Chapter 61
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 61
Chapter Title: Reunion (6)
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The place they arrived at, led by the two of them, was a spacious room.
A king-size bed sat prominently in the center, and with the bathroom visible through semi-transparent glass, it had a motel-like vibe. However, the softly lit lighting and every piece of furniture screamed luxury.
"Ha Yoon and I will go wash up."
"Then what about me?"
"Master, don't wash. That's better for us."
"Geez."
Seeing Woo Shin-hyung vigorously scratching his head, Han Seol-ah flashed a naughty smile and led Ha Yoon—her arm linked through his—toward the bathroom.
The bathroom was just as expansive as the room itself. It looked like they'd prepared it well in advance; rose-like petals floated gently on the surface of the tub, and a subtle, unnamed fragrance wafted through the air.
One might expect awe at the sight, but Han Seol-ah showed no reaction, stripping off her clothes with practiced ease. Ha Yoon hesitated, fumbling to follow suit, but was quickly stopped.
"I'll undress you, Ha Yoon."
"...Okay."
Ha Yoon bowed her head, accepting the approaching hands with calm resignation at Han Seol-ah's smiling eyes.
Of course, it wasn't just undressing. Her fingers trailed over his body under the pretense of removal, groping here and there. She'd knead his breasts while peeling off the top, or lewdly caress his ass.
It felt bad, yet the pleasure mingling in made Ha Yoon bite her lip and let out a moan. After a few repetitions, she too was stark naked, no different from Han Seol-ah.
Shwaaa—the shower water cascaded down over their heads. Han Seol-ah hugged her from behind, burying her face in Ha Yoon's nape.
"Ah...!"
As lips gnawed at the skin, blooming a mark like a flower, a plaintive sigh escaped. Han Seol-ah's hands roughly gripped the large breasts, rubbing hard, and that sigh quickly turned to moans.
Seeing Ha Yoon trembling, bracing herself against the wall just to stay upright, Han Seol-ah instinctively ground her crotch against Ha Yoon's ass. But unlike when she'd been a man, there was no organ for penetration, so she couldn't get what she craved.
If she'd known it'd be like this, she should've brought a strap-on. Han Seol-ah let out a regretful breath and nibbled Ha Yoon's earlobe.
"Hii!"
As lips suckled and tugged, the tremors intensified. Sensitive spots everywhere, just like a parrot, Han Seol-ah chuckled inwardly, releasing the earlobe and pulling Ha Yoon upright.
She wanted to play more, but with Woo Shin-hyung waiting outside, she couldn't take it slow.
Still, some things had to be done. Han Seol-ah grabbed a body wash from the array of products, squirting a generous amount onto her palm. It wasn't enough to lather properly, but that wasn't the point anyway.
She turned Ha Yoon's trembling, gasping body to face her, then squeezed the same onto Ha Yoon's hand. Snapping out of her daze at the overflowing liquid, Ha Yoon looked up with puzzled eyes.
"Let's wash each other's bodies with our hands. Sound good?"
"S-Sure..."
"You first, Ha Yoon."
Spreading her arms wide to bare herself, Han Seol-ah made Ha Yoon's eyes twitch.
Not overly large breasts that fit perfectly in one hand, a slim waist, and curves that screamed TS victim—all stirring the suppressed male urges.
And Ha Yoon knew exactly how that body felt inside. With ragged breaths, slick hands coated in body wash reached out.
As those hands seized her breasts, Han Seol-ah let out a coquettish hum.
"Aang♡"
"Ah, s-sorry..."
"Heh, why apologize? Rub harder..."
At that reaction, as Ha Yoon tried to pull away, Han Seol-ah grabbed her hand and started rubbing her own breasts herself.
The slick sensation and soft texture made Ha Yoon forget her apology, moving on her own volition.
Now gripping and kneading without guidance, Han Seol-ah seized Ha Yoon's waist with both hands.
"Hii?!"
"Don't stop. Keep going. Not just the breasts—touch my whole body."
At the whispered command, Ha Yoon nodded with a trembling expression. From breasts to stomach, to waist. Matching the motions, Han Seol-ah's hands slid from waist to stomach to breasts.
By then, they were close enough for their breasts to brush. Ha Yoon, face flushed red, panted excitedly and glanced down. Between their breasts gleamed a smooth mound.
"Wanna touch?"
The hot breath in her ear made Ha Yoon shudder. Giggling, Han Seol-ah took the hesitant hand and guided it to her lower abdomen.
"Haa..."
Squelch—the fingers slipped in effortlessly, slick from body wash and long-since soaked folds. Ha Yoon moved slowly, eyes reddening at the tight, gripping flesh.
"Haa, hng..."
"Haa, hm..."
