Chapter 74
Chapter 74
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 74
Chapter Title: Teach Me (3)
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"Gasp..."
People had gone into the bathroom...!
Two of them, even.
Han Su-ah, seated by the cafe window and slurping noisily at her coffee, watched with eyes glittering half in worry, half in curiosity.
Did they get caught?
What if those people figured it out? What if they called the cops?
Would they get arrested?
She didn't know for sure, but it felt just like reading a comic book in real life.
Han Su-ah bit down hard on the straw between her lips and stared endlessly at the bathroom entrance.
...Not that she was interested in anything lewd or anything.
She was just worried about her friend.
"......"
Clutching that excuse tightly to herself.
She stared intently at the men's bathroom entrance.
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Does he know this is my first kiss?
"Mmph... Slurp... Bleh..."
The jingling of two belts from behind.
With just one door between us and them, Seo Woo-jin and I tangled our tongues in a sloppy mess.
Don't, I tried to say.
Stop,
I tried to shake my head no in front of Seo Woo-jin, but it was pointless.
My hair.
He had it gripped tight and wouldn't let go.
Like lovers? Bullshit.
Like sex partners? Bullshit.
Just,
like rape, forcing his tongue into mine.
Even as I pinched and squeezed his forearm,
his tongue kept sticking to mine, which could only hang there limply with my mouth wide open.
...So,
I had no idea what to do.
"Go piss next to the boss! Why're you dropping your pants right next to me?"
"It's small, so what?"
"Your mom."
One thing was for damn sure, though: I absolutely, positively could not let on that I liked it.
If I did, he'd figure out why I'd been growling at him all this time, right?
So even in the middle of this kiss, I had to resist him fiercely...
...Should I spit in his mouth, then?
No, I'd be even lower than him if I spat into Seo Woo-jin's mouth.
Slap his cheek?
No, those two idiots outside still hadn't left.
The sound would carry.
I couldn't do a damn thing like this.
I was just a meek little lamb getting kissed.
...He'd see right through my heart.
For a moment, I clutched at Seo Woo-jin's collar and trembled.
In the end, I only had one choice.
"You eating dinner before heading back?"
"Planning to."
"That spicy stir-fried chicken place up ahead was pretty good..."
"......"
"......"
Until those bastards left.
I'd bite down on the tip of Seo Woo-jin's tongue...
And hold it tight.
The door clunked shut with a rattle.
At the same moment, Seo Woo-jin pulled out our saliva-slick tongues with a peek and asked me,
"...What're you doing? That hurt."
"...Didn't wanna kiss a pervert like you."
"So you bit down hard enough to draw blood?"
"...What am I supposed to do? You can heal it."
"I can still feel the pain, you know."
"......"
Honestly, it wasn't bad.
Deep down, I wanted to be devoured even more, but this was more than passable.
But as I glared ferociously at Seo Woo-jin's face in response, a strange smile bloomed on his lips.
...Looks like he liked my answer.
Liked it enough to want to fuck me senseless as punishment.
"Guess that means no shoving my dick in your mouth like last time. You'd bite it off."
"......"
"Then..."
The cramped bathroom stall grew hotter and hotter.
Beneath my soft, squishy thighs.
Feeling his massive cock twitching, trapped in his pants,
I glared at Seo Woo-jin.
"Take 'em off."
"...W-what...?"
I'd figured he'd make me do something like paizuri again,
but such a blatant order?
I hadn't seen that coming.
"Take 'em off. There's a shelf next to you for your clothes, or you could use that bag with the comics in it?"
"...T-that's not the issue, you bastard...!"
"What's the issue, then?"
"...I'm already topless, so telling me to strip means... you wanna... f-fuck... fuck me...?"
"Yeah."
"......"
"Wanna fuck? Strip."
"......"
Of course, I'd fantasized plenty about losing my virginity in a place like this...
A rattling subway car.
A molester starting to grope my body.
Is he a real man today? Dreaming that, I get off midway and lure him to a deserted bathroom.
There, rape.
Sloppy, violent rape.
The kind so loud and noisy that approaching footsteps hesitate and retreat.
The irresponsible sounds of spurt, splurt as he creampies me.
Then, my head grabbed, throat fucked to clean him thoroughly against my will.
It was a fantasy I'd gotten off to countless times, sprawled on my towel-covered bed masturbating.
But now that it was becoming reality,
I couldn't make a mean face.
I had to glare at Seo Woo-jin like I wanted to kill him,
...but I was too happy.
The venom kept draining from my eyes.
"Want me to do it for you?"
"...Piss off. If I'm stripping, I'll do it myself..."
Straddling Seo Woo-jin, I shrugged off my hoodie zip-up and tossed it to the bathroom floor.
It felt more like getting raped than neatly folding it on the paper bag.
I considered ditching the uniform blouse too, but stopped myself.
It was academy uniform, but not that different from high school stuff.
...It'd give a bit of that Korean schoolgirl vibe.
Instead, I tossed my skirt to the floor and stood over Seo Woo-jin's thighs, bracing lightly against the door.
...So he could flip my panties aside and slam right in.
Docilely.
"...Do whatever you want now, you fucker..."
"Saying it like that makes me not wanna."
