"My Sister Would Love This" (3)
"I've felt it before, but your skin is really nice. You."
"...What's so good about it? It's just average."
"Really? Isn't this on the better side?"
"Bullshit... If you touched any random high school girl walking down the street, she'd be about the same as me."
"Then it's high school girl skin. That means it's on the better side, right?"
"I was a high school girl until three months ago, you idiot."
Seo Woojin wrapped his arms around my waist, smiling as tenderly as he did with my sister. I left my side exposed so as not to get in his way, drying my bangs with the hair dryer set to a low breeze. What should I call this feeling? Embarrassed? No. It’s subtly different from that. Of course, I’m embarrassed enough to curse incessantly in my head, but that’s all there is to it. It’s not an unbearable kind of shame. Then, nervous? Well, I am doing something bad with my sister's boyfriend under the guise of going to a PC cafe, so that’s not wrong, but... it feels like I’m missing something important. Embarrassed. Nervous. Irritated for no reason. And yet, whenever Seo Woojin’s hand touches the towel, I find myself quietly gulping down my saliva. How should I express this heart of mine?
"Anyway, I think your skin is better than your sister's. Seriously."
"......"
Tense? Or, do I want to have sex? Which one is the right expression? ...Is there even a right expression between the two? I don't know.
"You can keep drying it while I practice. I did the same yesterday."
"...Th-that hair dryer... must be really hot, right?"
"It's fine. Yesterday, Hayoon-noona intentionally sprayed the air on my body."
"......"
"Hayoon-noona was so cute back then."
"...Oh, is that so."
"Every time I touched her here and there, she’d laugh, 'Kya-ha-ha,' saying it tickled, telling me to stop..."
"I get it! I get it, so... just start. The practice."
Why are you talking about Lee Hayoon so happily in front of me? Are you that oblivious? You idiot. The thought made me feel slightly annoyed for a moment. Still, with the dryer on a low setting, I just kept drying my bangs. Seeing me like that, he let out a light laugh and slowly started moving his hand. Lightly brushing against my body, he used the towel he’d brought to wipe my lower abdomen. Then, he pulled his body back slightly and softly stroked my back, which was already dry and didn't need wiping. ...He wiped under my breasts, where a light sheen of sweat had formed, and then wiped the tops of my thighs, which were the same. After about a minute passed like that,
"...Haaaaah..."
"..."
I turned the hair dryer off completely, hung my head low, and let out a deep sigh loud enough for Seo Woojin to hear. ...Honestly speaking, it was a total disappointment. It was a much, much lousier foreplay than I had imagined. My sister liked this? Why on earth? That’s the kind of thought that crossed my mind. What should I say? It’s too faint to be called foreplay. But it’s also too suspiciously hands-on to just be "wiping my body." The towel would tap near my privates, or he’d persistently touch my breasts even though there couldn't be any moisture left. Anyway, his hand movements were unnecessarily lewd. Ah, right. I roughly understand why my sister laughed, "Kya-ha-ha," saying it tickled. It’s because it literally tickled. That’s why she laughed, you idiot. And one more thing I want to point out.
"...Hey. Damn it... Stop for a second."
"Why?"
"Did you, by any chance, call this foreplay?"
"...Yeah. Why? Was it a bit weird?"
"Last time, I... let you practice foreplay... You should do it like that, so why..."
"Ah, that."
Why did you get worse than before? I don't remember everything exactly, but I remember you touching my clitoris and nipples while kissing me. And I remember that I... came a lot from such lousy foreplay. How are you unable to even do that now?
"You said earlier at the PC cafe that you shouldn't just be intense, that you need something soft too."
"......"
"I tried it with that kind of teasing feeling... Is it... not good?"
"...It's fucking terrible."
"Umm..."
Seriously, what a virgin.
"...How did you do it when you were with my sister?"
"How did I do it? I wiped her with a towel for a bit... then I did it in a way that the noona would like."
"What kind of way?"
"That... a bit of a rough way."
"You... Haa... Hey. You are seriously, fucking terrible at teasing, you know? To the point where I think it’d be better if I just masturbated myself?"
"..."
"So, do it like this instead."
"How?"
"For now, do it the way you did to my sister yesterday, and practice the teasing part a little bit after that. Understand?"
"...Alright."
"Come on. Don't waste time, hurry..."
135. I can't breathe well.
"Hey, damn it... Ugh... Chup..."
Saliva that isn't mine slowly fills the inside of my mouth, stickily intertwined with his tongue. Even if I don't need to gulp it down diligently, the amount is enough to cover my throat, making me constantly conscious of it. Once I barely manage to swallow it, the saliva that flowed slowly down my tongue starts covering my throat again. Mine and Seo Woojin's are stickily mixed, becoming one, slowly.
"Haa, ha...! ...Ha... Ugh..."
