I sucked with my mouth against her breast. As I did, her breast shifted and molded under the pressure I applied. It had a firm elasticity, but more than that, a softness that seemed to melt in my mouth enveloped my tongue. Meanwhile, my other hand steadily kneaded her left breast.
It felt like I had tried everything possible. I spread my palm wide, rubbing in circular motions. I squeezed and released, teased the prominent parts with my thumb and index finger, and played with them gently. I kissed every inch of the mound, marking it with my lips as if claiming it, sucking, twisting, and pulling with the tip of my tongue. Like a child engrossed with a toy, I couldn't tear myself away from her breasts.
After indulging for a while, I looked up to see Go Yeon-Joo's face, a faint smile curving her lips. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and while I was lost in my play, she had been gently stroking my hair and patting my back, as if soothing a fussy child.
"Was it tasty?" She asked playfully.
"Ahem," I cleared my throat, suddenly feeling embarrassed, deflecting her question. Yeon-Joo giggled brightly.
Having been so absorbed in one area, I felt it was time to expand my exploration. She seemed to feel the same, as she began undressing without me saying a word. Like peeling an onion, we shed our clothes layer by layer until we faced each other completely naked.
Looking at her, it was torture to stay still. So, I gently pushed her down, my hand cushioning the back of her head. Yeon-Joo's body curved gracefully as she lay fully reclined. Even in the dim light, her figure radiated an unyielding allure. Her confident, almost regal body made me catch my breath.
Her breasts, slightly sagging to the sides due to their size, her cinched waist, the defined muscles of her lower abdomen, her healthy hips, and her plump thighs caught my eye. My hands carefully traced over every part I had just admired.
Each time my touch grazed her, she trembled slightly. I paused at the tops of her thighs, a place I'd always wanted to explore, now overwhelmed by the reality of it before me. Noticing my intent, Yeon-Joo parted her legs slightly, making it easier for me to proceed. Her thighs felt soft yet warm to the touch. As I caressed them and moved upward, my fingers soon brushed against a coarse, textured area—her most intimate part. I lightly ran my fingers over it, feeling the rough hair and the delicate crevice.
Though I expected sensitivity, Yeon-Joo showed no resistance. Still, her body quivered with each press, and she occasionally bit her lip, hinting at her reactions. I continued to caress that area, taking in the entirety of the Shadow Queen's bare form.
Beautiful, sensual, provocative—yet beyond these descriptors, the fact that the woman before me was the Shadow Queen sent a surge of excitement through me. The realization that what I had thought was a dream was now reality, that we were both naked in the same room, made my heart pound fiercely.
When I lifted my hand after lingering on her pussy, my fingertips glistened with a sticky fluid. Though she hadn't moaned, her body had responded fully to my touch. I'd spent plenty of time on her breasts, but this felt like enough foreplay. My own arousal was painfully evident, rigid to the point of discomfort.
The urge to dive in and explore her fully was overwhelming, but I held back. Ha-Yeong had once told me our first night was unforgettable. I wanted my first time with Yeon-Joo to be the same—not just to sate my desires but to make it a night she'd never forget.
As I adjusted my position, a shift passed over Yeon-Joo's face, which had been gazing at me softly. She swayed her body seductively, her tongue flicking out playfully. The gentle, maternal smile she'd worn transformed into a lascivious grin. With narrowed eyes, she pulled me closer, her demeanor now the complete opposite of before. And I, watching her calmly…
"Mmm? Mmph!"
I immediately leaned in and pressed my lips against hers. It was our second kiss since the one we shared after the staircase encounter.
"Mmm… ngh… smooch…"
Her sweet breath from her nose tickled my upper lip. At first, she was startled by my sudden advance, but soon she opened her mouth, eagerly responding to my kiss. Our tongues intertwined, hot flesh mingling as we savored each other's saliva. Yeon-Joo was incredibly passionate—her tongue swirled around mine, creating soft friction, or wrapped around it tightly, sucking with fervor.
I held her back, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, sharing a sweet, lingering kiss. Maintaining the kiss, I slowly positioned myself over her. Her body sank into the bed, and our bodies overlapped. When we finally parted our lips, a thin thread of saliva stretched between us, and the scent of her body sent a dizzying wave through me.
Unable to resist the haze in my mind, I was about to bury my face in her chest again when her trembling voice softly tapped at my ear.
"Su-Hyeon… when you were with her… was it her first time?"
"…Yes."
"I-I'm sorry. I… I'm… I'm not a virgin."
"It's okay. And didn't you say that such things don't matter in Hall Plain?"
As I whispered gently, Yeon-Joo shook her head.
"That's… that's not it. I don't know. The moment we kissed, I suddenly felt so regretful, like I've committed a sin. I don't even know why I feel this way…"
"Yeon-Joo."
"I'm sorry. But even with this impure body, I want to be held by you."
"In the modern world, a woman who worked in a bar, looked down upon by others, could become the revered Shadow Queen in Hall Plain."
Yeon-Joo had once described herself as a bar girl. She insisted she hadn't lived recklessly, and I believed her. Still, it seemed she carried trauma from her past, despite her claims otherwise. Perhaps my choice to kiss her slowly instead of rushing things had stirred this shift in her heart. Her eyes were now brimming with tears.
"Don't say such sad things. I've been with Ha-Yeong, too. And I've had experiences in the modern world as well. Does that make my body impure?"
"No, that's not what I meant. But men and women are different, aren't they?"
"What's different? There's no difference at all. By that logic, are you saying what we're doing now is impure? It's not, right?"
