Episode 64: Choi Si-joon Burned Up
Episode 64: Choi Si-joon Burned Up
Chapter 64: Choi Sijun Burned with Fury
"Really?"
I asked again, making sure she was truly confident she wouldn't go.
It was also a way of showing her how much I wanted her.
Haru gazed into my eyes for a long while before simply nodding.
Taking her nod as my cue, I scooped her up and rose from the sofa.
"Eek!"
Startled, Haru wrapped her arms and legs around me, clinging on so she wouldn't fall.
As I walked to the bedroom, I freely kneaded her ass.
"Mmh... Oppa..."
It wasn't just a simple squeeze; as my hands neared the cleft of her bottom, she clung even tighter, hugging my neck fiercely.
"Hup!"
Standing still, I moved my hand even closer to the crevice, stroking it slowly. She squeezed me even harder.
"Kgh! Haru."
Her hold was so tight I was being strangled. I patted her butt to get her to loosen up a bit.
"Hoo... I thought I was going to die."
"You started it..."
Haru freed one hand to pinch my cheek and shot me a sidelong glance. Her cheeks had turned red; she seemed embarrassed too.
I bounced her once to get a better grip, carried her into the bedroom, and laid her gently on the bed, staring intently into her eyes.
"Are you really not going to send me home?"
"Yeah."
I really wasn't going to send her home.
I planned on one, maybe two times at most, then making sure she got plenty of rest.
The option of not doing it at all... was gone.
Still, telling her that outright felt like it would disappoint her, so I said it with sincerity, as if I truly meant I wouldn't let her go.
To be honest, I really didn't want to let her go.
"Oppa, kiss me..."
Haru looked up at me with dewy eyes, craving a kiss. I immediately lowered my head and captured her lips.
"Schlop!"
Just as she was about to part her lips, I squeezed her breast, making her keep them shut. Then I slowly prodded her lips open with my tongue.
"Mmm..."
Haru didn't resist my tongue; she slowly parted her lips and accepted it.
"Schlop, slurp, schlop..."
She took my tongue, pursed her lips around it, and sucked. Then, inside her mouth, the tip of her tongue slowly touched mine.
Our tongues intertwined, our saliva mingling over them, and the slick, wet sounds filled the quiet room.
Haru's breathing was already ragged, and her fingers, intertwined with mine, squeezed tight.
Without breaking the kiss, I slid my hand down and under the hem of her clothes.
Silky-smooth skin enveloped my entire palm.
I slowly ran my hand up her body, and when I cupped the curve of her breast once more, her body arched like a bow, pressing into my embrace.
"Haa... Mmm, Oppa... wait...!"
When I stopped kissing her and pulled away, a silver thread stretched long between her lips.
"You're really sensitive today, huh?"
"I... I guess so..."
Haru looked up at me with hazy eyes, her cheeks already flushed as red as a ripe apple.
She was so utterly lovely that I placed quick kisses on the bridge of her nose and her eyelids.
I squeezed her breast again, and Haru tossed her head back with a moaning sigh.
I pulled her t-shirt up over her head in one swift motion.
Her pale skin, delicate shoulders, and her large breasts—so strikingly large on her slight frame—gleamed dazzlingly in the sunlight streaming through the window.
She tried to cover her chest with her arms, embarrassed, but I gently grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the bed.
"Don't cover up. You're beautiful; I want to keep looking at you."
"It's embarrassing... Can't you close the curtains?"
"No. I'm going to watch every single expression you make, without missing a thing."
At my firm answer, Haru bit her lip and turned her head to the side.
But there was no sign of refusal.
In fact, she flinched everywhere I touched, writhing as if craving more stimulation.
I devoured her lips again as my hand reached down, unbuckled her pants, and unzipped them.
As my hand slid between her legs, a blast of cold air from the air conditioner rushed in. But that air was immediately warmed by the heat radiating from Haru.
The curve of her underwear was already sopping wet.
The damp sensation on my fingertips paralyzed my reason.
"Haru, you're already this wet."
"Ah, aah... I dunno... it's because you were touching me weird..."
She whispered in a reproachful tone, but when my fingers slipped inside her underwear, she lifted her hips slightly, opening the way. My fingers slid into the tight, hot crevice.
"Hnng! Ah, Oppa...!"
Haru's moans shot up an octave.
My fingers slowly navigated through the soft inner flesh, pushing deeper inside.
Haru clutched my shoulders tightly and gasped for breath.
"Hoo, Haru, relax..."
"Th... that's... Hnngg!!!"
As always, her pussy clamped down on my fingers as if trying to devour them.
The sensation of it gripping me, as if begging me not to leave, made my dick feel heavy.
