Chapter 32
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 32
Chapter Title: Bra or Panties?
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Bra or panties?
One of the two had to be chosen.
It was incredibly tough to pick. There was no dilemma quite like this one.
In the end, Jin-seong gave up on deciding.
[Inner Thoughts: Panties... a little... too embarrassing to show......]
[Inner Thoughts: The bra... embarrassing too... but better than panties......]
[Inner Thoughts: I hope oppa sees my underwear... and uses it as fap material.]
He peeked into Park Ha-yeon's inner thoughts.
He had peeked specifically to gauge her intentions and go along with them.
Park Ha-yeon wanted to show her bra rather than her panties.
"Up top. Show me your bra."
"You want to see my bra?"
"Yeah. I do."
"Got it. Just for you, oppa. Special service."
Park Ha-yeon was wearing an ivory button-up blouse.
A bust large for her frame. Buttons that looked ready to burst.
Park Ha-yeon glanced down at her chest and hurriedly undid one button.
Pop.
The blouse parted slightly, revealing a glimpse of her secret cleavage.
Pop.
Another button undone, and her cleavage showed more blatantly.
Pop.
With three buttons loose, her pale skin and the tops of her breasts came into view.
Pop.
All buttons undone, blouse pulled back—her underwear and figure were laid bare.
"What do you think?"
Park Ha-yeon asked.
"......"
But Jin-seong couldn't respond.
A woman in just her bra was something he'd only seen in porn.
Seeing it in real life up close left him dumbfounded.
[Inner Thoughts: Oppa’s stare is so lecherous. His eyes are way too obvious.]
[Inner Thoughts: He's getting turned on seeing my underwear... my body...]
[Inner Thoughts: Haah... he'll use it as fap material imagining my body, right?]
Park Ha-yeon's breathing grew ragged. She pressed her thighs together.
"You're the first guy to see my underwear, oppa."
"...Fuck, it's so hot."
"Hot? What's hot? The underwear? Or my figure?"
"Both. Both are so hot. The underwear and your body—insanely hot."
The word "hot."
It might have felt offensive in normal times.
But hearing it in this steamy situation, in her aroused state...
"Haah......"
She was thrilled. Her excitement surged. She felt like a pot boiling over with heat.
"Ha-yeon, it's kinda far—I can't see well. Mind if I take a closer look?"
"Closer?"
"Yeah. I wanna see up close. Your underwear, in detail."
"It's embarrassing......"
Park Ha-yeon trailed off.
Nod.
"Okay."
She nodded right away.
Permission granted.
Jin-seong slid into the seat beside her. Pressed close, he gazed at her chest.
The bra was black, embroidered with rose patterns. Her cleavage was brazenly on display.
At least a C-cup, it seemed.
"......"
So close. His stare so blatant. Embarrassed, Park Ha-yeon hunched her shoulders.
"It's pretty."
"Pretty?"
"Yeah. Really pretty."
Park Ha-yeon's eyes trembled. Joy and arousal mixed within.
Today, that one word "pretty" taught her so many feelings.
It made her happy. It made her heart flutter. And it set her body aflame.
'I can't hold back anymore.'
Jin-seong's patience reached its limit.
He reached out.
His palms gently settled on Park Ha-yeon's breasts.
Flinch.
She trembled.
Squeeze.
Her eyes shut tight.
Silent permission.
No resistance. Eyes closed. A signal that touching her breasts was okay.
Gulp.
Jin-seong applied pressure. The bra and breasts deformed under his hands.
The soft fabric. The plump, squishy, jiggly feel of her breasts.
Squish. Squish. Squish.
Squish. Squish. Squish.
His touch was gentle. As careful as possible. Mindful not to startle or hurt her.
"Haah......"
Park Ha-yeon let out an excited breath.
Fresh fruit scent from her hair. Subtle perfume from her body. Alcohol from her breath.
The three scents mingled, tickling his nose—not sickening, but sweetly feminine.
'More. I want to see more.'
Seeing Park Ha-yeon's underwear was pure joy.
Touching her breasts was bliss.
A virgin touching a beauty's breasts? Historic.
But.
But.
But it wasn't enough.
'More. I want to go further.'
Jin-seong couldn't stop here.
He mustered courage—or rather, couldn't suppress his desire. He pinched the edge of her bra and gently lifted it.
Her intimate flesh was revealed to the world.
"Whoa......"
Big. Not C-cup. At least D.
Beautiful. Teardrop-shaped, defying gravity.
Pretty. Milky pale. Unbelievably white skin.
And hot. Nipples like pale cherry blossoms.
Light pink.
"Ha... fuck... so goddamn pretty......"
"Pretty? Makes you curse?"
"Yeah, really... whoa, insanely pretty."
As he answered, Jin-seong gripped her breasts.
Indeed!!!
A hundred times better than over the bra.
Squish. Squish.
So soft. Jiggly.
Squish. Squish.
