Chapter 21
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 21
Chapter Title: The Most Famous Divorcee in Korea (2)
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Sometimes when you go to the hospital, haven't you felt anxious because you couldn't figure out what on earth the doctor was doing? Telling you to put your feet together or pinch your nose. Everyone has probably felt bewildered by inexplicable instructions at least once.
Park Jungwoo was exactly in that state right now.
"Um, what should I do?"
"Just lie there."
"...Do I have to stay in this position?"
The feel of the blanket against his back was nice. But the sensation pressing against the back of his head was far softer and fluffier. Even knowing this situation wasn't entirely safe, it was so comfortable that he felt himself relaxing without thinking.
"Hee hee... Does it bother you?"
"No, it's not that..."
"It's fine. This is all part of the treatment."
As Yang Jihee leaned forward slightly, a heavy, warm softness smothered his face. The resilient give that no layers of clothing could hide enveloped the left half of his face, and Park Jungwoo squeezed his eyes shut.
He was lying with his head in Yang Jihee's lap. Half his view of the ceiling was completely blocked by her breasts. A sweet, thick feminine scent invaded his nose, muddling the sanity he was desperately clinging to.
"Ah... S-Sorry, it's cold..."
His two hands, gathered over her breasts, twitched. Yang Jihee's hand rested a bit lower, on the tattoo just below his navel.
Her fingers were coated in something sticky. Like applying ointment to a wound, she smeared the dark liquid over the tattoo that had taken on a deep black hue at some point, and her hand began moving gently again.
Park Jungwoo couldn't hide his tension. With a week's experience, he could think a little now, so it wasn't hard to read impure intent in this position—like a baby suckling at its mother's breast.
On top of that, the attitude she'd shown at the door. The fear he'd felt there hadn't fully faded, so he watched Yang Jihee warily, his eyes narrowed slightly.
"Staring like that makes me a little embarrassed."
Yang Jihee covered her mouth with one hand and let out a refined laugh. She slid that hand down to gently stroke his bangs into place.
Her beautifully curved blue eyes. Her gentle smile. It was completely different from what she'd shown at the door. All he could sense from her was soft maternal warmth. Her hand stroking his hair made him want to drift off to sleep.
But Park Jungwoo tried to stay alert. An inexplicable feeling. A strong premonition warning him not to let his guard down here.
"Wh-What are you doing right now?"
"Hmm~ You mean this?"
She pointed to what looked like a jar of ointment, then spread the palm she'd been rubbing on his stomach. She lightly shook her hand, sticky with gel-like substance, in front of his eyes before resuming her touch on his belly.
"It's a mana-gathering gel. We use it often before treatment to prevent mana from dispersing."
"Oh... But why put it there...?"
"Do you know exactly how this tattoo works?"
The tip of her finger pressed lightly on his lower abdomen.
He started to shake his head instinctively, then realized it would just rub his face against her breasts. In a small voice, he answered no.
"This tattoo gathers the mana that naturally leaks from your body, Park Jungwoo, and activates its effect once it has enough. Think of it like a skill forcibly attached from the outside—might make it easier to understand?"
"Oh... Then wouldn't gathering mana there break it...?"
"Cheap tattoos like this usually have low durability. Force too much mana into it, and it'll break. The shape might remain, but the core would be gone."
Park Jungwoo let out an impressed "Aha." Dangerous woman, but a pro is a pro, he thought, closing his mouth again.
Yang Jihee set the open jar aside a bit. The fingers returning to the tattoo began to glow faintly.
"Um, but... Didn't you say it activates when mana goes in...?"
Yang Jihee's fingertip pressed into his stomach. A strange sensation, like warm water flowing directly into his gut, made his expression twist slightly.
"Th-Then... right now too... Eek!!"
Suddenly, heat surged up. The searing heat he'd experienced bitterly over the past three days—but could never get used to—spread from the tattoo, consuming his whole body.
