Ch.199IF Side Story: Galactic Love (24)

It’s a bit embarrassing to admit, but I liked kissing.

I thought so from the first time. To be honest, it gave me a strange feeling every time, but isn’t that precisely what makes kissing so good?

When I close my eyes and gently press my lips against hers, I can clearly feel something unusually soft and squishy, different from other parts of the face.

Are the lips somehow more sensitive than fingertips? Even with my eyes closed, I could slowly recall what Pang Pang’s lips looked like.

When mouths open, you can feel the moist breath beyond. There’s something sensual about two people’s air merging into one. What comes after feels even more so.

Tongue meets tongue. The tongue has a strange texture unlike anything imaginable on any other part of the human body. And the taste too.

There was an odd sense of transgression in feeling it with my tongue. The sensation of “entering” into Pang Pang, and the sensation of “allowing entry.”

Starting from her back, I slowly moved my hand down—feeling Pang Pang’s slender waist. With one arm around that waist, I slightly pulled my lips away. A disappointed “Mmm” escaped from Pang Pang’s mouth.

“Pang Pang, aren’t you working too much?”

I asked, slightly out of breath.

“You seem to have lost more weight.”

“I’m eating regularly. Otherwise, you’d nag me every time.”

I had nothing to say to that.

Almost instinctively, I moved my hand lower and touched Pang Pang’s buttocks. Since Pang Pang had quite a trained body, her buttocks were quite firm.

Plus, she was wearing heels right now.

“As soon as we entered the room… I haven’t even changed clothes yet.”

Pang Pang said, sounding slightly pouty.

“…Who was it that came back late saying they needed to work, even though I’d booked a resort?”

Pang Pang fell silent at my words.

I somewhat clumsily searched for the zipper on Pang Pang’s skirt. Ah, it was fine when I wore one myself, but undressing someone else felt awkward. Pang Pang smiled a little and pulled down the zipper.

As the formal skirt came down, I could see the pantyhose wrapping Pang Pang’s legs. Not too dark, but slightly see-through.

Inside, I could see rather plain underwear. It seemed slightly damp.

Pang Pang belatedly took off her jacket.

“…It’s my first experience, and I haven’t even showered or changed clothes.”

“Do you dislike it?”

I asked as I supported her waist and gently laid her down on the bed.

“…”

Pang Pang’s face turned red.

It was almost unbelievable that the woman who had risen to the position of CEO of what might be the world’s largest corporation was now blushing in front of me.

“…I like it.”

At those words, I unbuttoned my clothes.

And with one hand, I undid Pang Pang’s buttons one by one, click, click, while gently pressing my lips against hers again.

Our breathing was slowly becoming rougher. I needlessly swayed my hips slightly. Pang Pang laughed a little. Well, even if we did this, we two… don’t have that attached.

Still, there are other things.

The bra Pang Pang wore was black but had no pattern. Yet that made it somewhat sexier. It matched perfectly with her white blouse. Thinking back, I think the blouse clung slightly to her body, making the bra slightly visible.

The bra had hooks in the front.

“Ahh…”

When the bra came undone, Pang Pang took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. Pang Pang’s breasts were… bigger than I expected. Maybe she’s the type who looks thin when dressed. …Or perhaps this too is a mystery of Pang Pang’s species that I don’t know about.

Carefully, I reached out and gently caressed those beautifully shaped breasts. Starting just below the collarbone, slowly from the top along that gentle slope where the fatty tissue of the breast began.

When my finger barely grazed the protruding nipple at the tip, Pang Pang made a soft “Mmm” sound.

With my tongue slightly out, I slowly bent down and lightly licked the tip of that nipple. That unique hardness of an aroused nipple brushed against the tip of my tongue. But the other breast tissue that my lips enveloped was so soft that it created a slight cognitive dissonance while in my mouth.

It tasted a bit like sweat. It seemed true that she had rushed here. I found that Pang Pang so adorable.

With a sucking sound, I pulled hard on the nipple while my other hand gently rubbed the tip of the opposite nipple. Slightly enjoying the bumpy sensation of the areola.

With my tongue out, I slowly traced down below the breast. If the curve coming down from above was a gradually steepening ridge, from below the nipple it was a precipitously falling cliff. When I licked the underside of the breast below that cliff, it tasted more of sweat.

“Jieun, I’m embarrassed…”

Perhaps knowing that there was a lot of sweat there, Pang Pang murmured.

Looking up, I saw Pang Pang covering her face with both hands.

The always confident Pang Pang, so passionate about her dreams, was now in such a posture before me.

Feeling mischievous, I brought her breasts together with both hands and buried my nose between them. As I inhaled deeply, Pang Pang made more groaning sounds.

