While You Sleep
Having a sleeping woman completely at my mercy. Was there anything that felt better than that?
I'd always wanted to try it at least once—the thrill of conquering a woman who couldn't even resist.
Originally, it had been a bucket list item I'd reserved for Hyojin, but what did that matter? This would serve as a dress rehearsal just as well.
Of course, she'd probably wake up somewhere along the way. That would be part of the entertainment, too.
I began carefully peeling off my stab-proof gear. Naturally, in the silence, every little sound seemed amplified. Even to my own ears, I was making far too much noise.
"…She's not waking up?"
And yet, astonishingly, she didn't stir. It couldn't have been more than thirty minutes since I'd first spotted her from a distance.
She'd fallen asleep that quickly—and not a light doze, either. She'd gone straight under, deep.
Thinking back, the medicine packet I'd seen in the living room made it easy to guess: sleeping pills.
Even better.
Once that settled into place in my mind, my hands grew bolder.
That body, breathing soft and even in sleep—a body I'd only ever seen on television dramas and news broadcasts—was now mine to do with as I pleased.
That's right. Right now, I was the master. From this moment on, and forever after.
I drew the blanket back as carefully as I could, and the scene that unfolded before me might as well have been lifted from a film.
Lee Soyeon was wearing a navy slip dress.
Comfortable enough for sleep, and from the perspective of someone about to take her, ideal—easy to access, easy to touch.
The hem rode high on her thighs; her underarms were bare and exposed. And her breasts—neither excessive nor small—gave the defenseless dress a balanced, natural volume.
An overall well-proportioned, slender body. Calling her chest neither large nor small undersold it a little; it was fuller than expected, set on a frame that was thoroughly well-made.
So this was what it looked like in person—the refined, gracefully aged beauty I'd only ever watched on screen. And this body was mine now.
My hand drifted toward her chest of its own accord. Through the thin fabric of the slip, her nipples stood out in small, clear points.
No bra.
Well—women said they skipped it at home when they wanted to be comfortable.
That saved me the trouble of taking one off.
At last, my hand began to move over a celebrity's body—over her breasts.
The moment my fingers closed around their target, a sharp jolt of pleasure ran through me.
Soft.
That yielding, pliant flesh filled my palm. I wanted to grab and shake her roughly, but that would wake her, so I stroked instead—slow, careful caresses down the curve of her breast.
One fingertip found the raised peak at the center and worked it gently. The texture was exquisite. My focus narrowed there without thinking, and my heart felt ready to burst.
What was happening under my clothes was no different.
It was screaming to taste her right then and there—whispering that I should just take this body hard and finish it.
Calm down. You think you can just devour her already? Take it slow.
Besides, if she was going to take me, she'd need warming up first.
So I did it by the book: one hand on her breast, the other sliding down toward her lower body.
My fingers slipped naturally beneath the hem of the slip dress, trailing over the soft skin of her thigh.
Every touch brought a flicker of worry that she might wake—but I reached her center without incident.
My fingers moved inward with practiced precision, hunting for their mark.
Even when my life had been miserable, I'd never gone without a girlfriend. I knew exactly where to press, how to torment, how to make a body answer.
Even asleep, the flesh responds to stimulation. As proof, look at the breast I'd been working for so long—the fabric of the dress was visibly tented now, the swollen peak only stoking my hunger further.
At the same time, my other hand was busy at Lee Soyeon's lower abdomen.
I began exploring inside her while my index finger worked the sensitive bud above.
Arousing her without her consent, without her consciousness. For a man, that was conquest-lust at its purest peak.
"!"
Sensation began to bloom under my fingertip.
I pressed my face into her chest.
I tugged the thin straps down, and those firm, full breasts stood bare and proud—mine to claim.
I set my tongue to them and began to savor. A pleasant scent rose from her skin, proof of meticulous body care.
The texture greeting the finger I'd begun to ease inside her told the same story: a thoroughly well-maintained woman in her prime.
And then I took the fruit laid out before me and suckled it gently.
This wasn't a child craving its mother.
This was a man's tongue and lips wanting a woman—drawing her in with suction one moment, teasing with the tip of the tongue the next.
Under my efforts, that unmoving body kept answering.
Both breasts were fully bare now, each crowned with a perfect, stiff landmark.
The satisfaction of it sent my desire climbing to a fever pitch. More. More. More.
Everywhere I stimulated was changing, and from the hand working her lower body came the sweet report of victory.
My fingers were moving far more smoothly now.
And that sensation—this sleeping body was beginning to heat up.
Pleasure and satisfaction hit me at once, and I pressed the assault harder.
I kept my fingerwork deliberately restrained, drawing out every last bit of her sensitivity.
The more haste, the less speed. Just as the saying had proven itself today—rather than thrashing wildly, I opened her little by little.
Her body was already paving the way, rushing to prepare itself to receive its master.
I nipped lightly at a nipple, savored it, then lifted my head. Both peaks gleamed as if coated in saliva, radiating heat.
The other breast was the same. Fingers alone weren't enough, were they?
The hand below was slick with wetness now.
And the clitoris my index finger had been working—her bud—stood fully exposed, holding nothing back.
"Mm…"
A soft moan slipped from Lee Soyeon's lips.
Yes. She was feeling it, even if she didn't know it. Proof that her body was responding.
