Chapter 35
It was true that Seo Ahyeon had wanted Han Taeyang's praise. After all, even she had to admit that what she'd accomplished today was truly something to be proud of.
She had firmly announced her breakup to ‘that’ Kim Minjun, whom she had spent all year trembling before and to whom she hadn't been able to voice even a single complaint.
And hadn't she even smacked him once when he pathetically clung to her during the process?
Seo Ahyeon knew how much Han Taeyang disliked Kim Minjun.
Once she realized that this dislike stemmed from pity and affection for her, she had become unable to restrain her romantic feelings for him any longer─.
“……A-ah, w-wait. Han Taeyang, hyaat, ngh!?”
But that didn't mean she wanted praise for having accomplished something admirable in quite this manner, as mentioned earlier.
As Han Taeyang's hands ignored her attempts to stop him and stripped off her panties, Seo Ahyeon's face turned a deep, deep red.
She knew she would be praised—just as intensely as Han Taeyang had despised Kim Minjun.
He was someone who genuinely wanted her to achieve emotional growth.
Naturally, if she came back having achieved something, she expected to be fussed over with affectionate praise and petted…….
To be honest, she had even secretly looked forward to a reward in bed.
‘After all, we'd already had sex several times…….’
They had already become something sweet, more than friends but less than lovers, and now she'd even put herself on the dating market as a free agent?
Given Han Taeyang's personality, she had believed he obviously wouldn't let tonight pass uneventfully.
But.
“Eek, hngh.”
Seo Ahyeon hadn't expected Han Taeyang to suddenly pull down her underwear and bury his head between her legs.
It was a kind of service she'd never even dared think of receiving from Kim Minjun during their year-long relationship.
Even with her face burning, Seo Ahyeon reflexively reached out and pressed a hand to Han Taeyang's forehead.
“Stay still.”
“……Nghyat.”
Of course, that much force was nowhere near enough to push Han Taeyang away.
She herself had no real intention of rejecting him in the first place.
She was embarrassed and flustered, and if possible, she would have preferred an ordinary, romantic night in bed; still, that wouldn't have been bad either.
Schlurp-
“……Hek!?”
To put it more honestly—to lay bare the true feelings and desires she'd hidden behind her shame.
Well.
At least Seo Ahyeon didn't dislike this situation nearly that much. No, she was actually happy—happy and pleased.
The man she had come to love was licking her pussy between her legs, after all.
How could such service, such devoted caresses, not satisfy her? How could she not find them lovely?
The instant Han Taeyang's tongue touched her pussy, already slick with flowing juices, her eyes rolled back.
“Hngh, ngh, mm, hnnngh.”
Unrestrained obscene moans spilled from her mouth one after another.
Her legs, which had been held rigidly straight, had wrapped around the nape of Han Taeyang's neck before she knew it.
She'd curled her body into an utterly lewd pose, embracing Han Taeyang with her lower body to make his service feel even better.
‘Ah, fuck. This, ngh, feels sooo good…….’
The embarrassment grew in proportion to the heat steadily building, leaving Seo Ahyeon not knowing what to do with herself.
Even while muttering lewd thoughts inwardly, she covered her face with both hands.
She didn't want Han Taeyang to see the utterly unfiltered lewd expression she was making.
He would surely like even that expression and tell her she was pretty, but─.
“Y-you, turn, your eyes awayyy…….”
“……Hmm?”
But that was a separate matter. A girl had a maidenly heart, didn't she? Seo Ahyeon was no different.
Peering down at Han Taeyang through the gaps between her fingers, she spoke in a petulant voice.
While licking her pussy, she asked him to please not look at her face. To turn his gaze away.
Having a man lick her pussy at that very moment, it was truly a contradictory girlish sensibility.
And, of course.
“Seo Ahyeon.”
“U-uh, y-yes……?”
Han Taeyang wasn't the sort of man who was simply kind and gentle enough to take such a request at face value.
He moved his lips with a mischievous expression, as though an amusing idea had just occurred to him.
“Move your hands. I can't see your pretty face.”
“……Hyeat.”
At first, he tried to coax her with relatively gentle words and a mild tone.
“I-I won't. I'm hiding it because I don't want to show you. You idiot……?”
“Hmm…….”
Although the words ‘pretty face’ honestly pleased her and made her giggle, she still didn't move her hands.
From that point on, Han Taeyang stopped holding back. Instead, he wore a knowing smile, as if things had worked out perfectly.
Then.
“Lick, schlurp, sluuurp……!”
“……Ngh, wha?!”
He slid both arms beneath Seo Ahyeon's thighs and lifted her buttocks just slightly from the sofa—barely a centimeter.
Without hesitation, Han Taeyang buried his head between her legs, moving his tongue and mouth fervently.
He kept the juices constantly leaking from her in his mouth, swallowed them, and thrust his tongue inside her pussy.
