Chapter 183: Cheon Yeo-wool (1)[R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 183: Cheon Yeo-wool (1)[R-18]
Clatter, clatter.
“……”
“……”
Only the sound of clashing tableware echoed in the kitchen.
We were eating in silence.
Unable to believe Cheon Yeo-wool’s words, I had ended up searching the entire penthouse before we started eating.
But it was true.
No one was there.
Kang A-rin was working overtime at the Maengju building.
Yu Hana’s door was firmly shut.
Even Yoon Chae-ha’s and Ha Sion’s rooms.
As if by arrangement, only she and I remained in the penthouse.
“...Is it any good?”
Cheon Yeo-wool, sitting across from me, broke my silence.
“...Yeah.”
She cut a piece of the steak I had cooked, speared it with her fork, and offered it to me.
I accepted the piece of meat she offered without a second thought.
“Looks delicious.”
And Cheon Yeo-wool smiled, looking at me.
“...You’re eating too, aren’t you?”
“No.”
Cheon Yeo-wool’s blue eyes glinted dangerously.
“I’m not talking about the meat.”
“……”
The meal continued like that.
After we finished the last bite, we set down our utensils.
I did the dishes while Cheon Yeo-wool cleared and wiped the table. Strangely, our rhythm was perfect. Like a newlywed couple.
After finishing the dishes, I cut up some fruit for dessert. By then, it was already past five in the afternoon.
It was an awkward time, somewhere between lunch and dinner. I figured we could just call it an early dinner.
Sitting side-by-side on the sofa, she chattered away while nibbling on the apple I’d cut for her.
“Being like this... it really feels like we're newlyweds.”
I couldn’t deny it.
“I know.”
I nodded.
Outside the window, a red sunset was falling.
We were the only two in the penthouse living room.
The sun had set, and we’d eaten.
It really felt like it was time to go to bed. I should probably send Cheon Yeo-wool back to her room soon…
“Well, it’s about time…”
Just as I was about to speak.
“...Do you remember?”
Cheon Yeo-wool spoke first.
“What?”
“That time I won the bet and got a Wish Ticket. I still haven’t used it.”
“Ah.”
Right.
The Wish Ticket.
There was that.
She slowly moved closer to me on the sofa. Then she whispered in my ear, her voice sweet.
“I’m using it tonight.”
“……”
“Let’s sleep together.”
I didn’t answer.
I understood perfectly.
I knew what Cheon Yeo-wool meant.
For her to be this blatant... rejecting her now wouldn’t be the right thing to do.
Of course, I had no intention of refusing anyway.
I shook my head.
“No.”
“Ah… okay… Are you really tired? I’m sorry…”
At my firm refusal, Cheon Yeo-wool’s voice instantly deflated.
That wasn’t it.
I grabbed her wrist, tight enough that she couldn’t escape.
“Huh? Huh?!”
“I said, let’s sleep together.”
I pulled Cheon Yeo-wool to her feet.
“Follow me.”
I dragged the bewildered and flustered girl straight into my room—the master bedroom.
And then.
I locked the door firmly behind us.
“Have a seat.”
I sat Cheon Yeo-wool down on the bed.
She followed my touch like a doll, without any resistance.
I sat down next to her.
There would be no waking up to the chirping of birds and the morning sun tomorrow.
“……”
“……”
From the moment she entered the room, I could feel her sneaking glances at me, trying to read my expression.
Her usual boldness was nowhere to be seen; all that remained was a cat that had caused trouble and was now awaiting its master’s judgment.
She was probably wondering, Should I be the one to start?
But I wasn’t hesitating.
How should I do this?
I was contemplating how to handle her.
Cheon Yeo-wool was inexperienced in this. And I felt it was my duty to make her first night unforgettable.
“Um… Hae-in…”
Just then, Cheon Yeo-wool finally broke the silence.
Instead of answering, I cupped the back of her head and covered her lips with mine.
For a moment, her eyes widened. Then, she instinctively tried to close them.
“Open your eyes.”
At my low command, her eyelashes trembled.
I gently sucked on her lower lip. And when her upper lip timidly came to meet it, I covered them both completely.
I pushed my tongue inside, exploring her mouth.
Her tongue, which had resisted in surprise at first, slowly relaxed and gently accepted mine.
“Hah… heh…”
As if in praise, I gently sucked on her tongue.
At the gentle movement, Cheon Yeo-wool’s eyes widened again.
“Heup…”
Her wet eyes gazed at me.
I didn’t stop.
Even if we were short of breath, I could just breathe the air left in her mouth.
“Hnnngh…”
I could feel her head growing limp in my hand.
Her body went slack, her focus lost as she stared blankly into space.
At some point, her hands had wrapped tightly around my back.
“Heh… hah… hngh…”
Only when her body had gone completely limp and she was letting out nothing but instinctive moans did I finally break the kiss.
With a final, wet sound.
“Beh…”
A long, viscous thread of saliva stretched between my lips and hers.
Looking into her eyes, completely glazed over with pleasure, I kissed her once more.
Cheon Yeo-wool’s lips were hot and swollen, and now she accepted everything from me without resistance.
I held her chin, tilting her head to change the angle, and delved deep once more.
As I entangled our tongues and swept the inside of her mouth, I felt her body tremble faintly.
“Hahh… hngh… uungh…”
I moved my lips to the nape of her neck.
Her dizzying scent further paralyzed my reason.
“Hngh… Ah, Hae-in…” she whispered imploringly, her hand gripping my thigh.
