Chapter 96
Chapter 96
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: What Do You Like About Me?
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Of course, my answer was set in stone.
But Yoon Hye-yoon wanting me this badly felt pretty damn good.
Suppressing the grin tugging at my lips, I tossed a question her way.
"Before that, can I ask you something?"
"Sure, sure. What is it?"
"Well... in a way, it's like two-timing, isn't it? Though we're not officially dating either one. But you're okay with that?"
"If I wasn't okay with it, would I have followed you all the way here? And..."
"And?"
"Because you're someone I don't want to let slip away... so I'm trying to grab hold somehow. Even if the timing feels off right now."
It sounded just like a confession.
But knowing she didn't truly like me that way...
I didn't put much stock in it.
"What do you like about me?"
"Do I really have to say it out loud?"
"I want to hear it straight from you. Tell me what you think of me."
"Ugh..."
Yoon Hye-yoon glanced away shyly, like she was embarrassed.
Her face was shadowed by the tree, but I could see her earlobe flushing pink.
When her mouth didn't open right away, I zoned out, taking in the park scenery.
About a minute passed like that. Then a soft murmur came from beside me.
"Well... you work out as a hobby, so we do that together. And you live next door..."
"And?"
"Seeing you stick with working out without quitting makes you seem diligent... and your body's gotten so good."
"That's it?"
"You're tall too. And your face is nice... Ah, that's really it!"
"Haha... Thanks. I'm glad you think that way."
I laughed and scooted my hip closer to Yoon Hye-yoon.
Then I raised my hand and started stroking her hair.
Her body twitched the moment I touched her. But she didn't try to stop me.
If anything, she tilted her head toward me to make it easier.
We sat there for a bit, basking in the warm night breeze.
I casually brought it up.
"But seriously, is that the last one?"
"What answer are you hoping for?"
"You know."
"No clue."
"Then I'll make you realize it."
I gathered her hair and draped it over her opposite shoulder.
I traced my index finger down her exposed nape, and a weak moan slipped from her lips.
"Hnn... That tickles."
Feeling goosebumps rise on her skin, I slowly slid my hand lower.
Down her spine to her waist, and she arched her back like it tickled.
"Ah, okay! I'll say it, so stop...!"
Yoon Hye-yoon twisted away, crying uncle.
I pulled my hand back, and she shot me a little glare.
"Is this what you wanted to hear?"
She placed her bag between my knee and thigh.
Then she reached over and started caressing my thigh, exploring like she was scouting it out.
Doing it casually, like nothing was happening, while facing forward so no one would notice—it was thrilling as hell.
The bag was big enough that unless someone walked right up, no one would know.
She rubbed the upper part of my thigh, feeling the firmness, then crept inward.
Deep between my crotch, she curled her hand around my balls, giving them a light squeeze.
Wearing athletic shorts, her body heat came through directly.
Feeling her warm palm, she kneaded my balls with some pressure.
"So that means you milked all the cum produced in these big balls all night long that day?"
I didn't answer, just dropped my gaze to watch her fingers.
The lewd motion was so captivating, I could get lost in it just watching.
No response from me, so she turned her head to look at my face.
Spotting where my eyes were, she slowly slid her hand upward.
She stroked the soft shaft until it stiffened up decently, then finally gave the right answer.
"This size, this girth, the way your hips move, and how it stays rock-hard no matter how much you cum... I love it."
The second those words hit, I went full mast.
Feeling cramped inside, I pushed her hand away and tugged my shorts down a bit.
Couldn't get the underwear down, so I pulled my dick out through the front hole.
I angled it toward her, then whispered.
"Wanna touch it?"
"Yeah..."
Yoon Hye-yoon turned fully toward me and gripped my dick tight with both hands.
Her small, warm hands pulsed with excitement.
Feeling my heartbeat, she started moving her hands little by little, then bowed her head.
It was dark, like she wanted a closer look, but it was a position impossible to explain away if someone saw.
99 out of 100 people would think we were up to something naughty.
With someone possibly watching, her warm breath hit the tip of my glans.
Her face had gotten even closer.
"I didn't shower earlier. Doesn't it smell like sweat or something weird?"
"No. It has a strong scent, but... it's fine."
Like she didn't want to let go of my dick after so long.
It probably smelled, but Yoon Hye-yoon said it was okay.
I straightened the bag at an angle to block her face as much as possible.
Then I just stood my dick up straight and let her do whatever she wanted.
As time passed, hot breaths blew on it faster and harder.
The volume and intensity suggested her mouth was open.
Then she lifted her head to look at me.
