A Bedroom Overflowing with Happiness
Spica first drew Sihyun closer into her embrace and pressed a light kiss to his forehead. Chu.Chu.Chu chu. She took her time, kissing his forehead again and again as he shyly buried his face against her chest. Eventually Sihyun lifted his head to look at her. Whether from embarrassment or the rising heat, his cheeks were flushed a soft pink.
Their eyes met gently, hearts touching in perfect harmony. Simply staying like that for a moment was enough to fill them both with the deep satisfaction of being together. Without any hurry, Spica slowly lowered her head. As their faces drew closer, Sihyun’s eyes drifted shut.
Chu.
Chup…
Churup…
“Haung…”
Their lips met. At first it was only the lightest brush of contact, but soon Sihyun pressed forward, their mouths rubbing together with wet, hungry insistence.
“…Mmh.”
“Haum. Please open your mouth a little wider for me.”
“Mm… haa…”
Jjuap. Jjuup. Churup.
Spica slipped her tongue inside to savor the taste of him. Sihyun froze at first, startled, but when she stroked his back and licked softly around his lips, the tension melted away. Slowly, tenderly, she explored every corner of his mouth, going deeper by careful degrees.
His tongue darted around inside his own mouth, avoiding hers at first, but gradually grew brave enough to respond. It didn’t take long before he was sliding his tongue into her mouth as well. The two of them stayed locked together for a long, indulgent time, lips and tongues intertwined without the slightest hint of boredom.
Their warm breaths mingled, flowing back and forth through their noses. The heat of each exhale made their chests swell with feeling. Even after searching through all her memories, Spica realized this was the longest kiss she had ever shared. Every so often Sihyun’s arms would tremble with surprise, but each time she gently held him and soothed him, his body relaxed further. His eyes remained tightly shut, as though he were enduring something almost too sweet to bear.
Spica, who still had more composure than he did, had to fight down the rush of affection threatening to overwhelm her. He was simply too adorable.
Chup…
“Huaa… haa… haa… haa…”
“Huu…”
“Haa… haa… haeu…”
“Hehe… That was wonderful, Sihyun-ssi.”
“…Yeah. For me too.”
Spica cradled his small frame with one arm while her free hand caressed his cheek. She brushed damp strands of hair from his sweat-beaded forehead, then gazed into his glistening eyes and wiped away the tears that had gathered at their corners. Sihyun reached up with both hands, still pressed against her chest, and tenderly stroked her face in return.
“Sihyun-ssi.”
“Mm.”
“I love you.”
“…Mm.”
When her face drew near again, Sihyun closed his eyes once more. This time her lips only brushed his in the lightest, sweetest kiss.
Chu, chu, chu.
From there her mouth traveled—corner of his lips, chin, throat, collarbone—leaving soft kisses across his pale skin as she slowly worked her way downward. When Sihyun finally opened his eyes, Spica’s golden hair filled his vision. Her head continued lower until it disappeared beneath the blanket. With nowhere else to put them, his hands settled gently on her head.
By the time her lips reached his chest—
Chu. Jjuap.
Lick. Lick.
“Haum… mm… mmm…”
“Ah, a… that feels good…”
Unlike before, Spica did not bite or suck hard. She treated his nipples with the delicate care of someone crafting sugar flowers, licking and kissing with feather-light touches. Even so, Sihyun’s sensitive chest responded eagerly, steadily flooding him with heat.
“Eut, eut, good… aat… ah… aah… aat…!”
“Puha… Your chest is so sweet and delicious, Sihyun-ssi.”
“Haa… haa… really?”
“Yes. It’s the best.”
When Sihyun reached a light peak, Spica emerged from beneath the blanket without lingering and met his eyes again. Once his breathing had steadied, their lips joined once more.
“Mm… eung…”
“Huaa… give me more of your tongue…”
“Mm… ha-ut… ha-woo… at♡”
As before, one of Spica’s hands held him close, stroking his back, while the other began to caress his most sensitive petals. Sihyun’s arms tightened around her. Startled, he tried to pull away, but Spica covered his mouth with hers, refusing to break their gaze or the dance of their tongues until he had calmed.
“Mm… ha-ut… eueup… huaa… mm…”
“Mmm… good… you’re so cute, Sihyun-ssi.”
“Yes♡… at…♡”
They stayed pressed together like that for a long while. Sihyun’s hands clutched at her, squeezing tighter whenever pleasure spiked through him. His legs would sometimes stiffen or stretch, but he remained mostly passive. Spica, by contrast, moved with far more variety—her hands roaming over his back, shoulders, and belly while the fingers between his legs stroked with gentle yet sticky thoroughness. Overflowing nectar coated her wrist, making every motion slick and smooth. Her own legs brushed against his thighs to ease tension, and every so often she pressed her chest to his, letting their nipples tease each other.
Each time her hot, rigid cock brushed his thigh, Sihyun startled. Throughout it all, her gaze never once left his eyes.
