Wipe It Off... No Hands – That Was Dangerous
"Wipe it off... no hands. That was dangerous." Mostly for Harang noona's sake. Her pristine white underwear, smooth as her own skin, was risky in its own way, but not as much as her dazed, unfocused face.
She basically loved this level of intense skinship, and I secretly welcomed it too—but only when we were both in our right minds. Of course, even amid that sense of danger, looking up at her underwear-clad body from below was incredibly alluring.
I'd seen her in rough casual clothes, bunny girl outfits, swimsuits, and even completely naked for a fleeting moment. But this blatant underwear look was a first. It felt totally different from a swimsuit. I'd always thought swimsuits were lewder because of their soft texture, but right now, that notion shattered.
Underwear was lewd. Just plain lewd. The simple white design with minimal patterns, barely covering her important parts—it was insanely hot.
I backed away bit by bit while sitting, staring at it slack-jawed. Lewd was lewd, but I had to resolve this situation first. I couldn't count on Yeoreum noona, who was passed out drunk, so the only option was to get some water in Harang noona to sober her up.
But that naive plan, my cowardly hesitation—it was all halted by Harang noona's next move.
She just stood there in her underwear, gazing at me without approaching. Then she placed one hand on her shoulder again. The moment I saw it, I realized: She's about to take off even more!
The bra strap started sliding down her shoulder.
I shot to my feet. "Stop!!"
Sure enough, as the strap slipped toward her arm, I rushed over in one step and pulled it back up onto her shoulder.
"Eungh!" She scrunched her face and shook her body side to side like a tantrum.
As she moved to strip again, I grabbed both her forearms firmly to stop her. Only then, with her movements blocked and unable to undress further, did Harang noona finally speak. In slurred words.
"I wanna take off my clothes... It's hot..."
"You've already taken off plenty. Calm down and let's have a sip of water."
"Nooo..."
True to form as Yeoreum noona's best friend, she was drunk in a similar vein but with her own twist. The silver lining? This side of her struck me as kinda cute. A bit annoying, sure, but still.
She didn't seem like she'd drink willingly, so I gathered both her wrists in one hand, picked up the water bottle from the floor, and said,
"What if I feed it to you mouth-to-mouth?"
"...That sounds good... Ah..."
...She is drunk, right? She opens her mouth right away like it's great.
A flicker of doubt crossed my mind, but I quickly took a mouthful of water. Then I pressed my lips to hers, letting the water flow from my mouth into hers.
Of course, it didn't all go smoothly—half of it dribbled down her chin toward her chest.
She gulped some down with a "Beh..." and more spilled out.
Then, mid-swallow, she slipped her tongue in, causing even more to leak. "Slurp... Smack... Eungh!"
I indulged her forceful kiss for a moment before pulling away. She whined in protest, but there was no helping it. That had been our original intent, but with her this wasted, we couldn't keep going.
"Let's get your dress back on first. Once you're a bit sober, I'll kiss you as much as you want."
"......"
At my gentle coaxing, she looked down at her chest. I followed her gaze... admiring her cleavage. Er, looking at it.
Soon, she met my eyes again and said, "Wipe it off... then I'll put it on..."
"For real? Where's the tissue..."
"Eungh!"
I lit up at her words, released her arms to grab some tissue, but she threw another tantrum and grabbed my arms instead.
"Wipe it off..."
"...No hands?"
"Hurryyy..."
"......"
She was the type to act cute during our usual skinship, but never this much. Right now, she was a walking ball of aegyo. That pouty lip with just a hint of furrowed brows—it was cute enough to shatter my heart.
I was mesmerized, bowing my head. To wipe the droplets lingering in her cleavage. I buried my face in the valley.
"Smack... Slurp... Lick..."
"Eungh..."
I pressed my lips to it, sucked up the water, licked it clean. My face gently pressed against her soft upper breasts, her fragrant scent filling my nose. And in my ears, her lewd moans.
I gripped my wits tight, drunk on the midsummer night vibe, on the verge of a mistake. Yeoreum noona was in the room, and we'd promised not to.
Even as my tongue slipped dizzyingly between her breasts while licking, I held back and lifted my head. As if she'd been waiting, she continued,
"My stomach... and legs too..."
"...Okay, okay."
I knelt down. Starting from below her breasts, I licked the thin trickle of water downward with my tongue. Feeling her bra brush my hair, down from her solar plexus, to her navel. And then... to the top of her white panties, adorned with a tiny ribbon.
