episode_0079

I think I heard somewhere that having sex in the water isn’t very good for one’s health…

But when I’d already made Cheon Soyul go over the edge with just my fingers, such warnings were meaningless.

“…Hah, hah.”

“…”

I, and Cheon Soyul, couldn’t find a way to cool down our heated bodies. There was only one thing we could do.

Taking a deep breath, I gently pushed Cheon Soyul’s body, easing her against the smooth wall at the end of the bathtub as if lifting her.

Then, from that position, Cheon Soyul reached out with only her trembling hand and grasped my member.

Softly, yet never weakly, she gifted me stimulation with appropriate pressure.

It was a sudden thought, but… it occurred to me that she was now quite accustomed to such acts.

Of course, I had been forced into familiarity by having relations with so many different people.

Anyway, Cheon Soyul shouldn’t have had anyone else besides me for such things, so seeing her hands move so skillfully, could this also be a talent?

Or perhaps it was simply that the number of times she’d slept with me was excessively high.

‘…Well, either way.’

It didn’t matter. There was nothing bad about it. As I gained pleasure from Cheon Soyul’s wet touch, I simultaneously stroked her cheek.

“Mmh…”

In response, Cheon Soyul narrowed her eyes like a cat being petted and let out a strange sound.

She parted her lips slightly, as if demanding something, and I understood her meaning perfectly.

*Peck*

I lowered my head and gave her a light kiss.

Cheon Soyul’s eyes curved prettily.

Soon, with her other free hand, she pulled me by the back of my head, and we decided to move on to a deeper, more passionate kiss.

Lips overlapping lips, tongues entwining and exchanging saliva—a truly sensuous act.

Simply put, it was exhilarating. A deep kiss while she pleasured me with her hand was incredibly addictive.

“…Hah, haa.”

Cheon Soyul soon pulled her lips away, gently wiping her mouth, and her eyes were hazy.

Heated breaths escaped through the slight gap in her parted lips.

As if trying to quickly regain her senses, Cheon Soyul blinked her eyes a few times, quite laboriously, then looked at me and asked clumsily,

“Do you… feel good…?”

“…”

It was a simple question.

Did I feel pleasure?

My answer, of course, could only be one. I nodded briefly and replied, rubbing her breasts.

“Truly, incredibly.”

“Mmm…”

Cheon Soyul, who had asked if I felt good, let out a pleasant hum at just that brief contact. Her head tilted to the side.

I kissed her exposed neck and simultaneously bit her, not enough to hurt. My own way of showing affection.

The more I did, the more her hand movements began to pick up speed.

Her hand moved, her fingertips gently caressing the shaft and glans.

It was a masturbatory act where her intention to make me cum once before starting the main event was blatantly clear. Rather amusingly.

In a way, one could say she was scared. It was proof that she couldn’t handle me without getting it out once like this.

But, that didn’t matter either.

It would be meaningless anyway.

Having had relations numerous times until now, I had instinctively realized something…

Perhaps I, and my body now, were clearly optimized for such sexual intercourse.

It was an intuition.

An intuition that all awakened individuals were bound to feel at some point regarding their characteristics—groundless, yet one could only be certain of it oneself.

Actually, couldn’t it be proven? Though it would be truly embarrassing to say.

My virility had already surpassed common sense.

To put it in gaming terms, only Baek Ayun or Kanzaki Rie could truly handle someone like me.

I didn’t think anyone else could overwhelm me in return.

Especially if the opponent was ‘that’ utterly pathetic Cheon Soyul.

Me losing to this kid?

‘Does that make sense?’

I couldn’t even force a laugh. That’s why I simply decided to go along with Cheon Soyul’s intention.

I wouldn’t bother suppressing the surging urge to cum. I would entrust my cum to her touch.

The sensation of the liquid rising up the shaft. For that moment, I, too, grimaced briefly, and Cheon Soyul wasn’t completely unobservant.

She immediately twitched the corners of her lips as if delighted and moved her hand faster.

*Thump-thump-thump-thump…!*

With an utterly lewd sound, my body slightly bent. Cheon Soyul wore a smug expression, as if satisfied with her skill, and…

*Gush, gush!!*

Soon, cum was expelled. I held Cheon Soyul’s head, using it as a support, and she, uncaring, made her hand movements even more artful.

It felt as if even the small amount of milky white fluid remaining deep inside the shaft was being squeezed out.

“Ugh…”

It was brief, but I couldn’t help but let out a groan. I exhaled deeply and regulated my breathing, which had become ragged for a moment.

Meanwhile, Cheon Soyul was passionately, very diligently, receiving my cum.

Using her entire body, of course.

Her forehead, cheeks, shoulders, collarbone, chest.

