Chapter 16
Chapter 16
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 16
Chapter Title: 3. One-Room Apartment (5)
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Ah. I want to fuck a hero.
This old dream might not have come true yet, but that didn't mean I had zero experience.
If anything, I might have quite a bit under my belt.
I'd never seriously dated a villain, but this world was like a jungle full of beasts, after all.
The pretty ones with killer bodies rolled in the sheets just as much as they turned heads.
The handsome bastards kept just as many women in their beds.
Like the saying goes about survival of the fittest—sometimes the one doing the fucking gets fucked.
And in the middle of that animal kingdom, there was another way to drift along carefree.
That bastard.
In other words, the rumor that every woman I'd slept with came back acting all weird.
That alone was enough.
I didn't even have to do much; the ones whose bellies started itching on their own came crawling to me like sluts.
Of course, since I mostly treated them like lab rats, I cut contact after breaking them in.
Anyway.
Back then, there was one woman who'd pulled something similar to what Lee Ha-yoon was doing now.
Unlike Lee Ha-yoon, who was kneeling there all tense, this one wore a relaxed smile like a true jungle queen as she tried to push me down onto the bed.
Her tits were way bigger too, so I figured plenty of idiots must fall for that act.
But Lee Ha-yoon was different.
Unlike that slut who'd rolled around until she discovered her tastes, Lee Ha-yoon was pure.
She probably didn't even know what her own preferences were yet,
or exactly where her sensitive spots were,
and maybe she was just hooked on the word "noona," putting on this show.
Because it felt more convincing if the noona took the lead.
A flustered, inexperienced noona was less appealing than one who seemed chill and in control.
Getting pinned under her little brother, kissing and feeling it—that had to be embarrassing.
So she wanted to take charge. That much was clear from the dopey smile she flashed now, like she'd just snapped out of her sugar-high daze.
...She was cute, all things considered.
Cute enough that "noona" felt like too generous a title.
"Lie down? Right there?"
"Uh-huh..."
When I pointed at her thighs with my gaze, Lee Ha-yoon nodded hesitantly.
I could guess what she had in mind.
Give me a noona-style lap pillow,
grab my rock-hard cock like a pro noona,
tease it relentlessly with her fingertips,
then stroke my hair while watching me cum messily all over.
Because that screamed "noona" way more.
Yeah.
Lee Ha-yoon forcing the noona act was cute, sure.
"......"
Cute, sure.
But not exactly my thing.
If she actually overflowed with maternal vibes, maybe, but
Lee Ha-yoon was just a bright-eyed puppy-face with a small head that suited her ponytail perfectly, surprisingly stacked, the type who laughed easily with anyone like ha-ha-ho-ho, but with erogenous zones that were ridiculously slutty.
Second-year hero aspirant at the academy, after all.
I'd break her in bit by bit, mold her to my tastes—no way I was letting her tame me.
The one wearing the collar wouldn't be me.
I wanted to snap a collar reading [Lee Ha-yoon] around the neck of the girl kneeling for a lap pillow and yank her in.
Treat her rough until she wagged her tail and rolled over belly-up for me.
Train her proper.
"Noona."
"...Yeah?"
"Want me to turn off the light?"
"Wh-what?"
"The light. The overhead one."
"Oh, uh. Yeah, probably better to..."
I changed the subject for a sec, and she glanced at my body while answering.
Feeling her eyes, I stripped off my shirt and headed back to her after killing the lights.
Grabbing two condom packets from the computer desk drawer below.
No mood lighting or anything, but it wasn't full dark yet, so I could still see fine.
Lee Ha-yoon's chest was fully exposed since I'd stripped her earlier.
She was too busy eyeing my body after I tossed my tee aside.
And now she was tense as hell, spotting the little packet whose contents were obvious.
Maybe that's why.
Part of me wanted to ignore her protests and fuck her senseless until she passed out...
But I shelved that urge for now.
Lives weren't infinite, after all.
Right on cue, she patted her soft thighs.
"C-come lie here now. Woo-jin. On my lap."
"...And what're you gonna do once I'm down?"
"Um... something good...?"
"Something good, huh."
She scratched her cheek, embarrassed, but she knew exactly what I meant.
The only thing you could do in a lap pillow position was basic titty-fuck or handjob play.
A bit off-script for a "noona," but whatever.
I figured that was the extent of her sex knowledge and let it slide.
Breaking in an inexperienced girl was hotter anyway.
I stepped right up to her face and asked.
"What exactly were you planning to do?"
"S-something good. Something that'll feel nice..."
"Don't just repeat yourself. ...Were you gonna blow me or something?"
"Blow—?!"
I tossed out a slightly off guess on purpose, and her shoulders jerked as she fidgeted in embarrassment.
At least she knew the word for fellatio.
Passing elementary school level, more or less.
"I'm not doing that...! A-and if I did, at least after a shower..."
"So handjob it is, then?"
"Y-yeah, that... ...Yeah. With my hand..."
She mumbled softer and softer, finally barely whispering it.
Makes sense. Better the hand than her mouth, which would taste cock directly, or her precious front hole that'd lose its purity in a flash.
She'd probably only ever used it to rub her clit nonstop, never gripping and stroking anything.
