Popping the Pink Spots
There's a kind of mobile game like this. A puzzle game where matching the same shapes makes them pop, like Hexa.
The pink spots had that same addictive fun of popping them with a sharp tok. The instant they burst, a jolt would shoot through her, making Kim Seoa's waist arch up like it was getting hard—that was the real killing point.
For just a brief moment, Kim Seoa clawed back the reason that had fled her and lowered her hips again.
“Hnnn... uhh... ahung...”
She buried her face in the pillow and poured out moans.
Was this really the same Kim Seoa who had been jabbing her finger at me and flying into a rage just a little while ago?
I grinned lecherously and asked the girl who was clearly feeling every second of it.
“Hey, hey. You okay? Feel good?”
“Y-yeah... so good... nngh! S-so good...”
“I can keep going, right?”
“Yeah, keep... going...”
I wanted to see her face, but maybe I should heat her up a little more first.
Now I cheerfully hunted down the pink spots, reached out, and popped them with practiced touches. To anyone watching it would have looked like I was just lightly slapping her skin, but for Kim Seoa it was no different from pumping her full of a massive dose of female aphrodisiac.
Muscles that had gone slack and peaceful. The aphrodisiac raining down on them spread as fast as a single drop of paint in pure spring water.
The pink spots spread through every corner of her body like a stain, and I mounted her hips and just grabbed and pressed and groped whatever my hands found.
Then the towel wrapped around her started to feel annoying.
“Hey, I'm undoing this.”
“Huh? Wh-what?”
“This towel. I need to massage your back and it's getting in the way.”
“Okay... you can undo it.”
When I untied the towel, Kim Seoa's soft, yielding back was fully exposed. I seized the chance and gently stroked the pink spots that had been hiding under the towel until they popped.
“Kkh! Ah, you're really good at this... you...”
“I told you I was good.”
“I never knew a massage could feel like thissss.”
The highlight was still left. I added a little extra pressure and pressed hard into the red spots clustered around her nape and shoulders, and Kim Seoa's body went limp and started sinking into the bed.
Exactly the same as with Jin Ayoung.
Back then I had carefully coaxed and soothed her; now I used far more force, almost with a touch of irritation mixed in.
There was no need to show Kim Seoa the same generosity I had given Jin Ayoung.
While her body was still soft and pliant, I ran my hand straight down the side of her breast line all the way to her waist.
“Hup..?”
Kim Seoa lifted her head in surprise. Then, without any further reaction, she buried her face in the pillow again.
Smooth. A clean straight drop from her chest down to her waistline. Soft and powdery, as if she had dusted herself with baby powder after her shower. Firm and springy, like it would burst if you poked it—satisfying to touch.
I stroked that line a few more times, then went after the side of her breast. For a slender girl, the breast spilling out sideways was pretty big. Didn't feel like padding. I traced the line a few times with a suggestive caress; the pink spot there popped and a rough moan tore out of her.
“Haahk..!”
Mm. The feel of her breast was insane.
My hand dropped back to her waist. This time I released the mount and slid a little lower, kneading her ass like dough. I recalled the sensation from when I had done Jin Ayoung. Her ass was much smaller than Jin Ayoung's ripe one. But even this little-girl ass had its own cute charm. And those panties with the adorable Pikachu print? Impossible not to get turned on.
The moment I slipped my hand inside her panties and started kneading her ass, Kim Seoa twisted her upper body to look up at me.
“W-wait a second...”
“Hey. You lift your upper body like that and your tits are completely out.”
“Ah! Ugh... hup! W-wait..!”
Kim Seoa hurriedly covered her chest with one hand and reached the other toward my arm.
“Just a second... i-is this massage too?”
“Of course. I'm a pro. What, you want me to stop?”
“N-no... i-it feels good and refreshing, but... nngh! Isn't this super d-dirty?”
“What's dirty about it? You think looking at your ass gets me hard? We've known each other since high school. Doesn't faze me at all.”
“Oh... I see...”
You actually believed that?
I believed you too when we were eating dakgalbi the other day, you bitch!
Without meaning to, I put real force into the ass I had been kneading and twisted it.
“Kyaang... a-ah, that hurts...”
“I'll be gentler. Spread your legs.”
“U-uh?”
“Spread them in this position. I need to knead the inner thighs.”
The space under Kim Seoa's ass opened like automatic doors.
“L-like this?”
“Yeah. Gonna put some oil on.”
I dripped oil into the cleft of Kim Seoa's ass. It trickled down. Pretending to scoop up the running oil, I swept my hand deep up her crotch.
“Ha, haeut!”
“Ah, all that good oil just going to waste.”
“Th-this feels weird... aaang... my head's going funny.”
“What kind of thoughts do you usually walk around with?”
“Wh-what?”
“I just scooped up the oil that was dripping with my hand. Why the big fuss?”
“R-right.”
“If you don't like it, just say so anytime. I never want to massage someone who doesn't want it.”
“Yeah. N-no, keep going...”
Of course. The one getting desperate wasn't me—it was Kim Seoa. The massage itself felt refreshing, sure, but just being touched was giving her electric jolts of pleasure. Why the hell would she stop that?
I smeared oil thickly from her inner thighs all over her crotch. Especially a generous amount over the front of the panties covering the important parts.
