Chapter 165 – How to Indulge in What You Love (1)

– A glass of soju, illuminated by electric lights rather than the mellow moonlight.
– Another one to erase bitter memories.
– And yet another to honor the single flower rejected during a confession…

The sound of a radio playing softly emanates from the phone. The gentle music-box melody brings a sense of calm to the room.

My quarters are dimly lit but possess a certain ambiance. I’ve set up an assortment of drinks from the convenience store, commencing a modest drinking party. Various snacks, akin to beef jerky, are laid out on the desk. I haphazardly nibble on these morsels while continuously downing my drink.

– *Chororuk*.

The clear and bitter liquid keeps refilling my glass, over and over. Azalea courteously held the soju bottle, ceaselessly pouring alcohol into my cup.

With one hand, she covers the label while supporting the bottom of the bottle with the other. It’s a sight characteristic of construction companies, where respect for elders and superiors is paramount.

“…Here you go.”
“Alright.”
“Have you properly gathered your mana?”
“Do I really need to get drunk?”

Azalea nodded with a stern expression on her face. She must want to confirm my sincerity or something like that. To me, it feels like this is undoubtedly her revenge for me disappearing for three days. While drinking, I placed a piece of jerky in my mouth.

To get drunk, I let my body completely defenseless, with all my magical power reaped. The first bottle was fine, but after crossing the third bottle, the tipsy sensation quickly rose. Azalea too, perhaps craving for alcohol, sipped and drank a few glasses in between mine.

“…But.”
“Yes.”
“Why do you like me?”

Her face flushed red.

“I just enjoy being with you.”
“Is that so? I just can’t understand. What’s there to like about a bastard like me?”

Another drink. The fourth bottle.
There are two empty soju bottles next to Azalea.

“Stop drinking. You already have a low alcohol tolerance. Your head will hurt tomorrow.”

“If we don’t drink today, who knows when we’ll have another chance… You’ll be swamped again.”

As I continued to drink, I felt a lump in my throat.
It was as if my vision wavered and emotions threatened to burst forth.

If I were to drink any more here… I had the feeling that I would inevitably reveal all, past and present, so I decided to muster a small amount of magic power.
My cloudy mind seemed to clear up a bit.
Honesty, indeed, is best in moderation.

“Is it okay if I speak informally just for today?”
“Go ahead, keep doing it.”
“Alright then… Siheon.”

Her voice was bright and cheerful, like an adorable doll trying to stand on its own, only to exclaim “Aiko!” and topple over.
Hearing her use informal speech while intoxicated gave me a ticklish sensation.

“…It feels a bit awkward, huh. Hehe.”
“We’re in the same grade, so why not? If anything, we took too long to start speaking informally.”
“I guess that’s why it feels even more strange.”

Her eyes, slightly unfocused from the effects of alcohol, were tinged with lust.
They held a decadent gaze that one might expect from an experienced seductress.

Even so, the words that spilled out of her mouth were tantalizingly drenched with the allure of an uninitiated virgin. How can someone be so bashful when a classmate speaks to them informally? I can’t quite grasp the reality of it all, but seeing her chest heave with agitation, I suppose I’m still at an age where I enjoy such things.

It feels cheesy, but from a distance, it’s somewhat endearing. How long has it been since I experienced this sensation?

Before I knew it, my glass was full again. I took another sip and swallowed.

“About the retreat… Aren’t you disappointed you didn’t enjoy it at all? You were really looking forward to it.”

“Yeah, I was. I genuinely came here to relax… But there’s just so much going on.”

“…I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.”

Azalea laughed in response to my bitter smile, her finger gently scratching her cheek. Her laughter seemed awkward, as if she was still unaccustomed to informal speech. Her slightly damp pink hair clung to her collarbone, dampened by sweat.

From the way her gaze shifted, I could tell that lewd thoughts would soon take hold. As anticipated, my body began to boil with heat, and my rationality started to blur.

Now was the perfect time for wild impulses to take over, as they were both inebriated.

“Whew…”
“Feeling rough? Want to stop drinking?”
“Yeah.”

Setting down their glasses, they momentarily subdued the rising lust within them.

“Drunk, are you?”
“……”

A suitable level of intoxication. Flushed faces. And… a hint of pretense. As Azalea swayed unsteadily, she leaned in closer.

“……Was what you said back then really true?”