A silent plea in her eyes.
I knew exactly what she wanted right away, but I wasn't about to give in easy.
"Why are you staring like that?"
"Can I... suck it?"
"We're outside."
"No one's around, and it's dark... Just a little, for real."
Her eyes were so desperate, it was pitiful.
Seeing that softened me up.
"You like my dick that much?"
"Yeah... I do..."
"Explain why you like it, and I'll let you suck."
"I already said..."
"More detail. Make it dirtier."
"Ugh..."
She seemed torn between pride and lust, but to me, it was just a matter of time.
I flexed my dick on purpose to urge her.
"Hurry up and say it, or it might go soft."
"Okay... fine..."
She hesitated like it was hard to get the words out.
As I tensed my dick again, she finally started.
"First, the glans... it's big and red, stretches my insides while rubbing all the sensitive spots... feels amazing..."
"Insides where? Say the exact name, or I won't get it."
"...Pussy. Pussy."
"So it feels good digging into your pussy's weak spots? Keep going."
Why did teasing her feel so good?
Something mean always slipped out around her.
"The shaft is thick, fills my p...ussy right up... and the throbbing pulse... I love feeling it directly. The veins bulging out... so lewd."
"Mm... anything else?"
"Else...?"
"You were touching my balls earlier. Give your thoughts on those too."
I could've stopped there.
But her being embarrassed yet honest was too cute to quit.
"Those... balls. I like how they slap against me when you move."
"Say the proper name."
"In missionary, your balls tap my perineum and it feels good. And doggy-style... they hit my clitoris... makes me cum quick a lot."
My dick swelled even bigger.
I couldn't hold back anymore.
"Go ahead and suck."
"Yes!"
With that, the glans slipped into her mouth.
Like it looked that tasty. Her mouth was full of sticky saliva.
She rubbed it against her full cheeks, swirled her tongue fast, savoring my dick with her whole mouth.
Forgotten that this was a park bench. Every suck with her lips made lewd slurping sounds, and drool ran down the shaft.
Felt great, but something was missing—then her hand gripped the shaft to steady it.
She pursed her lips, sucked out the air, and started bobbing her head up and down.
"Slurp... schlop... mmph♡ glurk...!"
A timid blowjob, just teasing the glans ridge.
But my dick was too long. Her bobbing face poked out beyond the bag.
I noticed eyes around, but the pleasure kept me from stopping.
Had to focus on the dick and cum quick.
Whether she knew my situation or not...
She was already swallowing a third of the shaft, going at high speed.
Her earlier "just a little" promise long forgotten.
"Schlurp schlurp♡ tschup... smack...! Hnng... hng."
"Wait... I'm about to cum, so pull off..."
Feeling the cum rising, I lifted her head slightly to warn her.
But even hearing me, she tightened her lips and sped up the shaking.
"Seriously gonna cum...!"
"Glrk... hnng mmph."
Unintelligible sounds came out.
But from the look, it meant she was keeping going.
Feeling my thighs tremble and hips buck on their own, I came right in her mouth.
Spurt spurt...!! Spuuurt...! Spuuuurt...
"Mmmph...! Hnnnng... hnng...!"
My hips thrust up, poking her palate with my dick.
But she clamped down hard, like she wouldn't spill a drop.
About two minutes holding it in.
When she lifted her head, her cheeks were puffed out full.
"You still have the cum in your mouth?"
"Mm-hmm..."
Her nodding was adorable.
Last time, she'd pulled off right before and finished with her hand. This time, straight down the throat.
Felt good knowing she'd opened up more to me.
"Spit it out quick. Probably doesn't taste great."
At my words, she tilted her head back and opened wide. White globs on her red tongue.
The amount showed how turned on I'd been.
She rolled it around like showing off, then stuck out her tongue over the ground and spat.
The sticky strings falling were hot enough to watch again.
"Hahk... hahk... Fresh cum is... so hot."
"You don't have to push yourself. Handjob right before is plenty."
"I wanted to try it, so don't worry."
Yoon Hye-yoon wiped her mouth and sat back properly.
She opened her bag, pulled out a towel, and started wiping my dick.
"This... is the towel you used after showering at the gym earlier... so it's a bit damp. But better than drool-covered."
The soft towel rubbing every crevice—knowing it'd wiped her body made me hornier.
Once it was dry, I gently pushed her hand away.
"All dry and fluffy now, good enough."
"Oh, okay."
The surroundings quieted again. But it wasn't awkward or tense.
This was the charged air between a man and woman craving each other.
Our eyes met, and we stood at the same time.
Without a word, we headed home.