Chapter 65 : Stop for a moment… Okay, now take off your pants…
by fnovelpia
Men have pride.
Of course, I’m not a man anymore, but still.
I recalled what she had said.
‘I don’t drink with weaklings who get drunk off one can.’
In short, it meant, ‘Hey, scared?’
Hearing it instantly made my head burn.
How could anyone stay still after being talked to like that?
I shot up from the chair and headed toward the sofa where Yena was.
“What are you doing?”
“You wanna see? Hold on…”
She was comfortably sitting on the sofa, tapping on her phone.
‘So this is what she’s doing.’
She was browsing through a delivery app.
I sat right next to her and wrapped my arm around her neck.
Yena glanced at me briefly before turning her gaze forward again.
I grabbed her head and pulled it toward me.
Her sharp glare suggested she wasn’t happy with the sudden interruption.
“Enough. Let’s drink. Tonight, let’s get clingy as lovers.”
“What kind of nonsense… No, not happening.”
Her refusal didn’t matter.
I already knew where the fridge was and that there was alcohol inside.
Instead of waiting for Yena to move, I decided to grab it myself.
Her voice came from behind.
“I said no.”
“How about chicken and beer? I’ll pay this time.”
Of course, I brushed off her words.
If she really hated the idea, she would’ve stopped me by force.
‘Well, who told her to provoke me?’
I touched the phone in my back pocket.
It had become a habit since that day.
Just in case she tried to take it.
‘Okay, still safe.’
Opening the fridge, I saw several large cans right in front.
A familiar beer brand I’d heard about often.
No need to go out and buy any.
“…I already ordered chicken.”
“Huh? No, I said I’d pay! I’ll send you the money, wait.”
I said I’d pay…!
“How much?”
“…”
“Not telling me? …Fine. Just send me 40,000 won.”
I took out my phone and opened the banking app.
Just then, I felt movement behind me.
Without turning, I shoved back with my hip.
Because of our height difference, it hit her thigh.
“…I have money too. Just take it.”
“It’s fine, it’s not much.”
“It’s not much, so just let me send it.”
Her constant refusals were starting to annoy me.
And then her hand landed on my butt.
“You not gonna move your hand?”
“I’ll just pay you back with my body—”
Thump.
In one swift motion, I turned and covered her mouth with my hand.
Perfect timing to block that lewd remark.
“You crazy?”
“Mmph.”
My other hand, holding the phone, trembled slightly.
How could she say things like that so casually?
“Sigh… Fine. No more jokes… So, you really won’t send it? Should I just wipe my mouth clean?”
“Mmph, mmph!”
Her nodding suggested she got the gist.
When I removed my hand, her lips curved into a crescent.
“What? Why are you smiling?”
“It’s funny, what can I do?”
Then, suddenly, her hand reached up to my head.
“Eek…”
She swept my bangs up and held them in place.
“Mwah.”
Next, her lips touched my forehead.
The soft sensation of her lips lingered.
A sudden kiss.
Goosebumps rose on the back of my neck.
“What was that for?”
“Your turn.”
“Mmph.”
My lips were blocked by her finger.
‘Wait, you tell me to do it, then block me…?’
She just wanted to see me flustered.
I’d figured out her personality by now.
‘What now? Not falling for it.’
I grabbed that damn finger and pushed it away. Easier than expected.
“Ahem, anyway. Where are the glasses?”
“…”
“Tch, I’ll just find them myself. Probably here.”
“No, not there… Lower shelf. Uh, there.”
I reached up to open the cabinet but bent down at her words.
My phone was still in my other hand.
The small cabinet opened smoothly when I pulled.
But inside were only pots, pans, and cooking tools—no glasses or cups.
Then, she approached from behind as I bent over.
My butt was sticking out as I searched inside.
“Huh?! Hey, you psycho—!”
“Haah… Sorry, couldn’t resist…”
“Ahhk, no, stop…! Enough…!”
Yena didn’t miss the chance to grab my defenseless butt.
The pain spread as she squeezed relentlessly.
“You! Ugh, seriously…!”
It was a trap from the start.
The pressure on my butt made my waist tremble.
I tried to straighten up and escape, but the way was already blocked.
Instead, she wrapped her arms around my waist, locking me in place.
My only option was the hypnosis app again.
“Ahhk, I wasn’t gonna use it! But—!”
“…Use what?”
“Uh, nothing!”
Damn, almost slipped up.
Shouldn’t say it out loud.
I shook my head to focus and pressed a button on the side of my phone.
A secretly set trigger.
Lately, I’d set it to launch the app without touching the screen.
Soon, the app’s signature pink background appeared.
“Ah.”
The sudden groping of my butt came to an end thanks to the hypnosis app.
A few seconds later.
