An Unfamiliar Sensation
I meekly surrendered my body to Hana. If it were up to me, I would have pounced on her right then and there.......
'She's incredibly proactive today.'
Ju Hana was someone who subtly observed my reactions even in everyday life, let alone when our bodies were intertwined. It wasn't just with me—she was generally very mindful of other people.
For Hana to be expressing her desires so actively... how could I not go along with it?
I found myself thinking once again how fortunate it was that I'd come five times this morning. Otherwise, I never would've been able to hold back. That's how charming Hana was today.
I stayed still.
Hana, still wearing the fox mask, smiled with satisfaction. Whether it was because of her red-painted lips, or the red paint etched onto the mask, that smile looked bewitching.
"Please teach me."
"......?"
"The place that pleases you, young master."
In a gentle voice.
"Yep."
I answered vigorously.
"You're breaking the immersion, you idiot......."
Hana pouted her lips and glared at me with dissatisfaction. Hmm, even when her Kitsune act dropped, her personality was a bit different from usual. How should I put it—it felt like she was saying all the things she was normally too timid to say.
I grinned awkwardly and replied.
"Sorry. But I can't act."
"Even just giving simple responses?"
"It's too uncomfortable."
I'd be fine if they just told me to keep my mouth shut and do action acting. I've always been decent at using my body since I was a kid. But the moment I try to deliver even a simple line, I feel this awkwardness that's hard to describe. Acting isn't something just anyone can do.
"But I can't just keep nodding my head the whole time either. Try to understand."
At my words, Hana nodded as if she had no choice.
"Tch. Anyway, stay still. I'll do it, young master."
"You're going to keep calling me young master?"
"Yes. So would you kindly shut up now, young master?"
"Whoa. That's harsh."
Hana telling me to shut up. It was a bit shocking, but thinking about it, it wasn't that surprising.
'I've been cussed out plenty by Bback-sa.'
And it wasn't just cussing. I'd been sexually harassed plenty too, called a virgin loser and told to go jack off. And that Bback-sa was none other than Ju Hana's alt account.
Anyway, I reacted in my own way, and Hana continued the act in her own way, half out of character. She placed her hands on the bed and lowered her head.
Jjok. Chyup-
"Euhht. Heuhat. It tickles!"
A shiver ran through me at the ticklish sensation. It was because Hana had pressed her lips to the nape of my neck and sucked.
She rolled her tongue and looked up at me with dissatisfied, narrowed eyes.
"Not Hana. Kitsune."
"...Yep. Kitsune-nim."
"Drop the -nim. What kind of young master calls a gisaeng 'nim'?"
"......."
I wanted to ask what kind of gisaeng talked back to a young master like this, but I decided to just shut up. Maybe it would be better not to use any names at all when talking.......
'It kinda feels like I'm doing this with someone other than Hana.'
Maybe because she was so different from usual, it felt new. Hana was someone with many sides to her.
Anyway, Hana began trailing over my body, clumsy yet sincere. Starting from the left side of my neck, she moved down to my collarbone, then kissed the right side of my neck as if trying to balance things out.
Jjopjjop, chyureureureup. Chupchup.
Honestly, Hana wasn't good at foreplay. It seemed like she was imitating what I'd done to her, so the form was there, but the actual stimulation was lacking. It was just scratching the surface, so to speak.
I was in the middle of presumptuously evaluating Hana's foreplay like that.
She flinched.
Hana's kisses, which had been tracing my neck, stopped, and at that moment, my body also stiffened slightly. It was because Hana, while continuing her caresses, had accidentally touched the cover sheet. The tip of her fingernail had slightly dug in between the skin and the cover sheet.
"......."
I went around with a long cover sheet attached from the base of my neck down to my collarbone. But most of my friends didn't know this fact. It was because the cover sheet was very thin and close to my skin color. The fact that I mainly wore hoodies and crew-neck tees that clung to my neck was probably a factor too.
However, all the women I'd been intimate with knew about the existence of this cover sheet. How could they not, when we'd stripped off all our clothes and had sex? They probably just didn't ask out of consideration for me.
It was the same for Hana. She too had seen the cover sheet when we were intimate before, but she'd pretended not to and let it pass. And now, she'd accidentally touched it.
'I forgot to change it. I wore it for way too long.'
It was soaked with sweat from exercising in the morning, and got wet with water when I showered before and after being with Seora noona. Which meant the adhesive had weakened.
"S-sorry......!"
The acting completely dropped and she was back to her usual Hana. Her voice trembled like an aspen leaf. As if trying to stick the cover sheet back on, Hana pressed her palm against the nape of my neck.
