Chapter 428 – Shaving the Beard, Picking Up a Middle School Girl (6)

Hong-Yeon, who was dozing off, leaned her head on my shoulder.

“Where are you… touching?”

Her face showed drunken oblivion, not comprehending even as I groped her breasts. A deep blush spread across Hong-Yeon’s face, and sweat dripped from her temples as if fever had set in.

Moisture gathered at the corners of her eyes. As I firmly grasped her breasts, Hong-Yeon’s body responded steadily.

“Uh…”

The sensation was soft and yielding, akin to a water balloon. The addictive feeling enveloped my hand.

If I held and shook them gently, the natural elasticity of her breasts would wobble. If I squeezed with more force, a moan would escape her lips.

“Do-won… a little gentler…”

“Like this?”

“Ugh. It’s… stronger now…”

As I squeezed her breasts like wringing moisture from tofu, Hong-Yeon’s body quivered.

“Uh… Ah…”

Hehehe.

Her face flushed, and merely touching her breasts seemed to make her feel as if she would topple over the back of the chair without my support.

I continuously caressed her chest as I embraced Hong-Yeon by my side.

“…Huh?…Ah.”

With her arms folded, Hong-Yeon leaned against me, gazing at the cocktail bar with a puzzled expression.

“Your body responds so well.”

I gently rubbed her nipples, which were prominently protruding through her clothes. Hong-Yeon’s breathing grew heavier.

“Ah…hah…uh…”

Head tilted, Hong-Yeon was immersed in pleasure, her body trembling. I could feel her lower abdomen quivering in time with her breaths.

– Soft, soft.

My hands moved at their own volition.

While holding Hong-Yeon close, I slipped my hands between her armpits. Her full breasts filled both my hands. I tried spreading them to the sides and then gathering them together.

As I twisted her nipples simultaneously.

“Ugh…Ah.”

Her body shuddered intermittently, the heat intensifying, and the aroma emanating from the nape of her neck and other damp areas grew richer.
Like a maple tree.
With the faint scent of syrup, I buried my nose in her nape and continued my tender caresses.

– Malkan, Molkan.

“…Ah, ah.”

– Gulp. Gulp.

“Uh, ugh….”

– Squeeze!

“Gasp!!”

Flinch, shudder!
Perhaps it was the result of the lengthy caress.
Hong-Yeon’s body quivered, and her buttocks descended upon my erection.

Her soaked body was in an indescribably lewd state.
Hong-Yeon, her eyes hazy from the alcohol, slowly turned her head away.

“Pant, pant…”

She glared at me with lustful eyes.

“…Don’t, don’t touch so much…”

Ironically, she was only making sounds that would arouse men even more.
I pressed my head forward and kissed her.

“Gasp!”

There was some resistance.
Hong-Yeon tried to resist by tightly sealing her lips.

As I gently caressed her chest, her tongue tentatively emerged.
Their noses intertwined, sharing the heady scent of a woman, as breath and saliva mixed.

“Huh… Eup, ugh! Uh…”

The area below was already sticky.
The steam rising in the dim light was much more visible.

Having shared a long kiss, we left the bottle and stood up.

“Uh… Alright.”

Supporting Hong-Yeon, who couldn’t control her heated body, I led her to her room.
Continuing to fondle her chest, Hong-Yeon seemed tickled, her lips still lingering with the afterglow of the kiss, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth.

– Swish.

As soon as I slid the door open, I laid Hong-Yeon down on the bed.
Between her thighs, which had naturally spread apart.
Lifting the fabric slightly above her thigh, her damp, sweet-scented underwear came into view.

‘Maple fabric.’

Could it be maple syrup?
The fragrance wafting from her underwear was reminiscent of the scent experienced when indulging in waffles.

Of the same family as Azalea.

“Sigh… sigh.”

Hong Yeon, breathing heavily, blinked her hazy eyes as she saw me touching her underwear.

“Wait…”

She murmured.

“Help me…”
“Yes.”
“I won’t… do anything naughty. That’s reserved for married couples…”

Hong Yeon, seemingly more conservative than expected, tried to back away while closing her thighs. I slipped my knee between her thighs and pressed down on her perineum.

“Ah… oh.”

As the viscous fluid began to trickle down, Hong Yeon’s clenched mouth twitched, and she quivered down below.

