Chapter 193 – Cohabitation (3)

“To our waning youth, cheers.”
“What are you saying?”

Se-Young scoffs at Byul’s extravagant remark. Today, they are determined to drink, making it impossible to drink water or take breaks in between. Once they start drinking, they continue until exhaustion. That was the principle of their drinking sessions.

– Clink!

As their glasses collide, the overflowing foam falls onto the grill.

– Sssssss.

The foam touches the fire and boils, coming into contact with the surrounding pork belly. The pork belly absorbs the alcohol, and when it is well-grilled and placed in their mouths, it has a slightly tangy, chewy taste.

Gulp, gulp.

Their glasses empty in an instant, and both Byul and Se-Young let out a loud breath simultaneously.

“Phew!”

The fatigue that weighed on their shoulders seems to dissipate, mixing with the alcohol. Byul cheerfully wraps the meat in a seasoned leaf and puts it in her mouth, moving her jaws vigorously.

“…Wow. It’s been so long.”
“Indeed.”
“If only they were here, it would be a perfect academy party.”
“Ah, that person?”

Lee Se-Young extended her tongue with a shuddering voice.

That person.

Lee Se-Young and Byul were schoolmates, and they somehow became best friends, but they didn’t always hang out together.

“True… If they hadn’t fallen behind, they might be the vice president by now.”
“Se-Young… Then what am I?”
“Their doormat.”
“Ugh.”

The academy’s cadets have a surprisingly high mortality rate. This is due to the intense training and the fact that the cadets are overly eager to excel, which often leads to accidents.

In addition, there are occasional incidents. The most recent one being the pseudo-attack on El Academy. Though it’s been hushed up now, there were quite a few casualties at the time.

Because of this, parents sometimes try to stop their children from becoming hunters.

-Gulp.

Byul took another sip of her drink, and Se-Young followed suit.

“So… who is it? Azalea? Is she dating Si-heon?”
“Probably. I had a war of nerves with him.”
“…Se-Young, you’re something else.”

By now, they might be filming a fun story of their passionate encounter.
As Byul tilted her glass, the features of a person named Azalea came to mind.

…Her breasts can’t be bigger than mine, right?
Although not as big as Se-Young or White Peach, Byul’s were quite sizable.
Perhaps she’s an active and game-loving person.
That won’t do.
At the top of Lee Si-heon’s friend list, there should be the name ‘Byul.’

-Gulp.

“What kind of girl is she?”
“You know her, Jin Yeo-hee. The daughter from that incident.”
“Oh, I know that. I’m asking about her appearance.”
“Her appearance…”

Se-Young tilted her head and habitually raised her pinky finger while holding the beer glass.

As if recalling the young cadet, her pursed lips gave the impression of beholding a life’s work passionately drawn by a professional illustrator. Her hair, a dark shade of green, was mostly black. As she was often preoccupied with work, she didn’t fuss over her hair, which was braided and drawn back, accentuating her slender neckline all the more.

It was a sight that could stir envy in the stars.

Eventually, Lee Se-Young spoke up.

“Beautiful.”

Her skin was fair, and the pink hair, which others might struggle to pull off, suited her perfectly.

“…Beautiful?”
“Yes. But it seems you haven’t had sex yet. I can’t be sure though.”

Azalea… with pink hair.

So she hadn’t had a sexual encounter with ‘that hair’ yet?

“…I know something well.”

Star raised her index finger and soon relayed a conclusion derived from the countless pieces of data she had observed thus far.

“A man who has once been smitten by a woman with pink hair never returns.”
“…What are you talking about?”
“It’s a legend.”

A tale replete with hyperbole.

Yet, why do I feel uneasy?
The star sensed a growing chill.

* * * * * * *

“Hah… Hah.”

Moans permeate the room.

Only sweat, honey, and bodily fluids seep into the bedsheets.
A crude, animalistic stance while pounding with one’s back turned.

Azalea, her back to me, trembled with her white buttocks, and moved her outstretched arms as if to resist.

“Ah…! Hah. Kyaaaah!”

– Snap!

He bound her arms just above her hips, then raised his hand to spank her bottom.
Bright red finger marks blazed across her white buttocks.

– Smack! Smack!

A deluge already below. The sensation of love juices, mixed with Azalea’s honey, enveloping in clumps can be felt.

A droplet of honey trailed over the glans.
The sight was reminiscent of a scene from a lotion advertisement.
Such a viscous fluid clinging to that area would naturally cause itchiness. Scratching the taut spot appeased Azalea’s discomfort.

“…Inside. Ahh. Yes! It’s being scratched. You…”

With a bounce of her hips, the weight pressed down on her pelvis.

“Huh.”

Taking a rough breath, the entrancing scent of Azalea filled my head.

A distinct woody aroma.
Entirely unlike the forced pleasure-inducing scent of the tuberose I had encountered before.
A testament to her happiness.
The more I inhaled, the foggier my reason became.

– Snap!

I yearned to leave my mark within her.
Such wicked thoughts consumed me…

As I struck her buttocks, the flesh quivered dramatically.
Handprints lingered like the aftermath of crashing waves, and the harder I hit, the louder Azalea moaned.

Thankfully, the house was well soundproofed.

A couple’s bedroom.

I pulled Azalea’s arm, guiding her to step closer.

Her back, held by my grip on her arm, straightened and pressed against my chest. I wrapped my arm around her neck.

“Ggh… Hah. Gasp.”

– Squeeze.

As I tightened my hold on her neck, her inner walls clamped down even more intensely. Unlike other times, when I thrust deeply into her, it seemed as though her womb was pleading for my seed, sinking downward.