She was likely referring to the moment at the café when she had promised to accept the confession. Azalea nodded in response.

“…So it wasn’t the professor’s doing?”
“No.”
“Why, then, did you suddenly accept me?”

The abrupt shift in attitude still seemed to leave her doubtful. Azalea, too, struggled to maintain her composure, her inebriated state similar to the other’s.

Leaving the support of the desk, their faces drew near. As if questioning whether she was lying, concern and worry filled her expression.

What on earth had she heard from Lee Se-Young? Though she was inwardly curious, she decided to put those thoughts aside for the time being.

I extended my face forward, my mind hazy.

“…!!”

The sensation of soft lips enveloping mine, the scent of tinted lipstick. Warmth shared for a brief two seconds before pulling away.

“…Uh.”

Azalea appeared bewildered, as if she hadn’t yet grasped reality. Soon after, her face flushed with anger.

“Did you get an answer?”
“……”

Perhaps her legs had weakened from the tension, as Azalea nearly collapsed onto the desk, knocking over her glass in the process.

– Clink.

The fallen glass spilled water, landing on the hotel room floor.

“You said before… you didn’t know.”

With her cheeks a fiery red, she asked again. I steadied my swirling thoughts, rose from my seat, and took a step closer to her.

The sound of her labored breathing reached my ears. As I wrapped one hand around her shoulder, her trembling hand clutched my wrist.

It was a very weak grip.

Round eyes brimming with anticipation, he pressed his body against Azalea once more, the weight of him bearing down on her. She yielded without resistance.

The unique rough texture of the see-through chiffon material grazed the surface of his fingers, while beyond that lay the softness of baby-like skin. The scent of blossoming flowers from her twenty-year-old body, newly matured, invaded his nostrils.

“…Mm. Haa.”

Their lips met then parted. A light touch.

That alone filled his head with lustful thoughts, and his lower body responded in kind. Azalea, one thigh draped over the sofa and the other leg pointed towards the floor, gazed at him with a dazed expression.

“…Ah, uh, ugh.”

As she made an odd sound, she grazed her own lips with her index finger, seemingly trying to savor the sensation from moments ago.

“Can I… do this with someone who’s not a lover? You know, you and your professor…”

“But you said you liked me.”

“Yes… I do like you, but you’re… different. Ah! Haa…”

Their lips met once more. This time, a little longer, for eight seconds. They exchanged only ragged breaths, lips still pressed together before they drew apart.

“Ha… ha…”

Their chests heaved in sync with their labored breathing. Pupils dilated as if suddenly sobering up from intoxication.

Azalea, as if realizing something, rolled her eyes around before propping herself up against the sofa’s edge. She stretched out her arms, embracing me.

“Then… can I like you?”
“Do whatever you desire.”

I will bear the responsibility.

As long as they were entwined with me, they wouldn’t be able to maintain a fine appearance. Azalea was alive back then, but there was no telling when her rage might be ignited.

Strength flowed into Azalea’s hands as she held me tightly. The throbbing sound of her heart could be felt through her skin. The pounding, racing pulse was no joke.

“Ha… up.”

This time, it was Azalea who initiated the kiss. With both arms, she encircled my neck, pressing her thighs against me, ensuring I could not escape.

The sensation of her lower abdomen, now hardened and pushing outward as if to break through her pants, caused her face to briefly flush. Their lips timidly collided in a series of soft kisses.

*Chu, chu, chu.*

As if any further intimacy was beyond their wildest dreams.

She cautiously extended her tongue, opening her mouth.

“Now… we’ve been drinking, should we brush our teeth first?”

Ignoring Azalea’s words, now reverting to the formal speech, he delved between her lips with his tongue. The tint that smeared on his cheeks stuck to hers. As their faces touched, the tint caused their cheeks to cling and then separate.

The sudden intrusion of his tongue left Azalea rigid in his grasp. Her small tongue remained motionless, seemingly paralyzed by the fear of this unexpected intimacy.

He gently teased the upper surface of her tongue, which then retreated and lifted. He proceeded to lick the underside.

“Ah… haa, s-stop.”

Saliva trailed down the corners of her mouth. Their first kiss since that fateful night when he escorted Azalea back to her dorm after a night of drinking.

Persistently inserting her tongue, Azalea’s previously rigid lips began to show a slight change. Gently squirming, this time, it was Azalea who sought out the kiss. Her previously immobile tongue now timidly prodded my own.

