Chapter 27: Woo Hyunjin (5) [R-18]

“……Hh.”

She clamped her lips shut, but couldn’t stifle the sound that escaped her throat. Leaning back, Hyunjin felt his forehead press between her legs.

‘This… this wasn’t just him following orders.’

He wasn’t simply doing as he was told; he genuinely wanted her.

The moment his tongue touched her and his lips carefully enveloped her, Hyunjin’s mind floated, no longer tethered to the toilet seat beneath her.

Her long eyelashes trembled beneath her eyelids, and the warmth he radiated made her stomach slowly tighten.

“You, right now…”

Thinking she had to stop this now, she tried to speak, but the moment his head buried itself deeper into her pelvis, her voice dissolved into a breath.

His hips settled naturally between her knees, and the way his body shifted on the floor was a purely masculine, instinctual response.

The control was supposedly in her hands, but her body was in complete revolt.

“……Hah.”

A soft moan. Her toes were already pressing harder against his erection, and her hand repeatedly clenched and released his hair.

With every movement of her foot, his breathing hitched, yet he didn’t rush or move wildly. Every touch was filled with desperation. That sincerity was now stirring her very core.

She could feel the movement of his hard cock through the soles of her feet—a slow, steady rhythm that would sometimes surge with an intense fervor.

The man’s movements were slow but persistent. Even his sounds were cautious, which only made them penetrate deeper.

The more he stirred inside her, the more her legs tingled and her shoulders twitched involuntarily. As a sensation like an electric current spread through her, she unconsciously squeezed her legs together before parting them again.

He knelt on the bathroom floor, offering his warmth to her as if in worship.

‘…I must be crazy.’

She bit her lip and closed her eyes, feeling herself holding on, trying not to fall apart.

Hyunjin was growing wet and pliant inside, and this strange, inverted sense of power—allowing a man she’d just met, a man who willingly made himself her footstool, to do this to her—was planting a bizarre pleasure deep inside her.

“…Hah… ah…”

In the cramped bathroom stall, an enclosed space where even the faintest breath echoed, Hyunjin’s breathing grew more ragged. The man was not just licking her, but sucking up the wetness that flowed from her.

Hyunjin’s hand was now gripping his hair. Not to push him away, but to hold him closer.

‘No more…’

The small space was growing hotter. The sensation, which had been condensing to a single point, swelled as if to burst, leaving nowhere to hide.

Hyunjin’s shoulders hitched, her thighs trembling faintly. The breath she’d been suppressing kept leaking from between her lips.

“……Hah!”

In that moment, her hips bucked reflexively. Her body trembled uncontrollably, her thighs clamping around the man’s head.

A series of fine, deep contractions, brought on by the heat of his tongue and his selfless devotion. It was a wave he had undeniably created.

The gush of fluid made the man freeze as well. He stopped, as if frozen, a subtle tension entering the arms wrapped around her thighs.

‘Now… no way?’

After taking her release on his face, he looked up at his queen. Hyunjin, flushed red to the corners of her eyes, still had her lips pressed shut.

But her breathing was uncontrollably ragged, and every gasp escaping her slightly parted lips spoke of what had just happened.

The man’s eyes widened. His expression was a mixture of surprise, admiration, and even pride. He covered his mouth with both hands, licking away every last drop that had splashed onto them, before slowly resting his forehead against her knee.

As the air on her cheeks felt strangely unfamiliar, the man whose head was buried below her spoke in the smallest of voices.

“…D-do you… need… more from me?”

The words came out hesitantly. His voice, tangled with shame, ecstasy, and desire, sounded utterly sincere.

Even after hearing him, Hyunjin couldn’t lift her head for a long while. Had he really wanted that from her, or had she wanted it more?

Biting her lip, she turned her head away. After a moment’s hesitation, as if there were no other choice, she slowly, very carefully, nodded.

When her response wasn’t a curse but a small movement, he dared to meet her gaze, asking for confirmation with his eyes. Hyunjin squeezed her eyes shut and nodded again.

