Chapter 168
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 168
Chapter Title: Han Aebom's Wish
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Not only was her mindset like an elementary schooler's, but her speed at shaking off the shock was on that level too. I quickly spoke up in a calm voice.
"Still, it's a relief. Phew, I was really racking my brains over how to convince Ms. Han Aebom and preparing for it... You wouldn't believe how much I hammered things out with the instructor over two straight days. I got a ton of help from him. It only worked because I was the only student on the weekend, and he enjoyed it too."
"...Instructor? By any chance, a woman?"
Han Aebom's subtle nuance made me flinch right away.
Wait, did I just slip up? I'd only mentioned it because I wanted some recognition for my hard work, to show off my efforts a bit. Damn it.
"She is a woman, but don't worry about it, Aebom."
"I think you're misunderstanding something. No matter who Hyunwoo meets, I really don't care much."
It didn't feel like a misunderstanding.
...But saying that out loud might make the Han Aebom in my arms headbutt my chin, so I held back.
I quickly changed the subject.
"C-Come to think of it, I didn't expect Aebom to think so highly of me. Hearing you say my words give you this vague confidence... It's still embarrassing to think about."
"Sorry, that was just lip service."
What?
"Truth is, I'm still pretty anxious. Can't you feel it? My trembling?"
Less anxiety, more like anger, I'd guess?
"Oh, and if Hyunwoo hadn't brought up the wish thing, I probably wouldn't have felt this shaken. Now that you did, I'm left regretting it a bit. So, in that sense, grant my wish too. Then I can really steel myself about web novels."
"......"
I was at a loss for words.
I hadn't expected Han Aebom to push this far. Hold on, who was calling who an elementary schooler? From where I stood...
"The more Hyunwoo hesitates, the bigger my anxiety and regret grow."
Pfft. Laughter burst out, and I hugged Han Aebom even tighter. As I did, I pecked her cheek and asked,
"So, what's our Aebom's wish?"
I'd asked a bit cockily, riding the mood.
Han Aebom's eyes widened in an instant. She stared at me blankly, lips twitching a few times, then cautiously spoke.
"...It's nothing big. Really nothing. For now, just... hold me like this a little longer. Tightly."
"Sure."
I tightly embraced Han Aebom's trembling body, like a paper effigy in the wind.
I had no idea what she was thinking, but with her pretty eyelashes lowered, she clung to my arms for a good while.
Then, she opened her eyes and spoke.
"What Hyunwoo has to do for me today is simple. First, some feel-good sex to erase my anxiety."
"Yeah, that goes without saying..."
I nodded nonchalantly.
After going through that tense ordeal, and holding Han Aebom like this, my lust was boiling over, ready to explode. Like soldiers fresh from intense battle craving a woman no matter what?
"Second, as my wish, I want to collect Hyunwoo's scent."
"Pardon? What does that mean?"
"Exactly what it sounds like—personally collect Hyunwoo's scent."
"But I've already..."
"The underwear and clothes I took from Hyunwoo have already served their purpose and are long in the laundry basket. And I'm not asking for new clothes. This time, it's purely about the scent of semen."
Even after hearing her out, I stared blankly, uncomprehending. Han Aebom rummaged through her bag. Moments later, a small pouch and a round glass bottle appeared in her hand.
"What the heck is that?"
"Both are for storing scents. If you put Hyunwoo's semen in this pouch, the smell stays fresh for up to two weeks. The glass bottle is similar. See this little hole? You sniff through it. It lasts up to a month, though the scent might be fainter."
Makes zero sense.
A woman who's usually the picture of perfection always had a screw or two loose in the weirdest ways, which made it all the more shocking.
"No way... Where the hell do you even buy something that niche?"
"China."
My head nodded immediately.
China? Yeah, that tracks. They say there are still unknown territories even their own people don't know about.
I sometimes had silly fantasies, like hidden martial arts masters secluding themselves there or whatever.
"They don't look super durable, but if they work as advertised, it's a world-shaking invention."
That big a deal? Hmm.
...Better not say it.
"I see."
Whatever else, it must be the invention of the century for Han Aebom, I thought inwardly as I looked at her.
Today, as always, she wore a suit skirt with sheer black stockings. Maybe because she'd been going on about scents so much, I suddenly wanted to smell inside that skirt and those stockings. Seriously.
'That sexy black panty I glimpsed earlier is in there.'
That thought made my throat even drier.
I swallowed hard, and Han Aebom spoke.
"And today, I want to do it with clothes on. You can rip the stockings. They're cheap anyway."
"Huh?"
I jolted.
Had she read my mind?
