Reunion (6)

The strangely hot body did not cool down.

Even though the night wind was blowing in through the half-open window, Yona’s body remained hot, far from cooling down, and was on the verge of blooming heat flowers on that white skin.

Wearing her nun’s robe, Yona was thrashing about on the bed.

The veil that should have been on her head had already fallen carelessly to the floor, and the hem of the nun’s robe was fluttering, revealing her bare legs.

“Ah, really… haa, hu… I’m going, going crazy…”

Yona was suppressing her hand from reaching towards her chest with extreme willpower.

She knew exactly what her body wanted right now. No, rather, she knew it too well.

Sexual desire.

That desire that forms the basis of human beings is never a gloomy or impure desire.

But there is a big difference between knowing something and facing it, so Yona could not accept doing such a thing in this sacred church territory.

‘Ah, really… Really, why am I like this… Ah.’

Lying on the bed, Yona tried to withstand the tickling sensation rising from her lower abdomen by rubbing her thighs together. But her nun’s habit skirt was already rolled up long ago, revealing her bare legs, and because she kept rubbing her thighs, they eventually became flushed red and began to sting.

“No, no… I can’t, I can’t be like this…”

Yona lifted her eyes and blinked several times. She kept repeating that she had to come to her senses, but it was no easy task to extinguish that desire, which felt like it was turning her body inside out.

“I should, at least, take a shower… Ah.”

Yona got off the bed and took off her nun’s robe. She untied the sacred cloth and placed it on the table, then picked up the veil that was rolling on the floor and put it on her head in a daze. Meanwhile, she clearly felt the sensation of warm liquid flowing down her thighs, but Yona deliberately ignored it and carelessly threw the nun’s robe she had taken off onto the coat hanger.

When she entered the shower room, there was a fairly spacious area. There was a bathtub, and before getting into the bathtub, there was a human-height faucet where you could lightly wash your body. The tip of that faucet was wide open with various small holes, serving as a decent shower head when the water was turned on.

When she turned on the hot water, warm water immediately poured out. Standing under it and getting soaked, Yona turned the faucet to cold water instead of warm water as the hot water thoroughly soaked her veil, and then all of her hair as it flowed down.

As the cold water poured down, she felt like her mind was clearing for a moment, but soon the heat of her body overcame that cold water, and once again, an unquenchable heat filled her.

“Ah, re… ally. Reaaally… I’m, I’m going crazy…”

Yona sat down on the shower room floor. The stone bathtub was right behind her, ready to serve as a backrest if she leaned back a little.

“Hhh, hhhss, hhh… hwaaang, hheee…”

Yona’s breath was panting and shallow.

I can’t be like this, I shouldn’t be like this—rather, wouldn’t it be better to just do it once and get it over with?

But where is this? To do such a thing in church territory, in the main sanctuary? Unthinkable—

Yona shook her head, thinking that she shouldn’t be like this, and as she tried to raise her hand to push back her wet veil and hair,

“Hyaang!”

A sharp moan burst from Yona’s mouth. It was because her hand, which she was unknowingly raising, brushed against the nipple that was protruding from her chest. The nipple, which was usually embarrassed and hidden, had already turned a deep pink color and was now protruding out, and perhaps because it was usually hidden and was now sticking out like this, its sensitivity was beyond words.

And that had become the trigger. The thrill she felt when she brushed her nipple spread through her spine and throughout her body, especially gathering in that certain place in her lower abdomen, causing her body to tremble involuntarily.

Her mind had already become a blank white page. She couldn’t think of anything. Yona’s hand trembled, and the trembling finally shook her fingers.

‘Rather, rather… I want to get comfortable, quickly…’

She could no longer even think that she had been overwhelmed by a sexual desire that was incomparable to usual. Yona, in this place, was already in a form that was not human.

‘Hhh, hhhss… hhhss…’

It was as if Alec was appearing before Yona’s blurry eyes. Even that smiling grin was Alec, and even that gentle touch was Alec. It was as if Alec was right in front of her eyes now.

“Euh, euuh! I, I don’t want to… I don’t want to… A, Alec… I don’t want tooo…”

Yona’s finger touched her nipple. Just touching it was enough to make Yona’s body twitch, and a single line of clear, transparent saliva dripped from her open mouth.

The finger that touched her nipple drew circles, tickling her areola. The nipple, already hard and erect, spun around with her finger, but if it felt the range was too wide, it would slip off the finger. At that moment of slipping, it was as if sparks flew before Yona’s eyes every time.

“Hek, hek, hek… haaahng…!”

Yona was busy caressing her own nipple with her mouth open. Just rubbing it lightly was enough to give this hypersensitive body an intense pleasure many times stronger. Then, without even realizing it, Yona’s hand was reaching for her lower abdomen.

About a finger’s width below where the navel was located. Yona was pressing down there without even realizing it. She pressed down, and then while still pressing, she gently circled. Even while doing so, she rhythmically pressed and released her lower abdomen.

Yona didn’t know what was there. But she instinctively knew that this place was very precious. This place was what only women could have, and she knew it was a place where precious love would bear fruit, be created, and also grow. Every time she pressed on it like this on her abdomen, Yona was seized by a strange sensation.

