A Long Night
"…Hnnph…♥"
Hot breath brushed against my fingertips.
A dark, quiet room in the middle of the night. In that small space that belonged to just the two of us, the thick, heated fragrance of pleasure hung heavy in the air.
"…Nngh…♥"
I traced my fingers slowly along the slick valley of her body, already wet and gleaming with her own juices, teasing as I went. From the peaks that stood stiff and high to announce how aroused she was, down to the little spring that wept tears of pleasure, and further still to the sticky well that twitched and clenched as if begging for something more.
No matter which of them I touched, she twisted her body as though she simply couldn't take it.
"…Hhk—nngh…♥♥!"
I pulled her in against me to stop her thrashing, drawing her body deep into my arms. The faint scent of her rose up from how close she was, and I buried my nose in her hair and breathed her in.
Ever since she'd become a woman, she'd always carried this pleasant, faintly sweet fragrance. What would you even call a scent like that? If I had to put it into words—something close to powdered milk, or condensed milk. Was that what people meant by a milky smell?
"…Hnnn…♥♥"
But it didn't feel like the scent of a baby. Calling a pervert like her a baby was a stretch to begin with. No—it was more like a soft, alluring fragrance that gently stirred a man's desire.
"…Hnnngh…♥♥♥!?"
She came again, her whole body shuddering. Hot spring water spilled into my palm, and a tremor like an earthquake ran through the body pressed against my chest. It almost felt as if the wave of her pleasure was washing through me, too.
"…Haa…♥♥ Hhnn…♥♥"
She'd already climaxed three times, and her ragged breathing showed no sign of settling down.
…Was she seriously still not done?
If she were satisfied and ready to sleep, she'd show it. Instead she was still surrendering herself completely to my hands.
It had already been a full two months since we'd started sharing pleasure like this. Whether to call it getting used to it or getting pickled in it—I wasn't sure. At first, one or two rounds would knock her out cold. Lately, that wasn't nearly enough. She'd gone past simple dissatisfaction into something that looked like addiction, like dependency.
Not that I minded… but I was reaching my own limit here.
…What to do.
Hmm.
Then again—when had I ever been the type to overthink the consequences? If I'd been that kind of person, I never would have done sumata with her on day one.
"Jae-min."
"…Hweh…♥?"
Sumata… was tempting, but doing it like this would set the whole bed creaking loud enough to carry. So I'd have to go another route.
"Jerk me off like this."
"…Heh…♥?"
"I touch you, you stroke me. Got it?"
"Hik♥!?"
I tugged my pants down just enough for my cock to spring free and guided her hand to it. She flinched at the heat that had built up while I'd been caressing her—then, as if she finally understood what I wanted, those slender fingers brushed lightly against my shaft.
After holding back for so long, the touch of a woman's fingers made my cock jump like static electricity had just crackled through it. Savoring that sharp jolt of sensation, I gave her clit a light flick—a little push—and said,
"Come on. Move."
"Hnhik♥!? …O-okay…♥"
Her fingertips, which had been exploring the head, smeared the bead of precum gathered at the tip across her palm—then slid down and wrapped around the shaft. Soft fingers squeezed and stroked the length, then swept delicately over the most sensitive spots.
Feeling that spine-tingling pleasure, I went after her weak points in turn.
"Nngh…♥♥ Hnnnit…♥♥"
It was basically the same as masturbating—just a hand stimulating a cock. Was it because the hand wasn't mine? Or because it was a soft woman's hand? The red desire that had been boiling up in me all this time seemed to overflow and flood my vision.
"…Hnnhep…♥♥ Hwaang…♥♥"
…I'd noticed this before, but she was surprisingly good at this, wasn't she? Maybe because she'd been a guy, she knew a man's body well. Even when I'd had her give me a blowjob, she'd had this uncanny knack for finding exactly the stimulation I wanted. Back then, though, both of us had wanted me in control, so it hadn't hit quite as hard…
But this handjob felt far better than when I'd made her use an onahole on me. Of course it did—these were motions she was used to performing on herself.
"…Hhaaang…♥♥"
The more she got worked up, the more intense her hand became. Almost like she was masturbating. As if she were chasing her own pleasure and seeking out stronger stimulation in the process.
"Hnnnaaah♥♥♥!"
Her body flooded with climax, and her hand clenched hard around my cock. My own desire hit its limit—I was a breath away from exploding.
But I couldn't finish like this. Everything else I could deal with… but cum was a disposal problem.
"Hnnn…♥♥"
Then I'd just make sure it got taken care of. I sat up at once and brought my cock right to her face.