Well, whatever.
Like it or not, it was good news that she wanted to do something for me.
Even if it was a handjob I hadn't asked for.
I could pretend to be thrilled,
act like it was exactly what I wanted,
accept her offer,
and toss in one thing I actually desired.
"Thanks, but it's not fair if only I get something from noona."
"Huh...?"
"So."
"...Wha......"
I pulled her hand to my pants.
My hand settled gently on her smooth thigh.
"...How about we do each other? You and me, noona."
"......"
Like it was some fair trade.
No mention of who came out ahead.
I squeezed the inside of her thigh—the spot she'd groped herself silly last night.
And whispered.
Tick, tick. A light metallic clink sounded,
followed by the pleasant rustle of leather and fabric rubbing.
Jangle, jangle. My belt hit the floor, the noise filling the one-room.
My pants pooling on the ground.
My underwear, strained to cover my cock, dropping atop them.
The creak as I settled comfortably beside Lee Ha-yoon.
Her blinking as she finally snapped out of staring at me blankly.
The rustle as she hesitantly slipped off her uniform skirt and folded it by the bed.
The wet smack of our tongues as I grabbed her chin and pulled her in without resistance.
It all drummed softly against my eardrums.
"What're you doing, noona."
Smack... Pwah... "Huh? What do you mean why...?"
"We said we'd do each other."
"......Yeah."
"So why've you been sitting there?"
"...Um, it's just..."
"...First time seeing a real one? You've peeked at mosaics a few times, right."
"I-I have seen mosaics, but..."
I kept tugging her hand back from wandering to her belly, guiding it beside my throbbing cock.
But she poked it tentatively with her fingertips, then hesitated and let her hand drop again.
As she licked my saliva from her lips, she asked.
"Is it always like this...?"
"Usually smaller. Can't walk around like this all the time."
"N-no, not that... I just wondered if all guys are... this size..."
Her emerald eyes, lit by the evening glow, fixed on my cock.
Her tiny hands would need both to barely wrap around it,
her index and thumb forming a ring wouldn't even come close,
...great for a fuckbuddy,
but a brutal monster for pounding a lover raw with desire.
Her gaze lingered there, conflicted.
"You've seen mosaics, noona."
"......Yeah."
"How's this compare?"
"......"
I whispered teasingly, and gulp—her throat bobbed.
If she hated it, she wouldn't even glance.
If embarrassed, she'd cover her eyes, tell me to dress, or whine she couldn't do it tonight.
But she kept staring, spacing out, snapping back, turning away shakily. The meaning was simple.
"It's... huge..."
She was a little interested.
Bigger than anything through a screen.
A chance to hold that beast in her own hands.
"B-but won't it hurt if I touch it...?"
"Why would it?"
"...Huh? It doesn't?"
"Does it hurt when you masturbate?"
"No, but... it's all swollen with blood..."
"......"
"If it doesn't hurt... I'll try..."
She murmured, and her hand crept toward me slowly.
Earlier, even when I pulled it, it'd flee like crazy—but that was all pretense, now approaching with eager pep.
Excitement surged at her soft fingertips on my cock again, but like earlier today, I wrapped an arm around her waist.
That time, her baggy hoodie dulled the feel, but now my forearm pressed only her smooth bare skin since I'd hiked up her chest.
No words came.
Instead, our bodies started talking.
Her hand cautiously gripped the base of my cock.
Then, thinking better, she switched to two fingers ringed tight instead of her whole palm.
Her small hand made it snug—almost tight, but bearable.
Better than too good, anyway.
I matched her, slipping my hand into her panties.
...Dealing with villains, they always had pubes, so I never thought much of it.
But the smooth mound under my fingers made me swallow.
Just naturally hairless?
Or waxed?
Razored would've felt stubbly.
Waxed recently, or fine fuzz would've sprouted.
I wondered if Lee Ji-yoon was like this too.
Imagining that frosty face hiding a bald white vista for a second.
Lee Ha-yoon, gripping my cock, started sliding her fingers up and down first.
From the flared head snagging her fingers, down the veiny shaft, to the base bubbling pre.
Squelch, squelch.
"...D-does it feel good...?"
After just a couple strokes, asking like a virgin.
So.
I.
Returned the favor.
"Ah?!"
"......"
"W-wait, Woo-jin...?!"
I ignored her panicked voice
and slowly worked the fingers I'd been probing her panties with.
How she'd masturbated,
what spots to scratch to make her moan,
what to press for her favorite high.
Her unknown weaknesses.
I knew them all already.
...While nibbling her ultra-sensitive ear with my teeth.
"Ahh... Huh...?"
Squelch, squelch.
Until her diligent stroking hand froze.
"Wha— Woo-jin, Woo-jin... Eek...?"
Until drool fell beneath her suddenly lolling head.
"Huh...? Ah......?? Ah...?"
Until she twitched her thighs, grabbed my wrist like begging to stop, like this was too weird.
"I-I'm cumming, I came, Woo-jin......"
Until her sticky fluids soaked the bed, drowning her flustered moans.
I kept fingering her.
"......, ......? ...?? ......♡...?"
The pleasure from someone else mimicking your masturbation style
was leagues beyond solo play.