“Heh, Chuu…”

Our teeth touched, and occasionally our canines grazed each other’s tongues. It was a clumsy and inexperienced kiss, but passionate nonetheless.

Her slightly raised fingernails pricked the back of my neck.

“Paha…”

We parted our lips.

As soon as her tongue retreated, Azalea eagerly followed with her lips, approaching as if to headbutt me. Our impatience caused our noses to collide.

“Ouch! That hurts…”

Azalea, pushed back slightly, frowned at her sore nose and offered me a sheepish smile.

“We have plenty of time. Let’s take it slow.”

“…Okay.”

Bound together, we moved from the sofa to the bed. Azalea’s body ascended onto the slightly chilly bed, which had been unused for three days.

I began to slowly undress her disheveled clothing.

Azalea raises her waist and lifts her arms in response to my actions.

Her pure white belly and navel are exposed.

“…Do men like navels?”
“Huh? Why?”
“No… you just kept looking at my belly button.”

Wouldn’t a well-groomed woman be liked not just for her navel, but anywhere? No matter the preference, there are more than 40 categories on adult websites alone.

As she slowly lifts her clothes, her bra catches on her fingers. She undoes the button and reveals her white breasts.

“Ah…”

Her uncovered breasts come into view. A shade of pink slightly lighter than her hair color. Nipples glistening in the light that filters through the window.

Perhaps her nudity, which she’s never shown to anyone. Azalea’s lips tremble. Her face is as red as a strawberry, and her eyes are closed as if she can’t endure the shame.

“Embrace… embrace me. I’m embarrassed.”

I carelessly tossed my bra beside the bed and embraced my body. Since we had both removed our tops, our skin intimately pressed together.

As our lips met, this time I slipped my own tongue in.

“How does it feel?”
“I’m not sure… It’s a bit ticklish…”
“Where?”

Azalea remained silent in response to my question. When I tenderly caressed the area around her waist, her body quivered.

Yet, she might have found it too crass to say the word “pussy.” Hiding her embarrassment, Azalea moved closer and whispered into my ear.

After a moment, she shyly murmured, “My… my clit.”

Normally, a comment like that would break the mood. But had I grown accustomed to this world? My lower body reacted steadily.

As I moved my hand to lower her skirt, Azalea stopped me.

“Can we… Can we wait a bit before doing that?”
I couldn’t help but smirk.

When I kissed her, she playfully beamed with happiness.

“Mmm…”

A breast, lightly gripped with one hand.
The perfect size to fit snugly within a single grasp.

As I began to gently tease the nipple, now erect from exposure to the air, moans started to escape Azalea’s lips as our kisses continued.

“Ah… hah… hmm.”

Her waist swayed from side to side.
She tilted her chest and tried to move sideways, as if attempting to remove my hand from her breast.

When a woman first experiences pleasure, she struggles to endure the unfamiliar sensation and seeks to escape it. For a long thirty minutes, I caressed her breast and tormented its center. With a firm grip, I pressed my fingernail right into the core of her nipple.

“Hehe…”

Her reaction was clear.
Azalea, having swallowed my saliva, had a dazed expression, her face now devoid of any traces of embarrassment.

Both her arms lay powerless on the blanket, unable to exert any force.

“Ha… aah… aah…”

Her nipples stood erect, firmly aroused.

Upon bending my fingers and delivering a gentle flick, her waist jolted upwards.

“Kyaugh! Ah… ah!”

Her reaction was particularly satisfying.

Though one might expect her to wince from the combination of pleasure and mild pain, her eyes widened, mouth agape, and legs shuddering.

‘Right, now that I think of it…’

Could the sexual fantasy be tied to masochism? It still seems a bit early to delve into that.

The first experience being SM? Ridiculous. I reached for the skirt that Azalea had initially rejected.

With no resistance, the fabric slid down. Panties dampened with gray solid lines. As I ran my finger from bottom to top, a short gasp escaped her lips.

“…Ah. W-wait a moment.”

Placing my hands on her hips, I lowered her underwear.

Azalea, caught off guard, reached out too late to stop me. As her buttocks rose, the last piece of cloth was removed from her body.

Petals dripping with transparent honey.

“Ugh… I truly don’t know.”

Overwhelmed by unbearable humiliation, Azalea ultimately covered her face with her hands.