Chapter 107 – Shall We Not Call It a Draw? (2)

Inside the motel I had found in a fit of anger.

I looked at White Peach, who was sitting on the bed with her eyes slightly unfocused, and thought to myself.

‘What am I going to do with this?’

Somehow, things seemed to be going awry.

I managed to secure the thread of reason I had barely grasped and tied it to my forehead.

“Whew…”

Let’s calm down. No matter how much she is White Peach, she must be bluffing. Isn’t she the same kind of braggart as me, living in the taste of self-importance?
Regaining my composure, I cautiously sent White Peach a meaningful glance.

If we stop now, it would be as if nothing happened. That’s the feeling I tried to convey with urgency.

“What… are you doing?”

White Peach, inebriated, interrupted her own voice as she spoke. She was holding onto the hem of her T-shirt with indignation, as if she were already prepared.

“No, come in. Hehe.”

The sight of her upright yet unabashedly alluring female form might have been deemed a spectacle by someone other than myself.

Her natural hair color.
The skin even lighter than that, so purely white that calling it White Peach felt entirely appropriate.

However, in my field of vision, it was her vexing face rather than her captivating body that took precedence. Her prideful eyes, brimming with self-confidence, seemed to soar skyward. Merely looking at her lips, laden with provocative intent, stirred a sense of rejection deep within my DNA.

In the end, I decided to employ a tactic.

“…Wouldn’t Sister Hwangdo be watching?”
“Now…? She. She was crying earlier… fell asleep. She’s asleep.”
“If it’s your sister, that would make sense. What about Master?”
“Cheondo, if there’s nothing special, goes to bed before nine.”

My Master has a subtly endearing side. Fond of children’s tastes and cartoons…

‘That’s not the problem.’

Baekdo’s words now were akin to being trapped in an inescapable situation.

What should I do? Should I suggest a draw right now?

Although a bit intoxicated and emotional, I managed to maintain my rationality.
Indeed, it’s up to me to resolve this situation.
I’m certain that by tomorrow morning, we’ll be a complete mess, tearing at each other’s hair.

As I was contemplating what to do while looking at White Peach, she provocatively spoke up.

“What’s with you? You’re such an idiot.”

White Peach’s voice, now agitated, was faster and higher than usual.

Being drunk, her once carefully guarded speech had long since crumbled.
Or perhaps, her true manner of speaking, which she had been suppressing, had finally emerged. Alcohol has a way of revealing one’s true self.
Surprisingly, the heavily intoxicated White Peach’s speech was strikingly similar to the high-pitched tone unique to high school girls.

The reason for this, of course, was alcohol.
It was a mistake to let a woman who gets tipsy even with just a little alcohol drink my share of beer.

“Sigh… you fool. I should have known.”

Baekdo continued to scratch at my insides.

“I’m wasting away without my brother.”

I, too, am human and inebriated, so I couldn’t help but be irritated.

The moment I thought I’d have to give her a few more drinks and completely let go—

“Pathetic premature ejaculator.”

A sharp remark that precisely targeted my pride, chillingly stabbing my heart.

Two words that strike a man’s ego with unerring accuracy.

“…”

Her coarse words cut through the tether of my rationality, pushing me over the edge.

“What’s going on? Why are you suddenly coming closer?”

I don’t know. After downing a few more bottles of soju, the memory will fade, I’m sure.

A small gust called emotion can trigger an avalanche. Once my heart had tipped, it caused a considerable upheaval within my clouded consciousness.

One step. My outstretched hand roughly grabbed Baekdo’s shoulder. Her peach-tinted eyes trembled violently.

“You said you would do it.”

An alluring curve formed at the corner of her beautiful lips. Give it a try. The intention was felt without having to speak the words.

I pounced.

With a firm push on her shoulders, I sent her sprawling onto the bed. Simultaneously, I switched off the light on the bedside table, plunging the room into total darkness.

I buried my nose in the nape of her neck. Slowly licking the end of her collarbone with my tongue, I gradually moved my head upward.

The sensation of her supple skin met the tip of my tongue, the taste of peaches pulsating within my mouth.

– Hnng, mmm.

I tightened my grip around her neck, our cheeks pressed together.
White Peach’s hands were firmly bound with my right hand, ensuring no possibility of escape. With my remaining hand, I roughly seized her delicate jaw.

