Ch.163Epilogue: Relationship (6)

“Like lovers?”

At Ju-a’s puzzling request, I tilted my head in confusion.

Did she mean our relationship didn’t feel like we were lovers?

But Ju-a’s thoughts didn’t seem that serious. Her expression wasn’t disappointed or regretful—her face was genuinely flushed, literally excited.

And seeing that face, I realized what Ju-a meant was essentially “role-playing.”

…Hmm.

Thinking about it, I was in the wrong.

I’ve heard that romance is a kind of build-up. Starting from the flirting stage and gradually building a relationship, like constructing a tower.

But we had rushed straight to this point without those intermediate steps. Plus, if “first experiences” were that intense, it made sense she couldn’t fully process it.

“Yes.”

After thinking it through, I nodded. My response seemed to please her—the corner of Ju-a’s lips twitched slightly, though it disappeared quickly.

“Then, shall we start with entering the hotel?”

“What? Oh, yes.”

At my words, Ju-a sprang up from the bed.

Neither of us was wearing swimsuits. Ju-a was dressed in a light blouse and a flowing skirt. Unlike usual, she had her hair down, making her look incredibly pure and delicate.

I was wearing something similar, except with shorts instead of a skirt. No one had specifically chosen our outfits; we just put on whatever was available—well, since we’d be taking them off anyway, I suppose it didn’t matter much.

We walked to the door with somewhat awkward, stiff steps.

Then, we turned toward the inside of the room.

“…”

“Ah.”

Ju-a took my hand.

We weren’t even interlocking fingers, but somehow I became acutely aware of the sensation of her hand. Ju-a’s hand was soft and a bit small. The height difference between us was even greater than between Jihye and me, so that made sense.

I felt more embarrassed, but strangely, my mind became calmer.

Ju-a looked up at me, then quickly lowered her gaze again.

The bright red behind her ear was somewhat cute. Without thinking, I reached out and tucked Ju-a’s hair behind her ear. When my finger brushed her ear, Ju-a’s body flinched.

“…”

Simply touching various parts of her body to tease her wasn’t as effective as the ticklish feeling deep in my chest.

I slowly moved my feet, gently pulling Ju-a’s hand.

Ju-a followed me into the hotel with her head bowed low.

Like a couple who had just finished a date and returned, we stood in the middle of the hotel room.

Gently pulling Ju-a’s hand to face me, I took her other hand with my free hand.

Ju-a gathered her courage and raised her head to look at my face.

Then she closed her eyes.

Her eyebrows trembled slightly, making her look like a frightened puppy—it was cute.

I slowly lowered my face,

Smooch.

And lightly pressed my lips against hers.

Then I released her hands and gently placed mine on her waist, pulling her slightly toward me.

And once more, smooch on her lips.

Ju-a’s eyes opened drowsily.

This time, Ju-a’s face came closer and planted a light kiss on my lips. Ju-a’s arms slowly rose to wrap around my neck, and simultaneously, her body pressed against mine.

Seeing Ju-a standing on tiptoe and leaning on me looked so endearing that I firmly grasped her slender waist with both hands.

“Haa.”

Perhaps feeling the sensation through her clothes, a yearning breath escaped from between Ju-a’s lips.

Once more, our lips overlapped.

This time, it wasn’t a light kiss.

We naturally opened our mouths and naturally intertwined our tongues. Like lovers who had known each other for a long time. Ju-a kissed somewhat playfully, seeming to follow my tongue but constantly retreating, ensuring my mouth stayed on hers.

Ju-a’s lips were somewhat dainty. She was the smallest among the three of us, so her face was also small. Her soft lips could almost entirely fit inside my mouth.

“Mmm.”

My saliva flowed into her mouth, sliding down Ju-a’s tongue and mixing with her own. I found myself wanting more of Ju-a’s saliva to come my way, so whenever her tongue briefly entered my mouth, I licked it as if it were candy.

Smooch.

When I deliberately sucked playfully, Ju-a’s shoulders twitched and narrowed.

When we separated our lips, the saliva between our mouths dripped onto our clothes. Most of it fell on our chests where they touched.

Seeing this, with our foreheads pressed together, we giggled for a moment.

I held Ju-a and twirled around toward the bed.

And like one would with a precious lover, I gently laid Ju-a down on the bed.

Ju-a looked up at me with her arms spread, hands beside her face, her cheeks flushed.

Excited, her forehead was already drenched with sweat.

