episode_0022

The indoor lighting had been set to its lowest level and remained that way.

The reason was none other than Cheon Soyul’s strong insistence, her face bright red.

She mumbled something about being too embarrassed if it was too bright, feeling like everything would be visible. I also felt like she was trying to set a mood, so I went along with it.

Thus, the optimal environment and atmosphere for intimacy were prepared. The lighting was suitably dim, yet still bright enough to see each other’s faces.

Cheon Soyul lay docilely on the bed, her arms covering her chest.

It was… a demure sight, one rarely seen normally.

Around this time, it struck me anew that today’s events had begun with her proactive seduction. Uncharacteristically, she had lowered her guard and initiated the encounter herself.

Did that mean the memory of that night was just as intense for Cheon Soyul? Only she would know, but I hoped she felt the same way I did.

“…”

He exhaled slowly.

My breathing was growing ragged. It was proof that I, too, was struggling to control this pounding emotion and the rising desire.

…Perhaps Cheon Soyul felt the same way.

Even in the dim lighting, her flushed face was clearly visible. She pointlessly adjusted her bangs, covered her chest despite us having already seen everything, or twisted her legs.

With a sigh, I swept back the hair that lightly obscured my vision.

I saw Cheon Soyul’s pupils tremble.

Her gaze flickered continuously from side to side.

Was she nervous?

She probably was. Even if she had experienced it before, it was still only her second time, after all.

Unfortunately, I didn’t know any words or skinship to reassure a girl in such a situation.

I wasn’t the type to be that delicate. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have known no other women besides my parents and master in the nearly 20 years leading up to my academy admission.

‘Hmm.’

…Suddenly, I felt annoyed.

I frowned slightly, then carefully moved my body, slipping one knee between Cheon Soyul’s legs.

Her waist twitched again. At this point, it seemed like a reflex.

I almost chuckled… but if I did, Cheon Soyul would surely lash out, thinking I was mocking her and ruining the mood.

Managing to maintain my expression with superhuman willpower, I lowered my posture another step.

I moved closer, almost belly-to-belly.

Cheon Soyul’s face flushed to its limit.

If I said such a sight felt rather lovely, wouldn’t it mean I was seeing things through rose-tinted glasses?

If it were daytime, and if the place were just an ordinary academy campus, I would never have felt this way. Because it was Cheon Soyul.

…And paradoxically, precisely because it was Cheon Soyul. I was now feeling an unprecedentedly strong excitement and sexual urge.

I wanted to claim her immediately. To take her roughly, fiercely. Her alluring posture stirred such violent thoughts, even if only for a moment.

Her chest, though not as large as Jiwoo Noona’s, was plump enough to assert its presence, her waist slender, her belly pale, and her hips captivating.

To be honest, she was objectively a woman worthy of being called a beauty.

Above all, she possessed a charm that was among the best of the female students in the 9th generation, so discussions about her occasionally circulated among the male students.

…I imagine she’d received multiple confessions, too.

‘And that very Cheon Soyul is currently rubbing bare skin against me…’

Ah, this wasn’t easy. I was in deep trouble.

My excitement just wouldn’t subside.

I continued to let out ragged breaths. But perhaps that felt threatening to her, because, comically, Cheon Soyul raised both arms as if putting up a guard, defending her body.

She spoke mockingly to me, her voice subtly rising, feigning nonchalance.

“…You seemed to have plenty of time to prepare yourself. I don’t know why you’re just panting and not touching me. *Ahem*. Ar-are you scared?”

“…”

Her words were a blatant jab at my pride.

I wondered if she knew.

That thanks to her few words… I had, on the contrary, managed to almost perfectly control the surging excitement that threatened to overwhelm me.

Having regained my composure, I reached out my hand.

I forcibly pushed away Cheon Soyul’s arms, which she had raised to cover her chest.

“Eh…”

Perhaps she hadn’t expected me to so suddenly force her position. She let out a drawn-out, dazed sound and blinked her eyes.

True to the nature of the magic she wielded, her eyes, tinged with a faint golden glow, trembled as she looked up at me.

