A Well-Earned Reward (2)
It was true that she had wanted praise from Han Taeyang. After all, even by her own standards, what she had accomplished today was truly commendable. She had delivered a firm breakup to that Kim Minjun—the same man who had kept her trembling in fear for an entire year, too scared to voice even the slightest complaint. On top of that, she had even punched him when he pathetically tried to cling to her. Seo Ahyeon knew how much Han Taeyang despised Kim Minjun. And from the moment she realized that disdain stemmed from pity and affection for her, the yearning in her heart for him had become impossible to suppress—.
“…Ah, w-wait a second. Han Taeyang, hya— ugh!?”
Even so. Even so. She hadn’t wanted the praise for her brave deed to come in this form.
Seo Ahyeon’s face burned a deep crimson as Han Taeyang ignored her protests entirely and continued stripping off her underwear. She had known she would be praised. Just as much as he had despised Kim Minjun, she knew praise would follow. He was someone who genuinely wanted her to achieve mental growth. So of course, if she brought back results, she would receive warm words, gentle strokes… And honestly, if she was being completely truthful, she had even secretly hoped for a reward in bed.
After all, they had already slept together several times…
Their relationship had long since become something sweeter than friendship yet not quite lovers. Now that she had made herself available on the dating market again, Han Taeyang’s personality meant he definitely wouldn’t let tonight pass uneventfully. That was what she had believed.
But.
“Eut, huhek.”
Seo Ahyeon had not expected him to suddenly pull her panties aside and bury his face between her legs. It was the kind of devoted service she had never even dared imagine receiving from Kim Minjun during their year together.
Her face burning hot, she reflexively reached out and pressed against Han Taeyang’s forehead.
“Stay still.”
“…Unghyat.”
Of course, her strength was nowhere near enough to push him away. Besides, from the very beginning she had no real intention of rejecting him. It was embarrassing and awkward, and she would have preferred a more normally romantic intimate encounter if possible, but—.
Chup—
“…Heuk!?”
To be completely honest, if she revealed the true desires hidden behind her shame… Well. At least Seo Ahyeon didn’t dislike this situation. No, in fact, she was quite happy and pleased. The man she had come to love was licking her most intimate place between her legs. How could such devoted service, such earnest caresses, not satisfy her? How could they not feel loving?
The moment Han Taeyang’s tongue touched her dripping pussy, Seo Ahyeon’s eyes rolled back.
“Hyet, kuk, nngh, heuuut.”
Lewd moans she couldn’t suppress spilled from her lips one after another. Her legs, which had been stiffly outstretched, now wrapped tightly around Han Taeyang’s neck. She curled her body into an utterly obscene position, hugging his head with her lower half to make the pleasure he gave her even better.
Ah, fuck. This feels so good…
The embarrassment growing in proportion to the rising heat left Seo Ahyeon at a loss for what to do. Even as she muttered obscene thoughts to herself, she covered her face with both hands. She didn’t want Han Taeyang to see the unrestrained, shameless expression she was making right now. He would probably like even this face. He would probably call it pretty—.
“Turn… turn your eyes awaaay…”
“…Hmm?”
But that was separate. A girl’s heart had its own ways, after all. It was no different for Seo Ahyeon. Peeking at him through her fingers, she whined petulantly, asking him not to look at her face while he licked her pussy. To look away. It was a truly contradictory maiden’s heart, considering she currently had her most private parts being licked by a man.
And naturally—
“Seo Ahyeon.”
“Y-yes…?”
Han Taeyang wasn’t the type of man who would kindly obey just because she asked. With a playful expression as if a fun idea had occurred to him, he moved his lips.
“Move your hands. I can’t see your pretty face.”
“…Hyat.”
At first he tried to coax her with a relatively gentle tone and words.
“N-no way. I’m hiding it because I don’t want to show you. Are you stupid…?”
“Hmm…”
When Seo Ahyeon, clearly pleased by the words “pretty face,” giggled but still refused to move her hands, Han Taeyang stopped holding back. He gave a meaningful smile as if to say perfect. Then—
Lick. Slurp. Chuuup…!
“…Nngh, geut!?”
He slid both arms under her thighs, lifting her hips just an inch off the sofa. Without hesitation, he buried his face in her crotch and began moving his tongue and mouth with fervor. He took the endlessly flowing juices into his mouth, drank them down, and thrust his tongue inside her.
