The Fox's Indulgence
A large hand that had been clutching her breast slid down to caress the plump flesh that had spilled over the top of her bra.
Every time his long fingers brushed against her skin, her body twitched. As he traced the goosebumped flesh, he found the hardened nipple inside her underwear and pressed down firmly.
“Hah!”
A moan slipped between her teeth in response.
The sound must have been like a beautiful melody to him, because the corners of Shin-wol’s mouth curved up in satisfaction.
He sharpened his fingertips, scraping down the nipple before pinching and tugging it. The ticklish sensation quickly transformed into pleasure, and her breathing grew increasingly ragged.
[This must be some kind of undergarment.]
He murmured as his fingers explored the bra. The hand that had been wandering across her front slipped behind her back, following the fabric. Even the searching touch felt obscene, making her body tremble involuntarily. Yeo-won barely held onto her hazy mind and pressed hard against his chest.
When she lifted the upper body she had been half-lying on, he pulled back as well. But the hand resting on her breast showed no intention of leaving.
“Just a moment. I want to wash up first.”
[In a place like that?]
At his questioning tone, Yeo-won subtly turned her head to glance at the bathroom. No matter how she looked at it, the structure seemed to have lost all practical meaning. She, too, was reluctant to wash in such a place, but there was no helping it.
“Still, I sweated a lot today, so I’d like to clean up. Could you turn around until I say it’s okay?”
[What a novel form of torture.]
“No—ah!”
The hand that had paused inside her clothes began moving again. It pushed beneath the bra and gripped her breast with force. The distinct pressure made Yeo-won bite her lip hard.
[You don’t need to torment me like this. I’m already suffering enough.]
“I’m not tormenting you…”
Mid-sentence, as if he didn’t want to hear any more, he flicked her nipple with his finger. A sharp jolt like sparks flying made Yeo-won cry out.
[This undergarment has such a strange shape.]
He murmured, gazing down at her breasts.
The bra and t-shirt that had been shoved up so pitifully had long since lost their function.
Moreover, Shin-wol was staring at the underwear as if he might rip it apart at any second, so Yeo-won quickly spoke up.
“There’s a hook in the back. I’ll undo it.”
If she left it like this, she wouldn’t get to wash at all; she’d only end up with ruined lingerie. Fortunately, Shin-wol obediently withdrew his hand.
However, his scorching gaze showed no sign of leaving her.
Yeo-won subtly avoided the burdensome stare, reaching behind her back to fumble with the hook. But because she was so tense, her fingers kept slipping.
She wanted to appear as calm as possible, yet her heart kept pounding at an abnormal speed.
How had she done this before? She tried to recall, but she had never taken the initiative like this before intimacy.
Most of the time she had simply been led by Shin-wol’s hands, so the situation felt unbearably awkward to her.
Shin-wol, who had been quietly watching her fret, suddenly reached out.
[Can it simply be unfastened?]
“Ah.”
He didn’t wait for an answer and slid his hand behind her, groping along her back. In the almost-embracing posture, a faint breath brushed against the nape of her neck.
Yeo-won nodded, trying her best to look composed, and opened her mouth.
“But you have to control your strength…”
Rip.
Before she could finish speaking, the sound of something tearing made her jaw drop.
The bra tore like a sheet of paper and slid limply downward.
While she stared blankly at the wreckage that had settled on her thighs, a short sigh sounded above her head.
[Oh dear. It was too fragile.]
The words It wasn’t the bra that was weak; it was you who couldn’t control your strength bubbled up in her throat, but Yeo-won decided to hold them in.
Shin-wol looked at her fully exposed breasts and smiled languidly.
[Well, they’re off now, so isn’t that enough?]
“Is that something you can even say right—ah!”
He gathered her breasts together, lowered his head, and took one into his mouth. She tried to push his shoulders away, but a body as immovable as a mountain would not budge. Instead, her own body was pressed back down onto the bed.
Having completely taken the dominant position above her, Shin-wol raised a hand to caress the peak of her other breast while flicking the nipple in his mouth sharply with the tip of his tongue.
“Wait—hn, ahh! Just a—”
The successive waves of pleasure made Yeo-won’s head fall back.
The way he licked and sucked the cherry-like peak with his tongue made her lower belly clench tightly, and a warm, fuzzy heat began to spread.
While he licked the nipple wetly with his tongue, Shin-wol’s hand traveled down her slender waist.