“Ah, hyaak……! Wait, waiiit, Han Taeyang, hik……?!”
Despite Seo Ahyeon's desperate cry, which sounded rather more sincere than before, he began skillfully exploring the inside of her vagina.
He sucked, licked, and drank. With his tongue thrust deep inside, he stroked the vaginal walls as though tracing them, then pressed down hard on the sensitive spot he'd identified long ago.
“……Ngh. Oh, ngh, hyeep……!”
Thud!
It was the moment the strength left Seo Ahyeon's legs as they clung to Han Taeyang's neck.
The stimulation was so intense as it swept through her body that she couldn't maintain even that much strength.
Seo Ahyeon immediately straightened her back and let out a lustful cry.
In the end, she couldn't even maintain her seated position and sprawled flat against the back of the sofa.
“You’re not moving your hands? You’d better.”
“Hk, ngh, hya, ah……!”
Han Taeyang made his already-solid upper-arm muscles stand out even more as he gripped Seo Ahyeon's thighs, keeping her from escaping him.
With her upper body naturally buried into the sofa, Seo Ahyeon lay flat, tears glistening in her eyes.
Even then, she stubbornly kept her face covered until the very last moment.
“I don't know, I don't know! This, this is really weird, aaah……. Ngh?! S-stop……!”
“This is your last warning. Lower your hands, Ahyeon.”
“……I’ll lower them! I’ll, I’ll move them, okay?! Please, please stop, hngh!?”
In the end, it was futile resistance. Her skin reddened all the way to her nape, and her violet eyes filled with lust, affection, and arousal as she cried out.
The fact that she even switched to polite speech without being told was truly the mark of a fine masochist.
“That’s it. Good girl.”
“──Hek, ngh!”
By the time Seo Ahyeon finally raised the white flag, bracing herself against the sofa with the hands that had covered her face,
Han Taeyang wore a cold smile at the corners of his mouth as he extended his tongue once more.
And naturally, given his position, the only place that tongue could go was Seo Ahyeon's pussy.
Han Taeyang's tongue lightly brushed her clitoris before finally slipping inside her vagina.
When he lightly stimulated her sensitive spot once more, Seo Ahyeon could no longer endure it.
What couldn't she endure?
“……Ah, aah?! W-wait, ngh, hyeeeet?!”
Fwoosh, fwoooosh-!
Her climax as a woman—her orgasm.
It was the most natural and obvious thing in the world.
Soon, Seo Ahyeon's waist arched gracefully, and a transparent stream sprayed upward from her lower opening.
Along with the copious juices filling her pussy came a grand fountain show—the very proof of her climax.
“Ooh.”
Despite being the one who had brought it about, Han Taeyang shamelessly exclaimed in admiration and pulled his head away.
For the moment, however, Seo Ahyeon had no strength left to get angry at his mischievous prank.
“……Ngh, hek, hnnngh.”
Her lower abdomen, almost slipping off the sofa, melted limply as it continued to pulse lewdly.
With each intermittent tremor, she expelled a stream through her hidden cleft.
Trickle…….
Whether it was squirting brought on by being unable to contain the pleasure, female ejaculation, or merely an embarrassing, childish leak.
Perhaps it was the most sublime sight in the world: the sensual beauty of a girl and a woman, all expressed in one.
Did it really matter which it was?
‘……Insanely lewd.’
In any case, at the sight of that rare spectacle, Han Taeyang's lower body stiffened.
As an ecstatic sensation climbed her spine and painted her mind white with pleasure, Seo Ahyeon blinked fiercely, her eyes flashing.
“……Ngh.”
Pff, phew-
Finally, she gave her pelvis a little ‘twitch’ and let even the remaining traces of fluid inside run down her thighs.
And then.
Flop!
“……Haaah…….”
She barely managed to hook one arm over the sofa, then let her body collapse right there.
The fierce pleasure had taken over her entire body, leaving her unable to support herself on her own.
Seo Ahyeon stared blankly at her trembling lower body, then gave Han Taeyang a cute, faintly reproachful glare.
“……I moved my hands like you said, so why, why do you keep tormenting me? Ngh, you bastard…….”
“Ahem.”
Han Taeyang knew he should give ground here, so he cleared his throat and laughed awkwardly.
Then he approached Seo Ahyeon, who had sunk down onto the floor, lightly tapped her cheek with his index finger, and asked:
“……But it felt good, right? How about I do it again next time?”
“……”
Seo Ahyeon took several deep breaths, briefly working to steady her ragged breathing.
She secretly let her tailbone shiver at Han Taeyang's index finger rubbing her cheek, then…….
“……”
“……Just as I thought. I knew you’d like it.”
She jerked her head back and rested it against the sofa, yet silently gave him a thumbs-up.
Han Taeyang's service and caresses had been a little aggravating, but she had definitely found them satisfying.
It was her own shy way of expressing her feelings.