As I licked her lower lip, she quivered ever so slightly. Feeling her resistance, I pressed her cheeks with the hand that was propping up her chin.

“Inhale.”

Her heated breath, threatening to escape, was held at bay.

As my lips, intending to claim hers, moved towards White Peach’s ear, I whispered my final words to her.

“I can take a look now.”
“A guy with little experience… Hmph, maybe not. So impatient…”

-Chin.

As White Peach applies strength to her hand, the binding is released in an instant.
It’s simply a difference in pure strength.

White Peach’s right hand wraps around my waist, and one of her thighs encircles my left leg, preventing it from escaping.

Her other hand slips into my pants and firmly grasps my cock.

“…”

Silently, I gaze at White Peach.

With a proud expression on her face – though her cheeks are slightly flushed – she slowly strokes the cock held in her hand.

Swish. Swish – the sound of friction between her hand and the fabric of the clothing.
Her right hand, which has begun moving back and forth, trembles slightly.

I don’t feel any pleasure from this.

Though there is enjoyment in observing White Peach’s cautious expression as she handles the unfamiliar and inexperienced object. That’s all.

Gradually, as blood rushes to that area and confidence starts to show, White Peach’s body shudders.

“Have you regained your senses now?”
“Already aroused by such a topic. You didn’t want to hear that, did you? Premature.”
“You still haven’t calmed down.”

She moves her hand again.
As she tries to bring her lips to the clenched mouth of White Peach, who is resisting roughly.

White Peach’s hand, which had been wrapped around my waist, returns and covers my mouth.

“…Don’t do this.”
“Fine, then.”

She shifts her hand and abruptly slides it inside my black T-shirt.
As the fabric rubs together, I can feel the sensation of her stomach between my palms, and her navel briefly catches on my pinky finger. White Peach inhales sharply and holds her breath.
When I forcefully push my hand further, I can feel her soft breasts, which touch the tips of my three fingers, wrapped in a slightly coarse bra.

I lift my hand, with the bra barely hooked on my fingernails.
As the cup of the bra is gradually raised, the concealed soft flesh emits a warm heat.
A nipple catches on one finger.

“……”

Without even looking, I knew Baekdo was experiencing the entire situation with her body.

I managed to slip my hand in and firmly squeezed her breast.

“Ugh…!”

I placed her nipple between my index finger and thumb and squeezed it tightly.

“Hmm”

I twisted the protruding nub directly.

“Kk…!”

With the tip of my index finger’s nail, I lightly pressed the tip of her nipple, while using the callouses on my fingers to trace circles around her areola.

“Uh, ugh, ah!”

Swoosh. Swish. I vigorously shook my hand, but it only resulted in pleasurable stimulation.

A tear formed in the corner of Baekdo’s eye. A coarse breath brushed against my cheek.

The hot air that erupted showed no signs of stopping.

Had she bitten down too hard? Baekdo’s jaw opened ever so slightly, causing her lips to quiver.

“Ah… Hah. Huh!”

At the first moan that escaped, Baekdo blushed and quickly covered her mouth.

Should I have known?
From the moment one hand was rendered useless, I had already surrendered to pleasure.

Without stopping, I relentlessly teased White Peach, following my every whim. Grasping her black panties firmly in my hand, I tore them away.

– Drrrrrip!

A partially removed bra hung loosely on her chest, and White Peach’s voluptuous breasts rose, exposed to the refreshing air.

The pink peaks were not perfectly round, their tips curving slightly inward. I pressed the center gently with my hand, careful not to apply too much force.

“Ah, ugh! Ugh!”

“I thought you were preserving your chastity before marriage. Just give up and let yourself relax.”

White Peach, her eyes squeezed shut, faintly shook her head.

I slid the bothersome bra completely off.

No more fabric impeded the view of her upper body, her navel adorned with an undergarment. Before my eyes were two voluptuous breasts, entirely exposed.

White Peach’s eyes tremble as they look at me. Even intoxicated, she seems to feel shame in exposing her body.

However, she will gradually adapt.

Shame is merely a transient rejection of an unfamiliar situation. Eventually, she will adjust and find calm. And if this occurs during sexual intercourse, the emotion of shame may slowly, and gently, tighten its grip on her body. Once she realizes it, she might even find a thrilling pleasure in exposing her femininity.

