Chapter 100
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 100
Chapter Title: Shared Secrets
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Really out of nowhere.
While this beauty Han Aebom was asking if it was okay to kiss me, a line from some old noir film I'd seen ages ago suddenly snapped into my head!
‘If you want to get close… let’s share a secret. A secret just between the two of us.’
Yeah, seriously random.
But what could I do? It was already floating around in there. It kinda fit the vibe, too. Maybe because we'd spilled our weak sides, our inner struggles, our secrets to each other.
It felt like the invisible wall between Han Aebom and me had crumbled away.
"Of course you can. We've had enough depressing talk. Now let's pile on the fun stuff."
"Yes. Sounds good."
"...Then could you lift off my shoulder a bit? You said you wanted to kiss."
"I'm not mentally prepared yet."
Was this woman actually drunk? Or was this her real self?
Hard to tell them apart.
"You'll look pretty no matter what your face is doing."
"Don't you think it's irresponsible to say that without even looking?"
"If you're not, I'll take responsibility."
At those words, Han Aebom flinched, then cautiously peeled her face from my shoulder and looked me in the eye.
Her eyes were a little bloodshot, but otherwise, her face hadn't changed much. Still, there was this subtle shift in the atmosphere, you know?
Seeing someone who always seemed unbreakable now deflated a notch—it stirred up a man's darker desires. It was so intense, it made me wonder if I had some sadistic streak.
Why did she look this damn sexy?
"...Still weird?"
"Not at all. Honestly, you look even prettier than usual. It's throwing me off a bit."
More like I'm insanely turned on, but I couldn't say something that crass, so I softened it.
Today, Han Aebom's lips looked especially soft and delicious.
"Mmm, mmph......"
The moment our eyes met, no more words. We naturally, familiarly wrapped around each other and pressed our lips together.
Our kisses were expert now.
The first time our lips had met, our tongues had been stiff as boards—just basic lip bumping. Now she proactively slipped her tongue into my mouth and clung to mine like she never wanted to let go.
Her actions and feelings pleased me to no end, so I hugged her tighter and groped all over: her ass, her pussy, the nape of her neck, everywhere.
"Hnnngh, hnngh... Mmm, ahn, haa, haa... Sniff, sniff. You smell so good, Hyunwoo..."
"That's sweat you're smelling."
"That's what makes it good. Hehe."
Han Aebom was a total pervert. And that was probably why it worked so well.
All the women in our studio had some perverted tendencies baked in. Was that why? Well, I hadn't exactly shopped around.
Point was, not once had any of the girls living with me gotten mad or shown a hint of displeasure when I suddenly—or on a whim—touched them somewhere. No cap: even playful pussy grabs while hanging out in the studio, and they'd just roll with it like no big deal.
They rarely refused, either. Like they were saying, touch whenever you want.
Same went for them, right?
‘Maybe they all picked up their sex smarts from Oh Hana.’
Muttering that to myself, I buried my nose in her collarbone and breasts, sniffing hard.
"You'd complain if it was sweat smell, but since it's all good scents, you've got nothing to say."
"If you want that kind of smell... you've gotta bury your nose in more explicit spots."
Her teacherly tone sparked my rebel instincts. I narrowed my eyes, scooped her up with both hands, and tossed her onto the bed.
She landed with a cute little moan, sprawling out. I stripped off my clothes.
"Then, just like you said, Aebom—shall I shove my nose into those explicit spots and get a good whiff?"
"...Do whatever you want."
Permission or not.
Even then, her eyes flicked to my discarded clothes and the boxers I was still wearing. Just how much of a smell fetish did this woman have?
Truth be told, I was pretending otherwise, but I dug those scents too—not quite like her, but still. I'd jerked off burying my face in their panties when I was alone in the studio, after all.
"You gave permission."
"I enjoy it too. Can't let you have all the fun—that'd be unfair."
So it was just an excuse to indulge herself. Framing it like that made it easier to dive in without holding back. Any hesitation? Gone. Yeah—she got off on this plenty. No reason for me to hold back.
If anything, letting her see all of me like this could bring us even closer.
"Want me to take your panties off?"
I figured while I enjoyed her body, she might want a go at my boxers.
She pondered it with the most serious face imaginable.
"...Honestly, it's a terrifyingly tempting offer."
That much?
"But I'll pass. While you're caressing my body, the smell of boxers with precum on them... and the worn-in scent are totally different. The smell when your dick's stuffed inside versus when it's not? Chillingly distinct."
