I'm Not Letting You Sleep Tonight—So Prepare Yourself
Ye-ji took the key from me, slid it into the lock with a sharp click-clack, and flung the front door wide open. She pulled me inside, and the moment we stepped into the house…
“...Seon-ah?”
“Ah…!”
A very familiar voice rang out, followed by the sound of Ye-ji gasping in surprise. I lifted my head from where I’d been leaning against her and looked forward.
“Who the hell is that girl?”
Kim Han-na stood there, fresh from the shower with nothing but a towel slung around her neck, glaring at us with sharp, furious eyes. The moment I registered the anger blazing in her gaze, my hazy mind cleared just enough for me to realize that I was in very, very deep trouble.
“Hey. You.”
“Y-yes?!”
At Han-na’s low call, Ye-ji’s body went rigid.
“What’s wrong with Seon-ah? …Don’t tell me you fed her something.”
“N-no, absolutely not…! She just… her condition suddenly got worse while we were walking….”
“...Just hand her over for now.”
Han-na strode over. Ye-ji didn’t argue; she simply nudged me forward and passed me into Han-na’s arms. Part of me was scared to be held by an enraged Han-na—she was like a walking time bomb—but at the same time, I could feel the warmth of her freshly showered, damp skin against my whole body….
The arousal that had barely begun to settle flared up again, burning hotter than before.
While I buried my face in her chest with a dreamy, intoxicated smile, sniffing at her scent, Han-na’s voice continued.
“...You. What’s your name and class?”
“Um….”
“Don’t even think about lying. Tell me the truth.”
“I’m Jeong Ye-ji from Class A!”
“Jeong Ye-ji… Got it. You can leave now.”
“Yes!”
Even though her whole body was trembling, Ye-ji glanced at me one last time, gave a tiny wave, and bolted out the door like she was fleeing for her life.
“Haa…”
Now that Ye-ji was gone, the two of us were alone. Han-na stared at the front door for a moment before turning her gaze on me.
“...Why is your body so hot?”
Her palm brushed across my forehead, then slid down to gently stroke my cheek. Hehe… It felt so soft. I savored the warmth against my skin and let my eyes flutter shut… when suddenly, I felt her hand freeze.
“...?”
I cracked my eyes open and found Han-na staring intently at my chest. What? Why is she looking at my breasts like that…? I followed her gaze and looked down.
“...Ugh.”
Beyond the stretched fabric of my blouse, my light brown areolas were completely exposed. And at some point the bandages must have fallen off, because my swollen nipples were clearly visible too. I’d been vaguely aware while walking here that people could see my skin, but now that my head had cleared a little, I realized I’d been walking around with my bare breasts fully on display the entire time.
The moment I understood that I had just strutted through a crowded street looking like some kind of slut, my heart began to pound violently. At the same time, my pussy clenched hard.
“...You walked all the way home like this?”
“Yeah….”
I hid the mixture of fresh shame and excitement in my voice by burying myself deeper in Han-na’s arms. Hopefully no one took pictures… Right? No, if someone had been openly snapping photos, Ye-ji would have stopped them. And the skirt… thank goodness it wasn’t the super-short exposure one, so at least my pussy and ass weren’t visible. No need to worry.
Once I’d pieced the situation together, a small sense of relief washed over me—followed by a strange pang of disappointment lodged deep in my chest. What if I really had been wearing that tiny exposure skirt today…? What would have happened? If I’d walked around the streets in a skirt so short that even the slightest breeze would show my pussy and ass to everyone…
While those filthy fantasies played in my head, I secretly rubbed my cheek against the soft, plump breasts in front of me. Han-na gave my own chest a couple of light taps and asked,
“Why were you walking around without a bra? You were wearing one during break earlier.”
“...Huh? Um, well, that’s….”
…What do I do? If I explained why the bra was gone, I’d have to tell her how my classmates stripped me in the karaoke room… and how they groped me all over. And if I kept going, I’d eventually have to admit that my entire class was now in charge of my Pussy Management. If Han-na found out, what would she think of me? Eun-jung and the others were touching my pussy with good intentions, but would it look that way to outsiders… or to Han-na?
