Chapter 77
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 77
Chapter Title: Hold Your Breath
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It didn't seem like a joke... Her eyes were utterly serious. Brushing it off lightly as a quip might just end up hurting her needlessly, so I decided to ask indirectly.
"Sua, is there... something?"
In response to my question, Han Aebom's lips twitched a few times before she finally spoke up.
"S-Su-Sua unnie is fine. Just make sure Oh Hana doesn't see it. Only Oh Hana."
Judging by her demeanor, she might have felt a flash of embarrassment and surprise, but her words from moments ago were clearly sincere. Mentioning Oh Hana twice like that—she really didn't want her to see it.
I mean, if she showed a weird side in front of Oh Hana, who knows how she'd get teased about it forever... Just imagining it sent chills down my spine.
"Whew. Anyway, it's something I had to go through sooner or later... eventually."
Han Aebom let out a small sigh as she spoke, her expression so profoundly serious it left me even more bewildered. And why was that? Because the conversation we were having with these straight faces was all about sex in the one-room apartment.
If other people saw us, they'd think, "Wow, those folks are deep in some serious discussion." But if they knew it was about sex, what faces would they make?
"Exactly. It's something you both had to face eventually. Don't feel burdened at all. Just pretend I'm not here."
Yeah, right, like that's possible.
"I'll hunker down in the corner and just watch quietly."
Even hearing that made it sound far from easy.
Even amid all this, Han Aebom continued earnestly.
"If I didn't know the pleasure of sex, that'd be one thing. But surprisingly, it occupies a pretty big chunk of my thoughts even during everyday life."
She must think about sex a ton.
"Considering how it leads to dips in my condition or actual drops in efficiency..."
"Let's have sex."
I cut her off before she could launch into a full rundown from the definition of sex to its pros and cons. Honestly, it's embarrassing for me too. Sure, I'd done it multiple times in front of the other two with Oh Hana, but it was always mortifying.
Only Oh Hana could casually spread her pussy wide open and proudly show off the cum leaking out.
'Unnie, take a good look. This is oppa's cum. It's still warm because it was pounded so hard in here just now. The smell's super strong too.'
...Could any other woman in the world say something like that besides Oh Hana? At least not among the people I knew.
"Sua unnie, is that okay?"
Watching her seek Yoon Sua's permission once more drove home just what kind of woman Han Aebom was.
A thorough stickler for principles? A rule-follower to the core? Even in a moment like this, she could do that—it was impressive in a whole different way.
"Yeah, of course. Actually... I'm the one who's sorry. I was worried I was making things harder for you for no reason."
"You don't need to worry about that, unnie. It was my choice in that situation, so the responsibility's mine."
Her rigid adherence to principles could make her seem a bit stiff, and with those sharp eyes, people might mistake her for someone scary. But everyone living under the same roof knew better.
"Thanks for saying that. I really like Aebom a ton too. I'm super excited for this chance for you to loosen up a bit more, and to see all your different sides."
Hmm. It felt all jumbled up. There was genuine care for Han Aebom, but trailing right after was this sincere joy at seeing her lewd—or even broken—side.
What was this? It was kinda scary in another sense.
"Mm."
Was I the only one feeling this? For the first time, Han Aebom faltered, hesitantly turning her head toward Yoon Sua.
"J-Just treat me like I'm not even here."
The person saying that wasn't backing off—instead, she was sticking close like an AV cameraman. It was impossible not to feel the pressure.
But for Yoon Sua, this was her first time witnessing Han Aebom having sex. I got why she didn't want to miss it. And considering her situation, there might be some burden and embarrassment, but no real disgust or rejection.
Han Aebom felt the same. Otherwise, she'd have said so already.
"Aebom, how do you want to do this?"
She didn't have Oh Hana's experience, and she was definitely nervous. I had to take the lead.
This feels kinda fresh in its own way.
If I had to pick who I had sex with most often, Oh Hana dominated by far. Sex with her still felt less equal and more like I was being led along by her.
With Han Aebom, I was fully in control. Each had their own appeal.
But if I had to nitpick, it was a boost to my self-esteem—or pride, maybe? Feeling like I held the high value made me prefer taking the lead myself.
Plus, no risk of embarrassment.
Thinking back to my first time with Oh Hana—when I was total garbage—still made my face burn. That moment was easily in my top 10 black history moments I wanted to erase forever.
Before meeting Oh Hana, I'd fantasized about a petite, innocent virgin girlfriend I wanted to protect...
