Chapter 55
Chapter 55
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 55
Chapter Title: A More Complicated Suicide
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"Ah…. Why'd you bring that in again…."
Seung-hee spoke with a troubled look as I entered the room naked, vibrator in hand.
But somewhere in her expression, I could see she was pleased.
The subtle upturn of her lips, the way she didn't outright refuse…. It gave off the vibe that she was secretly looking forward to it.
Well…. It could just be the delusion of a pathetic loser, but who cares.
I do what I want.
I took one of Seung-hee's breasts fully into my mouth and sucked.
It never gets old. How many lives has a piece of flesh like this ruined?
And there are two of them—it's cheating.
If there was just one, I'd have been seriously disappointed. You can't even touch it while sucking.
My mouth and hands might've fought over it first dibs.
Why are nipples so damn lewd?
They're not even the length of a pinky finger segment. Fuck. It's ridiculous.
Touching is good, rubbing with fingers is good, stroking with the palm is good.
Rubbing, circling, pinching, pulling, pressing hard—all good.
Licking with the tongue, rolling it around, nibbling with lips, sucking, grinding—all good.
Every man in the world is a nipple fetishist.
Slaves to nipples, guardians of nipples.
Under my passionate caresses, Seung-hee quickly grew wet.
When I slid the vibrator inside her, her body greedily accepted it, already anticipating.
I started it on low, and she seemed disappointed by the weaker vibration than she'd hoped for.
But I ramp it up slow.
Some idiot once said the best way to enjoy a glass of water is to walk across a scorching desert first.
Something like that. Tease the body with just enough to make it itch.
"Why…. So weak…."
Dissatisfied, Seung-hee began stroking her own body and whining.
A woman turned lewd. A woman who's tasted pleasure.
I gently caressed her body.
Lightly tracing her breasts and waist with my fingertips, I circled down around her navel.
Her body twitched with every touch. I slid up, brushing her breasts, and lightly pinched a nipple.
"Haang."
A lewd voice. A lewd moan.
A lewd woman's face is different. Lips that won't close, eyes half-lidded.
Sexiness flowed from her exposed neckline, her deeply hollowed collarbone.
I licked her collarbone with my tongue and buried my face in her nape; Seung-hee shivered at my breath, curling up tight.
She pressed her head to my shoulder, pushing my face away, but I held her down by force and buried my face back in her nape.
Seung-hee trembled violently. The thrill of her tantrum hit me just right.
It's like kids—the things they tell you not to do are exactly what you wanna do. Men never really grow up.
"Vibration…. Stronger, please…."
The low setting wouldn't bring her to climax.
She must be edging, frustrated. She wants to feel it. She wants to cum.
"Your begging form leaves a lot to be desired."
I smirked, and Seung-hee shot me a glare.
"How…. Should I beg?"
"Dunno. Get on your knees, bow your head to the floor, and say it."
Seung-hee sat up. Then she knelt and bowed low.
"Please, make it stronger."
This woman seems to be enjoying it now too. Doing this without hesitation proves it.
"Stay like that."
Bzzzzzzzzzz
I cranked it to high, and her body jolted in the prone position.
"Haaaang."
She buried her face in the bed, moaning from the intense vibration.
"Gotta muffle those slutty moans. Lift your head."
I thrust my dick right in front of Seung-hee's face as she lifted only her head from the prone position.
My cock, swollen from her moans, throbbed in greeting. Hey there?
"Ahm."
Seung-hee took my dick into her mouth.
Whether from the vibrator shaking inside her or not, she started sucking me off with incredible devotion.
Slurp slurp schloop slurp
Lewd sounds.
An act solely for my pleasure.
Her warm mouth and undulating tongue enveloped my cock.
The inside of her cheeks on the tip, her lips on the base. The emptiness in between.
Her soft lips glided from base to tip, then back down.
Each pass brought waves of pleasure and satisfaction.
I toyed with her earlobe.
A sensation similar to nipples, but weaker than the real thing.
I stretched my hand to her breast.
The real nipple caught on my fingertips. Yeah. This is the good stuff.
As she climaxed from the vibrations, she writhed when I touched her breasts and nipples.
Her sucking grew sloppy, so I grabbed her head with my other hand.
I moved her head like a toy, shaking it.
The faster rhythm built the pleasure.
I used the hand on her breast to grip her head too, shaking harder.
The feeling of release approached. I sped up the shaking.
Like magma surging from deep underground and erupting from a volcano, it burst into Seung-hee's mouth.
Even as I came, her tongue wriggled relentlessly, stimulating me, and I felt an intense pleasure I could barely endure.
My nerves tensed sharply. My head snapped back.
"Haa."
Emptiness washed over me with a sigh.