"...Hah... ...Fucking hell."
"Watch the swearing. I like girls who don't curse."
"Fuck, why do I gotta match your tastes?"
"Don't wanna?"
I glanced back, and Seo Woo-jin was lightly waving my phone.
"......"
"Don't wanna? Yojora."
"You... evil bastard..."
"...Good. Better than before."
Whatever, even if that photo got to bear-like Namho, it'd just end up as his jerk-off material at best...
But fake relationships need plausible excuses.
Treating it like my fatal weakness, I tucked my tail submissively and waited for Seo Woo-jin.
"......"
A rustle from the toilet as he stood.
Click-click, unbuckling his belt.
Ziiiip, zipper down.
Something hot and hard thwacked against my ass...
His fully erect massive cock.
A dangerous thing with no condom or safety net.
I waited obediently.
"...Condom?"
"I'll pull out."
How the hell was he gonna clean up, then?
The thought crossed my mind, but I didn't ask.
...Scared he wouldn't fuck me.
"...And then irresponsibly creampie me full..."
"I don't do risky shit. Don't wanna make a life I'd have to take responsibility for."
"...Shameless prick."
"If you really want it, I can make you pop some birth control first."
"Not taking it. Ever."
"Keep acting tough, and what if I change my mind and flood your womb?"
What if?
Your cum bloating my uterus would make me cum my brains out.
...Since I still vividly remembered how much he shot in my mouth last time.
Imagining that in my belly...
I'm sorry.
Sorry for trying to rape you when I'm just a lowly bitch.
So please, no more cum...
I'd whine like that, no doubt.
Drooling pathetically on the floor,
grunt, grunt.
But my lips said,
"...No way I'd get pregnant from trash seed like yours."
"Yeah?"
No scientific basis whatsoever,
purely selfish on my part,
"...Try creampieing me once. ...Pffft."
"...Must not be long since your last period."
"Who knows? Not telling."
I spouted idiotic nonsense.
Like I was begging for a creampie.
...If I were a guy, I'd totally think that.
Seo Woo-jin, though...
Didn't seem to buy it.
"Whatever. Don't wanna risk it anyway."
"......"
"Lift your ass a bit more? Gotta loosen you up plenty before I go in."
"......"
Tap, tap, Seo Woo-jin's palm lightly patted my ass.
Far too gentle to call it a spank,
like petting a beloved pet.
Just that much teasing had me feeling it, biting my lower lip,
lifting my ass higher as he said,
and draping my pure white panties over my cheeks myself.
...Exposing my pretty pink rear hole.
My smooth pussy, shaved meticulously in hopes of getting wrecked someday.
All for Seo Woo-jin to see.
Ready anytime for
thud,
thud,
his monster cock to pound in.
"...Why do you still have a hymen? Doesn't suit you."
"Shut up....... Ngh...!"
Poke, Seo Woo-jin's finger prodded in,
spreading my pussy lips sideways for inspection.
"Japan's different from Korea on this stuff. Girls get called worthless if they don't lose it young."
"That's just... teasing 'cause it's ugly..."
"Ah. That vibe."
"Nghk...!"
"Beating around the bush, huh. Saying your face means you still can't lose it."
"Hic.... Hic...!"
Like it was okay to ruin it with his finger,
my hymen that I'd only pressed on during masturbation, never crossed,
now touchable with his trimmed nail.
"...Pretty faces can lose their virginity anytime they wa...nt..."
"You?"
"...Me?"
"You too, like some sports club senior. Your body's hot enough to hook pervy types..."
"......Nghk?! Ngh...?!"
"Why're you still a virgin?"
The guy who'd been toying with my hymen like a child,
now slid his finger lower, slowly,
not childlike at all,
in the way I liked,
...exactly how I touched my clit every night in bed,
ready to punish it.
"...Haven't met... my fated, red, ngh.... red thread yet... ...Why?"
"Fated? Drunkard like you's got a romantic side."
"Can't I like that stuff? You think I'm some 30s granny or— ...Heek?! Hey, stop, that, stop...!"
"......"
"...D-don't lick my clit with your tongue...! Feels... weird..."
"......"
The tongue that had been in my mouth moments ago
now pressed firm against my clit, slick with my juices,
until my thighs shook violently,
until I was forehead against the door, screaming moans unfit for a men's room,
punishing my clit.
...Just like that.
"Hoo..."
"...Hee... Heh... Heh..."
Kicking my heels up and down,
letting me climax so nicely.
"...Ah, fuck..."
"Hng... Ngh...!"
Seo Woo-jin, standing behind me as I drooled rivers from the tip of my tongue already,
gripped my hips tight above my ass, fixing my awkward first-time stance,
and against the rock-hard, sopping wet,
cramped crevice,
...something straight out of fiction,
thrust his huge cock in firmly.
So I could etch the pain of deflowering into my mind.
...So I could etch how good sex feels into my mind.
With my panties pulled aside myself, my waist shivered at the rigid sensation filling my belly without gaps.
"...I get you're feeling good, but stop squeezing so much. Hard to thrust deeper."
"Not... feeling good, don't flatter yourself, you trash...!"
...I told you, Baek Seo-yeon.
The red thread of fate.
It really exists...