"Something about it... I liked it. Hyunwoo working hard on his presentation. He seemed so cool and manly, so I want to feel that vibe as is. Or rather, I want to rub Hyunwoo's scent all over the clothes I'm wearing. If it's strong enough, I'll wear this to work for a while."
Watching Han Aebom rattle off such earnestly lewd demands, I heard a bam in my head. Like a bomb going off in my skull? That must've wrecked the parts controlling my lust and reason.
"If you put it like that, how can I refuse?"
I barely reined in the beast inside me clawing to get out.
Not that it mattered much.
"Open up."
"Mmgh...!"
I fixed Han Aebom's face—still leaning against my chest—with both hands and kissed her from above. The angle was a bit awkward, but it was thrilling and pleasurable enough that I didn't care.
Different from usual, so it felt even more novel and exciting.
"Mmm, smack, smooch. Ngh."
Not just her lips—I kissed her whole face.
Eyes, nose, mouth.
Like painting every blank spot with my lips, I kissed her thoroughly everywhere. Her eyes glazed over from my thick scent rising up.
"Ah... I want to smell your cock too."
"Hold on a bit. Let me have a taste first, then I'll shove the cock you love right in your mouth."
"Yes..."
Finally, the limp Han Aebom peeled away from my chest. I sat her in the chair and knelt before her.
"Ah, this scene... Not bad."
Han Aebom murmured, her lips curling up slightly.
Remembering 'queen' was one of her erogenous zones along with her toes, I looked up—and flinched. Her eyes held affection as always, but now mixed with a hint of authority and dominant desire.
"Cross your legs for me? Aebom?"
I swallowed and asked.
Han Aebom naturally folded her arms and crossed her legs. Her thighs stacked up and down, hiding the panty line I'd seen so clearly moments ago, but her leg line looked even sexier now. So did her smile.
"Come to think of it, I've had that thought sometimes."
"What thought?"
"In front of people way beneath me... Maybe crossing my legs would really drive home the difference. Of course, it might make them uncomfortable, so I've never actually done it."
This felt like I'd flipped some hidden switch in Han Aebom.
"But... yeah. Now that I'm in a position to relax a bit, doing things my way more doesn't sound bad."
What did that mean?
I racked my dirty mind trying to figure it out when her voice came from above.
"More importantly, Hyunwoo... When are you going to suck it?"
"...!"
Han Aebom lifted her foot slightly. Through the stockings, her pretty spread toes and sole came into view.
An angle and sight straight out of porn.
I could see why guys went wild for this view. Even on video it was hot; facing it live was dizzying.
'Gulp.'
I swallowed for the umpteenth time.
Now I'd lick Han Aebom's stocking-clad feet. No real aversion. Probably because I'd licked worse? Thinking of Oh Hana's words—if she'd do it, she'd done it—eventually I'd lick Han Aebom's ass too. Feet were nothing...
'More like a reward.'
Before I knew it, Han Aebom's stocking-covered foot was before my eyes. I lifted it with both hands and slowly brought my nose close. Like they did in porn.
"Ngh... It tickles."
"Incredibly, no smell at all."
"Of course. I put on fresh stockings."
I got why Han Aebom always demanded my day-worn underwear.
Tense as hell, but no smell... Kinda disappointing in its own way. Plenty more chances later, though. Today, treat it as gaining experience...
"Mmm, smack, smooch."
"Hnnngh, hng...!"
Focusing on taste over smell, I eagerly sucked Han Aebom's foot.
"Haaang! Hngh!"
With toes as an erogenous zone, Han Aebom shuddered violently, letting out delighted moans. Her queen and toe zones stimulated at once, no doubt.
For me, surprisingly arousing and tasty... but I tired quicker than expected.
'Good, but can't do it forever.'
Less appeal than pussy, ass, or tits, for sure. Still, I lavished her foot for quite a while. All to make Han Aebom happy.
"Hnnngh, hngh...! Ah, aaaang...! Hngh."
The woman I loved.
Seeing someone like Han Aebom unravel from my caresses—that was the real treat.
Male pride, confidence, satisfaction, arousal—all those emotions flooded me pleasurably.
And smoothly moving to the next step drove me wild.
I set aside the foot I'd been sucking and spread Han Aebom's constantly crossed legs. At the end of her parted thighs, her panties—drenched in juices—shone vaguely through the stockings. Incredibly lewd.
I buried my face between her legs without hesitation.
"Haaaaang! Hnngh, haaah!"
"...!"
Rubbing my face against her soft pussy through the rough stockings, I was shocked.
There was a scent. Strong and clear here. The thick, obscene aroma I'd missed on her legs poured out.