Chapter 150
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 150
Chapter Title: Embracing Her Rough Desires
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Such a thought crossed my mind without warning.
Am I just the type who likes any pussy? Well, sure, any guy might feel that way.
I'd gotten rock hard seeing Oh Hana and Han Aebom's bushes. I'd thought a little hair was more mature and sexy than none at all.
But now, right in front of me, it was quivering, soft, plump... Fuck, words failed.
One thing was certain: I couldn't tear my eyes away from Yoon Sua's perfectly smooth, hairless pussy, like I'd been enchanted.
I'd buried my face in it once before, licking away eagerly. I couldn't recall the exact taste, but it brought back a vivid memory of pure bliss.
Not a hint of scratchiness—just soft, yielding tenderness...
"I'm so glad you like it."
Whoa. No wonder it seemed to be getting closer.
My eyesight hadn't improved; Yoon Sua had finished drying off, water droplets still dripping from her hair, and now stood right in front of me. Up close, it was even prettier and cleaner. The kind that could steal a man's soul.
"I mean it—no empty words. Even though my breasts and ass are obvious, and my pussy's usually hidden under clothes so you can barely see it... I love how you stare right through, laser-focused on it."
Just a crazy bastard? Not a crazy bitch—a crazy guy.
The fact that I hadn't even realized meant it was subconscious, which made it even more fucked up, right?
'Now I get how Oh Hana figured me out so easily back then.'
No matter how sharp she was, she couldn't have guessed outright unless I'd been blatantly obvious from the start.
'Wow, what a lunatic.'
Do I just check out tits, ass, and pussy first whenever I see a pretty girl? This guy's way more dangerous than my playboy friends.
Her words were too much to just accept happily, leaving me stunned, but Yoon Sua pushed her pussy even closer to my face as she spoke.
"Like you do with Aebom or Hana—no, even more intensely... I want you to do whatever you desire with me."
"That's..."
"Please. At least in moments like this, forget I'm the sick one and go as hard as you can."
Suddenly, I recalled that eerie word "pain" in Yoon Sua's erogenous zones from the skill readout. Even Oh Hana and Han Aebom, queens of depravity, didn't go there.
"Got it."
I nodded, considering the skill's info and that starting something meant seeing it through. Half-assing it now would just disappoint her more.
"Then, please take good care of me. Fill my first time to the brim with you."
Her voice brimmed with excitement, so I yanked her toward me and crushed my lips against hers.
"Mmgh, ngh."
My increasingly skilled lips devoured her fresh, innocent ones. My hands roamed her body without pause.
I'd debated diving straight for her pussy, but for her first time, kissing with pussy-juice lips felt too rude and apologetic. Starting with a kiss seemed right.
"Hngh, ahnngh!"
Not entirely new to this, but still inexperienced, Yoon Sua tensed in sharp pleasure from the kiss alone, her body melting into bliss.
Her nipples twitched, hardening slowly, while her pussy let out wet squelches, love juices dripping one by one.
"Haa, haa... Hyunwoo... Mmph, ahnngh!"
I kissed her deep and thorough, etching the sensation into her soul so she'd never forget.
'Never forget the importance of foreplay.'
Having been a virgin wizard for so long, I wasn't about to neglect what little I'd learned now that experience was building.
One key to pleasing a woman: prolonged foreplay.
Especially for fragile Yoon Sua—gentle, pleasurable touches to loosen her up were essential.
"Phha, haa..."
I'd overwhelmed her with kisses until she could barely breathe; now she panted, half-lost in a daze. Her massive breasts heaved up and down with each ragged breath.
I grabbed one firmly and latched on with my mouth.
"Haaaang...!"
Yoon Sua gasped in shock, her panting turning to a sharp moan.
The thrill and satisfaction surged as I finally tasted the breast I'd held back on.
'Fuck, they're huge.'
Even clothed, they were impressive; bare, they were insane. No way one hand could encompass them.
No wonder paizuri felt so mind-blowing.
And among the studio girls, hers were the only ones big enough to swallow my glans whole, trapping my cum in her cleavage.