I embraced her.

I held her from above, gently wrapping my arms around Hong Yeon as she tried to escape. Drunk and without the energy to speak, she couldn’t even muster her strength.

Eventually, she couldn’t resist the advancing touch.

I gazed at the white cotton underwear that would typically be worn by a chaste woman.

Could she sense my stare?

– She flinched.

It aligned with the opening of Hong Yeon’s vagina, already damp.

– Tingle.

It spread out in a straight line.

– Swell.

Gradually soaking her entire panties.
As the fabric was moved aside, her tightly closed labia came into view.

Remarkably moist.

– Twitch!

The hole seemed to wriggle before my eyes.
Upon lightly touching it with my finger, it appeared ready to accept me at any moment.

As I pulled away my hand, the viscous maple syrup stretched out.
Bringing it to my lips, the sweetness was nearly dizzying.

I loosened my waistband and pulled out my erect cock.

“…Ah.”

Hong Yeon gazed at me with wide eyes.
As her bra was loosened, her nipples, which had been tormented until now, reddened and swelled.

Taking them into my mouth and sucking, her hips swayed from side to side.

“Ah, oh… Aah. I can’t.”

Despite her protests and moving her hips back, it only presented an even more enticing view for penetration.

I slowly pushed the accurately fitted cock inside.

“I can’t… Ahh! I can’t.”

The tightly closed vagina pushed me away, rejecting me. Hong-Yeon refuses, but perhaps her mind tells a different story.

The entrance tightened to prevent me from going in, yet more and more arousal fluids gushed out, dripping down.

“Clean it…! Can I clean it and hug you…?”

It’s not possible.

-Whoosh!

With all my might, I pushed the cock in, filling Hong-Yeon’s insides despite her resistance.

“Ah… I said it wouldn’t work…”
“It’s too late.”
“Ahh, no! No!”

-Slap! Slap!

Hong-Yeon clung to me, moaning and protesting all the while. Her vagina, which had been pushing me away, now eagerly pulled me in.

“Do-won…! You’re such a… Ah!”

Even though she was intoxicated, Hong-Yeon’s face flushed red as she criticized me.

As I thrust into her with her waist bent enough to reveal her buttocks, Hong-Yeon screamed out.

The pain was diluted by the alcohol, and only pleasure intensified.

“…Ah! Ahh… Ah!”

It was clear that she enjoyed it.

“…I don’t know… Ah! It hurts… and… and… my head is filled.”

“Your head?”

“…With Do-won, yes. It’s filled…”

As the pistoning intensified, faint traces of blood appeared from below. Hong-Yeon, panting heavily, clung onto me. Her vision spinning, she forced herself to look at me and asked:

“Did you… do this with… other people too?”

I didn’t respond but pushed my cock as deep inside her as possible. As I rubbed against the entrance of her womb, Hong-Yeon’s face contorted in a mix of pain and pleasure.

“Ugh… Oh… Ah.”

Her slick pussy was soft as her hips rocked back and forth.

-Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!

The once-unexplored hole had now tightened to accommodate my size.

I reaped the love that had been inexperienced up until now.

“Ah! Ahh… Ah!”

Now, she was mine.

Hong Yeon, nestled in my arms, embraced me in response.

“I’ve leaned on you… Dowon… Ugh.”
“Don’t like it?”
“……”

Hong Yeon, held tightly, cried out while weeping.

“It’s good… It’s really good…”

A white mark remained on the maple leaf, a trace of her first experience.

“Ah!”

– Pfft, fwit!

Drenched in sweat and writhing, Hong Yeon sobbed as she felt the semen filling her up.

“Uh… Haa… Heave.”
“What’s wrong?”

In response to my question, she hugged my neck.

“It feels like our love, spanning what seemed like a million years… has finally come true.”

If that’s how she feels,
then it must be a good thing.

As I moved back to withdraw, I noticed the bloodstains on the bedsheet.

The maple leaf imprinted on the pristine white sheet,
covered in a milky residue, leaving its mark.

Rather than pulling out, I moved again within her.

“Ungh…”

Hong Yeon, half-fainted and immersed in the afterglow, lay stretched out before me. I held her close and lifted her into my embrace. Her head snapped back just as she was about to fall.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

“Ugh… Ugh… Ugh….”

