Episode 45: Park Ha-ru Is Afraid of Ji Eun-hwi?!

45 Park Haru Is Afraid of Ji Eunhwi?!

The desires I'd suppressed surged back.

This time, instead ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of pushing them down, I decided to surrender to them.

"Mmmph! Ah, slurp, mwah, mwah... mm, slurp, mwah..."

"Hah... Haru."

"Mmm, slurp..."

While we kissed, I slowly lowered my hands and untied the sash of Haru's robe.

"Ah!"

As the sash loosened, the robe began to slip, and Haru tried to gather it closed with her hands.

"Don't cover up."

"O-okay..."

She flinched at my words, then obediently lowered her hands. I took hold of the loosened robe and carefully parted it to the sides.

"..."

Flawless white skin, a slender waist, and a chest far too full for her frame.

Haru always wore oversized clothes that hid her figure, so I'd only caught glimpses during our date. But now that I'd undressed her, it was far more staggering.

"Fuuh..."

"Wh-why? What's wrong?"

When I just stayed still, she looked up at me and called my name in a trembling voice.

"You're just too beautiful."

"..."

At my words, Haru's face instantly flushed bright red.

"Th-that's embarrassing..."

"Why cover up."

She'd already forgotten my instruction not to hide herself, quickly bringing both hands together to cover her chest.

"Hands up."

At my command, she unclasped her hands from the robe and raised them in a timid surrender pose.

Her breasts, barely veiled by the thin robe, were somehow more arousing than if they had been fully exposed.

"Fuuh..."

I bowed my head and pressed a kiss to her forehead, then one to her nose.

Then, with our noses touching and our eyes meeting, we both broke into soft smiles.

Gazing at Haru's face, I slowly reached down and rested my hand on her mound.

"Ah..."

I'd barely rested it there, but her reaction was anything but subtle. Still, I couldn't be sure. Was it the mood and tension making her like this, or was she genuinely sensitive?

Everyone's different, or so I'd read in some random post somewhere — that most women can't get off from their breasts alone. Though, of course, the two noonas certainly could.

I lifted my hand just slightly, letting my fingertips hover — barely brushing, teasing — as I slowly traced the curve of her breast.

"Ahh... that tickles... mwah, mwah..."

She whined that it tickled and tried to wriggle free from my touch, so I leaned down and sealed my lips over hers, pinning her body in place.

"Mmmph, ah! Mwah, slurp... Oppa..."

The word "oppa" — it was already intensely arousing when the noonas called me that, but hearing it from Haru hit me in a completely different way.

"Pwah~ haah... haah... Ahh!"

I pulled my lips away for a moment, and while Haru caught her breath, I took her nipple between my fingers and gently rolled it.

"Hii! Hih! Mmnn... ♥"

I'd been around the block plenty of times, but my experience with women was limited to the two noonas. Even so, watching Haru's reactions, I could state with confidence: she was something else.

"Haru, you're a pervert. Getting off from just your chest."

"I-I'm not a pervert!"

It was childish banter, but if there was one thing sex with the noonas had taught me, it was that the more juvenile the talk, the more arousing it became.

As I kept teasing her, calling her a pervert, Haru finally caved and admitted it.

"Hnn... F-fine... Please, do whatever you want with pervert Haru's boobs."

But even while admitting it, Haru still managed to say exactly what she wanted to say. Which only made it that much more arousing.

And the way she referred to herself in the third person — it was unexpectedly so cute that I just wrapped my arms around her and held her tight.

"Ahh... Oppa, you're so mean... always teasing Haru, calling her a pervert..."

"Sorry, sorry. I couldn't help it — you're too adorable."

"B-but... I really meant it, you know. About doing whatever you want with Haru's boobs."

Once again, Haru was setting a man's desires ablaze.

The thread of my self-control nearly snapped, but I fought to hold onto it, reminding myself to take things slow. Slow and steady.

This time, I kissed my way downward.

Once on her cheek, once on her neck. I wanted to leave a mark there — proof on her neck that she was mine — but Haru was an actress too, so I held back.

Instead, I satisfied myself by lightly licking her neck just once.

"Mmmn!!"

As I ran my tongue along her neck, a fleeting thought crossed my mind: Wait, am I the pervert here? But honestly, in this moment, being a pervert felt perfectly fine.

And since I was already embracing the role, I figured I might as well go all the way with it.

I moved down to her collarbone and kissed it once, then crossed to the other side and kissed it once more.

"Ahh... mmn... hnn... haa..."

Every time my lips touched her, Haru's moans rang out — more than enough to keep fueling the fire of my lust.

I pushed the shower robe fully aside and buried my nose between her luscious breasts, breathing in the scent of her skin.

"Mmm... sniff..."

"Oppa, does Haru smell good?"

She could easily have squirmed away from the ticklish sensation, but our dear Park Haru instead wrapped her arms around my head, as if she wanted me to breathe her in even more.

A sweet fragrance, different from the two noonas.

Once I'd grown somewhat accustomed to her scent, I extended my tongue and began lightly licking the valley between her breasts.

"Ah! R-right there...!"

Her skin was so impossibly soft that I almost questioned whether my tongue was even worthy of touching it.

Finally, the intense reaction I had been anticipating came. She was so slim that I could practically feel her ribs against my tongue.

And then I began the act that would prove, once and for all, that I was a pervert.

"Smooch, smooch..."

I parted her breasts to the sides and, in a place normally hidden from anyone's view, left a mark declaring that she was mine.

"Hahh... hahh... hahh..."

She ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠must have been holding her breath the entire time I was marking her, because Haru was now breathing in harsh, ragged gasps.

I lifted myself up and gave her a light kiss on her desperately gasping lips, then lowered myself back down and this time took her lush breast into my mouth.

"Hahh!"

I'd simply taken it into my mouth, and yet the reaction was explosive.

I moved my tongue inside my mouth, slowly circling it around her nipple.

"Mmn... haa... hih..."

I swirled my tongue until it started to go numb, and then — with my other hand gripping her opposite nipple and applying pressure — I sucked hard on the nipple inside my mouth.

"Mmmnn!!!"

Just as expected, a powerful reaction followed.

"Hahh... hic! Hahh... hih... hic..."

She was so startled she'd gotten the hiccups, so I pulled Haru into my arms.

"Hahh... hahh... Oppa..."

"Haru."

It felt maybe a little too soon, and I still wasn't entirely sure of my own heart, but I decided to just spit out the words that were lingering on my tongue.

"I love you, Haru."

"..."

Haru, who had been holding me in that awkward position where our most private places were nearly touching, went completely still.

"F-for real?"

It was just a single word, but I could hear the moisture in Haru's voice.

And sure enough, tears were welling up in her eyes.

"Why are you crying?"

"B-because I'm happy... so, so happy."

"And your answer?"

"I love you too, Oppa."

With her eyes still glistening, Haru confessed her love and then tilted her head up to kiss me.

"Mwah, slurp, mwah... I... love... you..."

She must have been so overjoyed by those words, because she kept saying "I love you" even while we kissed. Not to be outdone, I returned every one, telling her I loved her too.

I gently pulled her away — she was still craving more kisses — and moved back down, skipping past her breasts to press several kisses across her stomach.

She was so slender and her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠waist so narrow that I couldn't lavish it with as many kisses as I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠wished, which was a bit of a shame. For the finale, I placed one deep, lingering kiss on her navel.

"Ahhnn!"

While I had been kissing her stomach, my hand had been slowly teasing her inner thighs and the area around her pussy, and by the time my lips arrived, she was already thoroughly wet.

"You really are a pervert, aren't you, Haru?"

"Eh?"

"I haven't even touched you here, but you're this soaked already."

"Eeh?"

I wasn't sure exactly what had pushed her buttons, but she was completely spaced out.

"Haru."

"Mm?"

"Did you... shave?"

"N-no... it just doesn't... grow..."

The skin down there was as smooth and bare as the rest of her body, so I'd assumed she had shaved it all off like I did. When she answered that it simply didn't grow, I was briefly caught off guard.

According to Succubus Ji Eunhwi, even people who grow practically no body hair will still have at least a little. If she ever found out that Haru was someone who grew literally none... I had no idea what she might do.

"Haru."

I called her name seriously, though she still hadn't quite regained her senses.

"Mm?"

"Don't tell Eunhwi-nuna about this."

"About what?"

"About the hair not growing down there. If you do... I have no idea what she'll do to you. I'm telling you this for your own good."

"Eep... o-okay, I understand."

When I spoke with such gravity, Haru's expression grew a little fearful too, and she nodded her head as she answered.

The mood had cracked slightly, but my hand was still roaming around Haru's pussy, so it remained slick and wet.

I pressed a light kiss to her waiting pussy.

"Smooch."

A strange sound escaped — she must have been wetter than I'd thought — but this wasn't the time to dwell on it.

"Mmn!"

I slowly massaged the muscles around her pussy while my mouth teased and stimulated her.

"Ah! Hih! Hah!"

"Ahn ♥ ahn... ahnn... Oppa, it feels weirdddd!!"

I'd been waiting for the moment — as time passed — when Haru's moans would change. She grabbed my head and tried to push me away, but I resisted, slipping just the tip of my tongue inside and sucking hard on her clit.

"Hih! O-oppa! Oppaaa!! Stop, stooop!!"

Squirt, squirt, squirrrrt!

"Hahh... hahh ♥ hic ♥ I... I told you to stooop..."

Embarrassed that she had squirted, she covered her eyes with her arm. Even so, her hips kept twitching as she continued to release.

I took off the robe I was wearing and wiped the moisture from my face.

Then, rubbing the tip of my cock against her pussy, I looked at Haru.

She seemed to know that this was only just the beginning. Even as she was still panting for breath, she swallowed hard and looked back at me.

"Haru."

"Hahh... mm-hmm."

I waited for a moment while Haru steadied her breathing, gently stroking her hair. And once her breath had returned, I spoke.

"Once I start, I won't be able to stop. Are we really doing this?"

"Mm... start. Please... make me a woman."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I want to be your woman. Only yours."

The words I'd never been able to ask the others — "Whose woman are you?" — because it felt too juvenile, came out through Haru instead.

"I'll go slow."

"Mm."

I leaned my upper body forward, kept my eyes locked on Haru's, and slowly pushed my hips forward.

Squish...

"Ahh!!"

I'd only advanced the slightest bit, but the sound she made was less a moan and more a cry of pain.

I waited for Haru's pain to subside, watching her eyes, then pushed forward a little more.

Squeeeak...

"Hah! Nngh!!"

Still in pain, she squeezed her eyes shut and clamped her hands tightly onto my back.

Watching Haru's reactions like this had its appeal, but I'd rather she feel pleasure than pain.

"Haru."

"Hnn... hnn... yeah?"

"I'll do it all at once."

"Okay... please..."

She must have decided that one big moment of pain was better than drawn-out, shallow suffering, because Haru nodded in agreement, her face still scrunched up.