I smiled bitterly and removed Hana's hand. At that, Hana's eyes shook uncontrollably. Did she think I was angry? I hurriedly calmed her down.
"It's okay. What do you have to be sorry for?"
"But......."
"It's not because of you. It's because I forgot to put on a new one today."
Saying that, I peeled off the cover sheet myself.
Jjik, jjiiik.
It was an item with strong adhesive, but it came off easily. Along with a cool sensation, the scar was revealed.
"Ah......."
"You had a rough idea, right? Well, you saw the conti."
"Yeah. But I didn't think it'd be like this......."
Hana choked up, her voice trembling faintly. It was a natural reaction. Honestly, even I thought it was pretty bad. Still, I guess it was fortunate she wasn't bawling her eyes out like Areum did.
"I don't really care about it, so don't make that face."
Hmm, now that I'd said it, the words weren't very convincing. How could I not care when I kept it tightly covered everywhere I went? Still, it wasn't an entire lie.
"It's okay for you to see it."
"...For me?"
"Mmm. Including our club members too? I think it's okay with people I'm close to. Though that doesn't mean I want to show it off."
Psychologically, there was a huge difference between briefly revealing it to a small, intimate circle and exposing it to an unspecified number of people. Frankly speaking, it wasn't a nice-looking scar, was it? I also hated the idea of making the other person needlessly worry about it.
Anyway, it wasn't a topic I wanted to talk about at length.
I deliberately put on a pitiful expression and spoke.
"Hana, I have a request."
"W-what is it?"
"See, I'm in so much pain......."
"In, in pain? Where?"
Hana started in alarm and straightened up. Her flustered state was kind of funny. The corners of my mouth, which had been down in a sulk, crept up involuntarily.
"My dick hurts so bad. Can't we hurry up and finish what we were doing?"
"...Jeez!"
Peok!
"Euk!? Y-you hit me?"
This is crazy! Hana hit me! Not Areum, but Hana?!
'Why is she crying while glaring at me.'
Being glared at with eyes brimming with moisture was kind of turning me on. Huk, do I have an M side too? No, I actually hate that stuff.
If I had to pick S or M, I was an S. Because like this.......
Pinch.
"Hueeak?!"
Seeing a pretty woman flustered is fun, you see. When I gently pinched her nipple, her reaction was incredibly juicy.
Peokpeokpeokpeokpeok!
A flurry of blows rained down. She pounded on my chest with her fists.
"S-stop! I'm sorry!"
"Shiiii......."
This was why atmosphere was so important. Even while wearing the mask, she was now just the usual Ju Hana. While saying sorry with my mouth, I chuckled and patted Hana's butt.
"Hurry up and do it. If you don't, I will?"
"...Fine, so lie down straight."
"Yep."
I snorted with laughter and sprawled out on my back. The roleplay was already a lost cause, so this was my way of saying, do whatever you want.
'Seems like she's calmed down.'
Naturally, I had acted playfully on purpose. I ended up showing her anyway, but I didn't want the mood to get serious because of this.
Hana lowered her head. Only then did my lips twist bitterly. A wound so old that not even plastic surgery could erase it... the thought of having to hide it for the rest of my life made me feel like shit.
Just then, Hana, who had lowered her head, pressed her lips to my wound. My body flinched at the unexpected action.
Jjok. Seureup.
A tongue coated with saliva trailed over my scar. It was a strange sensation. It was skin dulled by the burn, yet a weirdly ticklish feeling transmitted through it.
"Ah, euheut."
"...Do you hate it? Should I stop?"
Hana asked cautiously.
I closed my eyes and stroked the back of Hana's head. I pressed lightly, bringing Hana's face closer to my neck.
"It's okay. Keep going."
"...Okay."
Having answered quietly, Hana started pressing her lips again. The kisses, careful and sincere, continued, but they were insufficient to be called foreplay. How much stimulation could come from kissing and rolling your tongue on dulled skin?
But it was truly fascinating. That faint sensation felt satisfying. Was this one of my erogenous zones? My body kept twitching at the unfamiliar sensation.
The kisses stretched long from the nape of my neck down to my collarbone. Finally, after tracing over every burn scar, Hana burrowed into my arms and hugged me tight.
I hugged Hana back, patted her on the back, and whispered.
"Hana."
"Yeah."
"Now, instead of there, suck down below. My dick hurts......."
Peok!
"Kek!"
It seemed Hana had gotten a lot more comfortable with me too. Seeing how she threw punches without hesitation.
'I wasn't joking though.'
Ah, seriously, my dick really hurt. When was she going to do it.......