Springy. Chewy.
Squish. Squish.
Her breasts changed shape constantly.
Flattened, crumpled, then bounced back.
"Haah......"
Squish. Squish. Squish.
"Haah......"
Squish. Squish. Squish.
"Haah......"
Park Ha-yeon, eyes closed, let out soft, aroused, excited moans.
Her breaths sounded so lewd, so lascivious.
He stopped kneading.
Gently rubbed her nipple with his index finger.
"Ah!"
The nipple, on the verge of swelling, bloomed fully.
Hard. Puffed up.
Park Ha-yeon arched her back. Rubbed her clenched thighs together.
"Stop......"
She pulled back, grabbing his arm.
Any more nipple play, and she'd lose her mind.
Their eyes met.
"Oppa... how was my bra...?"
"So pretty. So hot."
"And my body...? My breasts...?"
"Hot and the best. Looked delicious."
"Pfft, what? Not delicious, but looked delicious?"
"Haven't tasted them yet?"
Park Ha-yeon curled her lips up.
His assessment embarrassed her, but satisfied her too.
"Wanna taste my breasts?"
"Yeah."
"Ha... Special... only for you, oppa?"
"Yeah. Thanks."
Park Ha-yeon lowered her arms. Offered her chest to him.
Jin-seong's arm wrapped her waist. He buried his face in her breasts, his free hand claiming the right one.
Sniff.
A faint floral scent from her body. Her natural aroma mixed with it, stirring him lewdly.
Lick.
He licked her nipple. It was incredibly tasty—not like food, but the act itself was delicious.
Licked and sucked.
Lick. Suck. Lick. Nibble. Lick. Suck suck.
'Unbelievable. Me sucking Park Ha-yeon's nipple.'
Squish. Squish. Squish.
'Can't believe it. Me groping Park Ha-yeon's tits.'
He kneaded them like dough.
'Is this real? Me doing something this naughty with a woman?'
He licked fervently. Licked her nipple like candy till it wore down.
Sucked greedily, as if to pull it off.
"Hng... how is it...? Tasty...?"
"The best. Delicious."
"Taste as much as you want."
As much as he wanted?!
Was this heaven? Was Park Ha-yeon an angel?
"Thanks for the meal."
"Haah......"
The izakaya food was good.
'Ha-yeon's tits were really tasty.'
He'd sampled Park Ha-yeon's breasts for over ten minutes at the izakaya.
Born with a spicy tongue, women's breasts tasted very sweet.
'Too bad. Wanted to taste down below too......'
He smacked his lips.
Regrettably, she'd only allowed up to her breasts.
When he'd stroked her thigh, she'd refused, saying no touching there.
"Piggy."
Park Ha-yeon emerged from the bathroom after freshening up.
Her nickname had shifted from "oppa" to "piggy" sometime along the way.
Her dazed eyes and disheveled clothes were back to normal.
"Piggy, why the long face?"
"Kinda disappointed."
"Why? What about?"
"......"
He worked his lips.
Couldn't say outright, "Sad I didn't get to eat your pussy."
"Is it 'cause you didn't get to see down below?"
Nod.
"Wanna see my panties?"
Nod.
Park Ha-yeon scanned around. Only cars passing—no one else.
She whispered softly.
"Wanna see?"
His words caught in his throat.
[Inner Thoughts: Idiot. Letting you suck my tits took so much courage already.]
[Inner Thoughts: Total idiot. Can't have our first time in a restaurant, duh?]
[Inner Thoughts: Want our first time somewhere cozy and quiet.]
He forgot to breathe.
Snapped out of it.
"Ha-yeon."
"Yeah?"
"Let's stay together tonight."
"......"
He grabbed her hand.
"What does that mean?"
"Spend the whole night together."
"...Idiot."
Park Ha-yeon's face flushed.
"Hold on."
She picked up her phone.
"Dad, gonna hang out with a friend all night, so I'll be home late."
- Have fun.
"Yeah, you too—don't overdo it, take it easy."
- Not with some guy, right?
"......!!"
- Gotta go, customer here.
Call ended.
Their gazes met in the air.
They walked in silence.
They booked a nearby hotel room. 87,000 won a night.
The price didn't register.
'Insane. Real life? Me at a hotel with Park Ha-yeon?!'
Honestly, even after the shellfish, he'd never imagined things getting this naughty.
'Is it my birthday? Ate shellfish at the joint, now gonna eat Ha-yeon's at the hotel?!'
Into the room. Door shut. Bright lights on.
Jin-seong eyed Park Ha-yeon up and down as she took off her shoes.
From head to toe, not a single unflattering spot.
Foxy face, slender build, beige coat, ivory blouse, navy slacks. The sneakers he'd gifted her.
"Kyaa?!"
Park Ha-yeon startled.
Midway through removing her sneakers—one off, one on. Then Jin-seong pounced. Hugged her waist crushingly tight.
Their lips met.