Date (7)
I let out a soft groan. “Ugh… Hoo.”
“……”
“W-why are you staring at me like that…? It’s not like it’s your first time seeing me naked. Hic.”
Baek Seolah lay sprawled across the bed, glaring at me with that same tipsy hiccup still clinging to her breath.
She had already stripped off every last piece of clothing, just as she’d said—completely, shamelessly naked.
And true to her words, this wasn’t the first time I’d seen her bare body.
“You’re still so beautiful. That belly of yours is pure white.”
“…Hek!?”
Just because I’d seen it often, just because there wasn’t a single inch of her I hadn’t memorized, that didn’t mean her physical allure had faded in the slightest.
I’d simply grown used to it compared to the first time. Even now, I still burned with lust every time I laid eyes on Baek Seolah’s naked form.
She had to know that much herself… yet the embarrassment of baring her most intimate places to me must still be overwhelming. As if to hide from that awkward truth, she turned her gaze away after my pointless compliment. My hand pressed down gently on her lower abdomen.
I wasn’t trying to hurt her, so I kept the pressure light—just enough to give her a pleasant stimulus.
With a faint smile, I began kneading the soft flesh near her navel, pressing and stroking in slow, deliberate motions.
Her previously tense body gradually melted, softening as it surrendered to the rising waves of arousal.
“Ah, hyak, mmh… wait. Hyet.”
Baek Seolah raised her hand halfway in a half-hearted attempt to stop me, but she never actually pushed my hand away.
Even without any threats from me, she willingly offered up her lower belly.
She simply stared at me with hazy, blinking eyes, her expression one of genuine confusion.
“Why… hup… why…?”
Her voice was thick with bewilderment as she asked.
“You… you idiot. Why are you saying such nice things today, over and over…? It’s weird. Hah.”
“……”
“Because of that… ugh. I feel like I’m going to start getting the wrong idea. You sly bastard.”
As Baek Seolah slowly crumbled under the pleasure, she let out a moan and covered her eyes with her hand.
I listened to her words in silence, thinking to myself.
‘The wrong idea, huh.’
My eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Baek Seolah probably didn’t notice the change.
That so-called “wrong idea”… I wished she would just entertain it, even once.
Of course, even if she realized what I truly wanted, it wouldn’t immediately lead to the outcome I desired. I wasn’t expecting that much.
Still, having decided to seduce this damn woman for real, it was only natural that I felt a little impatient.
‘She’s far too good to be stuck beside that bastard Lee Hyeonseong. Especially with a body this lewd.’
I kept those feelings hidden behind my usual sly grin.
“Calling you beautiful gets me cursed out. What, should I be more explicit? Tell you how fucking hard you make me?”
“Heuk…”
My fingertips gently caressed her abdomen before I pretended to pull away, only to lightly brush her navel with my index finger.
That small, vertical slit on her pure white, beautiful belly—so obscenely inviting.
I secretly hoped the day would come when I could fill that little hole with my cum.
Keeping that wish to myself, I leisurely watched Baek Seolah’s face flush crimson.
“…Hup, mmmh.”
At this moment, was she holding back ticklishness, sexual pleasure, or perhaps a mixture of both?
It didn’t really matter either way.
Regardless, Baek Seolah’s face burned bright red as she trembled, yet she still displayed that stubborn, rebellious streak of hers.
“You… I’ve told you so many times not to use such vulgar language… I’ve warned you again and again. If you keep doing this, I’ll… I’ll really get angry…?”
“Hmm.”
She tried to sound stern, putting on a sharp expression, but it didn’t come across as much of a threat.
Not when the woman who always became the most vulgar person in the world the moment she was on a bed was the one saying it.
“It’s not very scary. Honestly, it feels like you secretly enjoy hearing it.”
“…What? Huh? Mmh!?”
Chup—!
With a mocking chuckle and that muttered remark, I decided to help her confront her true feelings without any filters.
In other words… I slid my index and middle fingers together and stroked the folds of her pussy, which had already been dripping with arousal ever since I started playing with her stomach.
The obscene, wet sound that burst out immediately after contact was something even Baek Seolah must have heard clearly.
And the way her lower lips gushed the moment a man’s hand touched them—she definitely felt that even more intensely.
“Ah, ugh. Hyat… Hic, kuh.”
In the end, she covered her face with both hands, golden eyes wide with considerable embarrassment.
At least she was trying to avoid watching what was happening between her own legs.
Even then, the alcohol-induced hiccups refused to stop. I was personally curious what it would feel like to shove my cock into that hiccupping mouth, but—
‘For today, I’ll show a little more service spirit.’
Like I said, I had firmly resolved to steal her away for real this time.
Rather than simply indulging my own lust, focusing on pleasuring her wasn’t a bad idea.
Chup, chup, chup—
“…Uhek, ah. There… mmh, that feels good.”
So I started by rubbing her labia more gently than usual, at a soft, leisurely pace.
Her already slick juices coated my hand, acting as a natural lubricant.
After several dozen seconds of this tender caress, I saw that her expression had melted beautifully. That’s when I switched to a more primal technique.
Squelch. Squelch…!
If I were to use the so-called “vulgar language” that Baek Seolah hated, I’d probably call it finger-fucking.
I didn’t hesitate. I thrust my two straightened fingers straight into her sticky, wet entrance.
It would be fair to say I shoved them in. It was incredibly aggressive—bordering on rough, even violent.
But paradoxically, that was exactly the kind of devoted service she loved most at her core.
