Chapter 15
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 15
Chapter Title: Don't Try to Crawl Up
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"St, still..."
"Suddenly getting cold feet?"
No way. She'd jerk off with my stuff whenever she felt like it, and now she's acting all shy? What the hell.
Just as those thoughts crossed my mind, something totally different from what I'd expected came out of Marren's mouth.
"Getting married suddenly here... that feels a bit off... you know..."
"...? What the fuck are you talking about?"
Marriage? Out of nowhere? Here?
My expression must've looked utterly baffled because Marren's eyes turned serious, like she needed to explain herself properly, and she kept going.
"I mean, that's something you do with someone you love, right...? I do... like Geon-ho and all... but I wanna start as friends and get to know each other step by step..."
"You're openly masturbating in front of me and now you're saying...?"
This girl was way outside the realm of normal common sense.
But listening to her, it wasn't entirely wrong—hell, it was weirdly convincing, which made it even funnier.
"Then let's just do it."
"Do what?"
"Love."
I never thought I'd utter that cringey word— the kind that makes your toes curl and your limbs want to detach—out loud myself.
The vibe suddenly felt like some early-2000s internet novel, which was mortifying, but I had no choice.
Even as a wastrel son, pouncing on her out of the blue would've been the worst move.
What I wanted was just the wastrel facade—not to actually become one, rampaging around and being a total nuisance.
So I decided to take a moment to persuade her.
"L-Love...?!"
Marren jumped at the word itself, but I figured she was more shocked that I'd said it.
"Honestly, what you're doing is a nuisance. You gonna keep stealing my stuff every time you wanna get off? That's not it."
Wouldn't it be better to just do it with me outright—or at least save up and go for it properly?
As I continued, I slowly approached Marren.
Her pink eyes sparkled up at me, then followed my hand downward.
"It's just about getting comfortable with each other. And doing it won't change much anyway."
Chest, stomach, waist, thighs, and everything in between.
The lower my gaze went, the more her eyes grew misty—not from tears or sadness, but from raw lust. It was quite the sight.
"Maybe this is just the 'getting to know you' phase. Before love... like how you took my clothes, now I'm getting to know you."
Get it?
"Just relax and think easy about it, Marren. We're partners anyway—that means we'll be together for a good long time."
So doing this now? Not that weird.
The simple way to handle someone outside normal common sense is to step outside it yourself.
I spoke in a way far from ordinary small talk and slowly slid my fingers into Marren's pussy.
Squelch.
"Hnnng...!"
The wet sound echoed raw and real, warming up the chilly waiting room.
The cheers from outside vanished in an instant under one moan from her, the heat of victory in my head replaced by something entirely different.
This wasn't love, but it could become love anytime. We'd be together a long time, and love doesn't happen overnight.
No need for words to convey that. I let my body do the talking—cautious yet bold, without hesitation.
Skin to skin, emotions through touch. Intentions in my breath.
"Sl-slowlyyy..."
"More here?"
"Y-yeah... it's cold."
Marren's body was burning hot, while mine still held the chill from outside.
Like a snake shedding its skin, I smoothly stripped off my clothes and slowly overlapped our bodies.
The waiting room had just a few cabinets and a long leather sofa between them.
That was plenty. Anywhere with space for two bodies to lie down would've worked.
"We can get to know each other like this, huh..."
"Yeah, not that weird desk-corner masturbation crap."
"I was only ever curious about you anyway, Geon-ho..."
"Thanks for the interest."
As I spoke, I gently laid Marren down on the sofa.
She'd plopped down in shock to masturbate earlier, but now, cradled in my arms, she was meek as a little animal, perfectly obedient.
'Feels like she's imprinted on me.'
Like a chick seeing the first person after hatching and taking them as its guardian.
She'd caught me during her masturbation session, got some attention, a few interactions later, and now she was all focused on me.
Good or bad in the long run? No clue yet. But short-term—for right now—it was definitely a win for me.
Squelch, squelch...
I'd never seen more than two knuckles of her fingers go in when she masturbated.
Probably scared to go deeper, or maybe that was all the thrill she'd ever known.
Now that we were doing this, stopping at that felt like such a waste.
Squelch.
"Hiiik... de-deep... uh... ah?"
Marren's eyes went wide like a startled rabbit, her hips trembling at the sudden intrusion.
Makes sense—after only her delicate little fingers, this thickness and length would shock anyone.
"Haa... haa..."
She panted lewd moans and gripped my wrist tight with both hands as it plunged into her pussy.
Not trying to pull it out.
"N-not thereee..."
Instead, she was joystick-ing my hand, guiding it to exactly where she wanted.
Bonus: twisting her body carefully, like wings sprouting from her waist.
"If you're like this already, what're we gonna do? We were gonna do something even better here."
"E-even better...?"
She froze her wriggling hips at my words and looked straight up at me.
Pure innocence, like she'd heard there was sweeter candy.
Shocking that all that purity funneled straight into lust.
"Yeah, even better. That's why we're doing this now, right?"
"What's 'this,' and what's the better one...? Can't we just do it quick...?"
I'd explained it all earlier, but now she acted like it was brand new. Tricky to respond.
It was like...
'Dealing with a different person.'
Looking at her with that in mind, subtle differences started popping out.
Her pink eyes were deepening, tinting red bit by bit. Her hair tips too.
And the vibe had shifted.
Before, she seemed like a girl with some sense. Now? A sheltered princess.
Pure, simple— the type to believe a crow is white if you told her.
I wanted to figure out exactly what was going on, but my body wouldn't let me.
"Yeah, let's just do it."
Unfamiliar sensations flooded in, instinct overriding reason.
My body moved purely on impulse, cold logic be damned.
"This is kinda embarrassing..."
That was Marren's line the moment her bare lower half was exposed, legs spread, pussy on full display.
So nothing before was embarrassing? Where was the act, and where was the real her?
Or maybe the person had changed.
"You'll get used to it. We'll be doing this from now on anyway."
"We'll... keep doing this...?"
"Yeah, we're stuck together."
That's what partners are.
I cut my words short there and rubbed my glans against her pussy for insertion.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
Her pussy winked open and closed, nibbling at the tip while slowly leaking juices.
Marren stared at me with innocent eyes, like when are you gonna do it? Hurry up.
I lost the last thread of reason and thrust in all the way in one go.
"Kyaa... agh... uh... hnnng..."
Marren didn't scream in pain or moan loudly.
"So this is it... us being connected..."
Proof we're slowly getting closer.
She said that with a deep smile.
"Doesn't this make us even closer...?"
Her long legs stretched out, wrapping my waist and pulling our bodies tight.
Her soft arm snaked up beside my face, yanking my head back by the hair and burying it in her cleavage.
And then—an addictive scent hit my nose hard.
'Huh?'
By the time I snapped to, the aroma enveloped my whole body. Looking up at her curiously, Marren smirked darkly.
"Maybe this is love. Or maybe even this—us connecting like this, getting to know each other—is love."
The innocent fool now whispered to me with a lust-drenched face and eyes melted in love.
Sensation of sinking into inescapable quicksand.
'Everyone's got their circumstances.'
But I'd factored that in, so no big deal.
I'd been going easy thinking she was a virgin, but this? Unacceptable.
"Still, looks like you need some education."
"Nh... hnnng... ungh... aaang...!"
Even buried to the hilt, certain positions let you go deeper.
I twisted my hips, shoving every last inch into her pussy, then slowly stroked her hair.
"I'll teach you how to get close my way from now on."
Don't try to crawl up.