Clouds and Rain (3)
Unlike the assertive mood she had shown just moments before, Seo Yeo was now nestled meekly against me.
Not that she meant to leave me entirely to my own devices — and with good reason, because the moment I tried to raise my body...
Squeeze.
...she would tense up just like that, pinning me down so I couldn't get up. I genuinely couldn't move an inch. So this was what it felt like to be caught beneath a Thousand-Pound Anchor out of the martial world tales.
Given the staggering strength Seo Yeo possessed, I had half expected to be flattened into fish jerky the instant anything popped the wrong way, so the exquisite control she exercised to keep me from being hurt came as a quiet surprise.
Hearing only that, you might think my whole body had been sealed away, but my arms, at least, were still free to move. In a way, this was the final test. The instant I tried to use them to break free, those arms too would be locked down — and after that, she would simply take matters into her own hands, saying, It's all right. This will be over soon.
...Honestly, the mere thought sent a small chill down my spine.
So. What was I to do now?
It felt absurd to put it this way, but the truth was I had never had sex—
...Hmm.
To phrase it a touch more archaically: I had never yet lain with a woman.
According to Mother, I took after Father, so I was bound to be impressive — but who could say. An illustrious(?) sire does not necessarily beget an impressive son.
Now was the time to put my mind to work, not to lean on some physical potential even I knew nothing about. Come on, brain. Grind those gears.
I had picked this up somewhere: in bed, there was one thing women were weaker to than anything else. It was not a matter of hip technique, nor the size of one's endowment. Positions were obviously out, and it was not fondling, either. It was atmosphere.
To be sure, those four factors were nothing to sneeze at, and individual differences surely existed. But short of some glaring flaw in all of the above, women were said to be universally weakest to the mood.
What was it again... something about how, unlike men — who tend to be weak to visual and tactile stimulation — women are easily swayed by the mood around them...
Ah, to hell with it. All I could do now was throw myself at it and find out.
Fortunately, Seo Yeo's assertive offensive of affection had already warmed the mood somewhat. Satisfied on that front, I spoke to her.
"Seo Yeo."
"...Yes."
With her head buried right beside mine, turning my gaze toward her revealed nothing but a spill of hair. Her ears were positively scarlet. She had worked up the nerve to make her move, but with no idea what came next, she was simply stewing in embarrassment.
I turned my head and spoke.
"Lift your head and look at me, won't you?"
"……"
My voice pierced straight into her ear; Seo Yeo jolted, shivered, and slowly turned her head to face me.
...No — could this honestly be called looking at me? She had moved her head by barely a hair's breadth. In other words, most of her face remained buried in the bedding, with only the glimmer of her eyes showing.
"Was that supposed to count as moving? Come on, turn properly."
"...J-just a little more time."
Well, well. There it was — my opening.
Where had all this bashfulness been when she was the one pressing her advantage? Where had the carnivore gone — the one who had lunged at me as if to devour me whole — and when had this trembling herbivore taken her place? She used to speak without a flicker of hesitation, and now even her voice was shaking, so this was no act. Had she sensed the shift in my mood? That she showed such weakness to me, of all people, was frankly astonishing.
With an air of nothing to be done about it, I answered.
"Well, if that's how it is, I suppose I have no choice."
"Th-thank y—"
At that moment, I threw both arms tight around Seo Yeo and rolled hard. Caught off guard by my sudden movement, she could only yelp.
"Eek?!"
Ooh — now that was a voice I had never heard from her before.
The result of flipping us over on the bed: Seo Yeo, who had been astride me, ended up beneath, and I settled neatly above her.
"You fell for that?"
I couldn't hide my delight. Considering her reflexes, she could have reacted to my move without the slightest effort — and yet she had taken it meekly. Could it be that somewhere deep down, Seo Yeo had wanted exactly this? If not, she had simply been too flustered to think of countering.
"Nn... ngh..."
Whatever the truth of it, Seo Yeo lay looking up at me, utterly at a loss. Cheeks flushed visibly, eyes wavering without anchor, small breaths escaping in ragged bursts. Though her expression itself had barely changed, for Seo Yeo — who even at good news offered only the faintest flicker of response — this amounted to an enormous reaction.
After savoring the sight for just a moment, I leaned in without hesitation and pressed my lips to hers.
"...!"
Her eyes flew wide in surprise; a heartbeat later, as though she had settled herself, they drifted slowly shut. There was nothing feverish in it — no tongue, no heat. We simply felt one another, lips meeting lips in silence. When a span neither short nor long had passed, I raised my head again.
"Ah..."