I spread honey generously, driving into her with all my might and grinding my hips up and down while inside her. Azalea’s body quivered, and I could feel the entrance of her womb.

Smooth and hot, with slight fissures, it was the deepest part of Azalea.

I wondered, “What would happen if I put it in?” But then, I decided to stop, as I didn’t want to cause any harm to her body.

“…You. Hah… Slurp.”

Even as I choked her, cutting off her breath, Azalea opened her mouth to catch my saliva. Continuing to thrust into her, I released my seed.

– Gush!

“Ahh… Hah.”

He groaned and slumped forward. As he removed the condom, an unimaginable amount was trapped inside the rubber.

“Haa… Ahh…”

Azalea, lying on the bed, appeared as if her soul had been extracted. With hazy eyes, she stared at the ceiling. This was their fifth time, so it was understandable. There were marks all over her body, evidence of his passionate touch.

“Does it hurt?”

He gently caressed the areas marked by his handprints, and a trickle of love juice emerged from Azalea’s vagina.

-Tsk, tchup!

The gushing fluid welcomed his cock. There could only be one Azalea flower in the world, brimming with so much nectar.

“Yours… It’s so good. I didn’t know sex could feel this amazing.”

“If someone hears you, they’ll think you’ve been with someone else.”

“…I thought it was something crude.”

Her entire body was drenched in sweat, filling the air with the scent of flowers no matter where he placed his nose.

I disposed of the condom in the trash, lay down on the bed, and pulled up the covers. Azalea pressed her naked body against mine.

“I thought it wouldn’t feel good at all…”

She draped her thigh over my stomach and her hand dug into my left armpit, fully embracing me. The sensation was similar to holding a long pillow. Her breasts, pressed and softly molded together, resembled freshly made glutinous rice cakes.

As I gently caressed her nipples, which had become erect from our passionate encounter, Azalea let out a soft, playful moan.

“Uh… are you going to do more?”
“Do you want to?”
“Forever… I want to stay like this for the rest of my life.”

Although some of her craving for affection had been alleviated as we shifted our bodies together, Azalea rubbed her lips and cheeks against me, gripping my arm tightly.

“It smells… so good. It’s strange… everyone else’s scent is different.”
“It must be my body chemistry. Do I have pheromones? I’ve heard that’s a thing.”
“No. Do you think I couldn’t smell your sweat before?”

“……”

Azalea, who had buried her nose in the trapezius muscle and then pulled away, murmured with an embarrassed, reddened face.

“…I just grew fond of it. Your scent too.”
“Really?”
“Others probably feel the same way.”

Neither Lee Se-Young, Byul-yi, nor Hwangdo seemed to dislike my scent very much. Instead, they liked sticking close to me, perhaps even excessively so.

If they behaved this way on the subway, it wouldn’t be surprising to receive uncomfortable stares due to their blatant actions.

“Do I have a scent too?”

This time, Azalea spread her right arm and revealed her smooth, white armpit and chest, devoid of any hair.

…I don’t typically have this preference.
Yet, the delicate parts of her body are excessively alluring.

Armpits and collarbones. And a slender waist with just the right amount of flesh.
A light and captivating body that fits snugly in one arm as you run your hand down the spine while caressing her back.

Moreover, due to the earlier intimacy, not just a single drop, but multiple beads of sweat were pooling in her depths.
His entire body was drenched in sweat, shining as if soaked in water.

“It smells like flowers.”
“Flowers? I see. Do you like azaleas?”
“Yes, they taste delicious when fried.”
“…I’ll try my best.”

…Effort?

I scraped Azalea’s vagina with my finger, which was coated in sticky honey. Upon tasting it, I couldn’t help but smile at the sweetness filled with the floral scent.

“Please, don’t eat it again… That’s really embarrassing.”
“You’re very sweet.”
“Oh, really? Then I’ll eat some too.”
“What?”

Lifting her hand from my body, Azalea sat up, leaned over me, and reached for the wastebasket beside the bed. Azalea’s soft belly pressed against my shoulder, and her supple breasts were squished like steamed buns, jiggling above me. She rummaged through the trash and retrieved the earlier condom.

“Hey…”

As I hastily attempted to rise, Azalea smirked and squeezed the substance within as if gulping down yogurt.

“Hey, spit it out, remove it! Remove it!”
“Ugh, oops, tsk.”
“I told you it doesn’t taste good.”

I’m not sure about the taste, but from the reviews I’ve read on the internet, many say it’s akin to garbage. It’s often consumed simply due to the atmosphere or to please one’s lover during oral activities.

But this… she’s drinking it.

Grasping the tip of the condom, she squeezed it, causing the contents to ooze out. Azalea’s cheeks bulged slightly as she took a sip of the thick, white liquid.

– Gulp.

Her uvula moved. Azalea’s tongue emerged from beneath the rubber, licking the insides. As she pulled away, a glistening white thread stretched from the tip of her tongue like a spider’s web.

The sight appeared lascivious, and my lower region responded once more.

“Umm… hmm.”

– Gulp.

Did he only realize what he had done after consuming it all? As soon as Azalea saw me, her face turned a deep shade of red. She glanced around and couldn’t open her mouth for quite some time.

Then, she finally spoke.

“…It’s astringent.”

The thread of reason snapped.

“Eek! Wait a moment… Why are you suddenly like this? Ah, ugh! All at once like that… Ah, ah! Aaah♡”

I didn’t even lay her on the bed; instead, I threw her down as if tossing her on the floor, and Azalea let out a delighted cry.

The first day of living together.
The night was still deep.