Ragged breaths blended, impossible to tell who was being pleasured. Deeming one finger insufficient, as Ha Yoon tried adding a second—
"Hik?!"
Squelch—fingers plunged inside. Seeing Ha Yoon quiver, Han Seol-ah smiled.
"We're washing each other, so it'd be no fun if it's one-sided, right?"
Then she moved faster than Ha Yoon had.
Squelch-squelch-squelch—the water sounds rang rhythmically. Ha Yoon's legs shook from surging pleasure, but refusing defeat, she resumed moving her fingers.
"Ha-at, hik, haa...!"
But her pace was noticeably slower than before. Soon, she could do nothing but lean into Han Seol-ah, moaning helplessly.
At this rate, climax was imminent. As Ha Yoon tried to cry out that she was close—
"...Huh?"
"Alright, time to rinse and get out?"
Her tone fresh and casual, as if the intense play never happened, Ha Yoon stared up in bewilderment. Ignoring her, Han Seol-ah turned on the shower, meticulously rinsing both their bodies.
Unlike the earlier teasing touches, this was purely functional, focused solely on cleaning. Ha Yoon rubbed her thighs together against the itchy ache in her lower belly, but Han Seol-ah seemed indifferent.
In the end, Ha Yoon finished the shower with unsatisfied tension, drying off sullenly with a towel, face full of discontent.
She emerged wearing only bunny ears and a bowtie. Otherwise, completely naked.
Not her choice, of course.
"This looks way hotter."
Han Seol-ah eyed her up and down, then gave a thumbs-up. It didn't feel like praise at all.
Anyway, as they exited the bathroom post-shower, Woo Shin-hyung—who'd been lying on the king-size bed, smoking dazedly—turned his head.
"What took so long? I almost fell asleep waiting."
"You know women take time to get ready."
"Ready my ass—I heard the moaning all the way here."
Ha Yoon's face flushed crimson. But Han Seol-ah thrust out her chest proudly.
"Sex prep is prep too."
"You were just satisfying your own urges."
Of course, it didn't fly with Woo Shin-hyung. They'd lived together for over two years now; he knew her tastes and personality inside out.
Knowing her excuse wouldn't work, Han Seol-ah quickly grinned.
"Anyway, what do you think of Ha Yoon? Hot, right? Dick about to burst?"
"Watch your language. 'Dick about to burst'—what kind of talk is that?"
"Come on, it's just us. No need for manners."
Woo Shin-hyung grumbled, but she wasn't wrong.
Ha Yoon, stripped of the sheer bunny suit and down to just bunny ears and bowtie, naked otherwise, was irresistibly erotic.
His earlier-deflated erection strained against his pants, threatening to burst free.
"Still, it's missing that 2%."
She had the ears and bowtie, but no tail.
It had been attached to the sheer leotard, so without it, of course it was gone—but it felt incomplete.
At Woo Shin-hyung's words, Han Seol-ah beamed.
"I figured, so I prepared ahead!"
"...Prepared?"
As Woo Shin-hyung blinked in confusion, she crawled onto the bed, reached under the pillows, rummaged, and pulled something out. A box, shoebox-sized. He eyed her curiously, and her eyes sparkled.
"Ta-da~"
"...That's an anal plug."
With a bunny tail attached. Staring in disbelief at when she'd prepared it, Han Seol-ah grinned.
"Bunny girl theme today, so I brought it just in case~ Or I was gonna use it myself if not."
"When the hell did you prepare this? I never heard."
"Secret from you, Master. Impressed?"
"Yeah, good girl."
His hand patted her head, and Han Seol-ah's lips twitched upward in bliss. But Ha Yoon, watching, soured.
It's fucking huge...!
Unlike the cute tail, the plug itself was shockingly massive. Not as big as a cock, but inserting that would wreck her ass. Trembling at the sight, Han Seol-ah called.
"Ha Yoon! Come here!"
"...Yes."
She patted the bed near her like calling a pet. Ha Yoon approached with resigned face.
"Ass up, on all fours!"
Grinning, Han Seol-ah commanded. Fear made Ha Yoon's eyes squeeze shut, but she couldn't refuse. Climbing onto the bed, ass raised, cold lube dripped down.
"Ack...!"
Fingers probed and stretched the hole with wet squelches; Ha Yoon bit the bedsheet to stifle moans.
But the massive intrusion once stretching ended was unbearable. Eyes wide, she screamed silently.
Yet the persistent pressure couldn't be stopped. Squish—with a full, stuffed sensation in her guts, she gasped desperately. Han Seol-ah chuckled.
"How's that? Now it's 100% complete?"
"Yeah. Looks great."
Woo Shin-hyung smiled in satisfaction at the naked bunny girl, cute tail attached, quivering atop the bed.