Chapter 131
Chapter 131
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: A Room That Won't Open Without Going Raw
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Every time she kissed her pussy with it, her hips lifted up.
Even though the position should've made her come down quickly, the pleasure surging from her clit wouldn't allow it.
"Haaah...! Hnng. It's just poking... "
Because the dildo was so long, she was gripping it midway down, not at the handle.
This allowed for precise control—at first, anyway.
She'd nail the hole perfectly at the start, but as her juices overflowed more and more, it began slipping into awkward spots.
The dildo slid up roughly, scraping her labia hard. Then it hit her clitoris with a massive jolt.
"Eek...! Haaahh... Ungh... Mm... "
Han Chae-ah's body jerked like a startled fish from the unexpected pleasure. Yet she didn't let go of the dildo.
Instead, even as she was riding it out, she kept moving it slightly to tease herself more.
"Hnng... Ahaha...! Hn... Nng. "
She let out broken moans, savoring the afterglow for a moment.
Then she resumed masturbating, pressing it into her pussy even deeper and harder than before.
Deep enough that she seemed worried about tearing her hymen.
"Hnnng... So hard and thick, pushing its way in... Feels so good... "
Han Chae-ah rotated the dildo against her entrance.
She'd left the rotor buzzing away by her hip. Now both hands worked busily to twist it.
"If this... went all the way inside... what would it feel like?"
Not satisfied, she placed a hand on her lower abdomen.
Imagining it piercing her belly, tapping her uterus, scraping her sensitive inner walls—that unknown sensation.
She gulped loudly, saliva sliding down her throat.
But her virginity mattered more, and she snapped back to reality.
"No... can't go any further. I'd really lose it."
She pulled the dildo out. The tip, coated in her pussy juices.
In the faint moonlight, it glistened more vividly than reality itself.
If even I felt that way watching, how must it have looked to Han Chae-ah, seeing it for the first time?
Entranced, she brought it right up to her face.
Fixing her gaze on the slit at the glans, she slowly opened her mouth wide.
"Mm... So salty."
Forgetting it was covered in her own fluids, she grimaced immediately.
Han Chae-ah grabbed tissues from beside the bed and wiped it clean.
I thought she'd stop there, disgusted. But no—she gripped the dildo again and parted her lips.
"Nng... Still tastes like it. Slurp... "
Like a kitten lapping water, she stuck out just the tip of her tongue to wet the glans with saliva.
It was so slow it made me itch just watching, but the erotic atmosphere was top-notch.
"Mmm... Nng... It's huge... Are all guys this big?"
Once the glans shone slick and glossy, she pursed her lips into a circle and slipped the tip inside.
Soon, the small circle of her mouth began to stretch wider.
"Mmph... Mm! Pwahh... Can't breathe."
Right before swallowing the whole glans, she faltered and spat it out.
A sticky thread connected her mouth to the dildo.
Han Chae-ah stared at it with glazed eyes, then spread her legs wide like a frog.
Soles together, forming a diamond shape.
She turned off the still-buzzing rotor and pressed the dildo to her clit.
She ground it so hard, it felt like the exposed nub might break.
"Eung... Hn... This feels... good too."
But to Han Chae-ah, already at peak arousal, it registered only as pleasure.
Pussy kiss followed by clit kiss.
After rubbing for about five minutes, her breathing grew ragged.
Her soles, pressed tight together, began to part. Her toes wiggled, signaling the changes in her body.
Soon, Han Chae-ah arched her back and shook the dildo wildly.
"Haa... I'm... gonna... gonna cum. Cumming...! Haaaah!"
She expelled the breath she'd been holding and climaxed all at once.
Her pussy clenched rapidly, squirting juices.
The clear fluid trickled down her perineum, past her anus, soaking the bed.
"Hnng... Kk... Ahiiik...!"
Her hips bucked wildly, out of control.
The recoil made her breasts jiggle, creating an even more tantalizing scene.
She covered her face with her arms and lay there for a while.
I thought she'd passed out from exhaustion. But she propped herself up on her elbows and sat up in bed.
"Throwing it out... on hold."
She brushed sweat-damp hair from her forehead and muttered softly to herself.
She went to the bathroom, washed the dildo meticulously, and hid it where no one would find it.
Of course, I knew the spot: the empty space by the headboard.
*
The next day, even though I'd gone to bed late, my eyes popped open early in the morning.
Anyone who's ever anticipated something big knows this feeling.
I pulled out a pile of clothes and pondered outfit combos.
"This color with... that one? Nah, doesn't match."
I held up a blue short-sleeve shirt and black pants, imagining how I'd look.