The moment that thought hit me, my mind went completely blank. But luckily, while I was stuttering and unable to continue, Han-na supplied an excuse for me.
“Did Eun-jung make you take it off for the Test?”
“Y-yeah…! That’s why I took it off.”
“Hmm…”
Han-na frowned slightly, looking unconvinced… then suddenly shoved her hand up under my skirt. She gently stroked my pussy through the thin panties before—
“Hngh…!”
—thrusting her middle and ring fingers inside me at once. My cunt, already soaked from walking around with my bare tits exposed and dripping all the way down to my ankles, accepted her fingers with a wet schlick, swallowing them far too easily.
“Ugh, H-Han-na…”
Her long fingers spread my sticky inner walls apart, gently caressing every fold. Each time they brushed the cluster of sensitive ridges, my pussy twitched and clamped down on her fingers greedily. The tingling pleasure rising from my core made my legs give out. I collapsed against her.
Han-na caught me with one arm, holding me tight while her other hand continued to pump in and out of my drenched pussy with lewd, wet sounds.
“Ah, mmm…, haaah♡”
The lust that had built up from being unwillingly exposed on the street was slowly pushed higher by Han-na’s skilled hand. When she buried her fingers to the hilt and roughly rubbed the upper wall of my vagina—
“―――!!”
I came instantly, mouth wide open in a silent scream. White fireworks exploded behind my eyes as my body convulsed. Han-na slowly withdrew her fingers from my clinging, sticky folds, then slipped that same arm between my knees. She lifted me in a princess carry and strode down the hallway.
While I secretly peeked up at her beautiful face from within her arms, we arrived at the master bedroom. Han-na gently laid me on the bed, then climbed on top of me and began unbuttoning my blouse one by one.
It’s been so long since I did a Test with Han-na… Or maybe this is a pussy-tightening training session. Either way, I’m happy.
With my heart fluttering, I looked up at her as she undressed me. But after unbuttoning the blouse halfway, Han-na suddenly froze.
“...Seon-ah.”
“Yeah?”
What is it this time…?
“What are these red marks on your chest?”
Her fingers slowly traced over the skin my friends had kneaded and fondled so thoroughly. “And what about these kiss marks on your neck?”
Her hand moved up to my neck, gently touching the exact spot where Ye-ji had kissed me again and again in front of the part-timer.
“Did Eun-jung do all of this too?”
“... .”
Han-na stared down at me with an expressionless face. The atmosphere made it clear that denying it would be a terrible mistake, so I broke out in a cold sweat and nodded.
“...Yes.”
Thankfully, Han-na didn’t doubt my words. She simply continued to quietly trace the traces those girls had left on my body, then—
“Hahp…”
—pressed her lips over the kiss mark and began sucking hard, while her hand roughly squeezed my breast.
“...Ugh.”
The brief sting from her aggressive touch quickly melted into sticky pleasure, slowly loosening my tense body. Every time Han-na sucked hard on my neck, my tongue slipped out between my lips and trembled. When she gripped my breast like she wanted to crush it, my nipples stiffened almost painfully, and several thick strands of nectar squirted from my soaking pussy.
“Haa, ah…, haaah♡”
The memories of my friends thrusting dildos deep inside me, of strangers groping my breasts and pussy in the bathroom, of walking the streets with my bare tits exposed—all of it gradually faded. In their place, Han-na’s damp, naked body, her burning body heat, her rough breathing, her scent, and her touch completely filled me.
My mind was being dyed entirely with Kim Han-na.
But rather than feeling afraid, the sensation was warm… and comforting….
“Haa…”
When Han-na finally pulled away with an exhausted sigh, I was completely melted. My tongue hung slightly out of my mouth, my thighs were spread wide, and my school skirt was soaked dark with my juices. I panted like a bitch in heat, hips twitching intermittently.
“...Seon-ah.”
Han-na’s voice rumbled low and rough from deep in her throat as she whispered,
“I’m not letting you sleep tonight. …So prepare yourself.”
I understood exactly what she meant. A smile I couldn’t suppress spread across my face as I gave a small nod. Then, as her face slowly drew closer, I shyly offered up my lips.