I brushed her hair from her forehead, straddled her, and gave her another light kiss. Smooch. Ju-a smiled shyly at the gentle kiss.

Phew.

Taking a slight breath, I slowly placed my hands on Ju-a’s blouse.

…This is much more embarrassing than I expected. During my first experience, I wasn’t wearing clothes, and the others were just in their underwear, so I never had to slowly undress anyone.

Pop.

One button of Ju-a’s blouse, which she had primly fastened all the way to the top of her neck, came undone.

And then the next button, pop.

Her collarbone was slightly revealed.

Pop.

Next, her chest became slightly visible.

Even lying down like this, Ju-a’s breasts still swayed slightly. They weren’t extremely large, but they were of a balanced size—if they were too big like mine, they probably wouldn’t have suited Ju-a as well.

Inside, she wore a pretty lavender bra.

I had to try hard not to immediately grab those breasts. After all, we’d created this atmosphere, and I didn’t want to ruin it.

Instead, I sped up the undressing process a bit.

I quickly unzipped and removed her skirt that came down below her knees, and Ju-a burst into laughter at my clumsiness.

Ju-a slightly raised her body and lifted my top up. The clothes weren’t completely removed. But the black bra underneath and the valley between were visible. Even though it was my own body, it felt somewhat embarrassing—it was a provocative sight.

“Haa…”

Ju-a exhaled like that and lightly placed her hand on my chest. The exposed upper part of my breast yielded softly under her touch. It would hurt if squeezed too hard, but Ju-a didn’t move her hand that aggressively.

I quickly unbuttoned my waist and unzipped, throwing my pants to the side.

Ju-a wrapped her hands around my waist and buried her face in my chest.

“Do you like breasts?”

“…I don’t particularly like them usually.”

Ju-a answered my question, sounding a bit sulky. I stroked Ju-a’s head and unfastened my bra. The hook was in the middle of my chest anyway, so it was very convenient to show it right in front of Ju-a’s face.

“Mmm.”

Such a breath came from Ju-a’s mouth. The feeling of her breath on my chest felt strange.

I lay down on the bed on my side, still holding Ju-a.

As I gently stroked Ju-a’s head—

Smooch.

“Mmm.”

I felt a slight pressure on my nipple, which had already been touched several times by three people and seemed to understand the pleasure.

Ju-a had my right nipple in her mouth while her other hand grasped my left breast. The tip of her finger was gently circling the areola, making it very ticklish—no, the feeling was a bit different from just being ticklish. It was strange. It was as if there was a button somewhere in my brain that stimulated pleasure.

Slurp.

The smacking sounds gradually became moist.

“Ahh…”

A yearning sound escaped from my mouth.

It wasn’t a violent pleasure. It was a more subtle sensation that approached slowly and heavily from somewhere deeper, but never came too close.

Looking down, I saw Ju-a sucking on my breast like a baby. I stroked Ju-a’s head and slowly extended my leg between Ju-a’s legs.

Ju-a’s waist moved slowly when it touched my leg.

Having apparently forgotten her request to act like lovers, Ju-a unknowingly covered my thigh with her juices.

There was a squelching sound as her pussy pressed against my thigh. I could clearly feel the mound spreading. And the pressure of her waist pushing down, causing the valley to open and the mucous membrane to stick to my skin, with the fluid drawing a line on my thigh.

The whole scene was cute.

I hugged Ju-a and sat up on the bed. Still in my arms, Ju-a was frantically sucking on my chest.

Perhaps missing the friction against my thigh, she was squeezing her thighs together and wiggling around. She could have used her hand, but her other hand was too busy frantically touching my chest to have time for that.

Should I help?

I slowly lowered my hand and touched Ju-a’s stomach.

“Mmm!?”

There was a slight bulge where her womb would be, and when I pressed it firmly, Ju-a’s mouth, which had been on my nipple, clamped shut, and such a moan escaped.

Pressing and massaging that area, I slowly moved downward, causing Ju-a’s teeth to press harder, making my nipple sore.

But the pleasure became heavier. So much so that I was rubbing my thighs together, yearning between my legs.

With one hand, I held Ju-a’s head close so she could properly hold my nipple in her mouth, and with the other hand, I moved lower.

And there, I found Ju-a’s cute third nipple.

Her clitoris was protruding. It was smooth without a single hair, making it feel more explicit against my fingertip.

“Mmm.”

Ju-a made such a sound in my arms, as if whining. It seemed like she was asking me not to tease her, which made me smile a little.

