episode_0016

While I was buried in my senior’s chest and smelling his flesh, I felt his hands groping my body. The hand movements, which at first were just pats on my back, gradually became obscene.

The senior who was stroking my back slowly up and down, when I didn’t respond in any way, slowly began to gently stroke my body over my t-shirt using his fingertips.

The tips of my senior’s fingers, moving like a living snake, came down my waist and started tickling my sides.

Even though I was wearing a T-shirt, it felt like I was being touched directly. The tickling sensation, which was mild at first, reached an unbearable level as my senior persistently touched it with his fingertips.

Unable to bear the tickling, I raised my head and tried to get away, but the senior held my head with one hand and kept me from getting off his chest, and persistently tickled my side with the other hand.

As a combination of protest and revenge, I turned the hand that was holding my senior to his side and tickled him as well, but he didn’t stop tickling me, perhaps because he couldn’t feel the tickling or because he was holding back.

Before I knew it, the senior’s hand began to creep under my t-shirt. As soft fingers directly touched my bare skin, a completely different sensation hit me.

The fingers came back to the side that had been persistently harassing him and started touching him directly. But this time, instead of tickling, he stroked gently and slowly, as if he was touching something precious.

The place where my senior’s hand touched is hot. My body reacts to the point where my waist twitches every time I touch it, as if every place my senior touches has become an erogenous zone.

I feel like my body is no longer my own, so I try to move my body to avoid the hand as much as possible, but the mischievous hand pursues me persistently and lusts after me.

The hand that had been touching my belly button slowly began to move up to my chest. The fingers stopped exactly below my nipples and started playing in circles around the nipples as if playing with them.

While drawing a circle, the fingers occasionally touch and pass by the nipple. Even with the simple act of touching, the body that does not listen to my words sharply erects its nipples as if asking to be touched.

One of the fingers that had been circling a few times landed on the tip of a nipple. I slowly went down and when I saw that my nipples were hard and erect, I started rubbing them with two fingers.

A sharp feeling of pleasure went through my head. My body, which had developed in this short period of time due to the continuous torture of my senior’s fingers, became sore that even the other nipples that my senior’s fingers did not touch began to hurt, as if begging me to touch them.

The senior removed the hand that was holding my head. I could have escaped now, but my body, which had remembered the pleasure in a short period of time, did not want that.

Still, I was embarrassed to show my face to my senior, so I snuggled into his arms as much as possible, hiding my face and trying to enjoy his soft body, but he grabbed my chin and raised my face, forcing me to meet his gaze.

“Sihyeon, I’m sorry…I tried to be gentle…”

The senior was breathing heavily. His face was flushed red and his eyes became sharp, like a predator encountering its prey, and it was glaring at me. Is this exactly the face of a predator that has to wait for its prey right in front of it?

“My cute, lovely, and lovely Sihyeon… Because she gasps so cutely with just my fingers…”

“Ha!”

The senior’s fingers pinched the sharp nipples. I moaned involuntarily due to the slight pain and even more intense pleasure.

“I can’t stand it…”

The senior’s mouth came towards me as if attacking me. A hot tongue roughly enters my lips and begins to rub against my teeth. When I carefully opened my mouth, it came in without hesitation and wrapped its tongue around mine.

The senior’s long, hot tongue completely enveloped my tongue. In that state, it felt like I was being sucked in by my lips and being eaten by my senior. No, it might actually be in the process of being eaten.

The senior’s hand continued to rub my nipples and the other hand began to move down to my crotch.

The senior’s hand arrived at my cock and began to slowly check my cock, which had already reached its peak erection, from the bottom to the tip with his fingers.

The hand that went up to the glans tapped the tip of the glans as if it was amazing, and then went down a little more.

The senior’s hand arrived at the egg and began to slowly stroke it as if he was touching something lovely. My hair felt like it was going to burn as my hands carefully touched each and every wrinkle. But was it because I was used to the pleasure or because I knew the added pleasure? I was in a state of incomplete combustion.

The nipples and eggs felt good enough, but I wanted to touch the dick myself, so I pressed my body against my senior as much as possible, but for some reason, he wouldn’t touch me.

Since my mouth was still being eaten by my senior, I couldn’t speak, so I tried my best to appeal to my senior to touch him directly with my gaze. The senior also seemed to sense my gaze and smiled slightly.

The senior grabbed my hips and pushed my body forward. As my cock got closer and closer to my senior’s important part, my heart began to swell with anticipation.

And when our bodies finally came into close contact with each other without any gaps – my dick was caught between my senior’s plump and elastic thighs.

Also, when I slapped my back with my hand in resentment towards the senior who was playing around with me, the senior, who was still smiling at me, barely let go of my mouth.