“You didn’t come here just to sleep, did you?”
I pulled away from her and looked straight into her blue eyes, dazed with pleasure.
“But you can’t go back now.”
I can’t hold back.
It’s too late to cry and beg.
I grabbed her by the waist and gently lifted her up.
She stood up obediently, as if ready to accept everything from me.
I slowly slid down the soft shorts Cheon Yeo-wool was wearing.
“Hnngh…”
A hot breath escaped her lips.
Cheon Yeo-wool’s most private part was revealed before my eyes.
It was already slick and wet with clear, transparent love juice from our prolonged kiss.
Even if I did nothing, the sticky fluid trickled down her smooth, white thighs and onto the bedsheets.
I reached out a finger toward the sensitive, delicate bud at its center, which seemed to be hiding shyly while still asserting its presence.
Tap.
“Ah…! Ang!”
The moment my fingertip touched her most sensitive spot, her back arched and she let out a sharp cry.
Enjoying her reaction, I began to slowly caress the moist bud.
“Ah…! Ah… that feels good… Hauk… Hnnngh!”
Cheon Yeo-wool bent forward at the waist, clawing at the bedsheets as she tried to escape the pleasure.
But I held her slender waist firmly, not letting her get away.
And with my other hand, I stroked her clit relentlessly.
In circles, up and down, then pressing lightly again.
Cheon Yeo-wool’s body reacted violently to my every touch.
Finally.
“Ah…! Hae-in! Please… no… Hauk! Hnngh!”
In that moment, her body stiffened and began to convulse.
A clear, transparent liquid, much hotter than before, gushed onto my palm.
Gush… gush…
Using the hot liquid as a lubricant, I moved my fingers to her wet slit.
And slowly caressed her.
“Good girl.”
I praised her, whispering in the ear of the girl who was completely steeped in pleasure and panting for breath.
“Yes…”
With glazed eyes, Cheon Yeo-wool could do nothing more than answer.
I was about to push her body into even deeper pleasure.
The moment my fingers headed for her hot slit again.
“W-wait…!”
She grabbed my arm, her voice on the verge of tears.
“W-wait a second, I, I want to do something for you, too…”
As if she felt she would really lose her mind if this continued, Cheon Yeo-wool urgently gripped my arm.
I chuckled and nodded.
“What is it?”
I gave her permission.
With trembling hands, Cheon Yeo-wool took off my shirt.
Then she unbuckled my pants… and lowered the zipper.
Pop.
My member sprang out as if it had been waiting.
It brushed against Cheon Yeo-wool’s forehead.
Her eyes widened more than I’d ever seen them.
She swallowed hard, staring at the pillar in front of her.
“Ah…”
“What?”
Startled by my question, she shook her head.
“N-no… it’s just… I was a little surprised…”
She hesitated for a moment, then, as if having made up her mind, she had me stand up.
Then she closed her legs.
And she guided my member between her smooth, white thighs.
Slide… slide…
“Ah… haah…”
Slide… slide…
Cheon Yeo-wool began to move her hips back and forth, rubbing my shaft with her soft thighs and wet slit.
The act known as sumata.
The whole time she moved her hips, she pressed her body close to mine, letting out hot breaths.
The space between Cheon Yeo-wool’s thighs was slick with her overflowing love juice.
Every time she moved her hips, a wet, obscene sound echoed through the room.
“Hnngh… Hae-in… haaah… Does it… feel good?”
She asked, looking up at me with eyes wet with pleasure.
It seemed she’d chosen this because she could control the tempo, and because she wanted to do something for me, too.
“Ugh…”
A soft, tantalizing pleasure spread through me as well.
Finding her efforts endearing, I kissed her on the forehead.
“Ah…”
Cheon Yeo-wool closed her eyes, looking pleased.
As I was receiving Cheon Yeo-wool’s service with my entire body…
“Hah… heuk…”
Cheon Yeo-wool’s breathing grew rougher.
Her slit, too, must have been accumulating stimulation from my heat, as it grew redder and swelled plumply.
And Cheon Yeo-wool’s legs began to tremble.
“Hnngh… haah… Hae-in, w-wait…”
She could barely speak, her voice choked with tears.
She had started this service herself, but it seemed she wouldn’t be able to end it on her own terms.
It seemed right for me to be the one to finish it.
I grabbed Cheon Yeo-wool’s swaying body, holding her firmly in place.
Then, with my thumb, I roughly ground her clitoris, which was now even redder and more swollen than before, jutting out prominently.
“AH!! Haak!!”
Her eyes flew open at the unexpected, direct pleasure, and she screamed, her nails digging into my back.
“Are you going to move?”
“Ah… ah… yes… hngh…”
She let out a sharp gasp, and as if answering my question, she began to mechanically rock her hips back and forth.
The direct stimulation of her clitoris from above, and the accumulating friction from my hot shaft below.
Cheon Yeo-wool’s eyes grew more and more unfocused.
Finally.
“Haaah!! Ah, ang! Aah! I’m… I’m com… Hnngh…!”
Gush, gush.
Her entire body stiffened and convulsed.
From between her white thighs, a hot, thick love juice gushed out, drenching my lower abdomen and clothes.
All her strength gone, Cheon Yeo-wool leaned against my body, panting heavily.
“Good girl.”
I stroked her head once more.
I held her and gently laid her down on the bed.
Cheon Yeo-wool looked at me with a flushed, blissful smile.
Tonight… is going to be long.