"Nghaa, haaa, haang... Hyunwoo, haang, it feels so good. Hic, harder... Squeeze harder... Suck harder. Hic, pinch and bite my nipples freely."
"That was the plan."
I pinched her nipple hard and gnawed it with my teeth. Yoon Sua unleashed moans of genuine, breathless joy.
"Haaaang, haat... Haang, yes, so good. Hngh! Too good... Aaang!"
"Want more?"
Mid-lick, rolling her nipple with my tongue, I asked. She shuddered, then hesitantly requested.
"Um, then... Could you treat me a bit rougher?"
"Pardon?"
"It's really okay... I want it a little harsh. Slap me around, curse freely."
"..."
I froze, mouth full of breast. As shocking as Oh Hana's anal or Han Aebom's scent fetish.
"Why?"
I'd planned to indulge most things, but this needed explanation. Yoon Sua smiled bitterly, laced with dark craving.
"Everyone's always so considerate, using only kind words with me."
Her voice deepened with that shadowy tone.
"I know it's spoiled and awful... But sometimes, it gets so boring and frustrating."
"...!"
Shocked, yet it made sense.
Consideration could feel like constant pity-watching.
"Every time, it hits me how broken my body is, and I feel this unbearable disgust at myself for those entitled thoughts and feelings. So, even if it's just like I said—to wipe away the guilt and sin, and taste what only healthy people can have."
It felt like lightning struck my skull. Her words explained everything: the "pain" erogenous zone, her masochistic plea.
'Do all masochists have backstories like this?'
I'd assumed they were just born perverts who loved pain. Her words shattered that prejudice to dust.
Fuck. What a heartbreaking reason.
"So, Hyunwoo."
She squeezed my face tight between her breasts.
Warm, soft, enormous— I could die suffocated and be happy. Then her gentle voice floated down.
"I know this request is shameless... But treating me like trash, like an object—I'd be so grateful. I get it might burden you, be tough, or just weird."
A wet drop fell on my head. Her hair mostly dry, not saliva... It was her tear.
"Can you indulge my selfish plea a little more?"
"Yeah. Absolutely."
I answered without a second's hesitation.
Honestly, daunting. Repulsive, even.
I'd spanked Oh Hana or Han Aebom's asses sometimes, muttered "fuck" here and there—that was my limit.
Could I push further? No clue.
But her words tugged my heart too painfully to refuse.
'Ha, fuck.'
Should've watched some SM porn. In 29 years, I'd seen maybe under ten.
Tsk. As I smacked my lips, two more drops fell, followed by her joyful voice.
"Thank you, Hyunwoo. I'm such a brazen woman. You've already given me a lifetime's grace I could never repay... And instead of that, I'm asking for more."
They say meeting someone too good leaves you frustrated and choked up. Spot on.
A deep internal sigh escaped.
Where else in the world was someone as kind and pure as Yoon Sua?
Bedridden, surviving on online shopping and family care—rude to say, but she had the mindset of an enlightened immortal.
Wingless angel, fairy from heaven—not an exaggeration.
'Lucky she met me first? Or unlucky? Hard to say.'
Imagining her with Oh Hanam or Oh Hana's ex, that Lee Jin creep—dizzying. Those scum would exploit her forever, and she'd go along happily.
'Fuck!'
Bad to imagine.
Not even real, yet rage boiled uncontrollably. Like qi deviation in wuxia novels?
Wait—no, use it.
"Sua. Last chance: You really want this? Treated like trash, like a thing. If you say yes, I might actually do it during sex—no holding back. No regrets?"
My heart pounded wildly.
Mouth dry, yet saliva gathered.
Tension on the edge of taboo, unexpected thrill spreading through me.
"Yes. No regrets, ever. No matter what."
Her assent—120% conviction, mirroring my excitement—unleashed something dark inside me, startling even myself.
"If you insist that much... Guess I'll give you what you want."
"Nghuuut, hngh!"
I yanked my face from her embrace, mauled her breasts mercilessly, and bit her nipple hard—no mercy.
"Haaaaang!"
The shift from softness and care to selfish brutality lit her up.
"Haaaang! Haaaang, hauk! Hyunwoo, hic, hngh!"
Her moans transformed instantly—pure, thrilled joy.