I no longer hesitated. It was thanks to her clumsy provocation. Thankfully.

I lowered my head a little further.

“Eek?!”

And then I bit Cheon Soyul’s breast. The soft flesh, but not hard enough to hurt.

Cheon Soyul’s body jolted, and she let out a high-pitched shriek. From experience, it was a positive reaction.

Gaining a faint confidence, I moved my mouth more actively. With my free hand, I gently massaged her other breast.

Cheon Soyul’s heart began to thump noticeably faster.

She thrashed her body from side to side with all her might.

“Eh, *gasp*, *ugh*, this, strange…!”

“…Just hold still.”

I couldn’t help but let out an exasperated voice. She wouldn’t even give me a moment to attempt even brief foreplay.

Well, perhaps from her perspective, she truly felt threatened, but that was another story.

I sighed and drew my already blood-engorged member closer to her buttocks. Less than a span remained until contact.

“…Gasp!”

Even while her head was thrown back, did she instinctively sense the approach? Cheon Soyul flinched and sent me a desperate look.

“W-wait. How about we have a few more minutes of pillow talk, *hieh*?!”

Of course, I decided to ignore her. After brazenly provoking me all this time, was she now spouting nonsense that wouldn’t work?

However, if she truly wanted pillow talk, I planned to indulge her after the intense encounter.

*Squish*…

A sticky, wet sound quietly echoed. It was proof that my member had not only touched Cheon Soyul’s vulva but was advancing beyond it.

“Hah, *uhng*, ooh, *ohng*…”

Cheon Soyul let out short, broken moans, her eyelashes fluttering continuously.

Yes, it was a relief that my wife seemed to be enjoying herself.

As I’d felt before, she seemed to have a naturally wanton side to her.

Around then, Cheon Soyul’s insides began to cling tightly, ensnaring my member.

“*Heuk*, *eugh*.”

A voice so suggestive, one could tell she was feeling it intensely even without seeing her.

…And as I’d felt before, her moans were quite lewd. This girl.

‘It’s really hard to hold back.’

I grimaced, and at the same time, I thrust my hips strongly once. The connecting part of Cheon Soyul’s body and mine interlocked more deeply.

“…”

Cheon Soyul twisted her head sharply, clutching the bedsheets as if wringing them out. Her breathing became ragged and intense, her chest visibly rising and falling greatly.

I continued to insert slowly but surely, going deeper and deeper, while constantly observing Cheon Soyul’s state and expression.

My initial intention was to adjust the pace if she seemed even slightly in pain.

“*Heh*, *hweee*. Good, this is really good…”

“…”

It seemed my apprehension was unnecessary.

She was already ‘broken’. A bit out of it.

I suppressed the urge to burst into laughter with all my willpower. I had a strong intuition that if I laughed now, everything would go completely wrong.

Hmm. Instead, I felt the need to silence her imprudent mouth.

If I let her babble on, a historical black mark might be created for her before my willpower ran out.

Of course, there would be no downside for me, as I’d have a front-row seat to witness that black mark being made…

Still, if she were to refuse further relations with me after creating such a ‘black mark,’ wouldn’t I be the only one losing out? It was also amusing that I was already anticipating a third encounter.

Anyway.

“Mph?!”

I decided to put my thoughts into immediate action. Gently pushing aside Cheon Soyul’s hair, as she thrashed her body from side to side and writhed in the confined space, I immediately pressed my lips to hers.

Cheon Soyul, her eyes wide, initially seemed flustered, but soon her gaze became hazy, and she met my tongue with her own.

Lick. Tongue met tongue in her mouth, intertwining dizzyingly. They playfully brushed against each other, then seductively drew in the other’s saliva as if tasting it. It was a deep, passionate kiss.

“…Phew.”

Soon after, I lifted my head, wiped my lips, and looked down at Cheon Soyul with a slightly cautious gaze.

The reason was simply that, thinking about it belatedly, I wondered if I should have asked for permission anyway. It was a thought far too late to occur to me right in the middle of intercourse.

