Chapter 20
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 20
Chapter Title: Choi Hyun-ah (7)
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"You still living here?"
"Yeah. No money to move, anyway."
"I think this was your place back in elementary school too..."
Did she come over to my house back then? Kinda rings a bell.
"So? Wanna reminisce or something?"
"...No, not that."
Hyun-ah and I had drifted too far for nostalgia trips. It was a shame we'd gone from playdate buddies to this, but that's how time works.
What a shame, my ass. You think you'd have ever gotten laid with her in your lifetime? Be grateful for now, you monkey bastard.
True. I probably never would've even held her hand. Guess this is better.
*Ring.* As I punched in the code, Hyun-ah slipped inside quick, like someone might spot her. She was so tall and eye-catching, we'd walked separately from school to avoid attention.
"Whoa, in that big a hurry?"
"Sh-Shut up. Can't have anyone see..."
"Why? You're just here to check the computer. What's the big deal?"
"...Your place is clean. You don't come home much?"
Obvious subject change, but it was cute, so I played along.
"Cleaned yesterday."
Well, not me—Hye-jin noona did it.
"Hah, cleaned 'cause I was coming over?"
Hyun-ah smirked faintly. ...Her thoughts were transparent. How does she set with that poker face? On the court, she's stone-cold commander material.
"Wasn't me."
"Yeah, figures. Boot up the computer."
I turned it on, and Hyun-ah poked around my folders, hunting for pics of herself. After a bit with no luck, she snapped.
"Hey. Guest shows up, and you don't even offer water? Got nothing to drink?"
Hmm? Hye-jin noona bought stuff yesterday. Fridge check: orange juice.
"Yo, orange juice cool? Just water or this."
"Orange juice? Eh, fruit drinks aren't great."
"Picky at someone else's house."
I poured water, headed to Hyun-ah at the desk. No thanks—she just sipped and dove back in. Passion for a fool's errand. Outfit screamed intent, but starting the convo? Too shy.
"Hey, June's coming—getting hot. AC on?"
"Yeah, sure."
I plopped on the sofa, ditched my pants. Hoodie and boxers. My dick outlined clear through. Fired up porn on my phone, waited for her glance back. Moans rose, I hardened—Hyun-ah turned, sensing weirdness.
"Hey, whatcha— Hey! Why're you naked?! Crazy? What's that noise?!"
She bolted from the chair to me.
"What? My house, my rules. I always watch porn at home. Can't jerk off in the dorm."
"Y-You...! Why so bold?!"
"C'mon, between us. We've seen it all."
I eyed my bulge; her gaze followed. *Gulp.* Her swallow echoed. So predictable.
"Th-That vid. Not mine, right? Gotta check."
She leaned in for my phone. Shampoo scent from her long hair tickled my nose. Fuck, can't hold back.
Squish. Breast feel through her clothes.
"Wh-What, ahng."
Squeezed firmer—her sharp tone melted to sexy moan.
"Knew it wasn't you. So why approach a guy watching porn?"
"You bastard. Hands off?"
"Please. You love it."
Like I said, she glared tough but eyes locked on my dick.
"Hey. Truth time. Why'd you really come?"
"T-Told you. To check for my vid, ahng, that's it."
"Too into it for that. Cute outfit too."
"I-I always dress like thi—"
Tease. I stopped kneading her chest.
"Huh?"
Stood, stripped hoodie and boxers, stood nude before her. Face flushed, flustered—eyes glued to my dick.
"Why'd you come."
*Slap.*
"Huh? Speak."
*Slap.* Approached, dick to her cheek—no words. One more— she reacted.
"Stop, stop!"
Yelled, hands up—grabbed my dick. Her toned grip sparked precum. Her blush deepened, obvious.
"Ugh, you...!"
"Hate it? Yet gripping tight."
I pressed; she held firm, no resistance.
"Bastard. Knew you'd pull this."
"Knew and came? Looks like I'm forcing you."
"...You're trash."
Said it, but didn't block. My dick touched her lips.
*Press, press.* Nudged her clamped mouth; gap widened. Tip past teeth to soft tongue—quick.
"Suck."
