Chapter 932: Side Story – Repaying the Favor (2)

Yang Miyeon, the school nurse, who couldn’t resist Sung Taekyung’s persistent seduction and finally agreed to only receive his ‘caresses’. Currently, she sat side-by-side with Sung Taekyung, who had proposed to caress her, on the nurse’s office bed, feeling his hand on her breast over her clothes.

-mal-kang.

“Ngh….”

-mal-kang, mal-kang.

“Ughhh, hngh…. Hu….”

He wasn’t using any particularly amazing hand techniques. It was just a simple caress, him sitting next to her and kneading her breast with one hand. He wasn’t taking off her clothes or putting his hand under them; it was just the simple act of massaging her breast over her knit shirt and bra. Beyond that, he was subtly pressing his body closer to her, exuding the strong scent of a male who had just ejaculated.

‘He said he’d only caress me with such a confident expression, I thought he was going to do something more.’ Yang Miyeon had been incredibly tense, wondering if she might climax the moment he touched her, but naturally, nothing like that happened. Sung Taekyung’s usual method when closing the distance with the opposite sex was to start with weak actions and slowly escalate until they were firmly in his grasp.

-mal-kang, mal-kang.

“School Nurse Yang Miyeon…. No, from now on I’ll just call you Miyeon Ssaem.”

“…Huu, d-do whatever you want.”

“Then, Miyeon Ssaem. Can you turn your face this way?”

“……Why?”

“Why? Because I want to caress you while kissing you.”

“…….”

If it was just being touched, it was borderline safe. But what about a kiss? No matter how she thought about it, this felt like an expression of affection, a communion of emotions between a man and a woman. However, compared to receiving caresses, a kiss itself was a much lower-level act, so Yang Miyeon’s mind became a complex mess of confusion and conflict even from that short proposal.

“…I, I won’t respond.”

“Huh?”

“It’s fine if y-you, Taekyung, want to kiss me, but I’m not going to respond, no matter what.”

“Ah, is that what you mean?”

“So you’d better just drop it. Taekyung, you wouldn’t find it very fun to kiss lips with a woman who shows no reaction…Ngh?!”

Before her words were even finished, Sung Taekyung grabbed her jaw with his other hand and pressed his lips against hers somewhat roughly. Yang Miyeon was dumbfounded by his actions, charging in with his lips despite her clearly stating she wouldn’t reciprocate the kiss.

‘Right… If he was going to stop at something like this, he wouldn’t have even offered the ‘caress only’ deal in the first place….’ She thought she should have refused more firmly, trying her best not to focus on their pressed lips, but ignoring the man’s lips already touching hers was too harsh for Yang Miyeon, who had no experience with men in her 35 years of life.

-tsueup.

“Ngh, nghh.”

-hal-jak.

“Ughhh, ngh.”

Sung Taekyung crushed their lips together, and with his tongue tip, gently nudged the front of her lips as if urging her to open up. Faced with his actions, Yang Miyeon almost involuntarily parted her lips slightly, but she managed to keep them tightly shut with utmost composure. So, Sung Taekyung’s next move against her was predictable.

-hal-jak, hal-jak.

“Ngh, nghh….”

“…….”

-kkopim!

“Nghahap?!”

As if reprimanding Yang Miyeon’s refusal to kiss, Sung Taekyung suddenly pinched the area around her nipples hard between his thumb and index finger. Startled by the sudden action, her mouth opened – a brief moment was enough for Sung Taekyung’s tongue to invade.

-hal-jak, hal-jak.

“Ngyahp?! Hnght?!”

-tsyeureup, tsyeureup.

“Ughhghh…!! Hnght, ght…?!”

As soon as her mouth opened, Sung Taekyung thrust his tongue in as if he’d been waiting, licking the inside of Yang Miyeon’s lips and her tongue, mixing their saliva like crazy. He tangled his tongue aggressively, as if chastising her for resisting his intrusion until now. Yang Miyeon was far too inexperienced with men to handle such a reaction. Having lived for 15 years solely as a Recovery-type Hunter, her romantic encounters with men had ended back in elementary school, excluding Sung Taekyung.

-tsyeueup, tsyeup….

“Haaah, hnght…. Huu….”

They stayed lip-locked for nearly five minutes before Sung Taekyung finally pulled away. However, Yang Miyeon’s mind was already unable to form coherent thoughts due to the intense kiss.

“Haaah, S-Sung Taekyung…. Y-you, so suddenly….”

“And who told you to shut your lips so arrogantly? It’s all Miyeon Ssaem’s fault.”

“Hey…! E-even if you’re an alumnus, what do you mean by ‘arrogant’ to your teacher….”

“Miyeon Ssaem, I’m starting to want to touch your lower half too. Could you stand up for a moment? I need to take off your pants so they don’t get wet.”