"Lick."
"Hauk..."
It wasn't perversion on my part—I was sure she wouldn't be satisfied otherwise. So I licked up to where the fabric met skin, traces so faint I couldn't even tell if there was water. Then straight down to her wide thighs. No water here for sure. But I still pressed my lips to them. To those plump, soft legs.
"Smack!"
"Haa... Haa...!"
By then, her breathing had grown ragged, her hands pressing hard on my head. Like she wanted it harder. I'd never heard it outright, but I sensed her desire in her touch and showered more kisses. On the inner thighs, near her crotch. Secret spots.
"Smack! Smack...!"
Over and over.
"Hng...!"
Her body trembled slightly, strength draining from it—that's when I felt it. I grabbed her fallen dress from the floor and stood.
Slowly, her pure white skin and underwear vanished under the coral dress. With no strength to resist, her limp arms let me slip the straps back on one by one. Finally, the dress settled into place.
"Haa..."
Apart from her flushed face, heated breaths, and beads of sweat, everything was back to normal. Pretty in her sleeveless dress again.
I pulled her body close and kissed her.
"Slurp... Ngh..."
Just as we'd first planned, hoped for—after putting Yeoreum noona to bed.
We shared a deep, intense kiss.
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After that, I finally crashed way later than I should've. We kissed for over an hour because she wouldn't let go, then I escorted her back to her room. She'd sobered up a bit during it and couldn't meet my eyes as she went in.
"...I'm gonna wash up and sleep, so you can go now. Thanks for walking me."
"Washing up again?"
"......Yeah. A little."
"You're not fully sober, so be careful. Text me once you're done—I'm worried. Promise?"
"Got it."
"Smack!"
Back in my room, exhausted in every way, I wanted to collapse, but...
"......Hoo."
The trashed state of the room wouldn't let me. I tidied up a bit before lying down.
Even then, I couldn't close my eyes for 30 minutes—waiting for Harang noona's text. She took longer than expected washing up, but once it came, I shut my eyes. Thank god for the plush hotel bed; I fell into deep sleep instantly.
And when I opened them again.
"Gaaasp!"
"...Guhk!"
"Kang... Gyeol...! You...! Last night!"
"...Wha, what did I..."
Early morning greeted me with Yeoreum noona choking me.
"What'd you do with Yoo Harang after I passed out!"
"Noth... ing...!"
"She drank too! Damn it...! I shouldn't have fallen asleep first!"
"I... guk... Let... go..."
"Hoo... Spill it! What happened last night!"
She released my neck, and with my post-wakeup foggy brain, I stammered an excuse.
"Wh... You passed out... and Harang noona kept drinking a bit more..."
"Drinking?"
"Uh... Turns out Harang noona strips when she's drunk?"
"Hey!!!"
"Ow! Calm down!! I stopped her! I stopped it!"
"...Stopped her?"
"Yeah!! She suddenly took off her dress! I calmed her down, kept her from stripping more, made her drink water, and walked her to her room!"
"......"
"Then I came back, tidied up, and crashed. Man, I was wiped..."
No lies. She sensed the sincerity; her aggressive vibe vanished.
"Hng... Good. You did well. Ah, that's why I wanted to stop her from drinking..."
"......Didn't you get a bit clingy yourself?"
"Me? I just chattered then slept? Damn, booze is the problem. Can't remember shit."
"...Yeah. You rambled then said you were sleepy and hit the bed."
"Right? Hoo... No more drinking next time. Headache too... Hey, I'm showering first."
For her dignity, I didn't push the topic. No telling how she'd react knowing she whined and clung to me.
We took turns showering, then met Harang noona in the hall for the hotel breakfast. But her gaze on me...
"......"
It looked like it was burning—must've been my imagination.
After breakfast, we strolled the beach, checked out. Our summer beach trip ended like that.
Smooth return to Seoul, just like the way there. Dropped Harang noona at her place first.
Even after fun, she'd be tired, so we planned to head out quick without chit-chat. But before driving off,
"Gyeol."
"Yeah?"
"Wanna go camping with me the week after next?"
"Camping? For real? Of course!"
"We'll plan at my place next time. Drive safe, both of you."
"You too—rest up! Ace that exam this week!"
"Yeah. Thanks."
Like a movie teaser, Harang noona previewed our upcoming camping trip.