As our lips parted, a note of loss slipped from Seo Yeo. She stared at my mouth with such fixed intensity that her feelings were plain to read; I gave her a small smile.
"Well? How was it?"
"……"
At my question, Seo Yeo answered with her gaze slipping aside.
"...I d-don't know."
I felt my own smile deepen at that.
"I'm not sure how to put this tingling feeling into words..."
"Then we'll simply have to keep going."
"Mmph?!"
Cutting her off, I kissed her again. This time I moved with rather more intent — parting my lips slightly and slipping my tongue between hers.
"......!"
Seo Yeo shuddered from head to toe, but my tongue had already wedged its way in, tapping softly at her teeth. She trembled for a long moment before, in the end, she failed to hold out and slowly let her mouth open. What came after was simple. Safely infiltrated, I teased her statue-stiff tongue without mercy. My technique was hardly masterful — and yet she could offer no worthwhile resistance at all. Normally, by this point, the one on the receiving end would be moving her tongue a little too. What on earth was going on?
Partly to catch my breath, I drew back for a moment.
"...Whew."
"……"
A thin thread of saliva briefly linked her lips to mine before snapping apart. We had mingled tongues, but neither of us had lunged like beasts at a kill, so our mouths were not much the worse for it.
I asked Seo Yeo again.
"And now? Getting the idea?"
"……"
"...Seo Yeo?"
What was wrong with her all of a sudden? She simply lay there catching her breath, gaze dazed and unfocused. Unable to contain my puzzlement, I looked her over — and found my answer.
And small wonder: Seo Yeo's lower half was drenched.
I knew a woman grew wet when sharing such intimacy, but this was on another scale entirely. This was no mere matter of arousal — it was as if...
"...Good heavens."
The words escaped me, stunned. How long had we even kissed? And here was Seo Yeo, brought to her peak by nothing more than that. Acting on a hunch, I kissed her once more — she was still too far gone to gather herself, lips parted ever so slightly. For a while, the wet sounds of entwining tongues filled the air.
"......!!"
Watching her closely, I felt her whole body jolt. I had been too absorbed in the kiss to notice before, but when I reached down to check, I found her thoroughly, soaked-through wet.
"Th-this is... something's not right..."
"……"
As my hand brushed the soft inside of her thigh, she shivered again and murmured; taking note, I held my silence and kneaded her adorable breasts through her clothes.
"~~!!"
No sooner had I begun to enjoy the supple give of her than she was quivering all over again. How many times had she already peaked? Twice from kisses alone, once when my hand grazed her thigh, and again just now at her chest. It had not even been that long — what on earth was happening here?
I had known Seo Yeo's defenses dropped to nothing where I alone was concerned, but this level of sensitivity was frankly staggering. Was something wrong with me? With her? Both? ...Or was that, if anything, a good thing?
Her physical abilities were extraordinary enough that without a handicap like this, I could never have hoped to keep up with her. Which meant I had to ride the momentum right now. Even on the battlefield, it is the commander who knows the moment to strike who seizes victory. Granted, the defender in this particular fight was a sandcastle that would crumble at a touch — but the principle held.
While Seo Yeo, peak after peak, was still struggling to gather her wits, I slowly undressed her. Embarrassed as she remained, she never once resisted my hands.
Skin like white jade, without a single blemish. Graceful curves, flawless to the eye. And breasts that bore the fresh, budding presence of a flower not yet opened. Gazing upon Seo Yeo's naked form — beautiful even by the most objective measure — I shed my own clothes as well.
The instant they came off, something stood proudly erect, announcing its full majesty.
"...Ah."
At the sight of that something, Seo Yeo let slip a gasp, and I — watching her — found myself recalling a certain conversation with my mother.
"Our son takes after his father, so he's bound to be magnificent! I guarantee it!"
"...Mother, that is sexual harassment."
"Is it?"
That something had just proven my mother's words true. With myself standing at full attention, I moved toward Seo Yeo.
We came face to face in the most classic of positions.
"Seo Yeo."
"...Yes."
"Will you be all right?"
At my question, a faint smile crossed her face.
"...This is what I have long wished for."
As if in answer to her words, the seam of her, on the very brink of taking me in, gave a little quiver.
Hearing that answer, I chuckled.
"Well then."
I slid my hips forward.
Squelch!
"Hii?!"
And with the sound of something giving way, Seo Yeo let out a cry unlike any I had ever heard from her. Even as I entered her, her whole body shuddered — already at her peak — and I gazed down at her, trembling and undone.
...I'm telling you. She's far too sensitive.