This is an addiction, and in a way, a twisted form of affection.

I cannot fathom why these thoughts race through my mind. I am confident that my actions could elicit pleasure from her.

Lowering my left hand, I remove White Peach’s hand that was inside my pants. Her now listless hand offers no resistance as it is pulled away.

“Ah…”

White Peach still covered her mouth. This time, her hand reached out to a more secretive place, one she wouldn’t have shown to anyone else.

The snug fit of the dolphin shorts felt soft to the touch.

As her hand slid down her buttocks, White Peach turned her head completely to the side. She appeared rather adorable now.

‘…I must be smitten.’

Even a girl like her looks cute. Well, she does have a lovely appearance.

As her hand continued downward, she began to touch the tightly closed area. The skin of a man and woman met between two thin layers of cotton.

The damp moisture seeped through the fabric, leaving wetness on her fingers.

“I don’t know how many times I’ve asked—”

I spoke to White Peach.

“Did you feel it just now?”

Without any formalities.

The anticipated answer did not come. Annoyed for no reason, this time I placed my hand on top of my pants.

“Tell me honestly.”

I slide my fingertips inside. A tiny tuft of softness brushes against the tip of my middle finger.

“You felt it, didn’t you? You won’t remember it anyway since you’re drunk. I have to wake up early tomorrow and sneak in while Shiba’s asleep, so tell me now. Hurry up.”
“…Don’t be ridiculous-“

Suddenly!

I thrust my fingers deep within, reaching towards the tightly sealed crevice. White Peach writhes, but her pants hold my hand in place, leaving her unable to escape my touch.

“Ah- ugh!”

As my fingernail grazes her clitoris, White Peach tries to scream in pleasure, but quickly covers her mouth to muffle the sound.

I slowly stroke the moist, wet slit with two fingers, and with each pass, her hips sway side to side. The slick liquid surges more abundantly from below, and as I gradually bring my fingers closer to the source-

“…Stop.”

That’s when White Peach speaks.

“…Stop it.”

Her voice comes belatedly, frail and weak.

“No, I don’t think so.”

Still inebriated, her speech was slurred.

But this time, I couldn’t bring myself to stop.

“I’ve given you several chances—”

*Thrust!*

Both of my fingers widened the crevice and entered.

“Why are you doing this now?”

The slick yet wrinkled spot tried to push my fingers away. But upon going deeper, it clung to them tightly.

“You said you were confident.”
“Mia—ah! Heek!”
“But why—”
“Heek, hick. Haaah!”
“You’re already losing it on your own.”

The entrance clenched tightly around my fingers.
It was so wet that I questioned whether this was truly her first time.

As I probed her more forcefully, White Peach hastily pushed my body away and spoke.

“Ah, stop, stop! It’s… It’s strange…”

“What’s strange?”

“…Third-rank disciple… Ah♡”

Her trembling fingers clutched my shoulder.

“…I don’t know. Please, stop… I told you to stop…”

“Who’s the weak one now?”

Splish, splish. The sound of water seeping through the gaps and splattering began to be heard. As he persistently moved his fingers, White Peach spoke urgently.

“That’s… hnngh!”
“Who is it?”
“…Me, me.”
“Who?”
“White, White… Ah…! Ahh.”

In the end, she couldn’t finish her words, and White Peach screamed while covering her eyes with her arms.

“Aaaah…♡ Haaah….”

Saliva dripped between the corners of her mouth. When he pulled his fingers out, White Peach’s waist spasmed at regular intervals.

“…Ugh. Ah.”

For some reason, her unfocused eyes looking at him appeared more beautiful than ever. Unintentionally, he brought his lips to White Peach’s mouth.

Where had White Peach, who had been fiercely resisting just moments ago, gone? She docilely extended her tongue into his mouth as it opened to meet hers.

“Smack, haaah.”

A hot breath surged between their lips.

Suddenly, White Peach’s face flitted across my vision, her eyes lowered toward the blanket as if she was making every effort not to look at me.

Yet, her moving tongue never ceased. After exchanging our warmth and saliva for some time, we embraced one another and fell asleep.

Unaware of what would come the morning after, once the alcohol wore off.