Seeing my white fluid stickily smeared all over her upper body gave me an excessively tingling sensation.

It was like a vulgar sense of accomplishment and conquest striking my crown like lightning.

“…Haaaa.”

Finally, I let out a deep sigh and cupped Cheon Soyul’s face. I gently wiped away the white fluid clinging to her cheek.

And then, a short kiss. It was like a signal to let her know I felt good.

“Heh, oh…”

At such an act, Cheon Soyul also let out a soft laugh, as if pleased.

A reaction as if a heart-shaped speech bubble would appear above her head.

Soon, she splashed the bathtub water around, washing her upper body, and at that point, I realized the signs of my member getting hard again.

It didn’t matter that there was no other physical stimulation.

Just looking at Cheon Soyul’s naked body made my head throb, my lips dry, and my loins throb.

It was severe. I couldn’t help but let out a dry laugh and firmly grabbed both her arms. *Thump.*

“Huh?”

Had she not expected such a sudden restraint?

Cheon Soyul blinked her eyes, startled.

“Ah.”

And then, checking my expression, she paused for a moment.

“Ah, ahaha…”

About three seconds later, she let out an awkward laugh, as if she’d understood something.

Her eyes subtly shifted sideways, trying to avoid my gaze.

It was no use. I was already revved up, and even in such a heated state, I wasn’t a man with enough self-control to let go of the attractive fiancée, or rather, my wife-to-be, in front of me.

It was the moment I was about to claim Cheon Soyul, letting out heated breaths.

“W-wait…!”

Cheon Soyul closed her eyes tightly and held out her palm to me, as if it were her very last protest.

And, luckily, at that moment, I still had a shred of reason left.

I literally hesitated for a moment. I couldn’t give her any more time than that, but I intended to listen to a few words.

A bead of cold sweat trickled down one of Cheon Soyul’s cheeks. A sign of tension.

She then swallowed dryly, *gulp!*, as if resolving something, and leaned her body towards me.

Her head lowered. She was now creating a posture where she was looking up at me herself.

“F-first of all,”

she proposed to me in an utterly awkward, trembling voice, her eyes also twitching nervously.

“I told you last time, didn’t I? Next time, next time I’ll give you a blowjob. Right?”

“…”

“So that’s why I’m saying, how about, now? I might be clumsy, but someone like me offering to use my tongue directly… wouldn’t it be worth experiencing once?”

Cheon Soyul, who even added the suggestive remark, “Shouldn’t we practice beforehand so I can do better later?”, smiled foolishly.

I definitely remembered extracting a promise from her during the previous orgy (?) with Kanzaki that she would give me a blowjob next time, but…

‘Hmm.’

Whether that was an attractive offer to me *now* was another matter entirely.

I frowned for a moment, lost in thought. What should I do about this?

A sexual service from Cheon Soyul’s pretty mouth and tongue was, to be frank, a significant matter that I couldn’t help but anticipate.

However, if I were to change the desperate expression she was making now into one of relief, my rebellious spirit would run wild.

My deliberation was brief, and my decision was swift.

I made a judgment immediately.

With a fresh smile on my lips, I called out to her, who was waiting for my words.

“Soyul.”

“Yes…!”

Cheon Soyul nodded twice in response.

I lightly tapped her pelvis.

“Ah.”

Cheon Soyul let out a short gasp and her expression darkened, while I raised the corners of my lips.

“First of all, I want to do it once and then think.”

“…”

“Spread your legs. I’ll finish quickly.”

Cheon Soyul despaired. She reflexively moved her legs and thighs aside, and I had to desperately suppress a laugh that threatened to escape at her uncharacteristic submissive posture.

…Anyway, for now, I needed to make Cheon Soyul go over the edge more than once.

This wasn’t merely a matter of competitiveness.

It was a more fundamental problem before that.

I adjusted my posture to somehow hide the cold sweat that was inwardly trickling down.

At first glance, our relationship now seemed as if I held absolute superiority.

In truth, that wasn’t entirely the case.

Because there was still a problem remaining.

I had ‘permission’ to receive from her, even if it meant kneeling.

Whereas she was in a position where refusing it might not cause any hindrance.

Therefore, I intended to mercilessly push Cheon Soyul to her limit today. At least to make her incapable of normal judgment by about 30%.

It felt like a soldier heading into a life-or-death battlefield. Truly chilling.

In contrast, Cheon Soyul simply wore an utterly ambiguous expression, as if she were gloomy, yet inwardly anticipating pleasure.

Somehow, the thought that she was a little annoying crossed my mind.

That’s why I thought.

‘…First, I don’t care about anything else.’

Since there would be no problem thinking about other complex issues later.

For now, I should focus purely on making Cheon Soyul cry… I decided.