Imprint #024
"I-is this enough?"
Yi Cho-rin, who had been fidgeting busily with her back turned, cautiously turned toward Gaon. Every button was undone except for the hem tucked into her skirt. The embodiment of motherhood—encased in provocative black lingerie that matched her panties—struck Gaon with profound impact. His heart thundered in sync with the rhythmic swell and ebb of her breasts, rising and falling with each breath. But this wasn't enough to satisfy him. Humans were creatures who always craved more; once seated, they yearned to lie down. Having glimpsed them wrapped in her bra, he now hungered for the sight of them completely bare.
Gaon tore his gaze from her chest, gripped his cock firmly once, then spoke to her.
"Not yet. Could you show me your bare breasts? It feels like all the blood rushing below is leaking out to the side."
His words were half-truth, half-lie. It wasn't that the gash on his side was killing his arousal, but blood really was seeping out. With his mana reserves still too low, he couldn't staunch such a serious wound on his own.
Yi Cho-rin pressed her lips tight, squeezed her eyes shut, then exhaled a trembling breath as she moved her hands. For whatever stubborn reason, she kept the dress shirt draped over her shoulders and simply slipped her arms inside, wriggling to remove her bra. She unhooked it, slid her arms free, then quickly cupped her breasts with her forearms to hide her nipples before kneeling before Gaon and setting the lingerie aside.
"I'm only showing you this because I have no choice. You get that, right? I just... I don't want you to die."
"I know. And I'm grateful."
"Ughhh..."
Yi Cho-rin's face flushed crimson, as if it might burst, and she lowered her arms from her chest.
"Mm...!"
Beautiful. The word slipped out instinctively. Yi Cho-rin's breasts boasted an overwhelming allure. Compressed by her arms, they sprang free with elastic vigor, jiggling this way and that. Gaon's cock twitched in sympathy, heaving wildly. The shaft, which had held a steady 45-degree angle, shot straight up to 90 degrees, veins bulging as it slapped against his navel. Her body jolted at the raw, vigorous response. That tiny motion set her breasts quivering again, leaving trails of soft pink afterimages in the air. They swayed in circles upward, then dropped to collide with a ripple that spread outward. At their peaks, her nipples stood stiff and erect. She must have gotten a little aroused herself from his throbbing cock. Even the mental fortitude honed in a ruined world failed her now. Gaon swallowed hard.
"G-Gaon... shall I... start?"
"Yes. Please."
Yi Cho-rin reached out and grasped his cock. She rubbed her thumb over the slit, smearing the precum across the entire glans, then cupped her palm around it and stroked downward smoothly before shaking the now-slick shaft. Pleasure tingled through his brain, but Gaon's eyes remained locked on her breasts. Pushed forward by her arms, they bounced up and down in time with her hand's motions. Blood rushed to her pale pink nipples, turning them red and making them quiver—a sight that fanned the flames of any man's desire. Gaon felt parched. The heat intensified whenever her hand paused. He could have cum just from staring, or so he'd thought. His arousal spiked, but dissatisfaction mounted alongside it. He didn't just want to look—he wanted to touch. To seize that flour-dusted white flesh, so soft like glutinous rice cakes, and suck those fresh cherry nipples like a babe. And ultimately, to wedge his cock between them and thrust wildly. But reality offered only the caress of her hand, breeding a gnawing sense of deprivation. Yi Cho-rin had mustered tremendous resolve just to bare her breasts, yet his selfishness left him unsatisfied. Still, his body responded faithfully. After about five minutes, the telltale signal built in his shaft. Staring blankly at her chest while receiving this treatment was plenty to push him over the edge.
"Yi Cho-rin. I'm about to cum."
"Mmph...!"
The moment the words left him, Yi Cho-rin bowed her head and took the glans into her mouth. She shook her head vigorously, sucking noisily and drawing at the slit. With each bob, her naturally pendulous breasts swung downward under gravity, rubbing against his thighs. By cruel coincidence, a stiff nipple grazed the torn denim of his jeans through the blade's gash. The friction against his raw wound sparked sharp pain. It hurt, but it felt good. Gaon wasn't a masochist by any means, but he couldn't deny the fact. It was the most vivid, excruciating stimulation he'd ever known.
"Nghhh!"
Splat! Splurt—
His semen erupted, and Yi Cho-rin shook her head harder, sucking deep to draw out every last drop. The intense suction pulled it all out in seconds. Once he finished, she released his cock and worked her mouth. As always these past few days, she chewed the load thoroughly before swallowing it down.