Just as Ju-a was slowly sucking on my nipple, I also slowly caressed between Ju-a’s pussy with my finger. Its shape was fully felt in my hand. When I gently circled the small protruding clitoris with my finger, Ju-a’s body trembled.

Past the clitoris, I pressed my middle finger along the labia majora, searching for the vaginal opening.

“Ahh!?”

Such a sound escaped from Ju-a’s mouth. Because she shouted against my chest, it felt like it was resonating inside.

I liked that.

Holding Ju-a in my arms as if trapping her, I moved my hand a bit faster.

My finger, which had been slightly hooked at the vaginal opening, came back up, brushing against the clitoris. There was a splashing sound, and Ju-a’s legs spread wide. When I lowered my hand again, her waist trembled.

Slap, slap, slap, slap.

As I gradually increased the speed of my hand,

“Mmm, ugh, eek!?”

Cute sounds came from Ju-a’s mouth, trapped against my chest.

Ah, she’s lovely. I kissed Ju-a’s head and increased the speed of my hand even more.

“Eek—!?”

And when Ju-a bounced her waist up and wailed such a sound—I stopped my hand right there.

“Haa…?”

Ju-a’s head came up. I could see several of her teeth marks on my white chest. The right nipple even seemed a bit inflamed.

The mixture of Ju-a’s saliva on my chest and my body’s sweat made it look messy.

I slightly inserted my finger into Ju-a’s vaginal opening.

“Mmm…”

Holding the trembling Ju-a who moaned softly, I pulled my finger back out. A thin strand of fluid clung to the tip.

I brought my finger to my mouth and deliberately sucked it. The fluid was drawn into my mouth, tasting slightly bitter.

“We should come together.”

I lightly kissed Ju-a’s mouth. Ju-a’s soft, small, and cute lips were now completely wet. It was entirely my fault, of course.

I gently, carefully laid Ju-a down on the bed.

Then, I slowly moved to Ju-a’s lower part and spread my legs.

As wet as Ju-a, when I spread my legs, I could see my juices dripping with a squelch.

“That’s what lovers do.”

At my words, a light returned to Ju-a’s eyes.

Ju-a moved a bit lower and pressed her pussy against mine.

“Mmm.”

Just like when we kissed with our mouths, our pussies met and opened, their membranes touching. There was an unrealistically lewd sound of our well-moistened fluids meeting and squelching.

I could feel Ju-a’s pussy, which I had already touched with my hand, thigh, and seen before, through my most sensitive part.

Just being in contact brought a sense of relief, and a tingling pleasure rose up my waist.

We sat intertwined with our legs spread in an M-shape. Without anyone taking the lead, we slowly moved our hips.

Just as we had slowly kissed and thoroughly tasted each other’s mouths earlier, now we were slowly tasting each other’s pussies with our lower lips.

“Haa…”

“Mmm…”

Carefully, so that neither would come first.

A pleasant smile spread across my face. It felt like lying in a bathtub filled with warm water, yet with an unbearable twitching in my lower body—that sense of transgression.

“Ugh, mmm, ahh!?”

Squelch, squelch, squelch.

But pleasure is something one adapts to, and we both quickly grew tired of such slow pleasure.

Again, without anyone taking the lead, we rubbed our pussies together.

Slap, slap, slap, squelch, slurp.

The shape of our pussies against each other became distorted, our clitorises colliding and brushing, making our bodies twitch involuntarily, but we craved these various kinds of pleasure that kept changing.

“Ugh…!”

Several times, transparent fluid splashed upward as our pussies collided. The sheet below became soaked with sweat and fluids, making it impossible to sleep on—

“…!”

I gritted my teeth.

Our legs closed together, blocking each other’s escape.

Our pussies pressed tightly together, spreading wide, and the two vaginal openings met.

With our clitoris tips touching, we climaxed. Gloriously on each other’s pussies—hmm.

Ju-a was about to fall backward but quickly threw herself forward and collapsed onto me.

Holding such a Ju-a, I lay down on the bed as if falling backward.

Haa, haa, haa…

Pleasant breathing sounds.

Ju-a’s face lifted slightly to look at me.

A smile formed at the corner of her mouth. Though somewhat tired, it was a satisfied smile like that of an athlete who had just finished a marathon.

I lightly kissed Ju-a’s forehead.

“…You’re beautiful.”

At my words, Ju-a burst into laughter.