Her tongue stirred. Licked head, mouth opened wide—shaft too. Didn't ask; she ditched her cardigan mid-blow.
"Good girl."
Glared signature narrow-eye. But tongue slavered instinctive, candy-suck style.
Nice, but not enough.
Pulled from her eager lap; stopped her.
"Hey. Strip. Kills the vibe clothed."
"Think I'll strip 'cause you say?"
"Saying that with dick in mouth? Zero cred. Easy now."
"Tch."
Grudging, off came crop top. White bra teased.
"Bottom too? Loosen up. Looks forced."
"You, you shoved it in my mouth!"
"Be real. You opened wide."
"Sh-Shut up!"
Still, tennis skirt gone—white lingerie set.
"Matching undies. Planned this, huh?"
"Th-That's..."
"Or leave."
"Sigh... Fine, came for this. But today? Real check. Body's weird since—you ruined me!"
Honest sigh, true reason.
"How weird?"
"Feels... lacking since. Unsatisfied!"
"Masturbating to that day?"
"Hah, think I'm into nerds like you?"
"Voice shakes too much. Slut side unchanged."
"Slut?! You forced—"
"Coming here makes you the slut."
"......"
My blunt fact shut her. Resolved, eyes shut, spoke.
"Fine. I'm crazy slut. Masturbating, you pop up! What to do? Nothing satisfies since! Everything! Gotta live sexless thrill-less? I'm twenty, twenty!"
"Ooh."
Sarcastic awe; she ranted on.
"Fuck, yeah. Hate myself slutty. You made me! Know? Without you, I'd confess to Won-ho, date cute! Bastard!"
"Who said slut?"
"You did! Don't get cocky. Not 'cause I like you! After today, never again. Just confirm: first-time thrill or really, really you...!"
Tear of frustration.
"Got it. I'll do it."
"Me, me... say this much? You want it too! Could flow natural, you fucking nerd!"
"Okay, stop. Yell more, downstairs hears. Poor soundproof."
"Hic, hic... you bastard..."
Kissed to hush. Tongues met. Broke, eye-locked.
"Really last time..."
"Sorry for slut call. Your reactions fun. Sorry."
"Last. I said it. You forget today, I forget. Got it?"
"Yeah. My bad."
Apology done—her lips advanced. Tasted tongue, unhooked bra, kneaded soft tits. She stroked my stand naturally.
"Ready?"
Condom on, asked—she rolled eyes.
"Idiot. Raw in moments like this."
"Acting experienced."
"......"
Peeled her panties. Soaked sheer with juices. Sofa-leaned, M-legs, waiting.
Wet, but needs more lube.
Fingers to mouth. She got it—slobbered. Dipped in pussy: clenched like alive.
"Haaaht."
Swirl—long moan. One hand pussy, other her shy nipple.
Stood during sex then? Orgasms make 'em pop?
Hye-jin noona's inverted differed. One erect, this hid—like her: front-talk trash, back-crave dick. Funny.
"Uhng, wh-why laugh?"
"Just funny."
"Inverted nips weird, huh?"
Complex? Undiscovered gem.
"Nah. Cute as hell. Not inverted? Wouldn't fuck."
"Haang, sp-speak, haang."
Wet enough?
"Haaaang!"
Just tip in? Starved bad. Service time. Hyah!
"Ahhng."
"Too sensitive?"
"Dahek, fuck. Uhng, ahang!"
Sofa pumps awkward angle, effort. She enjoyed oblivious.
"Hey, turn. Uncomfy."
Rotated minimal slip. Felt walls scrape—she moaned approval. Too slow. Pulled out—she glared, bliss-gone.
"Dawn soon. Grip sofa back. Quick. Tease-backfires, know?"
"......"
Compliant: stood, gripped. Volleyball bod stunning—curvy. Massive tits defied gravity, perfect arcs.
Hand-spread pussy; gripped hips, slid in. Slow first, full hilt—waited reaction.
"...What?"
"Starting. Prepped?"
"Cut crap, quihiiit!"
Scrape out, slam in—she lost it. Fucked till feet lifted.
"Ahang, haaang, hang, eop, heung."
