Pure(?) Love Date
Hey... hold on just a little longer, Junior. Throb!
After that short conversation between my inner self and Junior ended, I finally reached out toward the sanctuary right in front of me. Seven years of pent-up longing. The place that had ruled my chuunibyou phase, decided the entire direction of my lust, and served as the final destination for every fantasy I’d ever had. The instant my fingertips touched Noona’s bare breast for the first time, a shudder ran through my whole body.
Crazy… It was so much softer, warmer, and heavier than I’d imagined. The texture was like a perfectly ripe peach fused with the finest whipped cream. When I cupped it fully in my palm, the overwhelming volume spilled between my fingers. Was this… was this actually real?
At my reverent touch, Noona’s body quivered. She held her breath, head bowed low, completely at a loss. That sight snapped the last thread of my sanity. I couldn’t hold back anymore. With a pious heart, I nestled my cock between her breasts.
“Noona… press your breasts together for me.”
My trembling voice made her hesitate, but she eventually used her own shaky hands to gather them. A deep, soft valley appeared that hadn’t existed before—the perfect cradle for men. I made her move her breasts herself. The pleasure was on another level from simply holding them. Warmth, softness, and elasticity wrapped around me all at once.
This is… this is a revolution! Humanity’s greatest advancement! Just as I thought, the Kama Sutra wasn’t obscene spring pictures—it was proof of a monumental discovery!
Every time Noona moved, her massive peaks swayed obscenely up and down in waves. The sight was more than enough to paralyze my brain.
What the hell is this jiggling… This isn’t just a lump of fat. It’s clearly a living creature. Maybe some lewd slime monster that’s devouring my Junior?
I cheered inside my head. Noona couldn’t lift her face, overwhelmed by the hot, hard pressure against her breasts and my ragged breathing. Seeing her adorable reactions, I finally lost control and came all over her chest. Then I noticed the white traces I’d left in her cleavage.
In the past I would have bolted from the room immediately. But today—no, from now on—I couldn’t do that. I pulled out a few tissues and wiped her breasts with extreme care while she sat there in a daze. Like a master craftsman polishing a priceless vase, determined to leave behind not a single speck of impurity.
At my clumsy but gentle touch, Noona shrank her shoulders in embarrassment. After I finished cleaning her up, I stroked her lowered head one more time.
“…Thank you, Noona. And… I’m sorry.”
At my apology she lifted her head just enough to look at me. Her eyes were filled with confusion. I quietly got dressed and left the room. Left alone, Noona probably spent the night unable to sleep, replaying the faint warmth I’d left on her skin and the way my attitude had clearly changed.
The next morning we ran into each other in the kitchen. The atmosphere was awkward on a historic scale. We couldn’t even make eye contact, both of us staring down at our cereal bowls. The sound of spoons clinking against ceramic felt mortifying.
I broke the silence first.
“…Noona, want to watch a movie after lunch?”
She hesitated for a second, then gave the tiniest nod. When lunchtime arrived I opened the delivery app on my phone and showed it to her as promised.
“Noona, what do you want? Chicken? Pizza? Or that tteokbokki you mentioned yesterday?”
She glanced at the screen and answered in a tiny voice.
“…Chicken.”
In the end we ordered fried chicken, seasoned chicken, and an entire pizza—basically a full-blown party spread. A little later we carried all the food into Noona’s room. I set the laptop on the desk, spread a soft blanket across the floor, and turned the corner into our own private movie theater.
We sat side by side on the blanket and started the film. The genre was, of course, the romance comedy Noona loved. At first we kept an awkward hand-width of space between us, but as we got absorbed in the story the distance slowly, almost shyly, began to shrink.
To be honest I barely paid attention to the movie. Every nerve in my body was tuned to the girl sitting right beside me—her profile lit by the screen, those long lashes, the slight part of her lips. I spent more time stealing glances at her than watching the actual film.
When the male lead pulled a ridiculous face, Noona let out a small “Pfft—” of laughter. My heart dropped like a stone. It was the first time in seven years I’d seen her smile with genuine joy.
…She looks even prettier when she smiles.
I stared at her in a daze. Right then her hand brushed against mine as she reached for more chicken.
“Ah!”
“Whoa!”
We both flinched and yanked our hands back. The room felt louder with the sound of our heartbeats than with the movie itself.
A stretch of time without any sexual acts. Just two people exchanging raw emotion. That moment felt more thrilling and sweet than any secret night rendezvous we’d ever had.
The movie ended and the credits rolled. A warm, satisfied afterglow lingered in the room.
This feels good… Just sitting together like this is enough. I don’t want this moment to end.
Not wanting to leave, I impulsively made another suggestion. While pretending to clean up the leftover food, I rubbed my neck and said,
“Ah… I stared at the screen too hard. My neck’s killing me.”
I glanced at her carefully and asked, as gently as I could,
“Hey, Noona… could I borrow your lap for a minute?”
“M-my lap?”
Noona froze completely at the words “lap pillow,” something she’d only ever seen in web novels. This was on a completely different level from the previous sexual “services”—it was an act that symbolized real intimacy between lovers.
I didn’t wait for her answer. I simply laid my head on her lap as naturally as if I’d done it a thousand times. Her whole body went rigid. The sensation of my hair against her soft thighs was startlingly new and electric.
From where I lay, I had an unobstructed view of her flustered face and those enormous breasts. Beneath the thin t-shirt they rose and fell gently with every breath.
Like I was possessed, I reached up and started fondling them. The words slipped out before I could stop them.
“As expected… Noona’s breasts are national-treasure level. No, they should be registered as a UNESCO World Heritage Site. This softness, this elasticity… science can’t explain it.”
My random outburst made her face burn even redder.
Fuck. I’m screwed. This stupid mouth… couldn’t keep it shut…
If I let the awkwardness win now, I’d never get any closer. So I kept going. I gently lifted the hem of her stretched t-shirt. Beneath it were her bare, perfect breasts with nothing covering them.
Holy shit! I knew it—Noona really is a lewd bitch!!
She’d been braless the whole time while watching a movie alone with me in broad daylight. This was blatant seduction.
I cheered silently as I pressed my lips to one peak, licked the small, stiff nub with my tongue, and gently sucked it between my lips.
“Hiiik…! Hngh…”
A tiny moan escaped her. The wet heat on her breast made her body tremble, but she didn’t push me away. Instead her hands hovered in the air, lost, as if they wanted to cradle my head but couldn’t find the courage.
While still sucking on her breast I asked,
“Noona… your hand…”
I took her hand and guided it to my throbbing cock. With my head still resting against her chest, she began to stroke me. She was getting pretty good at it now—smooth strokes up and down, occasionally brushing the sensitive tip with her fingertips.
In this insanely arousing, immoral situation, I finally exploded. A huge load flew farther than I expected, arcing through the air. Some of it landed with a soft plop right beside her lips.
“…!”
Noona stared blankly at the white fluid on her face for a second, then unconsciously flicked out her tongue and licked it clean.
“…”
“…Ah!”
The moment she realized what she’d done, her face went deathly pale. But the sight made my spent cock twitch and rise again like an enraged dragon.
I gently cupped her chin and turned her face toward me. Doing my best to steady my pounding heart, I asked in the softest voice I could manage.
“Noona.”
“…Y-yes?”
“Want to… try sucking it once?”
At my shocking suggestion her eyes widened. There was no fear or disgust in them—only pure curiosity about the mysterious thing she had just tasted.
Without a word, slowly—very slowly—Noona lowered her head and brought her lips toward my still-burning cock.