I had all sorts of thoughts in my head until just a moment ago—like, what should I do about that oblivious virgin, or what should I do to make him feel better than he did with Lee Hayoon yesterday so he only thinks of me. But now, my mind is blank, with no thoughts at all. ...I think my vision went white a moment ago, but now it's the exact opposite. Far from being white, it's dyed pitch black. Even if Seo Woojin pulls his lips away for a moment to leave a mark on my neck, even if he squeezes the nipples I was covering with my arms with his fingers as he pleases, even if the sound of my privates—which I had lightly covered with a towel—being rummaged through while soaking wet echoes out...
"Wait..."
Flailing, flailing. Holding the hair dryer that was already turned off, I twitch my waist, press my trembling knees together, and all I can do is entrust my body to Seo Woojin behind me, rubbing my half-dried, snow-white hair against his firm body.
"...Chup..."
Even when I gasp for air toward the void during the brief moment our lips part, if Seo Woojin, who is hugging me tightly from behind, grabs my chin with his thick fingers and forces my lips open, all I can do is stick out my tongue obediently and accept the kiss.
"...Ugh... Phup..."
...Before I know it, his stiff, engorged, massive cock is rubbing against my buttocks, hidden by my panties. I can't hold it and jerk him off, nor can I suck it with my mouth, so all I can do is rub my butt against him subtly, fluttering. I can't do anything.
"Puh-hap... Hack...! Haa..."
"...The hair dryer. Just put it there. Or put it on the floor. You're not using it right now anyway."
"Hair dry... Ah, uung..."
"Still, I'm glad you look like you're enjoying it. I was a bit worried you might hate it."
"......"
"...Ah, you told me not to do this."
"...Don't do it. It's embarrassing for me to hear..."
"Yeah. Yeah. Seeing your face turn bright red, it must be true. I'll be careful."
Thud. As he threw the hair dryer onto the table nearby, Seo Woojin bit my ear without delay. I think I might have meowed out complaints like, "It's dirty because of the saliva," "Don't leave tooth marks there," or "What if my sister finds out?" But when I came to my senses, I was just continuing the kiss with my cheeks and chin held in one hand. The sound hitting my ears wasn't those complaints, but only the sound of wet, sticky kisses. ...Ah, no. The sound of the kiss is something I’m hearing directly inside my mouth, hitting my brain. It’s not a sound hitting my ears. Yeah.
".........Ugh..., Chu-up.... Ph..."
One step with trembling legs. And this time, one step back to keep my balance. I can't run away because he's holding my waist tightly, so I just twitch meaninglessly and entrust my whole body to him. The kissing is one thing. But the way Seo Woojin is digging into my... vaginal wall with the hand that was holding my chin just a moment ago... It feels strangely good. It's too hard to stand using only my legs. It’s completely different from digging in there with my own fingers. No, it’s different. Of course, it’s a man’s finger, so it’s longer and thicker, but that’s not all. How should I put it? It’s like he’s stimulating me while knowing exactly where I like it best. I don't want it, but it feels like he’s forcefully pounding pleasure into me. It feels like that. It’s completely different.
"Ung-ugh.... Ph... Phuu..."
My labored breathing and my clumsy kissing skills. Added to that is Seo Woojin’s violence, causing a string of saliva to slide down my cheek. ...Ah. Damn it. It’s gross. Even while thinking that, my hands are just busily scratching Seo Woojin’s wrist in front of my clitoris. Because my lips are tightly blocked, just like they were in my room the other day, I can't say, "Stop for a second," or "Please stop." All I can do is obediently swallow Seo Woojin’s saliva. Because his fingers are pressing and rummaging only in the places that feel good, I feel like I’m going to come right now...
"....... Ung-ugh.... .........♡"
...I just clench my thighs and scratch Seo Woojin’s wrist repeatedly. "Ugh, ugh...! ...Ugh...?!" I already came. I came. It’s unfair that you keep rubbing the vaginal wall with your fingertips without giving me any time to rest. If a girl does that, she’ll come again... you idiot. If this continues, my brain is really going to break. Please. Please... Just as my hands, which were only pale from being cooped up in the house playing games, were scratching his wrist, which was full of bulging veins, Seo Woojin’s lips pulled away. ...I couldn't say anything.
"...Hey. Lee Jiyoon."
"...Heh.... Heh.... ...Hack..."
"Lee Jiyoon."
"...Heh...? Heh...?"
"Do we... really have to practice that soft stuff?"
"..."
As he said that, pressing his cock—which had become so engorged and stiff that it couldn't be compared to just a moment ago—against my buttocks as if he wanted to ram it in right now,
"Hayoon-noona liked it when I just rammed it in like this."
"..."
Even if his IQ is at a beastly level, ...as long as the gender is female,
"...Is teasing or whatever really necessary?"
"..."
There's no way I can't know the hidden meaning behind those words.