“Does it feel good? Seolah. You’re gushing like crazy.”
“Hyak, hup…!?”
I slowly lowered myself, sitting on the edge of the bed, and leaned close to her ear. My voice was tender yet teasing as I whispered.
“Hm? Does it feel good? Tell me. Do you get this soaking wet when you do it with Lee Hyeonseong too?”
“…Hyaaang! Ugh! Wait, wait a second.”
Her reaction was quite intense—especially the extra line I added at the end, which seemed particularly effective.
Baek Seolah’s eyes widened, but she quickly melted under the pleasure, shaking her head weakly.
“Right now… hngh… don’t say such mean things. I’m not going to answer, ugh. Ah.”
Lick—
Naturally, I ignored her half-hearted, defiant reply entirely.
I simply bit down on her ear as if daring her to keep resisting.
Then, just like she had once done to me, I lightly traced the inside of her ear with my tongue. Her waist trembled violently as she let out a hiccupping moan.
“Ah, aah, hyat.”
“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”
“Kuh… t-that… my ear… really don’t—!”
“You need to answer properly, Baek Seolah.”
“…!?”
Press—!
I immediately pressed my fingertips against her G-spot. The sudden stimulation of her most vulnerable inner weakness made her entire body snap rigid.
She was swallowed by pleasure so thick that even verbal resistance became impossible. Lying on the bed, she arched her back beautifully.
Her flexibility was truly remarkable. I twisted my lips into a smirk and gave a short command.
“Cum for me first. We’ll talk after you cum.”
“Ah, no—! I don’t want to. Ah, kuh…!”
“Don’t hold it in. Just let it out comfortably. Good girl.”
These were the same words I’d heard countless times while she gave me handjobs—always delivered with that condescending, looking-down-on-me gaze.
Every time I heard that strangely humiliating “good girl, good girl,” it made my blood boil.
Squelch, squelch, squelch!
It might have been a little childish, but today I intended to return those exact words to Baek Seolah.
So even when her inner walls clamped down hard on my fingers, I continued thrusting without pause.
“—Nngh, kuhut!?”
In less than a few seconds, the result came. Like plucking ripe fruit from a well-tended tree.
Though it had only been a short time, the arousal I had carefully cultivated in Baek Seolah finally reached its peak.
Spurt, spurshhh…!
A powerful jet of liquid erupted from between her legs like a fountain, spraying everywhere.
I didn’t bother wiping away the droplet that landed on my cheek. I simply smiled softly.
“…That’s it. You did so well, Seolah.”
Tremble—!
“Kuh, haaah…”
Her entire body drenched in sweat, Baek Seolah’s lower belly twitched intermittently as she released several more spurts in succession.
She had just proven with her own squirt that she had cum spectacularly from a man who wasn’t her boyfriend.
Even my brief words of praise made her hips convulse obscenely.
There was no need to mention the frantic, gasping moans she let out.
And the moment I judged the timing right and pulled my index and middle fingers out from her tightly gripping insides—
Trickle…
“Heghut.”
With her slender, delicate hands supporting her swollen mound, Baek Seolah released a much calmer stream of fluid.
Her drunkenness seemed to be fading as well. With a dazed expression, she shyly let it flow—the classic, textbook squirting orgasm.
“Oh…”
On top of an orgasm that had pushed her to the limit, she was also relieving a physiological need under the pretext of sexual excitement. It was an utterly lewd and vulgar sight.
She herself must have been mortified beyond words, but from the viewer’s perspective, it was something to be purely grateful for.
‘Crazy bitch. So fucking hot.’
I felt the heat in my body—which I thought I had been controlling quite well—suddenly surge.
The clear stream gushing from Baek Seolah’s pussy at this moment was that erotic.
It was a supreme view that most men would consider lucky to witness even once in their lifetime.
Even for me, the number of times I had witnessed this mystery of the female body could be counted on one hand. It was that precious.
How could I not get excited? If a young man could look at this sight and not feel lust, he was surely some pitiful soul whose sexual function had already worn out.
I truly believed that without a shred of doubt as I began stripping off my clothes.
Click.
I tossed my shirt aside carelessly, unbuckled my belt, and quickly removed my pants.
Grabbing the box of condoms from the table, I approached the bed.
“What are you spacing out for, Seolah?”
“…Uee…?”
I grabbed her knees and spread her legs apart, flashing a deep smile.
As foreplay to loosen up her body, what I had already done was more than enough—it was practically overflowing.
I had no intention of holding back any longer. I didn’t want to. Even if Baek Seolah refused and said she didn’t want it, I didn’t think I could calm down.
My cock was already rock hard from her fountain show, pointing straight at the ceiling.
“Hey, Baek Seolah.”
Holding it in my hand and adjusting the angle, I whispered to her one last time in a low voice.
“This time, you kiss me first. Whether you do it or not, I’m just going to put it in.”
With my emotions deliberately restrained.
Just lightly.
“……”
I wondered whether Baek Seolah understood the meaning behind those words. Or was she simply confused?
I couldn’t tell.
But one thing was certain: after listening to me, she stared at me blankly with hazy eyes for a moment.
Slide—
Still without saying a word, on top of the ecstatic expression savoring the afterglow of her recent climax, another emotion had settled in.
And then, with an expression that made it seem like the most natural thing in the world, Baek Seolah reached out with both arms—to wrap them around my neck.
Her eyes gently closed.
Her lips slightly parted.
And like that.
Chu.