“W-wait…. T-taking them off so suddenly is a bit….”

Yang Miyeon felt a sense of absurdity towards Sung Taekyung, who calmly proceeded to the next step without paying any heed to her words. He definitely hadn’t seemed this arrogant during his student days. Had he become this way after graduating and maturing, or did he only become this bold in bed? While these thoughts raced through Yang Miyeon’s mind, Sung Taekyung had already naturally removed the jeans covering her lower body.

“Your panties are pretty. Since they’re white, they seem to suit Miyeon Ssaem even better….”

“W-what does the color of my panties have to do with anything….”

“Well, come to think of it, you’ll be taking these off soon anyway, so it doesn’t really matter.”

-seureureuk.

“Eek-aaahk?!”

Yang Miyeon let out a shriek like a middle school girl due to the sudden, unexpected removal of her lower garments. She immediately regretted it as she saw Sung Taekyung smiling with satisfaction, but time couldn’t be turned back, and her removed underwear wouldn’t be put back on. Less than a minute later, with both layers of her lower garments removed, leaving her lower body bare, all Yang Miyeon could do was hastily cover herself with her hands.

“W-what are you doing?! Just like that, without a word…!”

“I already told you at the beginning, didn’t I? I said I couldn’t have sex, only caress. Surely, Miyeon Ssaem, you didn’t caress those students in heat while they were still clothed, did you?”

“……I-I didn’t mean it like that….”

“Enough of that. Stop covering yourself and come lie down here, Miyeon Ssaem.”

Sung Taekyung lightly brushed aside her protests and patted his own thighs, beckoning her over. Yang Miyeon, only realizing belatedly that he meant for her to use his lap as a pillow, couldn’t help but feel bewildered by his attitude.

“W-where am I supposed to lie down?!”

“Right here. Rest the back of your head on my thighs.”

“That’s not what I was asking! H-how am I supposed to lie on your thighs like this?!”

“I know you’re embarrassed. But from where I’m looking, Miyeon Ssaem, you seem like you need some rest. After living as a Recovery-type Hunter for over ten years, to relieve the accumulated fatigue and stress… wouldn’t you need at least the lap pillow of a muscular, handsome disciple?”

“Y-you really have the nerve to call yourself handsome…?”

“Just hurry up and lie down already. It’s a lap pillow therapy session from your handsome disciple, back after 3 years to repay his debt!”

“…….”

How could he utter such embarrassing words without batting an eye, so shamelessly? And how… could he figure out she had a fetish for being doted on by men and make such a proposal? Once again, Yang Miyeon was unsure how to decide, and an Angel Miyeon and a Devil Miyeon appeared on either side of her head, urging her choice.

‘Hey, Yang Miyeon. Don’t be so uptight and just lie down. Even though he’s a guy, he’s enduring his embarrassment for you and saying all this, and you can’t even accept it? Are you really going to show everyone you’re a virgin asshole? Huh?’

‘……Since Taekyung is saying all this, isn’t it polite to at least accept the lap pillow, Miyeon-ah? If you refuse, even Taekyung would probably be very embarrassed….’

The advice from the angel and devil, reached through different processes, somehow led to the same conclusion.

-seureureuk.

“…….”

It was the moment both Yang Miyeon’s reason and emotions decided she should rest the back of her head on Sung Taekyung’s thighs. She had no choice but to climb onto the bed and carefully place the back of her head onto his thighs. Immediately after, she was surprised once more by the unfamiliar sensation enveloping her head.

-sseudadeum, sseudadeum.

“……?!”

As soon as she gave up protesting and obediently rested her head on his thighs, Sung Taekyung suddenly started stroking her hair. This reaction from Sung Taekyung was quite baffling to Yang Miyeon, who had expected him to start with the caresses, but it was merely the beginning of the brazen acts he would soon commit.

“W-why are you suddenly touching my hair….”

-sseudadeum, sseudadeum.

“Good girl, good girl. Our Miyeon Ssaem is so pretty because she listens so well.”

“……? Hey. Y-you’re not, by any chance, treating me like an idiot right now….”

-sseudadeum, sseudadeum.

“It must have been hard, right? Being a Recovery-type Hunter unable to properly release your own desires, always having to satisfy the heats of other girls? Miyeon Ssaem can’t even properly date men because of your abilities, but you’ve envied those girls who get stronger by dating men, haven’t you? All of Miyeon Ssaem’s embarrassing desires will be fulfilled by me now, so you just need to lie here quietly until it’s over.”

Sung Taekyung continued to stroke her hair nonchalantly, as if he had already decided on the answer and completely ignored her words.

-sseudadeum, sseudadeum.

“…….”

No matter how she thought about it, it was an arrogant touch that treated her like an idiot. Yet, for some reason, Yang Miyeon found herself not wanting to get off his lap.