As Hayul caught her breath, she suddenly realized her lower body was burning.
It was just a little foreplay—and she’d even been forced into it—yet her body was already fully aroused.
‘What… what is this…’
There was already a wet spot on her pants from her own fluids.
Though the position hid it for now.
‘First… first I need to get away.’
Hayul groaned as she tried to shift sideways.
Yena, pretending to be dazed, watched every movement intently.
“Hahh…”
Her fingers naturally brushed against Hayul’s crotch as she moved.
The sudden pleasure made Hayul’s slender legs go weak.
Hayul assumed it was accidental and started pushing Yena’s arm away.
“Don’t move, stay still…”
“Yes.”
Wait, something’s off.
Why should I be the one moving?
“Never mind. You move back.”
“Yes.”
Yena obediently stepped back.
But not without a disappointed flick of her tongue.
Luckily—or unluckily—Hayul didn’t see it.
‘Seriously, thank god for hypnosis…’
Hayul was just silently grateful for the app.
Oblivious, she slid her hand between her thighs.
“Tch… You’re all wet… What am I supposed to do with this?!”
The jeans, the T-shirt—all Yena’s clothes, so Hayul had no right to complain.
But sometimes you just need someone to take your frustration out on.
She pressed her damp fingers against Yena’s lips.
“Yeah, like you always say, huh? O-open up.”
“Aah.”
Yena parted her lips slightly without resistance.
Thinking to herself:
‘This is her idea of punishment? Pfft.’
If this was all the punishment she got, maybe she should misbehave more often.
She bit her thigh to stifle a laugh.
Since Hayul couldn’t see, there was no need to worry.
After a brief hesitation, Hayul shoved her fingers into the snake’s gaping maw.
“Ugh…”
Why was she the one feeling scared?
She pinched her thigh harder.
Keeping up the dazed act was getting exhausting.
‘When do I reveal the truth? This is trouble.’
At first, she thought it was just a rebellious phase.
But it was way more fun—and way lewder—than she’d expected.
Pretending to be hypnotized?
Wasn’t that something straight out of a dirty comic?
Before she knew it, fingers were in her mouth.
“…What are you—ahem—sucking… ah.”
The last part was barely audible.
Not that she needed instructions—she was already planning to suck.
She clamped her lips tightly around the prey that had willingly walked into her trap.
Hayul’s fingers trembled slightly.
Yena narrowed her eyes, steeling her resolve.
“Ugh…”
But that resolve shattered the moment Yena’s tongue started moving.
Staring straight into Hayul’s eyes, Yena swirled her tongue, making lewd, wet sounds.
Soon, her long tongue coiled around the fingers.
Every tiny bump caressed each knuckle.
Back and forth, side to side—she worked relentlessly.
“Crazy, you’re crazy…!”
Even though she’d ordered it, Hayul wanted to pull away immediately.
A creeping sensation spread from her fingertips.
Like sticking her hand into a basket full of snails.
Her toes curled involuntarily.
No matter how many times she felt it, the wet slide of tongue on skin never got easier to endure.
Her thighs itched on their own.
Hayul unzipped her pants with her free hand.
“Hah… Keep—keep sucking, hah… and follow me…”
It’s not like Yena was conscious anyway.
Her phone was already discarded on the table.
The pink screen flickered, then went black.
Hayul shuffled backward until she reached the table.
All while her fingers stayed trapped in Yena’s mouth.
Slooosh.
Once her back hit the table, Hayul pushed her jeans down.
They slid slowly over her hips—then snagged on something.
“Stop for a sec—ah—help me take these off.”
She hoisted herself onto the table for easier access.
At this point, Yena faced a serious dilemma.
“Pwah… Yes.”
Her prey had climbed onto the table willingly.
Should she pounce now? Or hold back?
In her confusion, she tugged at Hayul’s pants.
A silvery string stretched between her thighs.
“…”
Yena paused, stealing a glance at Hayul’s face.
Panting, eyes fixed on the ceiling—clearly consumed by lust.
Feeling her own desire surge, Yena yanked the jeans off completely.
“Haa… Done.”
“G-good… Now come closer…”
Next were the panties.
Looks like she’d be tasting something far better than chicken first.
She swallowed the saliva pooling in her mouth and stepped between Hayul’s legs.
Instinctively, Hayul spread them wider.
“Hah… C’mon, open up.”
“…Huh?”
“Suck. Hah…”
Wait, what?
Yena’s expectations crumbled instantly.
The finger shoved in her face made her indignant.
Hayul dragged her wet fingers back to Yena’s lips.
She hooked a finger under Yena’s panties, rubbing the damp slit beneath.
“Hah…! I said—hah—suck…”
“…”
Yena’s gaze stayed glued to Hayul’s dripping pussy, refusing to budge.
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