Yours is the chilling one.
Crazy woman.
No, seriously—a woman obsessed with smells. I had no idea she could differentiate that finely.
"Instead, just give me the pants you wore today."
"Tops are fine?"
"Saving it."
Save it like it's rations or something.
Anyway, I grabbed my pants and handed them over. Han Aebom buried her face in them with pure bliss, sniffing away happily.
Watching her, I suddenly itched to dive into her scent. Like watching a mukbang when you're starving.
Fuck. This was maddening.
Never imagined I'd feel like this.
‘But damn, it's turning me on.’
I peeled off her skirt. Pretty black panties came into view.
Without spreading her legs, I gulped and slowly brought my face in. I'd done this before, even jerked off with their panties—why the nerves?
Today just felt... more thrilling.
"Mmm......"
I pressed my nose firm against her panties, nudging her pussy lips. She let out a soft moan. Meanwhile, I rubbed my face all over, inhaling deep.
A sight too pervy for anyone else. Only an AV actress could pull this off.
One thing was clear: worn panties versus discarded ones smelled worlds apart. The warmth, the softness hit first.
Not some faint body odor—this was thick, sweat-infused, dizzyingly lewd. Like pheromones aggressively seducing a man. Just rubbing my face and sniffing had my dick rock-hard already.
Precum dribbled out, staining the front of today's boxers.
‘But today, it's not just the panties.’
Drunk on booze? Or her scent?
Whatever.
I slid my face upward and slowly buried it in her navel.
"Ahn, t-tongue, Hyunwoo...?"
"You said sniff anywhere you want, Aebom."
"R-right. Hnngh, hnn. Tickles."
"Can't be helped."
Her navel must be a erogenous zone too. Rubbing my nose there made her thighs quiver, lewd moans spilling out.
Then I licked the sweat pooled under her breasts and shoved my face in her armpit for a deep sniff. Honestly? Nothing gross about it. If anything, I was getting hooked on smells I'd never access otherwise.
I got her a little better now.
"Pretty pervy, huh."
Mirror therapy working?
"But... it feels good."
"Told you."
Watching her nod eagerly, I wondered what kind of conversation this even was—but if we both liked it, who cared.
"You really can't get this scent any other time."
"Exactly. That specialness is the best part."
She was loving this way too much.
"I've had my fill. Your turn to enjoy, Aebom."
"Good."
Our positions flipped. Now I was sprawled on the bed.
Han Aebom climbed atop me, bodies stacking, and laid a deep kiss on me.
"Gonna taste your dick with my mouth soon. Stocking up beforehand."
She was considerate like that. Kisses after blowjobs. Guess women cared more than I thought.
I was fine with it.
Hell, back when I figured I'd die a virgin, I'd even tested if a guy could bend down and suck his own dick.
Spoiler: total fail.
"Smack, smooch."
After the lip kiss, she slid downward slow. Started with kisses and sniffs at my collarbone, then armpit and chest.
Then she savored my navel for a good long revenge stint.
Her wet caresses mixed shame and pleasure half-and-half. Shamefully good, yeah.
Wonder if people hit up maid cafes chasing this vibe.
"Now for the main dish."
Quit talking like it's a meal.
Glancing down, it still felt unreal. A sharp, gorgeous career woman like Han Aebom eyeing my dick with anticipation.
"Snuuuuuurk, haa...... Supreme. Hyunwoo."
Her nose poked at the precum-soaked spot over and over. Pure ecstasy on her face as she sniffed nonstop.
Anyone seeing her would think she was committing a drug crime.
"Mmmph, mmm."
Not satisfied, she lovingly nudged my boxers aside and rubbed her face on the bulging dick. Like she wanted to imprint the scent on her skin.
Then she paused, startled.
"...Somehow, the smell feels way more fragrant, attractive... intense than usual."
Chills shot down my spine.
Got caught up in the mood and forgot. After her confession, I'd gotten that quest reward: Virility +1.
‘Oh Hana too, Han Aebom too.’
How did these women sniff out changes in my virility like ghosts? Oh Hana clocked length and girth shifts; for Aebom, it was the scent.
Scary. Freaky scary.
"...Means you're turning me on extra hard today. Too pretty. Too sexy."
"If that's it... then I'm happy."
With those adorably earnest words.
She slipped off my boxers, tucked them carefully into her bag, then planted a gentle, devoted kiss on my glans.
Smack—the moment her lips touched, precum dribbled out.