episode_0026

26

“I’ll continue the revenge I couldn’t finish earlier….”

I spat out the words briefly, shamelessly baring my damp chest as I climbed on top of Seo Woojin.

Because of that, my exposed breasts swayed lewdly through the gaps in my school shirt, but it was fine.

Soon enough, Woojin—pinned beneath me—would be the one looking far more embarrassed. It was fine.

Just wait.

‘Noona, please stop,’ or, ‘I was wrong.’

Until I heard words like that, I was going to torment him relentlessly.

I—I know, okay?

What guys like.

What makes guys flustered.

Because since middle school, Pornhub taught me everything…!

Until now, I’d been dragged around by Seo Woojin , leashed and helpless—but from this moment on, things would be different.

Think. Think.

How did the blonde noona in those videos handle men?

So, usually in this situation, it’d probably be…

“Get ready….”

…Like this.

After wiping my lips, I leaned down and tightly gripped the buttons of Woojin’s pristine white shirt.

…But huh, this is looser than I thought…?

Don’t guys usually wear shirts that cling somewhat to their bodies? Or not?

I don’t know. Maybe it’s because the only guys around me are heroes, but they’re all muscle-headed idiots who just grew bigger bodies.

Hmm. Woojin doesn’t feel like a hulking mass of muscle—more like lean, tightly packed muscle.

They hate that kind of thing, calling it “fashion muscles” or whatever.

Well, whatever. It’s not like Woojin’s going to beat anyone up. He’s a healing-type Transcendent, after all.

Steeling myself, I pressed my fingers firmly, and one by one, the stiff buttons began popping open.

Maybe because it was so quiet, my heart pounded so hard I thought it might stop out of sheer embarrassment, but I gritted my teeth and kept moving my fingers.

If I gave up now, it’d be just like last night at Woojin’s place—

…….

……Huh.

……No.

Yeah.

No.

“You… you’re into this too, huh? Since you’re staying so quiet.”

“Ah. Yeah. Sure.”

“Uh, well… I see….”

I tried saying something out of sheer awkwardness, but his reaction was lukewarm.

Honestly, I’d wanted something a little more annoyed, like ‘Noona. Cut it out.’

If, after that, Woojin had coolly replied ‘You don’t like it?’ before kissing me and stripping me—

It would’ve looked just like the noona in those videos.

Too bad, but what can I do?

Forcing myself to ignore the awkward atmosphere, I fully undid the half-unbuttoned shirt.

…Last night. Because it was dark, I couldn’t see Woojin’s body clearly—but now, it was laid bare.

So, while it wasn’t obvious when covered by clothes, unexpectedly, he was quite well-toned—

“…….”

“…….”

D-dumbass, now’s not the time to stare blankly!

Even those noonas didn’t care much about the guy’s body.

They went straight for the pants.

“Huu… hhh….”

Letting out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding, I undid Woojin’s belt.

Pressing what felt like a button, then—shlick.

“Ngh….”

In the silent infirmary.

For a brief moment, listening to the metallic clink of the belt, I let myself indulge in dirty thoughts.

Since I couldn’t take off his pants while straddling him, I cautiously lifted my hips, watching for his reaction.

I-I mean, you just have to take it out, right? No need to strip everything off, right?

So if I just pull them down a little, then climb back on—

“…….”

“…….”

Silently.

I stared down at what I’d pulled out from his underwear with my own hands.

…This.

Why is it… soft?

“…D-do you not want to have sex with me?”

“What kind of—”

“Guys, when you just pull it out, it’s supposed to be… hard….”

“Guys?”

“Well… …porn….”

“Ah.”

I know there’s a process called an erection.

I also know from sex ed that when sexually aroused, blood rushes to the corpus cavernosum, blah blah blah.

Which means, in this situation, it doesn’t make sense.

It means he wasn’t turned on at all, even after seeing my chest.

Whether it was the Black guys,

the White guys,

the Asian guys,

anyone in porn—

the moment their pants came off, they were always rock-hard, thrusting against the woman’s stomach.

……And in that video that Ji-yoon caught me watching—

…….

No, no.

Anyway.

Why are you so soft…?

“There needs to be stimulation for that. You call yourself a noona, but you don’t even know this?”

“…Last night, you were hard from the start….”

“That’s because there was stimulation then.”

“Stimulation…?”

“Meaning….”

When I quietly repeated his words, Woojin’s body—lying on the bed—slowly drew closer.

Startled, I flinched and tried to pull back, but his arm around my waist left me helpless.

What now?

You’re not trying to kiss me again, are you?

No.

This time, I’m the one doing it.

Not drinking your saliva—I’ll make you drink mine.

Turning my head to the side to avoid a kiss, I reached out toward Woojin.

But.

“Hhk…!”

My attempt to push back against his masculine shoulders lasted only a moment.

Instead of the lips I’d been biting with my front teeth, warmth touched somewhere else.

The exposed gap in my school uniform.

The stiffened tip of my nipple.

Gently.

“…Ngh… s-stop….”

“…Didn’t you say you didn’t want to have sex?”

Out of embarrassment.

Not because I was upset—just embarrassed—but his perfectly reasonable response left me speechless.

For sex, a man needs to be sexually aroused.

∨

According to Woojin, there needs to be stimulation.

∨

…Guys, for some reason, really like breasts.

Even when it’s obvious they’re sneaking glances, they pretend not to notice, too busy stealing looks.

∨

Last night, during my first… experience, Woojin definitely touched my chest first.

∨

Conclusion.

Woojin likes breasts.

…Come to think of it, having big breasts seems important for being a noona-like woman.