There, there. This place is the most precious to you. The proof that you function as a woman. Every time you press this place, every time you caress this place, and—to show this place to someone else, not you. You must keep developing this place to show it to that someone whom you must cherish.

It was as if someone was whispering in her ear. That person whom she must cherish—she didn’t know who it was, who it could be. Yona was pressing down on her lower abdomen and rubbing it again.

“Hhhss, ung, ung… Ah, Allec… Alle… eung!”

It felt like her arms and legs were cramping. Yona, already lying on the shower room floor, trembled, her arms and legs stiff, overwhelmed by a pleasure that felt like it was burning her mind white.

But this was not enough. The most important procedure had not even begun, that someone was whispering in her ear again.

Yona’s hand naturally reached for her crotch. The finger that had been caressing her nipple was now doing more than just rubbing; it was pressing down firmly, and sometimes pinching lightly. At the same time, another of Yona’s fingers carefully caressed her crotch.

Though she didn’t shave it separately, her crevice was smooth. Without a single hair, her crevice, preserving its original form, was already thoroughly wet and flushed red.

Yona’s finger slowly swept up the crevice from below. Each time, she involuntarily curled her body and trembled with her feet stretched out with all her might.

“Hii, hiik… heeng, heet, hek… Allec…”

Yona had her tongue sticking out long. Each time her finger caressed her crevice, her finger was soaked with a warm liquid. The crevice was already fully prepared, and was angry, telling her to quickly bring in its owner.

“Alec, Allec… hih, hiing… hheungss…!”

Yona’s finger plunged into the crevice. The clitoris, which had already shed its plump skin and revealed itself, was flushed red and waiting for her finger, but Yona, who didn’t know much about a woman’s body and had never learned about a woman’s self-pleasure, couldn’t properly stimulate it.

Her finger, which had plunged into the crevice, was immersed deep into the damp tunnel. Each time, a vulgar sound echoed loudly.

“Alec, Alec… I’m, I’m sorry… I did, wrong, wrong, I don’t, don’t know…”

She doesn’t even know what she did wrong. But Yona kept apologizing to Alec, saying she was sorry over and over again.

She didn’t know why. She had no idea. But the more she apologized to Alec, saying she did wrong, the stronger the pleasure rising from her lower abdomen and surging from her crevice became.

Now, she didn’t care about the reason. Now, she just wanted to feel good. She just wanted to feel this intense pleasure, stronger, longer, and hotter than now.

As Yona’s finger moved in and out of the crevice, and as her finger tickled and pinched her nipple, Yona’s body writhed in frustration. She didn’t know what was frustrating, she didn’t know at all, but it was still not enough. It was not enough, and not enough. She could have fallen into an even stronger pleasure than now, but Yona, feeling frustrated that she didn’t know how, was just letting out excited moans with her mouth open.

“Euh, euuh! Ung! Hwa, hwat, haang, haang…! I, it’s weird, Alec… Stop, stop… I’m, I’m go, go, go…!”

Yona’s feet stretched out straight. It felt like her mind was burning up from the intense stimulation.

But it still wasn’t enough.

This couldn’t be the end.

She could go higher.

She could feel it more strongly.

So, she wanted to do more.

Yona lay on the shower floor and caressed her breasts with both hands.

Unlike before, if she just lightly touched them with a feather-like feeling, a tingling pleasure would start to flow out again.

A very heavy and plump mass of flesh had become much firmer than usual. The breasts, which were already enormous in size, were finally not satisfied with just that tickling caress, and began to rub and tear at her breasts with all her might.

“Ah, aahng! Alleeeee… aahng, ah! Ahhht, aahng!”

From her crevice, streams of water poured out continuously. Every time her thighs rubbed together, the streams of water made a squishing sound.

“Hhhss, hhhss, hhhss…”

Yona, who had been lying down, got up and sat leaning against the bathtub.

Looking down, her large breasts were all red, revealing all the acts she had committed so far.

But surprisingly, she didn’t feel anything. Rather, she just wanted to torment herself more.

In her mind, which was only seeking pleasure, her dark pink nipples looked truly tempting.

Yona slowly lifted her chest.

The nipple sticking out from the end of that large chest easily tapped her lip.

“Haeup.”

She felt a crazy sense of perversion, sucking her own nipple with her own mouth.

Every time she nibbled on the nipple in her mouth, the pleasure sent shivers throughout her body.

While sucking her nipple with a slurping sound, she began to touch her crotch again with her other hand.

Saliva continuously dripped from her lips that were relentlessly sucking her nipple.

Saliva flowed from her mouth, and clear streams of water flowed continuously from her crevice.

“Hhhss…”

The nipple that she had been sucking slipped out due to the involuntary moan.

Without even realizing it, Yona was busy pleasuring her crevice.

Not even knowing that all of her fingers were swollen, Yona was mindlessly exploring the pleasure by stirring and poking her crevice, again and again.

“Alle, Alleeee… ec… sorry, sorry… I, I did wrong, I did…!”

Because her leaning posture was unstable, she leaned and tumbled onto the shower room floor while both of her hands were busy exploring her crevice.

But not even aware of the pain, she was just busy exploring her crevice.

Finally, her eyes rolled back, and her toes curled up to their limit due to the surge of pleasure—