He held his breath like someone entering a holy sanctuary.

His hands traveled up her thighs, hesitant to approach, but the cock still dangling beneath her foot didn’t seem hesitant at all.

“Thank you…”

It was a whisper full of sincerity. Unable to meet her eyes, he lowered his head as if to bow and carefully pressed a kiss to the inside of her knee.

A deep breath, almost a sigh of admiration, mingled with the heat of his lips on her skin.

He traced her skin as if engraving every inch of it. He mobilized every cell in his body to listen to her every reaction, adjusting his pace in response to the slightest tremor.

He even acted like someone tuning the rhythm of his service to the pace of her breathing.

And when a low gasp of “Hah…” escaped her, he would clutch his heart, soothing the tightness in his chest.

Hyunjin’s brow twitched slightly.

Having already come once, Hyunjin’s body found this kind of devoted foreplay awkward. After all, to deal with the men in heat over the past few weeks, she’d often adopted a mindset of just getting it over with quickly for herself.

“…Maybe, if I… use mine a little, wouldn’t it be… better?”

For her, a suggestion like this—asking her to release the thing pinned under her foot—was naturally unfamiliar.

Hyunjin looked down, surprised, but the look in her eyes soon faded. She didn’t refuse. When Hyunjin lifted her foot, he bowed his head again.

“Thank you… Thank you… my queen…”

Finding it difficult to respond, she shifted the angle of her legs slightly, just a fraction. That small change alone altered the air in the space.

“I… I’ll do my best to make you feel even better…”

He could see the inside of her thighs, the place he had just been servicing with his mouth, still glistening with moisture. The spot held the pristine trace of his lips.

His body moved before his mind could think. The cock that had been straining finally angled between her legs. Even as his hand brushed her knee and traveled up her thigh, she didn’t even flinch. To be precise, she didn’t pull away.

That was enough.

“Hnngh…!”

He bit his lip as he pushed his sturdy erection deep into her beautiful cunt. Inside her warmth, which he was feeling for the first time, it throbbed as if it had already found its home.

Hyunjin had thought his kneeling was just another form of narcissism, a submission born from an inferiority complex.

But now, in this sealed space, as something hot settled between her legs, slowly entering and filling her, what name could she give this sensation she was feeling?

“Haaan…”

Hyunjin closed her eyes. Not seeing, paradoxically, allowed her to focus more on the sensation. The feeling surging through her body peeled back the layers of an inner self she never knew she had.

Pride, hypocrisy, all the barriers she had built—they were melting away in her own heat. Unable to finish the thought, Hyunjin arched her back against the slowly rising wave.

She wanted him not to cross the line, yet she also wanted him to delve deeper. Just a little longer before the end, before the climax. She wanted to hold onto this subtle, transgressive peak for as long as possible.

Her expressionless mask had shattered long ago. The lips she had pressed shut to hide her expression were now slightly parted, and a blush colored her cheeks and neck.

With the muscles between her brows subtly tensed, Hyunjin looked down.

Her eyes were still sharp. No, they were perceived as sharp. Her eyes had been upturned since her transformation, giving her a gaze that could feel like a glare to others even when her face was blank.

But what she was looking at now was someone offering her his devotion. Someone who held his breath at her every reaction, not even daring to meet her eyes.

And yet, her instincts knew. He was savoring her gaze right now. Hyunjin could feel, instinctively, how much it was driving him crazy.

Moans instead of words, tremors instead of commands. As long as he claimed the lower position in this space, she was the one in the highest place.

Hyunjin’s sharp, almost perfectly straight shoulders trembled slightly. His cock was moving slowly below her, asserting its presence.

Hyunjin gently, very carefully, lifted her hips. And this time… she didn’t hold back her moan.

“…Hah.”

It wasn’t a simple sound. It was a single syllable slipping through her lips—something she had held back, suppressed, and restrained for so long.

It deepened as her breath hitched, as the warmth of his skin against hers grew more distinct.

Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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