Chapter 17
Chapter 17
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: What I Want to Say (4)
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Choi Yu-ra pulled Yoo Jun-hyuk into a tight embrace.
She buried her face in the nape of his neck and lavished it with her mouth.
“Hyahh... Hnngh!”
It started with light kisses on his nape.
Soon enough, as if marking her territory, she sucked hard, leaving a mark.
Each time the intense stimulation created a visible hickey, Jun-hyuk writhed with an itchy pleasure, letting out moans.
But that only spurred Yu-ra on, making her suck even harder.
“Haa... Haa...”
“Hoo... Hoo...”
Both of them were reduced to nothing but moans now.
Neither had enough reason left for conversation.
Giving in to instinct, Choi Yu-ra stopped kissing and began licking his nape.
“Khk...”
Jun-hyuk’s body, hypersensitive from arousal, was no different from a full-body erogenous zone.
Every swipe of her tongue sent electric jolts of pleasure racing through him, like ants biting his nerves—flaring up in an instant and then vanishing, over and over.
If his nape felt this good, what about other spots?
As that fleeting question surfaced amid his pleasure-dazed mind...
As if reading his thoughts via telepathy, Choi Yu-ra’s face began to trail downward.
From nape to collarbone.
Collarbone to chest.
Chest to nipple.
“Hngh!”
When she sucked hard on his right nipple, Jun-hyuk’s back arched like a bow.
Even in ancient times, a man’s nipples weren’t well-known as erogenous zones, but...
Once developed, they were one of the most nerve-dense spots—sometimes even more than a woman’s.
And his nipples, inflamed by arousal, were as sensitive as his glans.
“Just a little suck and you’re already reacting like this? You really are the lewd one, huh?”
“......”
Jun-hyuk clamped his mouth shut.
It was a desperate bid to win their little contest, but Yu-ra just laughed and kept teasing his nipple.
Sometimes rolling it with her tongue, sometimes sucking hard.
“Kkh, ngh... Krhk... Hnng...”
Lewd moans slipped past his lips.
If anything, Yu-ra got even more aroused by those sounds than his heat did for him.
She pulled away from his nipple and licked down his abs like ice cream, heading toward his lower body.
“Hyahh!”
Then, in one swift motion, she took his rigidly erect cock straight to the back of her throat.
An uncontrollable moan burst from Jun-hyuk’s mouth.
“N-Nuna?”
Ever since she started seeing Jun-hyuk, Yu-ra had been gradually building her sexual knowledge.
She knew about fellatio, but this was her first time trying it.
But as a genius with reinforcement skills who excelled at anything physical, she didn’t just master fellatio—she went straight to the more extreme deep-throat irrumatio.
“Guh, ah, ugh, haat!”
She didn’t even need to breathe.
Her body could hold out for up to 30 minutes without air.
In this extreme situation, her salivary glands forced out saliva to wet her dry throat, using the excess as lube instead of her juices, and she sucked away without pause.
!?
She bobbed her head back and forth.
Her tongue softly pressed along the underside from shaft to urethra tip, and each stroke sent near-painful pleasure straight to the root, making his hips shudder.
It was nothing like masturbation.
No lukewarm hand job could compare.
Her mouth left not even 0.1 seconds of respite, relentlessly stimulating his cock.
Not just her tongue—her lips clamped tight, stroking the entire shaft with each pass.
Her throat writhed nonstop, squeezing the glans plunged deep inside.
Ecstasy so overwhelming it bordered on pain.
Instinctively, Jun-hyuk tried to pull his hips back to escape, but Choi Yu-ra grabbed his ass, refusing to let go.
“Ah, aaah...”
This time, she stayed still and moved his ass back and forth instead, shoving his cock into her throat herself.
It was almost violent.
Jun-hyuk’s eyes had rolled back halfway, and drool spilled from his gaping mouth instead of proper moans.
After dozens of those thrusts...
Pleasure like ants crawling melted his lower body.
The molten bliss converged in one spot, and he instinctively realized what was coming, grabbing her head.
“Hngk!”
Lost in ecstasy, Jun-hyuk clenched his teeth without thinking.
No real moan escaped, but in its place, semen erupted.
Like a metronome, it spurted in steady rhythm, each pulse hitting like lightning, tormenting him as tears overflowed from the excess pleasure.
For nearly a full minute, she gulped down every bit of the jelly-thick, dense load without spilling a drop.
His oversensitive cock, post-orgasm, got no mercy in her mouth.
Finally, she pressed her tongue hard at the base and pulled back, letting the last remnants dribble from his urethra.
Then she sucked the glans clean, holding the remainder in her mouth.
*Heh heh. I win.*
The thrill of ravishing her beloved was so good her juices dripped down her thighs.