But then I met Oh Hana. Everything was totally different from what I'd imagined.
She led me so masterfully that I quickly learned things about women I never knew, and grew this much. So I could lead Han Aebom plenty well...
"And..."
And?
"Ahem. Nothing. Just focus, okay? You were spacing out just now, right?"
"Ah. Yeah. Sorry."
Han Aebom shyly spread her arms as she spoke.
"...Do it intensely."
"Intensely, you say?"
"Super intensely. The kind where I wouldn't even notice Sua unnie watching from the side. Just... even for a moment. Make my mind go blank, like I've turned into an idiot."
"That's what you're curious about? Turning into an idiot?"
"I never wondered about stuff like that before."
At my question, Han Aebom let out a wry chuckle.
"Lately, I've been kinda curious. What that feels like. What kind of sensation it is."
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The word "why" suddenly flashed twice in my mind.
Why was she curious about that?
Why did it feel so unfamiliar? Was it because I'd seen so many unexpected sides of Han Aebom today?
"Han Aebom."
I nearly blurted out the question but clamped my mouth shut. It was instinct. I shouldn't ask right now. Better to swallow it, frustrations and all.
"If that's what you want, leave it to me. I'll clear your head out nice and good today."
"I'll...?"
"Huh?"
"Don't pick up that habit from Oh Hana. Trying to slip into casual speech without my permission. Bad habit, that."
"Ahaha. You're right."
Come to think of it, I'd unconsciously switched to "I'll" and dropped the polite ending. Must've caught it from hanging around Oh Hana.
"I'll be careful."
"Good."
She looked a bit sulky at first, but as soon as I straightened up with polite speech, Han Aebom's face lit up. In that moment, I pulled her into a hug, her slim, delicate frame fitting perfectly into my arms—contrasting wildly with the massive volume of her breasts pressing firmly against my chest.
"Mm."
I considered going straight for a kiss. But unintentionally, Han Aebom kept pressing her breasts against me, nuzzling her face into my neck even closer.
She turned into a total kid in moments like this. More spoiled than Oh Hana, even? I could feel her savoring my warmth and scent as a tickle on my nape.
Well, I could enjoy it just the same.
"Hngh. Ah. Mmm!"
Not just rubbing her face—she buried her nose into my slender white nape and started nipping lightly with her teeth.
I did it hoping to surprise her, but I ended up more shocked.
Could a person's nape taste this good? Why was her skin so soft, her scent so intoxicating? As far as I knew, everyone in our one-room used the same shampoo and body wash.
How could all three women smell so different—and all amazing? Insane.
Damn. I'm trash too.
Other guys might stick to one, but I secretly wanted all three. Maybe that's why I held back on sensitive questions with Oh Hana or Han Aebom.
"Smack."
Ah, crap. Zoned out again.
Feeling Han Aebom sucking away to leave a hickey on my nape, I returned the favor with a deep mark on hers.
After leaving a few mosquito-bite-looking spots on each other's napes, we finally pulled apart, drinking in each other's gazes before our lips naturally met.
"Mmm, smack, slurp. Haah, smack."
Han Aebom's kissing had improved by leaps and bounds—she was a quick learner.
Still, her tongue would stiffen sometimes when they tangled. And since I kissed not just her but Oh Hana and Yoon Sua too, the skill gap wasn't closing fast.
Plus, was her nose one of her erogenous zones?
"Ahh, ngh!"
When I playfully licked her nose or nipped it lightly, she'd twitch and flash a blissful expression for a split second.
Once the kisses had us both heated up, I stripped off my clothes—everything but my underwear.
Han Aebom did the same, down to her lingerie.
"Ah."
"Wow."
We both let out similar sighs. Hers were all stolen by my bulging cock straining against my underwear.
Mine kept spilling out in admiration of her overall beauty.
She's insanely gorgeous.
Even stripped bare, she exuded such elegance. Like undressing a captured princess from a war? If I had to compare.
Her figure was on another level. Born with it? She didn't work out just to sculpt her body like Oh Hana did—yet from head to toe, she looked like a museum masterpiece.
"Gulp."
Maybe that's why it thrilled me more. So poised, so smart. A woman from a world totally apart from mine.
"Aebom, hold your breath."
"......"
Still in my underwear, I brought my cock right up to her face. Closer. Her eyes grew more desperate with every inch. Like she was dying to sniff it.
But I pressed it against her nose and said it again.
"Not yet. Not yet."
"Mmm, mmh."
Once her breathing got ragged, I finally said,
"Now... breathe."