooooooosh―!!!
In perfect rhythm with my ruthless fingering, hot jets kept erupting, soaking my hand, the sheets—everything.
"―――――――!!!!"
Yuna pressed her face even deeper into my neck, letting out a choked, muffled scream as the ultimate wave of ecstasy crashed through her entire body.
"One last time…!"
I drove my fingers as deep as they could possibly go—
"Kyaaaaaaaak――――!!!!!!"
Whoooooooooosh――――!!!!!!
Yuna clung to my neck with crushing strength and finally broke, screaming as the final massive squirt exploded out of her.
Her hips bucked high into the air one last time before she collapsed, convulsing in my arms.
"Hek… hek… hek…."
The trembling slowly faded, her breathing grew shallow, and the arms that had been gripping me so tightly went limp.
I gently laid her exhausted body back down on the bed.
"Hueh… huut…."
Yuna was utterly destroyed.
Tears, snot, and drool ran down her face, yet the corners of her mouth kept twitching upward in a dazed, sloppy grin. She looked like a complete addict lost in a drug haze.
The sight of Yusia—South Korea's top idol—in such a decadent, broken state sent blood rushing violently to my groin until it throbbed painfully.
Still, I forced down the boiling lust, wiped the sweat from my forehead, and asked,
"Haa… you okay?"
Yuna looked up at me with half-lidded, hazy eyes and lisped cutely.
"I-I'm otay…."
"Feeling a little better now?"
She blinked slowly, face still dreamy, then mumbled in a tiny voice.
"Jus' a liiittle…."
"What?"
I let out a stunned laugh.
After hours of this, after back-to-back orgasms that made her squirt all over the bed, and she says it's only a little better?
Then her expression, still gazing up at me dreamily, twisted strangely.
It was the dangerous look of someone desperately fighting back a thirst that was about to burst free.
When her eyes drifted down to my waist, I finally understood what she was truly craving.
She wanted me inside her.
Honestly, I was just as worked up. The urge to bury myself in her heat nearly overwhelmed me.
But then fear hit me like a bucket of ice water.
If I gave in right now, in her current state, I had no idea what kind of abnormal reaction she might show.
She breathed hard, clearly wrestling with herself, then suddenly grabbed my cheeks with both hands.
"Kiss me…."
Yuna whispered, her voice full of desperate longing.
In those trembling eyes, I caught a glimpse of the Kim Yuna who had once loved me with all her heart.
I realized what she wanted from me in this moment wasn't raw lust—it was affection and comfort.
I leaned down carefully and pressed a soft, light kiss to her pink lips.
"……!"
That single gentle kiss made her flushed, pleasure-drunk face turn an even deeper shade of red.
She opened and closed her mouth as if overwhelmed, then shyly looked away.
The strange shift in temperature left me tilting my head in confusion.
Yuna looked up again, acting spoiled as she whispered,
"One more…."
I chuckled and gave her another light kiss.
"Again… one more…."
Smack. Smack.
"One moreee…."
After three or four of those tender kisses, Yuna's eyes began to lose focus again as she stared at me. Then she suddenly flinched, coming back to her senses.
"Th-that's enough…! If we keep going any further…."
Her face burned crimson as she trailed off, unable to finish.
"If we keep going?"
I teased her on purpose. Yuna avoided my eyes and muttered in a voice so small I could barely hear it.
"I might… really end up wanting to do it with you…."
That shy confession made my cock throb again, but I pretended not to notice and kept teasing.
"What? I didn't catch that. What happens if we do more?"
"Ugh, I don't know!! Stop asking me that!!"
Yuna yelped and yanked the blanket over her head in one swift motion.
There was some rustling under the covers, then a tiny, crawling voice emerged.
"Um… my face earlier… it was really ugly and gross, wasn't it…?"
She must have been remembering how she'd looked while squirting and grinning like an idiot.
I smiled silently and answered,
"No. It was incredibly cute."
"Liar…."
Her pouty voice came from beneath the blanket.
If this had been in the past, I would have pulled the covers off and gently comforted her, telling her she was the prettiest, most lovable girl in the world.
Those sweet words hovered on the tip of my tongue, but I swallowed them.
We weren't lovers anymore.
If I opened my heart and started dating Yuna again, she might abandon her entire life as an idol and become completely addicted to me—like I was a drug.
Besides, this evening I was supposed to meet another ex-girlfriend who might have run away carrying the exact same symptoms.
Until I untangled all these bizarre threads, I couldn't afford to show my feelings carelessly.
So instead of sweet words, I reached out and silently stroked the rounded lump of her head under the blanket.
Yuna accepted my touch obediently and whispered in a small voice,
"Thank you, Dohun… My head felt like it was going to explode, but now that you've touched me, it feels so clear and refreshed."
A deep sigh escaped from under the blanket.
"It feels so good… When you touch me and comfort me like this… I really feel like I've been reborn. That's why I want you even mo—"
Yuna suddenly cut herself off, clamping her mouth shut before she could confess something too heavy.
She quickly changed the subject.
"U-um! Didn't you say you were meeting a friend tonight?"
I checked the time.
"Ah…."
Way more time had passed than I'd realized. I couldn't afford to linger.
"I'll head out now!"
As I hurried toward the front door, a mischievous impulse struck me. I turned back and tossed out,
"Want me to leave you another pair of my underwear before I go?"
I expected a scream.
Instead, after a short silence beneath the blanket…
"…Yes."
The answer came back—small, crushed with shame, barely audible.
I stopped dead in my tracks, completely stunned.
In the end, I couldn't take back my own words. I had to pull down my pants, strip off my underwear, and leave it carefully on the bed.
Then, wearing nothing underneath my pants, I fled Yuna's apartment like I was escaping.