I moved the fingers lodged inside her while slowly touching her ear with my other hand. Then I whispered low into her ear.
"You absolutely can't go tonight. No matter how much you beg, I won't let you leave."
"Okay... I won't go... I want to stay with you... Please, m-more... do it more..."
At her pleading confession, the instinct I'd been holding back erupted.
I lowered my lips to bite deeply into her nape, about to leave a mark, but I came to my senses and immediately pulled away.
Luckily, it didn't leave a big mark, so it didn't seem like it would scar.
"Phew..."
As I breathed a sigh of relief, Haru burst into loud laughter.
"Haha, hup! Haa! Hnng! Hahaha! Heh heh!"
Laughing, she moved, and with my fingers still inside her, weird sounds mixed with her laughter.
The sight was so funny I also let out a chuckle. I pulled my fingers out of her, kissed her lips, and we just snorted and laughed together.
"Mwah! Schlurrp, schlop. Hehe."
"You okay now?"
"Yeah, it stopped. Kinda embarrassing..."
"It's fine. You were cute."
"Heehee."
I'd heard she'd been hanging out with Nara a lot lately—she laughed just like Nara and pulled me, burrowing into my arms.
"Haru."
"Hmm? Eek!"
I flipped us over, holding her tight so I was on the bottom. Haru smiled meaningfully down at me.
"Oppa."
"Yeah?"
"I'm really not leaving."
"What are you talking about?"
"Brace yourself tonight, Oppa."
Haru was sharp. She must have figured out that I was planning to finish quickly out of consideration for her.
Just as I was about to say something, she noticed and leaned down to steal my lips.
"Schlop, slurrp, schlooorp. I love you, Choi Sijun."
"I love you too, Haru."
Lately, Haru would randomly call me by my full name. She always gets embarrassed after, but it makes me feel like we've gotten closer, so I'm happy about it.
Haru slowly moved down, kissing my neck and chest.
"Shlup, ssuum."
"Ah!"
"Sorry! Did that hurt?"
"It's fine."
She'd sucked my nipple too hard, and I accidentally cried out while hugging her tighter. So this is what girls mean when they react to having their chest sucked... I'd never realized it was an instinctive reaction until now.
"Men don't produce milk, Haru..."
I cracked a joke to get across that I was really okay.
Pfft.
Haru snorted at my joke and started her caresses again.
"Schlop, slurrp, sssoop, sssoop. There, done."
Apparently satisfied with the mark she'd left, Haru smiled brightly and stroked the spot with her hand.
"Isn't that a bit too strong, Ms. Park Haru?"
"You think so? It might bruise..."
"If it hurts, you're responsible..."
"You should be the one taking responsibility, Oppa."
She stuck her tongue out playfully at me, then plunged that same tongue right into my navel and wiggled it around.
"..."
I almost let out another sound but clenched my jaw and held it in. I'd grown somewhat accustomed to other kinds of stimulation, but even after all these years, the feeling in my belly button was something I could never get used to.
"Where did you learn that?"
It felt like the first time Haru had stimulated my navel, so I cupped her cheeks and lifted her head to ask.
"What if I don't want to answer?"
She pursed her lips like a goldfish and hemmed and hawed.
"Uh, no... it's not that..."
I sighed and just said what I'd been suspecting.
"It was Eunhwi Nuna, wasn't it?"
"!!!..."
As if I'd hit the nail on the head, her already large eyes suddenly grew even wider with shock as she stared at me.
Haru shut her mouth and just nodded. Then she looked at me as if asking how I knew.
"Ha, that perverted Nuna... sticking her tongue inside a belly button is a trick only she would pull, Haru..."
Sometimes Sieun Nuna did it too, but it was only ever a light lick at most. She never stuck it in and swirled it around like Haru just did.
"Why? Did you hate it?"
Haru looked at me with worried eyes. I briefly considered lying—she'd probably keep doing it if she knew the effect it had on me—but I decided to confess. Besides, I didn't hate it... I found myself wondering, 'Is my belly button an erogenous zone?'
"No, it's just... way too intense..."
Haru beamed at my words, lifted her head higher, and slipped free from my grasp.
Then she reached down, slipped her hand into my pants to caress my cock, and with her tongue, stimulated my belly button once more.
"Haa..."
The double stimulation meant I couldn't hold back the sound this time.
Right now, all I could do was try my best to keep quiet while accepting Haru's caresses, and think solely of my vengeance against Ji Eunhwi.
'Brace yourself, Ji Eunhwi... Next time, I'm actually going to kill you...'
I felt guilty thinking about another woman while Haru was right in front of me, but my desire for revenge against Ji Eunhwi burned with a furious passion.