"Oh dear. Sorry, I think I failed to control the mana..."
Yang Jihee fidgeted as if flustered. Park Jungwoo twisted reflexively. The sensation crashing over him was far more intense than any previous fit of pleasure; he gasped through a constricted throat, "Kk... hng."
"Should I push in more?"
It sounded less like muttering to herself and more like she wanted him to hear. Her palm pressed down on his lower abdomen.
She rubbed gently, pouring mana in like filling a bottomless jar.
Park Jungwoo's whole body heated up. His hips lifted involuntarily, trembling. Beneath his casual clothes, his fully erect cock complained of confinement.
"Oh, this is..."
A contrived sigh escaped Yang Jihee's lips. She gazed calmly down at Park Jungwoo writhing on her lap, voicing excitement bordering on agony.
Only when the circuits embedded in the tattoo were on the verge of overload—right before shattering, like a cup brimming over—did her hand lift from his lower abdomen.
"If you wait like this, the effect will wear off eventually..."
Yang Jihee murmured, looking troubled.
Park Jungwoo rolled off her lap, wriggling onto his stomach. Face buried in the blanket, he panted as if on the verge of collapse.
Clutching the blanket between his thighs, his quivering hips bucked repeatedly. He made strangled noises like a choking man, his hands gripping the fabric so hard his nails dug in pathetically.
"This must be tough for you. I guess it can't be helped..."
Yang Jihee grabbed his shoulder and rolled him onto his back. His face, wracked by pleasure, was contorted.
"It's okay. Just leave everything to me."
She undid his pants and pulled down his underwear. His cock, already rock-hard without a touch, twitched every time he unconsciously tensed his thighs.
Park Jungwoo couldn't see the flicker of satisfaction in Yang Jihee's eyes as she watched.
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A soft, plush palm enveloped it with a light squeeze, and the cock inside throbbed wildly.
Park Jungwoo, lost to reason, was ruled by instinct.
Following the habit ingrained over the past few days, he offered no resistance even as Yang Jihee lifted and spread his legs.
"Mm..."
Yang Jihee's head, staring up at him intently, dipped slightly. Her sultry smile gazed back at him.
"Chup..."
Her lips brushed the tip of his cock and pulled away. She rubbed her lips against the foreskin covering the glans, then flicked her tongue tip against the slightly exposed head.
"Hiiik!!"
Park Jungwoo let out a scream-like moan, thrusting his hips forward. His thighs clamped around her cheeks, trying to pull her down.
Yang Jihee did nothing in response. She just pursed her lips and turned her head slightly, and his rigid cock pressed firmly against her cheek.
The flesh under her eye bulged from the pressure, making her look almost like she was smiling. In a soft, soothing voice, she chided him gently.
"If you want something, you have to say it. Moving like that on your own won't do."
Her voice was calm and tender, devoid of any emotion or excitement. Park Jungwoo, twisting with his fists clenched in the bedsheet, pleaded in a choked, whimpering voice.
"L-Lick it, please... like before, more, lots..."
Only then did Yang Jihee smile in satisfaction and lower her head again.
Her reddish lips trailed slowly down the base. Kiss after kiss, smack, smack, short pecks landing as they descended, settling in the slight dip between his balls and shaft.
She extended her tongue to lap upward from there, and Park Jungwoo finally burst with the moan he'd been holding back.
Every time her long tongue prodded like a skewer, his hips jerked and twisted, crumpling the bedsheet into a mess.
"Good boy. From now on, if you want something, say it like that. Got it?"
She lifted her head to look down at him. Her smile was loving and gentle, as if embracing everything—yet her hand rested on his pelvis.
Every press of her fingertips into the slightly protruding bone above his thigh made his cock twitch like a button had been pushed. After a long string of hitched gasps, he slurred his reply.
"Y-Yes..."
Yang Jihee watched him a moment longer before dipping her head again. His slightly parted lips—as if peeling a shell—began devouring his cock from the tip.