Was she waking? Those lips, of course, would have to fall into my possession as well.
But she only twitched once—then settled back into stillness.
Satisfied after thoroughly claiming both breasts, I felt the main event drawing near.
I could have drawn this out further, but my heart simply wouldn't wait any longer.
The warm-up was enough—for this body and for me. I shoved my pants down and freed the thing that was as hard and frantic as my pulse.
It looked almost vicious, straining as if it would drive into her that very second.
I lined it up against this body that couldn't resist.
Time to put the finishing mark on flesh I'd already wound to a fever pitch.
I spread her legs wide around that brutally risen length.
Wide enough to be thoroughly satisfying. She'd need the room to take me—this was for you, Lee Soyeon.
I parted her small entrance with my fingers and began to push in.
The wetness coating me said she was more than ready—and yet I met enormous resistance almost at once.
Purely a matter of size. I'd aroused her body enough to receive me, but she was simply too tight; relative to me, the way was blocked.
And yet even that felt good in its own way. A strange sense of conquest. Of superiority.
I gripped Lee Soyeon's breasts and drove forward again, hard.
The tight, grinding friction—and the pressure clamping down on my core—made my chest shudder.
My first target, of all people, a celebrity… Just as a title can make a person look different, a beautiful woman wearing the label of celebrity only made the excitement sharper.
That peacefully sleeping face. The soft, even sound of her breathing. Nothing about her failed to arouse me.
The moment I forced past that dense resistance, Lee Soyeon's body jerked.
Then her breathing settled back into its soft rhythm.
Taking me was clearly hard on her. I began pushing through the stubborn resistance little by little.
With each advance, her body twitched more, and her breathing grew faintly rougher.
It wasn't going smoothly. The lack of free movement was almost frustrating.
But that wasn't Lee Soyeon's fault.
What I felt inside said she could take me well enough.
The problem was me. Being too large made smooth enjoyment difficult.
Perhaps that was why a flicker of impatience made me shove in roughly.
"Even like this, it still won't go all the way to the root."
I'd thought I'd put a considerable amount in, but a little still remained outside.
Fine. This much was more than enough to be grateful for. Rather than force it further, I'd start reshaping her to fit me from here.
Lee Soyeon's sleeping body was a first for me—this was the process of remaking her to my measure.
No need to overdo it. From this depth, I began to move my hips.
Very gently—like stroking a small child—I shifted my body in small increments.
The middle of my cock, forced in with such difficulty, was visible, sheathed in a gleaming coat of wetness as if lacquered.
I pushed deeper again.
Similar to before, but the path was a little easier now—like a road that had begun to open.
Still not enough.
I pushed in, drew out, pushed in again—smoother than the last time.
And as I did, my hand returned to the breasts already trained by stimulation.
I toyed with the stiff peaks while rolling my hips once more.
Only now could it truly be called the posture of full intercourse.
This sleeping princess… no—queen, perhaps? I rocked my hips in a steady rhythm.
The larger the motion of my waist, the higher my pleasure climbed.
And at some point, lewd sounds of friction began to fill the air.
Everyone knows what it means when something starts moving inside with a rhythm like that.
At last, Lee Soyeon's body was adapting to me.
It still wasn't fully satisfying—but for a first time, and with a partner who offered no resistance, this was more than enough.
Above all, this was Lee Soyeon. Simply trampling a body this sleek and perfect at will was enough to silence any complaint.
My body, growing addicted to the pleasure, pressed her harder.
"Mm… ah…"
The soft moans that escaped each time I drove in rang in my ears like orgasm itself.
The more she made those sounds, the more relentless my hands became—and the deeper my lower body plundered her.
I'd come out to hunt zombies, and here I was, brilliantly completing my first hunt of a woman.
Heat rose in that deeply sleeping face; her body burned, stimulating every one of my senses.
An untimely mating ground. I became a male free to ravage his female as he pleased, and I took Lee Soyeon.
Every time she stirred even slightly, the force I applied grew stronger.
I plundered her center, and before I knew it, I'd brought my face close to hers.
Those lips, trapped in a helplessness she couldn't escape—I wanted to mark that fragile-looking face as well.
I went hard, then slowed the tempo to recharge, trying to make the pleasure last as long as possible.
It had been a long time since I'd tasted a beautiful body—not since breaking up with my last girlfriend.
Physical pleasure flooded through me. I felt better than I had in ages.
I went slow, then drove hard again—and at some point, the clock came into view.
The clock on the bedside table said a full twenty minutes had passed.
Given how mindlessly I'd been devouring her, that was only natural.
I could feel the limit approaching in this body of mine.
Was it because I'd been pounding such an exquisite female? Before I could even pull out, a sweet tremor slammed through my entire body.
"Haa…"
A violent wave of climax poured everything into Lee Soyeon.
"That was the best."
Sweat had beaded on my forehead before I noticed. After tasting that round of pleasure, I tried to withdraw—and even that didn't come easily.
When I finally pulled free of Lee Soyeon's lower body, the evidence of conquest was faintly visible.
"This won't do. I was hoping to keep it moderate."
For a moment my cock hung soft—then it surged back up with explosive force.
I know. I know perfectly well.
Once wasn't enough. This time, I had to mark her properly.
At the sight of that pure, delicate face about to be soiled further, my body turned toward Lee Soyeon once more.