Even in romance comics, noona characters are always…

Busty…

“…….”

As I stayed silent, lips sealed, Woojin’s breath drew near again.

His exhales brushed over my bare chest—no bra, no shirt in the way.

Not rushed.

Not excited.

Just quietly. Tracing over my skin.

…That’s all.

Yet I kept swallowing.

All because of Woojin.

Because of you, I’m developing weird habits…

I’ll pay you back for this, just you wa—

“…Ngh…!”

Between his slightly parted lips, my burning nipple was taken in.

…I thought he’d start sucking greedily like a baby, but no.

He just held it lightly between his lips, gauging my reaction.

In porn, they always lick so desperately… or bite with their teeth…

It feels kind of ticklish…

And weird…

Overwhelmed by the unfamiliar sensation, I could only tilt my head slightly to the side.

Unlike earlier, when I’d turned away to avoid a kiss, this time, I just couldn’t bring myself to look Woojin in the eye.

…Right.

Because a noona like me didn’t want to show her blushing face while being teased by her dongsaeng.

Lost in my attempts to escape reality—

“…Hhng…!”

A shudder ran through my shoulders at the new sensation.

He licked me.

While his large hand freely groped the chest my friends used to sneak peeks at—

The other one—

With the tip of his tongue—

He licked it.

“S-stop….”

Did it feel good?

I don’t know.

In porn, noonas always let out pleasured sighs when guys teased them.

I—I do pinch my own nipples when I masturbate, but…

I guess I’m not at the stage where being touched by a guy feels good yet.

More than anything, I was just embarrassed.

So much that I couldn’t even look at Woojin’s face.

“Nngh…”

Maybe because I’d turned my head completely away—

Though I’d never been particularly proud of them,

I couldn’t help but be conscious of them under others’ gazes—

My breasts, about the same size as Ji-yoon’s, were now being played with freely by Woojin.

Crushed in hands far larger than mine.

While his blunt fingertips flicked at my hardened nipples,

I bit my lip, holding back moans, jerking slightly each time—so then, he started licking around them instead.

A baby wouldn’t lick like that.

They’d just suckle, slurp slurp.

After that pointless thought, I steadied my breathing—hh, hhh—quietly.

…Otherwise, I’d start thinking dirty thoughts every time I breastfed.

Like right now, sitting on Woojin’s thighs, hips twitching.

“Hhhk… ah… hhng…”

Did he think this much was okay?

Woojin’s touch grew rougher.

His fingers, which had only been flicking, now began pinching my nipples firmly.

…Weirdly, using the exact method I liked best.

Squeeze— just enough to sting, then releasing like an apology.

Leaving them tingling, untouched for a moment, savoring the air brushing over them.

A shameful method I could never admit to Ji-yoon.

“Hhh… hh…”

…His tongue, which had only been licking around, now pulled away, letting his teeth take over.

Hard.

Not enough to hurt.

But enough to steal my breath.

Burying his nose against my chest,

he gnawed at my pink nipples, leaving behind the marks of his teeth—

—marking me—

before slowly pulling away.

Glancing down out of the corner of my eye, I saw a wet string snap from the tip of my nipple.

…That’s…

Woojin’s saliva, which had been clogging my throat this whole time.

As I stared blankly, my nipples were reshaped again in his hands.

One crushed under a man’s fingers.

The other chewed between a man’s teeth.

Distorted obscenely.

My panties grew damp.

“Nn, ahh… w-wait…”

No.

It feels… good, but…

Honestly, I do want this to keep going, but…

This is too far from my original plan.

I’m a noona.

And a hero.

An older woman.

A hero who arrests villains.

I can’t keep being dragged around like a pet on a leash, panting helplessly.

I need to snap out of it now and take back control—

Just as I clenched my eyes shut and tried to shove Woojin’s shoulders with all my strength—

“……?”

A searing heat pressed against my lower stomach, freezing my breath.

Something… hot… and incredibly hard.

I could tell even from the briefest touch.

…I’m not a virgin anymore.

I know what this is now.

Woojin’s ‘thing.’

The moment it touched me, I knew—but something felt off, planting a question mark in my mind.

My lower stomach is warm.

That much is normal.

…But.

Even my navel—

is warm.

Meaning,

something hard keeps poking just below my belly button.

Making even there warm…

“…….”

Finally, after staring to the side for so long, my gaze turned forward.

Then downward.

“…Eh…”

I swallowed.

I thought back for a moment.

I… remember it being pretty big.

Big enough to match the porn I’d secretly bookmarked and revisited—the one Ji-yoon caught me watching.

So big that even holding it in my hand felt surreal.

I remember it going deep, too.

How far does it even reach? I’d wondered, tense, before it shattered my thoughts, slamming into me like an animal.

But—I don’t have a ruler in my hand.

I can’t measure the exact length—

…can I?

I’d guessed it was just under a span.

But now—

“…….”

While sitting on Woojin’s thighs.

It reaches… just below my navel.

So if he pushed all the way in, it’d go that far.

I’ve figured it out for sure now.

“…Noona.”

“H-huh?”

Dazedly staring at his twitching cock,

remembering the blonde woman in the video being mounted like an animal without resistance,

I snapped back to reality at Woojin’s voice.

“What are you doing? Sitting there frozen.”

“…W-well…?”

“…I’m hard now. Do what you want.”

“…Huh?”

“Wasn’t this what you wanted? To have sex? Like a noona.”

“…….”

“If you don’t want to, then like last night—”

“W-wait.”

“…….”

“…I’ll move. You just lie there….”

…Lee Hayoon.

You’re a noona.

Not a pervert—

a noona.