I didn’t want to break the intimidating atmosphere I had established… but even so, I wanted to ask. I was also curious how much permission I could obtain, separate from the act itself.

I lowered my head again, lightly grazed her cheek with my lips, and then spoke.

“…Hey.”

“Phew, *hweee*…”

“…”

I paused my voice when no reply came. Cheon Soyul was flushed and wearing an ecstatic expression.

After a moment’s thought, after a brief hesitation, I decided to slap her cheek. Smack, smack.

“Ugh, ek. Eh.”

“Snap out of it.”

“…Wh-what, what is it? Why? What’s going on?”

Her tongue seemed a bit twisted. I thought she was truly the type who felt things intensely. Was her body itself overly sensitive?

I decided to seriously consider the implications and her ‘utility value’ related to that later.

“…It was okay to do that, right?”

I asked the question, aware that I might seem a little pathetic.

My gaze was fixed on her lips.

With our navels pressed together, and my member still deep inside her belly, I waited for her answer. Cheon Soyul blinked.

It seemed she didn’t immediately grasp my words, but soon she let out an “Ah” of understanding. What followed was a soft touch.

Mwah-

“…”

I paused, momentarily flustered.

Because this time, it wasn’t me, but Cheon Soyul who had initiated the kiss and then pulled away.

I looked down at her with a dazed expression, and she, with her ear tips slightly flushed in embarrassment, stammered out her words.

“Wh-whatever, do as you please. I don’t care. *Ahem*, I’ll specially allow everything.”

“…”

“…But, well, don’t do anything too strange-. *Hwek*?!”

Cheon Soyul’s words didn’t continue to the end. Before they could, she lowered her head with a bewildered expression. She was looking at our joined parts.

Cheon Soyul then glanced up at me, murmuring in a dazed voice.

“…W-why is it getting bigger inside…?”

“Hmph.”

I gritted my teeth with a stifled laugh.

…I felt like I couldn’t hold back any longer.

My lower body throbbed intensely, as if it would burst at any moment. I had never felt such a powerful urge to ejaculate before.

But for now, I suppressed it. Not yet. I could hold out a little longer; at the very least, I needed to make Cheon Soyul finish first.

…This was, so to speak, a man’s pride.

“You’d better be ready.”

“…Huh? Ah? W-why? Why are you saying that?”

At my warning, uttered while biting my lip, Cheon Soyul looked up at me with a trembling expression, as if genuinely confused.

And perhaps it was a coincidence… but that very angle struck me as incredibly suggestive.

A beautiful girl like Cheon Soyul was looking up at me from below.

And while taking in my member.

I let out a silent, self-deprecating laugh and moved my body. Grasping Cheon Soyul’s hips firmly with both hands, I thrust my hips, going deeper.

“…”

And Cheon Soyul’s body twitched violently, as if she were a frog struck by electricity.

It was a comical reaction, yet at the same time utterly suggestive. Every single movement made me more intensely, more strongly aroused.

I no longer intended to continue the act while considering Cheon Soyul’s state.

If she was going to come, let her come as much as she wanted. No, rather, I wanted to make her finish over and over again.

Was it a somewhat base need for validation, perhaps? I wanted to bring her to climax.

…I wanted to personally amplify her sexual desire and sensitivity to their utmost limits.

“W-wait, *hiek*?! *Hyak*…!”

The back-and-forth motion, flesh meeting flesh, however, didn’t last that long.

Cheon Soyul, who had been twitching her body as if seized by pleasure for a while, was the first to stiffen her entire body.

In other words, her body straightened rigidly.

The moment before climax. The prelude to supreme ecstasy.

Even though I knew she wouldn’t be able to hold out, the moment I confirmed the prelude, I playfully poked her breast with a mischievous smile. Specifically, the tip of it.

“──*Hee-euk*?!”

Pffft, pffft!

And from Cheon Soyul’s vulva, a gush of fluid erupted as she experienced an orgasm near her limit.

At the sight, which I was seeing for the first time, I flinched in surprise but was also a little amazed. Wow. Incredible.

…For now, yes. Once.

Sending Cheon Soyul (to climax), success.