At my firm tone, Yeon-Joo quietly nodded. I wiped away the few tears that fell, speaking to her in an even softer voice to comfort her.
"Your body isn't impure. It's beautiful, captivating, pure, and pristine. So please, don't ever say such things in front of me again."
"…Thank you."
Before this moment, I had felt guilt, and now, as we grew closer, she was the one feeling it. It struck me that men and women indeed carried different emotional sensitivities. Through this, we had opened up a bit of our hidden selves to each other. This wasn't just a connection born of simple attraction; it was a sharing of deeper emotions, even if only partially.
Now, only one thing remained: complete union with her. Yeon-Joo gazed at me with longing, parting her thighs on her own. Feeling the time was right, I lifted her spread legs and drew my body closer. The moment my cock pressed against her pussy, her sleek legs swiftly wrapped around my back, as if refusing to let me go.
"Su-Hyeon… please, hurry…"
Yeon-Joo pleaded in a desperate tone. At her words, I quickly shifted my hips, probing her pussy. Perhaps due to my heightened excitement, I misaimed once or twice. But as she adjusted her hips herself, I finally managed to position the tip at her entrance.
"Come in… all at once," She urged.
"But…"
"It's okay."
At her repeated pleas, I gripped her slender waist tightly. With that, I thrust forward with all my strength.
"Ahh…"
A slick, penetrating sensation accompanied her suppressed moan as I pushed through her tight flesh. Unsatisfied, she gasped for breath and spoke again.
"Deeper… deeper… ahh…!"
As per her request, I pulled her hips toward me, thrusting my waist even further forward. The moment my groin collided with her thighs, Yeon-Joo tightened her legs around my waist even more forcefully. As I fully inserted myself, her lower abdomen contracted tightly, allowing me to reach the deepest part of her.
We had finally become one, perfectly united.
"…"
"…"
It was hot. So hot. The heat inside her was so intense that it felt like I might melt away entirely.
Neither of us spoke. I collapsed onto her, our stomachs pressed together, and she wrapped her arms and legs tightly around me. The pressure against my chest, the heat radiating from our connection, and her arms and legs enveloping my body—I lingered in that sensation for a moment. But soon, I began a gentle back-and-forth motion. In response, she started moving her hips, matching my rhythm.
Creak, creak.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah."
Perhaps because of the old bed, even my careful movements produced grinding sounds. As I gradually increased my pace, the noise grew louder. But it didn't matter. Her soft moans, in sync with the creaking of the bed, didn't sound lewd or vulgar in the slightest. Instead, her voice stirred a tender, almost aching desire to hold her a thousand times over.
As I continued moving relentlessly, I could feel heat rising from my body. The sound of wet, friction-filled slaps echoed intermittently in the room. Seeing the indescribable joy on her face, I moved even more vigorously.
"Ah, ah. Like that, harder, please."
"Gladly."
Like playing a staccato, the woman beneath me spoke in short, broken syllables, urging me on. I increased my pace to meet her demands. Honestly, I thought it was already enough, but she seemed to crave something even more intense.
Creak! Creak! Creak! Creak! Creak! Creak! Creak! Creak!
"Ah, ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahh…!"
With the sudden intensity of the bed's shaking, she seemed unable to contain her passion. Her occasional moans turned into sultry cries, growing more fervent. The creaking of the bed and the slick sounds from her lower body grew louder still.
"Too, good, so, too, more, harder, haa!"
I lost track of how much time had passed. But the excitement that had been building inside me felt like it was about to burst. The sensations coursing through my body were converging toward that one place.
Yeon-Joo seemed to feel the same. The arms and legs wrapped around me were now gripping with such force that it felt like they might make me explode. Looking at her breasts, swollen and pressed against my chest, I began my final push.
The moment her thighs clamped around my waist as if to break it, I felt an intense contraction from her most precious place, where I was buried to the hilt. It was as if she meant to crush me, her inner walls tightening fiercely. And in that fleeting moment…
"Hnngh!"
With a ragged breath, I surrendered to the flood of pleasure. It was as if a dam I'd barely held together collapsed, and the pent-up waters overflowed in a rush.
"Uwaaah!"
She writhed wildly, letting out a desperate scream. It was a cute cry, unimaginable from the usual Yeon-Joo. As I tensed my lower body, she finally released her grip with her legs. But her legs didn't fall—they stretched out into the air, toes pointed stiffly, as if she too had reached her climax at the same moment. I pulled her trembling body into a fierce embrace.
"Ah…! Uh…! Hng…! Ah…! Uh…! Hng…!"
I poured everything I had into her. Each time a pulse of release surged out, her waist arched like a bow before settling back down. Stroking her trembling back, I continued to flood her with my essence.
When I had finally given everything, a sudden wave of exhaustion washed over me. Yeon-Joo and I collapsed, breathing heavily.
Lifting my head to look at her, I saw her dreamy expression and heard her sweet, panting breaths. A pleasant lightness coursed through my body, leaving me in a state of blissful relaxation. As I savored the lingering sensation and prepared to withdraw, her limp legs suddenly wrapped around my waist again. Shaking her head, she spoke.
"Just… just stay like this for a bit. Don't pull out. Please…"
I gazed at her face and gave a slight nod. She let out a sigh of relief, then gently pursed her lips—a silent request for a kiss. We shared another sweet kiss, then closed our eyes to savor the afterglow.
In the deep night, still joined together, we felt each other's warmth through our lips and bodies, drifting off to sleep as one.
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