She had only removed her top; she was still wearing pants. With clear intent, he slid his hand along her waistband.
Having read his intention, Yeo-won grabbed his arm and shook her head frantically.
“Don’t—mmh—don’t rip them.”
[How demanding.]
Shin-wol clicked his tongue softly, then took the nipple back into his mouth and sucked hard. With his other hand, he unfastened the buckle.
Perhaps because it was a simpler design than the bra, he seemed to succeed in controlling his strength this time.
His hand slipped inside her pants.
The hand that had been stroking the upper area dove straight down to her sex. His middle finger parted the tightly closed folds without hesitation.
Already soaked, her flesh offered no resistance as his finger slid downward in one smooth motion.
“Hik!”
The vivid sensation against her sex made Yeo-won’s hips jerk upward.
“Wait—ahng! Just a second—hngh.”
When she clutched his shoulders and squirmed, Shin-wol simply pressed her down with his body.
[No.]
As he began to rub her slowly up and down, Yeo-won’s body stiffened in an instant.
Her nectar had pooled so thickly it threatened to overflow. She panted, her neck flushed crimson.
“Haa… hn.”
Following the waves, his hand slid down smoothly before rising again to rub her clit with slow, heavy pressure.
The hand gripping his clothes tightened, and her body trembled helplessly.
Then, suddenly, one of his fingers rubbed against her entrance before pushing inside.
“Hup! Hn!”
Yeo-won’s thighs clenched in surprise, but he paid no attention and drove his finger deeper.
Soon she felt his knuckle press against her entrance. When she clutched his clothes tightly as if clinging to him, he asked in a deeply lowered voice.
[Does it hurt?]
“Hn… mmh.”
Even in her daze, Yeo-won bit her lip and shook her head.
[Then?]
At his question, Yeo-won pressed her lips tightly together.
It didn’t hurt. But she was still unaccustomed to sexual pleasure and had no way to describe the sensation.
So Shin-wol began to move his finger slowly.
[Still so tight.]
The warm, slick feel of her inner walls made a suppressed breath escape Shin-wol’s lips.
[Haa…]
His finger pressed and stimulated the inner walls as it moved in and out, filling the room with wet, squelching sounds.
Tears welled up in Yeo-won’s eyes.
The more his finger moved, the whiter her vision became. Overwhelming pleasure surged from below, and the dizzying moans and lewd splashing sounds battered her eardrums, leaving her disoriented.
“Ah! Ahng! Hah! Stop! Ah, stop! I’m going to—become strange…!”
[Accept it.]
At her words, Shin-wol’s finger moved even faster. Not yet familiar with climax, she needed to feel it clearly—so he pressed firmly against a certain spot inside her walls.
Yeo-won convulsed, clinging to him almost as if she were crying.
She buried her face in his shoulder and twisted her waist.
The strange pleasure piercing her below made her moans rise higher, and her reason had long since flown away.
Watching her, Shin-wol felt his own lower body grow so heavy it felt ready to burst.
He had never particularly enjoyed a woman’s moans—they only clouded his ears.
Yet the more he heard Yeo-won’s moans, the more they seemed to inflame his desire.
Every time those small, delicate lips spilled out moans drenched in pleasure, Shin-wol was seized by a strange ecstasy.
He wanted to push her further. He wanted to make her cry out more.
He wanted to see those large, clear eyes sink into the abyss of rapture.
In the end, just imagining her voice begging him to thrust into her made his rigidly swollen cock twitch and spurt a thick bead of precum.
His hand plunged into her faster.
“Hik, heuk! Shin-wol, Shin-wol, stop, please stop!”
No matter how much she begged and clung to him, he could not stop. Even as she let out screams that resembled cries, his hand did not cease until she reached her peak.
Yeo-won sucked in a sharp breath and arched her waist high.
Between her trembling thighs, her nectar gushed out in a rush.
Only after he had carefully smeared the copious fluids that soaked his hand back onto her sex did he withdraw from her pants.
He licked the glistening nectar from his fingers, then, without any warning, tore her pants apart.
Yeo-won, who would normally have protested, was too busy resisting the foreplay to keep her mind from slipping away.
Shin-wol gazed down with satisfaction at Yeo-won, now completely naked, and pressed his lips firmly against her tear-filled eyes.
When the tears that had gathered at the corners of her eyes slipped between his lips, he whispered softly.