“The main dish is not yet done. My lovely junior…♡”

“That’s too much, senior! Ugh!”

Before I could finish my protest, my senior once again swallowed my mouth. Unlike the engulfing kiss from before, my senior’s tongue gently rubbed my tongue and the entire inside of my mouth, giving me sweet pleasure.

The senior held my cock tightly and started rubbing his thighs. My senior’s thighs, wet with my Cooper fluid, stuck to each other stickily, and every time he rubbed them, a strong feeling of pleasure came over me, as if I had been swallowed by a vagina.

When I pushed my dick against my senior’s thigh to ejaculate, which I had been holding in until now, my senior noticed it like a ghost and stopped moving.

I tried to ejaculate even if I could just rub it on my own, but my dick, which was held tightly by a senior who was taller than me and was stronger because he worked out a lot, didn’t want to move.

The senior took his tongue out of his mouth and started licking my lips. He looks at me with sparkling eyes, as if waiting for me to speak.

I was able to speak again, but it was clear that no matter what I said now, I would be fooled by that obnoxious senior, so I chose to remain silent.

Instead, I felt unfair that I was the only one who suffered without being able to do anything, so I stretched out my hand as much as possible and headed for the senior’s butt.

I grabbed my senior’s soft buttocks, which were big enough to fill one hand, so hard that they left marks. I didn’t miss the way my senior’s body started shaking the moment I grabbed it.

I knew what my senior liked, so I massaged his buttocks hard and sucked his neck loudly with my freed mouth.

My senior seemed to be feeling it too, and my breathing became increasingly heavy, and his sweet and erotic moans delighted my ears.

The thighs that had been holding my cock tightly became loose and soft, so I couldn’t hold back and started rocking my waist against the thighs.

Even though I was weak, it was so much fun to move my hips between the plump flesh and to have my senior do as I wanted.

Is it because I’ve endured it all this time, or is it because my senior’s thighs feel so good? I don’t think I’ve even shaken it a few times, but the feeling of ejaculation has already hit me.

I wanted to ejaculate as comfortably as possible, so I strongly hugged my senior’s buttocks, pushed my cock as much as possible into my thighs, and sucked my senior’s neck as hard as possible.

I felt something soft touch my glans. When I gently rubbed it, a sticky liquid came out and somehow it felt good, so I became absorbed and rubbed my dick in a soft spot.

As I pushed the tip of my dick into the soft spot, I felt it go in slightly. At this point, I realized what it was, but I was overcome with pleasure and pushed all the sperm I had been holding inside.

“Whoa, whoa…Whoa…”

The ejaculation continued for so long that I thought it might have been the most pleasurable experience in my life.

When the long ejaculation was over and I took my mouth off my senior’s neck, a strong red mark like a flower petal remained. I felt like my traces were left on every corner of my senior’s body, and my desire to possess him arose.

I took my hands off my hips and lifted my senior’s heavy chest. The breasts, which were so soft and heavy that I could bury my hands in them, changed their shape as I touched them, making me feel happy just by touching them and looking at them.

Both of the senior’s normally hidden nipples stood out sharply. Like a child captivated by the smell of milk, I unconsciously put it in my mouth and found it to taste sweet, so I became absorbed.

I sucked my senior’s nipples while making a chouup chouup sound. I was a little scared because my senior hadn’t said anything yet, but I completely forgot about it in front of the sweet and desirable nipples.

How much did she suck, lick, and bite her breasts? I felt my senior gently stroking my head.

As expected, the senior was in a good mood so he stayed still! I started sucking on her breast again with great enthusiasm, but my senior forcibly removed my head from my breast.

“Seon….ship?”

I unconsciously looked up at my senior’s face and immediately turned to run away. But the senior immediately grabbed my arm and lifted me into a princess hug.

“Um, senior…you’re not angry, are you?”

But the senior didn’t react. The senior who lifted me up without saying a word laid me down on the bedding and disappeared somewhere.

Should I run away? But if I run away from here, where will I go? Should I apologize? The moment my head became complicated with a million thoughts – the senior came back with a smile.

“Thank goodness…I thought my senior was angry. Be careful from now on…?”

The senior, who was looking at me with a smile without saying a word, gently lifted my wrists upward.

Crash. I heard the sound of something being fastened and looked up to see that my hands were handcuffed.

“I can’t control myself today.”

The senior’s face had returned to the face I had seen a moment ago. The mouth was dripping with drool and the eyes were bloodshot, reminding me of a lion that had starved for several days.

Shouldn’t I be more worried about surviving today than about the hospital or the ghosts I’ll meet tomorrow?