I'm decently tall, and my gym-honed subtle muscles should make any outfit pop.
Still, I wanted to look my absolute best.
I coordinated while browsing online for tips.
After a hectic morning, I threw on my final pick and headed out.
The meetup spot was 20 minutes away.
Arriving 10 minutes early is my motto, so I left a bit ahead.
Busy subway station on a weekend.
Pushing through the crowds to the surface, it was packed with people out for fun.
Checked KakaoTalk for any messages. Nothing yet.
Time to kill, so I wandered to scout the area.
There's a cafe over there... That way's got tons of food spots.
After a loop around, I saw a crowd gathered at the subway entrance.
Curious, I approached.
"Whoa, she's fucking gorgeous. A celebrity?"
"Better than a celeb. Never seen anyone like that."
"Should I ask for her number?"
"Idiot, you think she'd give it to you?"
"Can't know till you try."
"Do what you want. If she rejects you, I'm outta here—don't act like you know me."
Two guys right in front of me.
Eavesdropping, the chatter around matched—no surprises.
I'd guessed as much, but seeing it firsthand was another thing.
I edged closer.
"Excuse me. I've been watching you... Mind if I get your num—"
"No."
"You're just so pretty, I thought—"
"I said no. And I'm waiting for someone, so move."
"Sorry. My bad."
She shut him down cold before he finished.
The guy who'd approached slunk back to his buddy.
"Told you. Know your place."
"Hey, 0.01% chance is still a jackpot. Let's go. This is embarrassing as hell."
They left, clearing the space around me.
The girl up front checked her phone, then swept her gaze over the lingering crowd.
Her head turned—and stopped dead. Right on me.
She smiled, then tapped her phone.
KakaoTalk.
-Shin Ayoung: What're you doing there?
-Park Woojin: Was just scoping the area and missed my timing to come out.
-Shin Ayoung: Just strut out confidently. Voyeur on the first date?
As the last message hit, Shin Ayoung started walking toward the entrance.
"Oppa~ You here?"
"Huh? Yeah."
She called me in that sticky-sweet voice and hooked her arm right through mine.
I could feel the stares piling on.
Probably wanted to see me flustered. No way I'd give her the satisfaction.
I slipped my arm free, then wrapped it gently around her waist instead.
"Let's go. Grab a drink and chat."
"Oh. Okay."
Shin Ayoung looked disappointed, but followed my lead.
We left the gawking crowd behind and headed into the bustling streets.
As we walked, I scanned her outfit.
A black blouse with sleeves so short her armpits would peek if she raised her arms.
A plain beige skirt falling to her ankles.
High-end fashion, like she was headed to a fancy party.
Compared to my getup, it was wildfire versus a candle.
Earrings, necklace, perfume too.
She was dazzling enough to give you a headache just standing there.
Then Shin Ayoung spoke first, eyeing me.
"Right, you said you were wandering around earlier?"
"Yeah."
"So when'd you get here?"
"Ten minutes before our meetup."
"Huh...?"
She tilted her head.
"Then why didn't I see you?"
"When'd you arrive?"
"Fifteen minutes early. Must've crossed paths when I stepped away to the bathroom."
"Eh, made for some fun people-watching at least."
"Wasn't fun for me."
"Everyone praising you had me puffing up with pride. This always happen when you go out?"
"Especially crowded today. But yeah... the vibe's usually similar."
"Impressive. Dealing with that every day."
"So treat me extra nice. Girls like me don't come around often."
"Got it. That's a given."
My response lit her up even more.
"Great! Let's hit that spot first. Plenty of time till lunch—perfect."
She pointed to a sign that read:
[Escape Room Cafe]
"Looks fun. First time for me."
"My friends rave about this place. Also my first, so let's give it our all."
"Don't you need reservations? Looks packed."
"Reserved ahead, obviously. Just follow me, oppa."
Inside, a price list by the counter listed themes: Horror, Fantasy, Mansion, etc.
As I browsed, Shin Ayoung spoke to the staff.
"Reservation for 11. Shin Ayoung."
"Yes. One moment... Got it. 'The Room That Won't Open Without Going Raw,' right?"
What kind of room? Sounded like a bombshell.
I stared at their cryptic exchange, but Shin Ayoung answered boldly.
"Yes, that's the one."
"This way, please."
She glanced back at me with a grin. I followed, a weird vibe nagging at me.
"Right in here. One-hour limit. Press this to exit anytime. No CCTV, so relax and enjoy."
The staff handed over what looked like a button.
Door slammed shut behind us the second I took it.
Thud.
Pink walls and red lighting greeted me.
As I eyed the room suspiciously, Shin Ayoung whispered from behind.
"Ready to start?"