"Gaon, mind if I touch your side? Bear with the pain."
"Of course."
Yi Cho-rin closed her eyes in concentration for a moment, then placed her hand on his flank with permission. As she murmured "Bestow," her mana glowed, regenerating the flesh. But the wound now was on another level from before—not a mere split, but a chunk torn away. Healing it demanded more than patching skin; it required creating tissue from near-nothing, a process that would normally take ages. The cost was immense.
"Ah! M-mana..."
The wound half-closed and the pain eased, but her mana flickered out. Yi Cho-rin let out a regretful sigh, furrowing her brow. She looked up and met Gaon's eyes. One round wasn't enough for full recovery. So what now? Obviously, more semen. Gaon nodded subtly, and with a sigh, Yi Cho-rin gripped his cock again. The paused act resumed. Squish! Squish! Her hand pumped rhythmically, coaxing pleasure. She pressed her thumb upright, stroking the base on the upstroke and pressing firmly into the slit for double stimulation. Her technique had improved. She'd learned when he felt it strongest and applied it. She had real talent for sex. The problem? He'd already cum once, dulling his sensitivity. Right after climax, continued stimulation might have heightened the nerves, but time had passed. His muted response undermined even the point of her baring her breasts. Five minutes, ten, twenty. As time dragged, her gaze flicked shorter between his face and cock. Finally, she bit her lip hard and stopped.
"Gaon. Still not? It's getting late. You need rest."
"...Sorry. After cumming once, my sensitivity's dulled. It's not hitting right."
"What do we do then?"
This impasse stemmed partly from his deadened nerves, but mainly from repetitive hand stimulation. To fix it, something else was needed... Would she accept it? Gaon met her eyes steadily, then slowly glanced downward at his lower body. Following his gaze to her own crotch, Yi Cho-rin's eyes widened, her already flushed face burning deeper—spreading from cheeks to neck.
"W-where are you looking?!"
"But that's all we have left. Mouth or breasts could work too... though without technique, they're less pleasurable than hands."
"B-but..."
Sex? Actual sex? Was that even a sane suggestion? She'd already steeled herself to bare her breasts—now her pussy too? Absurd. Yi Cho-rin shook her head furiously. They'd passed the crisis with one heal. Did she really need to offer her virginity? Better to rest, recover mana naturally. Yet she couldn't refuse outright. They'd merely stabilized; a fist-sized hole still gaped in his side. Was stubbornness wise? He'd saved her countless times—today alone, without him, she'd have been dragged off as a plaything, dying under lecherous men day by day. She might have even suicided in despair. Could she abandon the man who'd fought to protect her? Virginity be damned! Was a first time worth more than life?
No.
Yi Cho-rin denied it firmly and looked at Gaon. He endured the pain silently, respecting her choice. In this brutal world, could she find a better ally? Refusing might crack their trust. How could he rely on a woman who'd deny her body when his life hung in the balance? Even she'd be disappointed in such a woman. So accept it. That was her resolve. Not just to preserve their bond.
If it's Gaon... it'll be okay.
Imagining sex with him didn't feel bad. Unfamiliar, terrifying—but bearable with his consideration. A first time with Gaon wasn't the worst.
Her heart pounded so loud she feared he'd hear; she clamped her mouth shut and swallowed. "Got it. Just this once."
"Of course. Thank you for allowing it."
"Then don't get hurt next time."
Yi Cho-rin replied curtly to hide her embarrassment and stood. Whoosh—a pleasant summer breeze swirled, lifting her skirt. The torn fabric fluttered, revealing thighs clad in stockings. Should she remove them? Pointless rags anyway. She tore at the crotch. Rip rip—pure white skin emerged. Seeing her panties still covering her mound, she exhaled in relief.
Thanks, Mom.
Her mother had always warned her about men. But not to live alone forever. That's why she'd shoved her toward a blind date with her mom's friend's son—wearing this very lingerie. She'd been dragged here en route. Back then, she'd wondered at the slutty choice; now, she was grateful. At least he wouldn't find her lacking. Though she hated seeming lewd, Gaon wouldn't judge.
"Gaon. Forgive the weird look."
"Doesn't look weird to me."
"Pfft! What if it does later?"
"It won't."
His confident tone eased her tension. Funny, saying that without even seeing. Yi Cho-rin took a final deep breath and pulled her panties aside, baring her pussy.