I'm Really Gonna Touch Every Inch
Half of it was her genuine desire for me to touch her for real, and the other half was the overwhelming shyness holding her back from letting my hands wander. That's what I sensed in the tremor of her voice.
My choice was obvious.
"…Hngh…"
I cast aside all my earlier hesitation and gripped her waist with both hands. The moment my palms made contact, a short, sharp moan escaped her lips.
Our skinship had grown more intense and natural over time, so touching her like this wasn't all that difficult anymore. But today, her outfit made me extra cautious.
Yet here she was, explicitly giving me permission? No reason to hold back.
-Squeeze
"Haah…"
I gripped her fragile, almost breakable waist with force, kneading it like dough. The sounds coming from her grew even louder than before.
Of course, abandoning my hesitation didn't mean I planned to ignore Yeoreum sis's warning. Like I'd thought before, that could mess up our three-way dynamic.
But touching was fine. This wasn't self-rationalization—anything short of the real deal was obviously okay. The question was whether I could hold back from going all the way while touching her.
I'd resisted earlier because I didn't trust myself, but now that things had come to this, I clenched my teeth and resolved to endure.
With her permission granted.
And since full-on sex was off the table, I'd pour all my desire into touches and skinship.
"Sis."
"Yeah…"
"You said it yourself. I'm not holding back. I'm gonna touch you everywhere."
"…Don't."
I checked one last time, locking eyes with her as she pulled my neck closer, gazing down at me with her flushed face.
-Slide
Slowly, I moved my hands from her waist downward, placing them near her hips. Her tense body stiffened completely, and my palms slipped past the bunny girl top onto the fishnet stockings.
-Gulp
I swallowed dryly. My eyes stayed on her face, but all my focus was in my hands. Even through the mesh, I could feel the smooth curve of her thighs flowing from her hips and the soft give of her ass.
And as I'd declared, my goal was the touching itself.
-Knead
"Hng…!"
Not too rough, with subtle motions, I massaged the sides of her thighs and around her hips. Overwhelmed by that exquisite softness, I let my hands drift lower—to her inner thighs, knees, and ankles.
I wanted to touch her feet too if I could reach, but in this position, ankles were the limit. Pressing my upper body flush against her might allow it, but there was no rush.
So my hands climbed back up, stroking over the same paths again.
Finally, both palms settled on her ass once more.
-Squeeze!
"Mmph!"
Was it ticklish? Embarrassing? I couldn't tell, but she suddenly hugged my head tight. My face plunged straight into her chest—right into the bare cleavage uncovered by her outfit!
At the same time, her intense scent hit my nose, nearly making me black out. Her usual fragrance mixed with a hint of sweat.
And soft? Squishy? Plush? Like marshmallows? No words could capture the sensation enveloping my entire face from her breasts.
The combination left me dizzy. Even then, my arms wrapped fiercely around her waist.
"G-Gyeol… it tickles…"
Her whiny complaint left me speechless—my face was buried in her chest, after all. And whether it really tickled or not, her arms loosened just a bit moments later.
-Smack!
"Haah!"
I pressed my lips to the upper swell of her breast. I couldn't hold back without doing something. Her body trembled violently, but I had no room to care.
I kissed both squishy mounds, then worked upward—collarbone, shoulders, neck—planting lip-smacking kisses over and over.
Our bodies, which had started with some distance, were now pressed tight together. As my skinship continued, she responded by stroking the back of my head.
"Hng… haah…"
Breathing excitedly, clearly enjoying it.
Seeing her respond so eagerly, I slid one hand up to pull her head toward me.
And this time—her chin, cheeks, philtrum, nose, cheekbones, eyes, eyebrows, forehead, even her hair. I kissed everywhere visible.
So thoroughly that my saliva marked every spot.
Somehow, I kept avoiding her lips, and she let out a dissatisfied whine.
"Why… not here?"