“Ah, oo, aah… at♡♡”
“Good. You’re cute. You’re adorable, Sihyun-ssi.”
“Haa… haa… ha-ut… aeu…”
Spica had stamina to spare and more than enough patience to continue without using her cock. But she did not want to exhaust him. She wanted to make Sihyun happy, not win some contest of how many times she could make him come. She wanted their bodies and hearts to overlap, to create joyful memories they would both treasure.
“Sihyun-ssi. I’m going to lay you down now.”
“Haeuuu…”
He was already half-lost in a haze. Eyes glazed, body limp, he allowed her to guide him until he lay face-up on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Spica climbed over him.
She took a moment to reach for the condom she had placed nearby. Though her hands were still somewhat clumsy, her prior research paid off; she rolled it smoothly down her throbbing length. It stood so rigidly that the task was simple.
Gazing down at him with love, Spica licked away the saliva glistening at the corner of his open mouth. Then, careful not to burden him, she braced his upper body with her arms and rolled her hips. Drawing on remembered movements, she guided her cock until it pressed against his slick petals. After so much patient foreplay, his entrance was relaxed and dripping; her shaft slid inside without resistance.
“Hagok♡”
“Heuh… so… so good, Sihyun-ssi…”
“Ah, oo, aah… ah—…♡♡”
Chup.
“Does it feel good for you too, Sihyun-ssi?”
“Yes. Good. Feels so goo…♡ So good♡♡”
“Hehe… I’m glad.”
“Aeueut♡♡♡♡”
Buried to the hilt, Spica kissed him softly while she waited for him to ride out the climax. Only when his breathing began to even out did she speak again.
“Huaa… huaa… at♡… huaaa…”
“I’m going to move now.”
“At, wait—euuah, w-wait, gaaat♡”
Even though he begged her to stop, Spica could no longer hold back. She kept her pace from becoming too rough, but her hips began to thrust steadily.
“At, a, oo, aaaaa, aung, aoo, euang, haang, haang—”
“Eut, hat, eut, huuk, good, eut, huaat—”
“Oooaaa, aaaaa, euaaaaa, geuhok, neuaaa….♡♡”
Slap, slap, slap.
Her thighs collided again and again with his spread buttocks. Between his widely parted legs, her waist never stopped moving.
“Oouk, aak, aang♡, a-eok, heu-eok, eugeut, heuk, heu-euk, aang♡, eu-eut—”
“Good, good, so good, Sihyun-ssi, Sihyun-ssi—”
“Spica, Spica, aang, Spicaaaaaaaa♡♡”
“I won’t let you go. You’re mine. You can’t go anywhere. Hu-eut. Not ever—”
Flashes of white burst behind his eyes. His head spun. Lightning raced through every nerve. Sihyun simply surrendered to her rhythm, moaning helplessly. While he could only produce meaningless cries, Spica still had enough presence of mind to speak, though pleasure had begun to erode even her composure. She was lost in him, devouring him with every thrust.
“I’m coming, I’m coooooming…♡ Good♡ So good♡ Naaaa…♡ Euat♡ Haang♡ Ang♡ Ang♡ Ang♡♡”
“Me too♡, me too, I’m almost there, Sihyun-ssi, aat♡ Churup♡ Churrrrup—”
“Eup, eu-eup, churup…”
Sensitivity peaked. The smaller orgasms layered and merged into one great wave. The breathless kisses, the warmth of her body, the scent of her golden hair brushing his skin, the overwhelming sense of being completely enveloped—when Spica drove deep with one final, twitching thrust, they came together.
Clinging tightly, the two of them reached climax at the exact same moment.
“I’ll pull out now.”
“Eut…”
Spica withdrew slowly, carefully. The condom was so full of semen it looked ready to burst. She held him for a little longer, then lay down beside him so he could breathe freely, never once letting go of his hand.
“Haa… haa… haa… haa…”
“Haa… huu… Are you all right, Sihyun-ssi?”
“Haa… yes… haa… I’m okay… huaaa…”
“Take your time. Breathe slowly. There’s no rush.”
Every muscle in his body had gone limp, yet the exhaustion felt pleasant. He gave her hand a small squeeze and smiled at her.
“It felt really good. Thank you, Spica.”
“Hehe… I’m so glad.”
Spica turned onto her side to face him, stroking his cheek and waist with gentle fingers.
“Spica…”
“Yes, Sihyun-ssi?”
“…I’m sleepy…”
“All right. Sleep deeply. I’ll take care of everything else.”
“…Mm…”
Rather than drifting off, Sihyun seemed to fall unconscious from sheer exhaustion. Spica watched him breathe softly for a long time, then placed one last gentle kiss on his forehead.
“Sleep well, Sihyun-ssi.”
“…Mm…”
She stayed there, gazing at him, until she was certain he was fully asleep. Using a light spell, she cleaned them both so he would wake feeling refreshed. Then she simply lay beside him, watching over his peaceful, happy face until he opened his eyes again. Sihyun slept with a contented smile, and Spica was happy too.