Chapter 116
His voice was even serious. Now that he mentioned it, there was an empty space in the front designed to accommodate a certain amount of volume. Even so, no matter how you looked at it, this was not a piece of clothing designed to comfortably secure the male genitalia. It was less like underwear as a daily necessity… and more like an adult toy meant to elicit a different kind of excitement between two people.
When he had brought up sexy underwear, the most I had imagined was a pair of small, triangular briefs. The kind with a slightly deeper cut at the groin. Even if I stretched my imagination further, it would only go as far as a men’s T-back thong.
While the thing before my eyes now did fall into the category of a men’s T-back thong, the material that would clearly show the outline and even the color of one’s genitals, the design where you could just pull the long strings on both sides and the underwear would fall right off without needing to pull your legs out… and the extremely narrow width of the crotch that looked like one’s testicles would spill out… all of it far surpassed what I had braced myself for.
Was my imagination lacking, or was the imagination of the people who made this and the man who found it just that rich….
“You’ll wear it for me, won’t you? You promised.”
He rested his chin on my shoulder and whispered, as if whining.
I didn’t think I had ever promised, but I knew it was as good as a promise. Even if I hadn’t been thrilled with anticipation, I think I had been unconsciously bracing myself.
I thought it had started when he told me in the kitchen that he had a present for me, but maybe it was a resolve that had been growing little by little ever since I first heard him say, “I think it would suit you,” on the bed.
Looking back on all the sex we’d had until now, the situation of insisting I couldn’t wear this underwear seemed even more ridiculous. Like stubbornly refusing a peck on the cheek because it’s too embarrassing, even after you’ve already French kissed.
The line had been crossed long ago.
As I let out a short breath, he lowered the chin that had been resting on my shoulder and kissed me through my t-shirt. His lips moved little by little toward the edge of my shoulder before pulling away. Then, with his long fingers, he gently cupped my chin, turning my gaze, which had been fixed on the box, to himself.
And with his thumb, he traced his way up, as if tickling my chin, and repeatedly flipped my lower lip slightly before letting go.
The friction, which caused a pang of pain on my lips, continued, just as it had in the garden. I wondered why he was substituting a kiss with this pinching-like rubbing when we were all alone, but I couldn’t dispute the fact that this new form of skinship made my head spin just as much as a kiss did.
“Mm…”
As I marveled at his novelty—not only kissing, but creating acts reminiscent of a kiss to draw out stimulation—a moan escaped through the thrilling pain.
His eyes, looking at me, narrowed.
His gaze, which slowly and deeply looked into my left and right eyes in turn, seemed to be searching for something within me. He sometimes used to stare at my eyes and face this way.
Like a person who finds me to be a completely unfamiliar being, who feels both distance and curiosity toward me, who is confused but cannot look away, lingering because of their wonder about the secret of that gap.
But to me, his eyes—which glinted blue then shattered into white, which sought to explore my existence even while holding doubts about it—were far more bizarre and mysterious.
A faint smile on his face, he drew closer. His lips met mine over the finger that was rubbing my lower lip, and for a while, his lips and finger explored the surface of my lips together.
As if in a kiss, yet as if in a caress that was not a kiss, I was mesmerized by the new kind of stimulation he was inflicting and completely surrendered my lips to him. The finger that dealt a thrilling pain and the lips that sweetly enveloped it reminded me of the harmony of sweet and salty.
But today, he rarely put his tongue inside, lingering only on my lips for a long time. His different way of kissing at first seemed like a mere act for stimulation, but with the number of times we had shared our bodies, I could sense that he was hesitating.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to come in. Beyond the defensive wall he himself had erected, I could clearly feel his desire to, in fact, invade, stir, and wring me out.
And he had even prepared underwear like this….
Whatever Noona and Hyung had said (though their target had been Inwoo-hyung, not him), whatever his experience and whatever my age, the ‘innocent and unknowing Seo Yeehyeon’ hadn’t been swept up by the atmosphere or techniques induced by the experienced man to get this far.
If anything, I had wanted it.
I was the one who first licked his lips, which were only brushing over my finger as they moved up, down, left, and right. His large body momentarily stiffened as he gripped both my shoulders hard.
But his pause, as if in refusal, lasted only a moment.
As if tearing down the defensive wall he had built himself, his tongue parted my lips and entered, and the two fingers that had been rubbing them plunged in as well. My moans deepened at the movement of his fingers, which pressed down on my tongue and slowly rubbed back and forth.