But mixed in those sounds was unmistakable sensuality.

Slowly moving my hand down, I slipped it inside the pantyhose, and then inside the underwear beneath. The tension of the somewhat firm pantyhose felt like it was gripping my hand tightly. The slightly rough, dense stocking felt even stranger when wet.

And inside those panties was the cause of everything around being wet.

Pang Pang’s pussy was, literally, moist and sticky wet.

“Mmph!?”

Pang Pang’s valley firmly gripped my finger. My finger was buried between her pussy lips, and it was sticky wet enough to know without looking.

I somewhat mischievously moved that finger gently from side to side. Pang Pang’s waist trembled as if convulsing.

“Did you have naughty thoughts on your way here?”

“…!”

When I whispered in her ear, Pang Pang’s waist swayed from side to side. As if trying to escape my hand, yet simultaneously craving more.

When I withdrew my hand from inside, there was a sticking sound as the pantyhose clung back to her skin. It might have sounded more intense because it was soaked wet.

With both hands, I slowly removed the stockings.

Unable to resist midway, I buried my nose and tongue between Pang Pang’s thighs where the stockings had gathered and licked her clitoris. Pang Pang screamed as if beside herself. She tried to push my head away with both hands, but Pang Pang’s strength was weaker than mine.

The clitoris was standing erect despite her resistance. So much so that I could tell where that nub was just by the sensation on my tongue. The taste was slightly sour and strangely… well, just sexy. What more could I say?

As I extended my tongue and teased it repeatedly, Pang Pang’s hands finally trembled and lost strength.

I smiled slightly and continued slowly removing the stockings.

After removing one side of the stockings and one side of the panties, Pang Pang couldn’t help but kick her legs, leaving the stockings and panties hanging on one leg.

Belatedly realizing her legs were spread wide, Pang Pang tried to close them again, but I was already holding them apart.

My panties were already gone. I had taken them off earlier. In a way, I was in a much more embarrassing state than Pang Pang. Not a thread on my body.

Pang Pang still had her shirt draped over her arms, and though only on one leg, she was still wearing stockings and panties, and her bra… well, it was still on her body.

With one leg held, unable to close her legs, and with both hands limply dropped, the sight of Pang Pang looking at me was something I could never have imagined in normal circumstances.

Knowing that Pang Pang had become like this by my hands filled me with a strange elation deep in my chest.

I brought my wetness between Pang Pang’s equally wet thighs.

There was a squelching sound as the two moist membranes met. Embracing Pang Pang’s legs and pressing my pussy firmly against hers, both our pussies opened slightly.

I slowly rotated my hips.

“Mmph!?”

Pang Pang made that sound through gritted teeth. She was trying to hold back her voice.

I didn’t like that.

I moved only my pelvis slowly. With my eyes closed, wanting to focus entirely on the sensation of Pang Pang’s place.

The sound of wetness slowly came to my ears… and a tingling sensation rose from below.

A sensation like something slowly approaching from very far away. From the most sensitive extremities of the human body.

I could feel Pang Pang’s clitoris brushing against my labia. I rotated my hips a bit more, crushing both our labia together. I rubbed my clitoris against Pang Pang’s pussy as much as I could.

“Mmph… Ugh… Haa…”

“Mmm…”

I could somewhat understand why Pang Pang had reacted so sensitively. This was a much more embarrassing act than I had thought.

Rubbing pussies together until we both came meant we were going until something spilled. Showing each other the sight of something spilling, like…

Moans I could no longer hide escaped from my mouth too. Pang Pang’s legs were now nestled between my breasts. As if hugging a body pillow. I was using Pang Pang’s body to pleasure myself.

The more I moved my hips, the more urgent it became. Something was slowly trying to come out from inside me. I was a little afraid because I didn’t know what it was.

But we endured that fear with the heat of our bodies.

“Mmph!?”

“Ahh!?”

Both of us, our waists arched slightly like a bow. Our backs straightened, and pleasure rushed to our brains along that straightened spine. As if our pussies and brains were directly connected—

I felt something flowing between my legs.

“…Haa.”

I exhaled deeply.

Both of us lay limp for a moment, our pussies still overlapping.

I slowly raised my body. As our pussies brushed against each other, we both shuddered.

“Touch me.”

I lay down beside Pang Pang and whispered softly to her.

Pang Pang made a soft laughing sound and turned to face me.

Then she buried her face in my chest.

We gently caressed each other’s still-sensitive pussies while holding each other. That sensation was ticklish yet strangely satisfying, and we smiled softly with our foreheads pressed together.

Smooch.

Without either of us initiating, our lips met again.

This time briefly.

Just like a peck.

There was no need to deepen it right away.

After all, the night was still young.

Our time together still stretched long ahead.