"Open your mouth."
"Hweeh…♥ Hwoook…♥♥"
Just as I told her, she stuck out her red tongue and opened wide, and I pushed my cock straight in. A warm, wet sensation completely different from soft fingers.
"Nngghh…♥♥"
"I'm cumming."
I buried myself all the way to the root, to the deepest part of her throat—and unleashed everything I'd been holding back.
Throb, throb—!
"Uuunnngh…♥♥♥!?"
Something flooded out past the edge of my consciousness, and a fierce wave of pleasure crashed through me. A white flash bloomed in the dark room. At the same time, as if the climax that had been ebbing a moment ago had surged back, the body pinned beneath me arched and jerked.
"Hnnnngh…♥♥♥"
"Nnh…"
I'd held out longer than usual, and the aftershocks stretched on. Even I had no idea how much cum had built up—the orgasm just kept going. Through the hand gripping her head, I could feel her struggling to swallow the load filling her mouth, her throat working hard.
"Khuh, kph… hnn…♥♥ Chuu…♥♥"
"Haa…"
A choked cough sounded from her. But I didn't let go of her head. She knew, too, that I wouldn't release her until I'd finished riding out every last bit of this afterglow.
And then—a small tongue began to tease against my cock.
"…Hey."
"Churp…♥♥"
"…You want more?"
"…Mmh…♥♥"
…Looks like tonight was going to be a long one.
"…"
Clink.
"…"
Tap.
"…"
Clink.
A quiet breakfast laid out for Seollal, with tteokguk as the centerpiece. The only sounds filling the air were the clink of dishes.
At a glance it looked like any peaceful family morning meal—except the atmosphere was a little… off.
And the single biggest source of that weird atmosphere was the person sitting right next to me.
I knew why. That was the problem—I knew exactly why…
I glanced over at her…
She hadn't even picked up her spoon. Her face was red all the way to the tips of her ears, and she just sat there staring at the floor, completely frozen.
She'd been like this ever since we left the room this morning and she caught Mom's awkward smile.
…Yeah, there was no way we weren't getting caught.
Even if no one heard anything, she always got so wet… When I woke up this morning, the state of the bedding was catastrophic. It was winter, so the door had stayed shut the whole time—the smell must have filled the whole room. And it wasn't like we were going to wash the sheets ourselves. Sooner or later, someone was going to find out.
"…"
I turned the other way and looked at my little brother sitting on my other side. He'd been giving me this sly look all morning. The face of a teenage kid listening to his teacher talk about a first love, maybe. Why was a college student who already knew how the world worked acting like this?
Don't tell me he actually heard everything?
"…?"
…What now. My brother's expression was getting weirder by the second.
"…Honestly, isn't that way too unfair?"
"Huh?"
"How come I don't have a childhood-friend sister-in-law?"
What the hell was this kid about to say.
"How come I don't have an obsessive beautiful-girl childhood friend who won't reverse her rubber shoes even when I go to the military—and then marries me while I'm still enlisted!?"
Had he finally lost it?
And who said childhood friend. Jae-min was a high school friend… wait. Childhood friend? Were Jae-min and I childhood friends? Come to think of it, in this history we'd known each other since middle school, too.
"Aaagh! I want a super-hot obsessive beautiful-girl childhood friend too—urk!"
"You little psycho."
"Aaagh! Tap! Tap!"
Oops—my body moved faster than my head, and I'd already locked him in a headlock. Hmm. Been a while since I'd felt this. Whenever this kid had one of his little meltdowns at home, handling him had always been my job.
"Kang-yeon! Let him go."
"Yeah."
"…It's not fair…"
I released my arm at Mom's intervention. My brother was still whining about how unfair it all was, but the real problem with this kid was that his mouth was loose, his actions were loose—everything about him was loose.
"So, son. Have you been doing the laundry properly at home?"
"…Uh…"
"And our daughter-in-law—I'm glad you two seem so close. Still, you should plan those things carefully so nothing unexpected happens. Having a baby while you're still in school could make things hard."
"Y-yeah…"
"Aaaah—y-yes, ma'am…!"
Mom sighed at our reactions. And Dad hadn't said a single word this whole time. Maybe he'd decided to just pretend he didn't know.
…Even if Dad did say something, it would probably just make things more awkward.
So breakfast had turned into a bit of a circus from the start—but it passed without any real incident. I mean, what was anyone going to say about a married couple doing that kind of thing? Back in the old days, people lived under one roof and had kids and everything. Even now, some newlyweds lived with their parents. That was just how it was.
That was… how it was, right?
…Anyway. I decided to just think of it that way.