“Ah, hyak…! Wait, waaait, Han Taeyang, hik…!?”
Despite Seo Ahyeon’s now seemingly sincere desperate cries, he skillfully began stirring her insides. Sucking, licking, drinking. His tongue, pushed deep inside, caressed her inner walls before pressing firmly on the sensitive spot he had already identified.
“…Kuk. Ooh, heup…!”
Thud!
It was the moment the strength left Seo Ahyeon’s legs wrapped around Han Taeyang’s neck. The stimulation was so intense she couldn’t maintain even that much strength. She immediately straightened her waist and let out a sensual cry. In the end she couldn’t even maintain her sitting position and collapsed back against the sofa.
“Aren’t you going to move your hands? It would be better if you did.”
“Heuk, keuht, hyak, aht…!”
Han Taeyang flexed his already firm biceps even more prominently, gripping her thighs so she couldn’t escape. Seo Ahyeon, whose upper body was now pressed into the sofa, lay flat on her back with tears in her eyes. Yet she stubbornly kept her face covered until the very end.
“I don’t know, I don’t know! This, this is really weird… Nngut!? S-stop…!”
“This is your last warning. Lower your hands, Ahyeon.”
“…I’ll lower them! I’ll move them, so please?! Please stop, hyeuuk!?”
It was futile resistance in the end. Her neck flushed bright red, her violet eyes filled with lust, affection, and excitement as she cried out. The way she even used polite speech without being prompted showed excellent potential as a masochist.
“Good girl.”
“──Hek, keup!”
By the time Seo Ahyeon raised the white flag and used the hands that had covered her face to shakily prop herself against the sofa, Han Taeyang wore a cool smile and extended his tongue once more. And naturally, given his position, the only place that tongue was heading was her pussy.
His tongue lightly brushed past her clit before delving inside, and when he stimulated her spot again, Seo Ahyeon could hold back no longer.
What couldn’t she hold back?
“…Ah, aah?! Wait, keuheup, heuuuut!?”
Psyut, psyusyut—!
Her climax as a woman. Her orgasm. It was the most natural and obvious thing in the world.
Soon Seo Ahyeon’s waist arched gracefully, and from her lower lips a transparent stream of fluid sprayed out like a fountain.
Byuuuurt…!
In addition to the thick love juices filling her pussy came a magnificent squirting show as proof of her orgasm.
“Ooh.”
Han Taeyang, the very one who had created this sight, let out an exaggerated sound of admiration and pulled his head back. But at the moment, Seo Ahyeon had no energy left to get angry at his mischievous prank.
“…Eut, hek, keuheuut.”
Her lower belly, half-slid off the sofa and melted limply, twitched obscenely. In rhythm with those intermittent spasms, Seo Ahyeon spurted streams of fluid through her secret cleft.
Jjorrr…
Whether it was squirting from unbearable pleasure, female ejaculation, or simply an embarrassing, childish loss of bladder control—or perhaps all of them combined—it might have been the most noble expression of sensual beauty for a girl and a woman.
In the end, did it really matter what it was?
…It’s insanely hot.
Regardless, Han Taeyang’s lower body grew rock hard at the rare sight. And Seo Ahyeon, whose eyes blinked violently from the ecstatic stimulation that painted her mind white with pleasure traveling up her spine—
“…Keuht.”
Pyut, pyubt—
Finally her pelvis twitched, releasing the remaining fluids down her thighs.
Then.
Thump!
“…Haaa…”
She barely managed to drape one arm over the sofa before collapsing completely. The intense pleasure dominating her body made it impossible to support herself any longer.
Seo Ahyeon stared blankly at her trembling lower half for a moment, then shot Han Taeyang a cute, sharp glare filled with faint resentment.
“…I moved my hands like you said, so why, why do you keep tormenting me. Hng, you bad guy…”
“Ahem.”
Knowing he should back off a bit here, Han Taeyang cleared his throat and smiled awkwardly. He approached the seated Seo Ahyeon, poked her cheek with his index finger, and asked.
“…But it felt good, right? How about it? Want me to do it again next time?”
“…”
Seo Ahyeon took several deep breaths to calm her ragged breathing. At the touch of his finger on her cheek, her tailbone secretly trembled…
“…”
“…As I thought. I knew you’d like it.”
She threw her head back to rest against the sofa and silently gave a thumbs up. It was her shy way of expressing that his service and caresses, though shameless, had indeed been satisfying.