But Yu-ra, unexpectedly competitive, felt proud of her victory and planned to show him the semen in her mouth.
“Beh...”
She opened wide.
But Jun-hyuk, the one meant to see, had covered his face with one hand.
Her face stiffened at his twitching, intermittently trembling body—the same one that had been lost in passion moments ago.
“......Gulp.”
She swallowed the load and cautiously checked on Jun-hyuk.
“Ugh... Hngh... Haat... Hnng...”
Tears brimmed in his eyes.
They’d streamed down long ago, soaking his face, and his unfocused pupils held no trace of reason.
“......Jun-hyuk.”
No reply.
Just short moans with each tremor.
“......You fucking idiot, Choi Yu-ra.”
Self-loathing hit her at the sight.
Hadn’t he said this was his first time too?
A man’s first sexual experience, and even if he provoked her, she shouldn’t have been so rough.
“What the hell have I done...”
As she thought, Jun-hyuk had long since lost his mind to the overwhelming pleasure.
Even basic hypnosis might have given him a tiny breakwater against it, even if broken.
But without that, and with his pent-up lust from the skill’s emergence—unreleased except for wet dreams—his body was hypersensitive.
Plus, no matter his ego, his flesh was that of this era’s male.
“Sorry.”
Not mere wet dreams.
His body simply couldn’t adapt to real pleasure yet, so collapse was inevitable.
Choi Yu-ra apologized and held him.
His instinct-driven body clung to her warmth and sweet scent.
“I’m really sorry.”
She stroked his hair, waiting patiently for him to calm.
Soon, the tremors stopped, but he began breathing hotly against her chest.
“Still want more?”
She asked worriedly, but he couldn’t even nod.
His aroused body felt even being held as if they were fucking.
Her arms brushing his back sent waves of pleasure up his spine.
Her thigh against his leg made it coil around hers like a heat-seeking snake.
The soft pleasure from her breasts against his face.
Every patch of skin touching felt amazing.
Her scent heated his insides.
Someone once said it, right?
Sex isn’t just genitals joining.
It’s with the whole body.
With all five senses.
That was exactly what Jun-hyuk was experiencing.
“I don’t want to end it like this. Can’t leave you with only bad memories. So...”
Yu-ra spread her legs while holding him.
Slowly bringing his cock to her entrance.
“I’ll make it a good memory.”
Very slowly.
Gently, so as not to overwhelm him.
The insertion began—slow but tender.
He trembled as it entered, but not as badly as before.
Soon, his cock hit her hymen.
“This part might hurt a bit.”
Her skills were already off.
Even without, her reinforced body was tough.
But no ridiculous intact-hymen nonsense happened.
“Here goes.”
She thrust her hips in one go, impaling herself.
Jun-hyuk shuddered harder than before, and she hugged him tight to soothe.
“Hngh!”
A moan from a man, not a woman.
A trickle of blood flowed from her pussy; she felt a slight pain, but to her, it was laughable.
“Haa, haa...”
Still out of it, Jun-hyuk clung tighter, feeling the pressure and pleasure in his cock.
Yu-ra had already forgotten the pain of her first penetration, lost in physical bliss—but more so the mental high.
“It’s all in now. Good boy?”
Holding her beloved.
Soothe and cherish him.
The mental ecstasy of her true preferences, forgotten in his provocation.
“I won’t move. Let’s just hold each other like this.”
“......”
True to her word, she stayed still for over ten minutes.
Her body begged to grind and stimulate inside.
But she limited herself to occasional squeezes around his cock.
“Hngk...”
Even that was plenty of stimulation.
Soon, Jun-hyuk came again.
“Feels good? Nun’s fine, so cum as much as you want.”
Worried the pleasure might make him cry again.
She stopped squeezing, patting his back like a fussy child.
“Good job.”
Feeling his orgasm end, she praised him.
No more tears seemed coming, but she resolved to hold him till morning.
“......I love you, Jun-hyuk.”
As carefully as insertion, she pulled out.
Kissing the crown of his head.
“Be happy even without me.”
With sincere wish.
Thus, the two drifted into deep sleep, entwined.
The next morning, as dawn rose, Jun-hyuk woke first.
“......”
Opening his eyes to someone he was cuddling.
Lifting his head slightly, he saw Choi Yu-ra sleeping with a happy expression.
Both naked.
Holding each other like that—his mind went blank.
*......What?*
He racked his brain for memories, but nothing came.
Drinking wine on the hotel’s top floor was his last recollection.
*Me, with Yu-ra...*
Did we have sex?
Nothing remembered, just lost my virginity like that?
But he couldn’t dwell further.
“Huh?”
Skills were part of himself.
Awakeners instinctively knew when training strengthened them.
*My skill...*
Amateur though he was, he was still an awakener.
He noticed his change right away.
*Got stronger?*