The sensation of turning men into sages.
Seung-hee swallowed it all and flopped back flat.
The vibrator's intense buzzing made it inevitable.
She'd been climaxing nonstop even while blowing me.
In the afterglow of my orgasm, I watched her naked, writhing and fondling her own breasts.
Should I give her a little more stimulation?
I moved to her side and brought my fingertips to her clit.
"Eek!"
What a novel reaction. "Eek," really.
I gently rubbed her clit with my middle finger—a hypersensitive spot like her nipples now.
The twitching intensified with every touch.
She grabbed my arm, burying her face like she was going mad.
I slipped my fingers in and pushed the vibrator deeper inside.
Her upper body shot up as she arched violently, then collapsed back.
Then she rolled onto her side, curling into a ball.
The curve from her nape to waist and hips was stunningly beautiful.
A feminine curve you could only call pretty, no matter how you looked at it.
Too wasteful to just look. I caressed the curves on Seung-hee's body.
Breast curves, shoulder curves, back curves, hip curves.
With every touch, the curves straightened or bent oppositely.
At that beautiful writhing, my recently spent friend rose again.
I pulled out the vibrator and replaced it with my cock.
Then I set it to low and pressed the vibrator to the top of her clit.
"Aaaah…. Feels so good."
A reaction that made me curious what it felt like.
She moaned freely, expressing her pleasure with her body without shame.
Her insides clenched tight, squeezing rhythmically, giving me massive pleasure too.
Why can't men last long in this state?
Am I the only one who sucks at it? Nah, it's a universal guy problem, right?
Seung-hee took my hand and sucked on my fingers.
Oddly, the lukewarm wetness in her mouth dulled the intense stimulation a bit.
Not gone, just sustainable longer?
My rock-hard cock could now stir her winding depths a little more.
"Hng. Hn. Ng. Ng. Ung. Ng."
Her moans turned sob-like, the clenching even tighter.
Unbearable. Holding back now would make me a saint.
My second load shot hot inside her.
The discarded vibrator buzzed weakly on the bed as I collapsed onto Seung-hee, overlapping her.
Breasts against my cheek, breasts in my hands.
The end of satisfying sex, and I'd arrived back at breasts.
Both the licker and the licked are satisfied.
That's the power of breasts. The greatness of breasts.
"Feel good?"
Instead of answering, Seung-hee hugged my head tight.
My head buried in her breasts. I'm dying of happiness.
In that position, I reached for the noisy vibrator and turned it off.
Thanks to the generous soul from the officetel…. Forgot the name. Anyway, officetel benefactor. Thank you.
Thanks to you, we're having such fun, happy sex.
Seung-hee still held me, trying to smother me with her breasts.
I hugged her slim waist too.
An alluring body. Young and firm.
She's just twenty. At least 15? 20 years like this?
"You. Need anything?"
"Need something?"
Seung-hee went quiet for a moment.
"Not really. But I am kinda bored."
Bored…. Can't help with that.
"You. Hate me?"
No answer from Seung-hee. Damn it, idiot, why ask that?
"No. Why would I hate you?"
"I'm keeping you locked up. Treating you like a toy."
"Locked up…. Couldn't be helped, right? You don't trust me. If a few locks make us both feel secure, better than nothing."
"Both?"
"If you let me out of this room, you'd watch me suspiciously, worried I'd betray you. Same for me. I'd have to act perfect every second, proving I won't attack you…. I hate that too. Better to just stay in this locked room."
Seung-hee paused, then continued.
"Hate you? You avenged my dad. Honestly, I shouldn't hate you. What you're doing…. I don't hate it. No pregnancy worries…. Doesn't feel bad. So don't worry about it. Way better than trembling in fear outside."
I couldn't tell if she was saying what I wanted to hear or really meant it.
"And…. We can't trust each other, that's just how it is. So I won't ask for more. But promise me one thing? No enforcement, just for peace of mind."
"...What."
"I won't betray you, so don't kill me?"
Ridiculous. The kind of thing you'd hear in this godforsaken world.
"Sure. No enforcement, like you said. I can promise whatever."
"I can't fend for myself out there. No skill or ability to kill and farm coins. If you vanish, I'll starve in here or smash the door desperately and scavenge—either way, I die."
Seung-hee spoke calmly. Her utterly realistic, calculated words rang truer.
"Killing you does nothing for me. It's just a more complicated suicide."
A more complicated suicide. I liked the phrasing.
"So don't go out and die."
I nipped lightly at Seung-hee's breast.
"Kyaa! That hurts! Why?!"
I got up and left the room.
To the bewildered Seung-hee staring after me, I tossed one last line.
"Don't worry."
I closed Seung-hee's door and locked it.