Then I moved a little higher and thoroughly coated the anal area that was packed with pink spots. They popped with a tok and Kim Seoa's waist arched like a bow. Her upper body dropped for a second and those surprisingly large breasts bounced up and down hard.
“Kyahuut!”
“Don't make weird noises. The neighbors will get the wrong idea.”
“... S-sorry...”
“It's almost over, just hang on a little longer.”
“Okay...”
“But your tits are really pretty.”
“Ah! Y-you saw them?”
“No. How am I supposed to not look when you're showing them off like that?”
“Ah, shit... I'm going crazy... hup! S-so embarrassing...”
“Hey.”
“Yeah...”
“What's so embarrassing? You think I'm doing this because I like it? Watch your mouth.”
“Sorry...”
“I'm gonna put my hand in between here for a second.”
“Uung... hup? Hey... f-for real?”
“Lymph flows through here, so I have to loosen it. You'll feel super refreshed when you wake up tomorrow.”
“Th... nngh! Th... a-ah, for real... ah! It... feels like it's... touching... something? Nngh? Nngh? Aheut!”
Sticky—
Chak- chak- chak-
“Done.”
“Haa... haa... haa...”
Kim Seoa was gasping like she had just run a hundred-meter dash.
I didn't stop; I gave her the next order.
“Turn over.”
“Haa... huung?”
“Back and lower body are done, so turn over.”
“J-just a second. Then I'll cover my chest with the towel.”
“Whatever.”
Kim Seoa pulled the discarded towel back against her chest, covering just the tips, and rolled over. She had the towel draped so precariously that the slightest lift of her hand would expose everything, and she fidgeted, not knowing where to put her hands.
“I'll massage the chest area.”
“Huh?”
“If the lower-body lymph flows toward the crotch, the upper body is here.”
I pressed the area of her pectoralis minor with my hand. It was a relatively low-resistance spot, but the pink spots already lurking there made her part her lips and breathe roughly.
“Haa... aaang...”
“Hey, what. What's with that face. Are you getting off?”
“No? Wh-what would I be feeling. Feeling... nngh!”
The moment I pressed again, a moan shot out on pure reflex. This girl lived with lies hanging off her mouth. Now I poured oil over her breasts and gently worked the upper swell with both hands.
I wasn't even grabbing the whole thing, yet the texture was ridiculously good. If I had to pick a comparable body part... yeah, I couldn't. Completely unique. Every touch made them sway and jiggle side to side. And seeing Kim Seoa's face under me, looking so mortified, made my chest swell with fierce satisfaction.
I poured oil into her cleavage. Then I slipped my hand under the towel and crossed between her breasts. While massaging her stomach I casually flicked the underside of her breast that had peeked out from under the towel. In the end I had touched everything except the areolas.
It was almost funny. She was letting me feel her up this thoroughly, yet she still stubbornly kept the nipples covered. Where the hell did that willpower come from?
Kim Seoa kept letting out lewd breaths with a face full of shame. She was desperately trying not to look embarrassed in front of me, but it was useless no matter how hard she tried.
I finished the breast caress—no, massage—and ran my eyes up and down her body.
That was enough.
I felt I had gotten plenty of revenge.
Only one thing left. Revenge was done, so now it was my turn to feel good as much as I wanted.
“Hey. It's over, so relax.”
“Huh? I-it's all done? Ah, whew~ I was so tense. Must be because it's the first time.”
Kim Seoa sighed like she was relieved, but her face was screaming disappointment.
I wiped the oil from her body with a dry towel, every last corner. While I did, Kim Seoa just lay there, eyes following my face the whole time. I casually wiped the oil from her crotch too, then tossed the towel into the laundry basket.
Like her holes meant nothing to me. Like I was dunking trash in the can, I made a show of scoring the shot.
“What are you doing. I said it's finished.”
Kim Seoa stared at me blankly. That look was a hundred and eighty degrees different from the way she had looked at me the other day. Soft, melting eyes like a long-distance couple reuniting after a long time. She gazed at me with heated, inviting eyes.
The earlier excitement was clearly still running. Her thighs stayed hot, and even when I patted them with the towel she gave a low, trembling shiver of her waist.
Kim Seoa, wearing only panties with her chest covered by the towel. Even completely exposed she wasn't even thinking about putting clothes back on. Proof that she was hungry for sex that hadn't been planned at all.
Truth was, if I was hard, I had been hard this whole time. My swollen cock was pitifully curled up inside my underwear, unable to stretch out.
But I waited. For a certain moment.
After wiping her body clean I asked naturally.
“You gonna wash?”
Kim Seoa shook her head. Somehow I felt like I already knew exactly what she was thinking.
But I pretended not to, tilted my head like I was puzzled, and stood up.
“Then I'm washing.”
Even to my own ears the voice was ice-cold.
I was about to turn away when Kim Seoa grabbed my wrist.
“Junhyun...”
Kim Seoa's face was flushed strawberry-red. Tears even welled in her eyes.
“Th-the kids said... that you've liked me since high school...”
Here it was. That moment.
Kim Seoa carefully spread her legs into an M-shape and turned her face the other way. She pulled the center of the Pikachu panties aside with her fingers and spoke to me.
“W-wanna do it?”