Her ears and cheeks flushed deep red, brows furrowed in a pout. It made me chuckle, sparking my playful side.
"Where? Tell me exactly."
"…Lips."
"Oh~ The lips? Upset I didn't kiss your lips?"
"Yeah… so hurry…"
"Then open your mouth and stick out your tongue."
She leaned in eagerly, lips parting for a kiss, but I dodged and teased. She hesitated at my commanding tone, then obeyed shyly.
"Ahh…"
There it was—a slightly open little mouth with a pink tongue peeking out, glistening with saliva, tempting me right in front of my eyes. No more playing around; I couldn't resist.
"Hmph… slurp… smack… haah…"
I sucked her shyly extended tongue deep into a fierce kiss, my hands roaming her softening body—silky hair, petite shoulders, smooth lower back exposed by her outfit, and her plump ass for the third time.
I explored everywhere eagerly until she started tiring from the kiss alone, her pace slowing. Only then did I pull away.
I wasn't tired. Far from it—I was still raring to go.
"Haah… haah…"
She panted heavily from the breathless, arousing kiss. I pressed my forehead to hers and murmured lowly.
"Sis. There's another spot I wanna kiss."
"Go ahead… anywhere."
"You said anywhere's fine, right?"
"Yeah… but where?"
Her permission for any spot thrilled me. I opened my mouth with glee, naming something not a big deal in theory, but maybe off-putting up close.
"Armpit."
"…………No."
Her brain short-circuited at the unexpected spot; her delayed refusal came late.
"Why? You said anywhere."
"Not there."
"You've got the bunny girl on, let me grope everywhere, and now armpit's a no?"
"…It's dirty."
"It's not. I saw earlier—super clean and pretty."
"Absolutely not."
"I wanna."
"No."
Her refusals were firmer than expected, but our dates and skinship had taught me plenty.
"Sis."
"No."
"Lift your arm."
"I said no…"
"Now. Arm up."
"……."
I stared her down intently, refusing to take no for an answer. Her resolve visibly weakened. We'd crossed 80%... no, 90%.
As expected, she flinched and averted her eyes. I pressed once more.
"Sis. Arm."
"……."
-Rustle
Her right arm rose slowly. Her smooth armpit came into view, and I wanted to bury my face in it, but superhuman restraint held me back as I continued.
"Turn your body this way. Let me see it properly."
"Eek……."
She turned stiffly like a robot, but obeyed. Lifting one arm behind her head, she shyly exposed her pale, open armpit fully.
I could've teased more to see her embarrassed face, but I couldn't wait any longer. I leaned in close—not to kiss, but…
-Lick
"Eek!!"
-Thwack!
"Ack!"
I flicked my tongue out for a taste. I knew it was pervy, but I'd wanted to try so bad. Before I could savor the faint bitter tang of sweat on my tongue tip, a startled elbow struck me.
She dropped her arm with a girlish shriek I'd never heard in seven years. We were so close, and it was reflexive, so no real force behind it—no pain, but the surprise made me yelp.
Thinking she'd actually hurt me, she fretted over my head amid her blush.
"A-Are you okay…?"
"Ow, that hurt."
It didn't really, but I played it up. Why? Just because.
"Sorry. Does it hurt a lot…?"
"Kinda… If you don't show me again, I might die from the pain."
"……."
"Hurry."
"N-No licking."
"You elbowed my head—call it even. Arm up again."
"……."
Finally, she squeezed her eyes shut and resumed the pose.
Grinning, I stuck out my tongue again.
-Lick… smack…
"Hic…"
To hear her cute voice, I licked once more, then sucked and kissed it deeply.
-Smack, smack
I planted wet, audible kisses everywhere, then smiled at her flushed-with-shame face.
"Sis. The other side too."
"……."
"And after that…"
"W-Where?"
Resigned at first for the other side, she startled at "after that."
What came after armpits? Obviously.
"Feet."