“Ugh… Mmm… Nngh.”
A messy kiss followed, where his fingers, his tongue, and my tongue tangled together, tumbling over one another like three people having sex. Toward the end, my tongue writhed in bolder curves, and my shoulders and chest heaved irregularly. When his hand slipped under the short-sleeved t-shirt I wore as pajamas and began to fiddle with the small of my back, I, too, was instantly set ablaze, wanting his bare skin.
I pressed my chest tightly against his, as if leaning on him, and gazed at him with hazy eyes. I made no effort to hide my ragged breaths.
His fingers, soaked in my saliva, slipped out of my mouth and slowly traced over my lips. At a sweet distance where the tips of our noses brushed, he looked at me and shook his head.
Hesitating, pausing, shaking his head in denial.
It was different from his usual distancing, which was intentionally meant to make me burn with impatience in order to draw out my honesty. I returned the box, which had been perched precariously on my thigh, to its place and asked.
“What’s wrong….”
Although it took a passive form, it was probably the first time I had ever asked him for an explanation.
“……”
His eyes, as he looked at me in silence and caressed the waist he was holding, were still different somehow.
“Maybe… if you don’t want to…”
As if he didn’t even want to hear such words, he scowled and covered my mouth with his hand. Then, as if apologizing for his momentarily brutish action, he gently stroked my lips with that same hand. He whispered to me, his voice mixed with a sigh.
“Saliva… can you give me more?”
“……”
Pulling me closer by the waist he held from inside my t-shirt, he poked his tongue behind my upper lip and tickled it.
“Don’t swallow… let it all flow into me. Inside me.”
His whispering voice sounded as desperate as an addict in withdrawal, seeking drugs or alcohol to forget the pain.
“Because I want all of it… because it’s mine… without leaving a single drop, I want to swallow it all….”
As soon as he finished speaking, he wrapped a hand around my neck in a rather rough motion. Gripping the very top of my neck, just below my chin, he pushed my chin up, demonstrating his demand by letting his own saliva flow into me.
“Heuk, hhk… heo-euk…”
With my chin tilted up, I gulped down the saliva he poured into me… and looked up at his face through my vision, which had blurred from the increased pressure in my eyes.
The scent dissolved in the saliva he gave me was thicker and richer than usual, and from swallowing too much of that scent, which had already become a symbol of sex for me, the arousal began to cause a light tremor inside my body.
Slowly releasing the pressure from the hand that gripped my neck, he let go of my lips and pressed our foreheads together. He rubbed the tip of his nose against mine and overlapped our lips again. The contact of our lips deepened as he tilted his chin, and he prodded the roof of my mouth with his tongue as if to urge me on.
As long as I didn’t swallow, saliva naturally pooled in my mouth, and without me even having to try, as soon as the surface of my tongue became wet, all the moisture was stolen away by his suction.
“Ugh, mm. Nngh… heuk.”
His suction was as if he were trying to suck my very self into him… like someone who hungered and thirsted for my saliva. The sensation of being held fast by him and thoroughly explored drew moans from the depths of my throat.
He tightened his arm around my waist and squeezed the hand that had wrapped around the nape of my neck as he swept it down, his brow and the bridge of his nose furrowed. In his blue eyes that filled my vision, arousal, hesitation, and guilt pushed and pulled at each other tautly. It was an expression I had never seen before.
Pulling my chest slightly away from where it was pressed against his, I carefully pushed back his tongue and lips, which were practically suctioned to mine. Instead, I looked at him, my hand tracing over the gently curving, swollen muscles of his chest through his t-shirt.
“Really… is it not a cold? You barely ate, either. When your nose is stuffy, you lose your appetite, so…”
That was the only reason I could come up with. He quickly erased the distorted expression he had worn just moments before and, with a playful, swaggering tone, took both my upper and lower lips into his mouth at once and bit down lightly.
“Why? Are you worried that if I have a cold, I’ll be some weakling who can’t even have sex and just lies around?”
As if asking if I had stopped the kiss just to say something like that, he pulled me in by the waist in a sulky voice and tried to kiss me again.
“That’s not it…”
“Ah… now that you mention it, I think I do feel a little sick.”
“……”
Interrupting me with an exaggerated, joking tone, he used only his index finger and thumb to grasp the edge of the underwear and slowly lifted it. The underwear, held in his hand, looked several times more… risqué than it had in the box.
“I think if I see you wearing this, Seo Yeehyeon, I’ll be all better.”
“……”
He was trying to pass off my question with a joke.
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