Upward stab angle. New thrill hiked moans real-time. Flesh-smacks chorus'd.
Ejac felt—paused pistons.
"Uhng... Hey! Why stop?!"
Her bossy tone mid-this. Girl waits when guy pauses! Future guy luckless; as first man, fix her attitude.
"Eh, eh?!"
Hands under knees, folded-lifted. Heavy.
"H-Hey, what?!"
"Quiet. Hurt."
Pulled arms to neck-lock. Flexible enough.
"Hey, danger, uhek."
Mouth open—dropped body, thrust up. Shut her sass. Too heavy tho.
"Fuck, how many kilos?"
Normal me? Back snap.
"Sh-Shut uheot, tr-training bloat."
"Kilos. No answer, no thrust?"
Held; shy whisper.
"...67."
Profile weight? Real ~70. Explains heft.
"I'm slim..."
Toned, muscled beauty. Fat? Only milkers.
"Told ya—reward..."
Dropped-thrusted.
"Kiihiiit!"
New moan. That good? Body serves.
"Haaang! Haaang! Haeng."
More slams—she blanked. I paced slow, meh; her intense, nearing.
Let her cum? Wait—mirror corner for swing-check!
Kept pose, walked to mirror for O-face.
"Ahng, ahng."
Steps = moans. Arrived: faint 11-abs, popped nips, juice-drip pussy-dick link.
"Hey, head up. Can't see face."
Looked: drool stream, eyes rolled. Snap-thrust—eyes swirled, moan burst.
Knees bent brace, arms pumped her.
"Kkeuhng."
Shy of mirror-self, stifled moans.
Training pays.
Optimal: rapid up-down, womb-pierce pace.
"Kiihit, hiit, ahang. Haaaang!"
Scream hit eardrums; squirt soiled mirror. Head lolled.
Tch. Not done.
Carried to bedroom, tossed bed. Flopped limp.
"Hey, Choi Hyun-ah! Wake up! Passed out? That bad? Last time not this..."
Then dazed but aware. Now? Eyes flipped—KO clear.
Sometimes massive pleasure blacks girls out.
Rogers appeared, answered.
For real? You too?
Heh, obvious.
Doubted but dick hard, no fight. Nodded, approached. Slaps no rouse.
"Fuck. Blue-balled."
Ditched condom, positioned tits-up, straddled, titfucked. Finish or regret!
1-2 mins shake—signal. Unheld, blasted face.
"Nose clear?"
Tch. Wake-up? Idled: toyed pussy-tits. 5 mins—stir.
"Uh, uh..."
Dazed words. Irrelevant—my dick revived groping.
"Got your feels. Round two?"
"C-Condom?"
"I'll manage. Spread worry-free."
"...Yeah."
Time plenty.
"Hey, wasn't last time last?"
"......"
Out window: baseball team ran. Weekend—no normies. Her class: us alone.
"Not running? Hurry. Training waits."
Hand to glass, ass out, thighs clenched—slid uniform shorts-panties, spoke. Tummy ache excuse mid-practice; quick finish? Pussy wafted slutty— no argue.
"Yeah. Quick then go."
"Wait. This ain't love. Just compatible—misunderstand!"
"Why tongue out? Crave blackout?"
"......"
Glance-back: not hating.
"Sigh, training—gentle now."
"...Yeah. But..."
"Won't mistake for like. Crush Won-ho forever."
Raw-dove in.
"Uhng. Warn before cum."
"Sure. Swallow all like then. Deal?"
"...Deal."
Full hilt, window-gaze: Won-ho jogging track. Imagines not this?
Won-ho waved big—saw window-leaned Hyun-ah. Clueless her crush. Pitiful. Mutual like, yet this. Tearjerker.
Mouth ear-to-ear tho?
No chat mid-sex.
Ignored Rogers, peeked. Angle hid me.
"Wave back?"
"Haang, haang."
Moaned, waved big at Won-ho. Each: pussy squeezed dick.
Won-ho! Sorry! Hyun-ah mine! Can't satisfy sans me—what? She loves you—accept confession!
Prayed her success, gripped hips, slammed raw.