Two rounds in, Hong Yeon’s chest fluttered as I shook her waist.

Sucking on her breasts while moving my hips, Hong Yeon’s outstretched body reached for me, as if searching for my shoulder.

Gulp.

I bit down hard on her nipple, leaving a mark.

“Ugh…”

Her body trembled as my tongue licked the spot where the red teeth marks remained. I wrapped both hands around her waist, ensuring she could not escape.

Allowing her to sway solely in my embrace.

“Ugh… Agh! Agh….”

The kiss mark on her neck remained unblemished.

One hand gripped her round buttocks, while the other teased her anus. My mouth savored her breasts, and my penis plundered her vagina, relishing her seductive body.

The syrup dripped and enveloped the entire cock, turning sticky like a thread.
Warm.

Intoxicating.
And soft.

“Heh, ah…yes! I am yours… Don’t rush…”

How long has it been since a loving relationship was experienced?
The body has grown unaccustomed to such intimacy.

I buried my face in her chest and continued teasing her more.
Habitually.
And, as always.

“Ah! Aaaaaaaaaa…!!”

* * * * * * * *

Waking up early in the morning, my body felt sore.

Not hungover, but my ears were ringing and felt as if they were closed.
My body wouldn’t move well.

It was as if being bound to something.

“Ah.”

When I opened my bleary eyes, a large mass of flesh loomed before me.
One of my ears was obstructed by Hong-Yeon’s breast.

“Are you awake?”

Hong-Yeon grinned sheepishly and scratched her cheek.

Her demeanor had brightened considerably since our first encounter.

Gu-seul would often remark that, compared to the past, Hong-Yeon now smiled more frequently and, instead of her previous reticence, she was much more prone to playfulness and teasing. Sticking out my tongue, I licked her breast, causing Hong-Yeon to twitch in surprise.

“…Oh.”

The embrace of a woman is comforting.

It’s the perfect remedy for an exhausted body and mind. This notion can often be found in literature: intellectuals wandering through red-light districts, seeking solace from their loneliness in the arms of a woman.

As I nestled into her embrace, Hong-Yeon gently stroked my head.

“Do-won, you’re such a child.”
“Me, baby.”
“…Tsk, are you a baby? We’re about the same age.”

Age, indeed.

From Hong-Yeon’s perspective, she might see it that way.

I have lived since the days of Do-won, and to Hong-Yeon, I must be a man who has aged alongside her.

But in fact, she is older than me.

‘Perhaps it’s not something one should say to a woman…’

What does it matter?

All that’s needed is for her to appear pretty and sexy. Even the trees I’ve terrorized and been terrorized by are formidable beings that have easily surpassed hundreds of years. In contrast, Hong-Yeon’s skin, reminiscent of a mature lady, makes a newly enrolled college student seem inferior.

It’s actually good.

Hong-Yeon spoke, feeling the scent of maple syrup flowing in her embrace.

“…Haven’t we shared our passions?”
“Yes.”

Hong-Yeon giggled, noticeably shy. Due to the bangs swept back, her forehead, perfect for a gentle tap, was visible.

“So, we’ve become a little closer.”

-Slap!

She raised her hand and struck.

“Ouch!”

Hong-Yeon released me from her arms and clutched her forehead.

“Why, why are you hitting me…? Why…!”

He cries out, seemingly aggrieved. I sit up and tug on Hong-Yeon’s cheek.

-Stretch.

“Yeon-ah.”

“…Yeon?”

I call her name without the first syllable, leaving Hong-Yeon bewildered for a while. Eventually, she seems to understand the meaning, and her face flushes like a hot, freshly cooked sweet potato.

She quickly bows her head, her hair falling down and covering her eyes. The corners of her mouth quiver with a wriggling smile.

And then, she swallows once.

“Ahem.”

She clears her throat and lifts her head again, her face resuming the serious expression she used to wear when she was with Do-won.

“Whew, it’s time to work.”

Though her smile still brims with happiness, she makes an effort to appear calm.

I’d like to rest a bit longer, but it’s time to work. Hong-Yeon, who got up first, suddenly clutches her waist and glances at me.

“…My crotch hurts.”

I chuckle in response.

“Don’t laugh… Just how much have you done… Do-won is a color, every color. Casanova!”

I acquired an odd title.