Chapter 3 – The Pine Tree and the Orchid (Part 7)

Hee-tae tilted his head and raised his eyebrows at Soo-yeon’s words. He picked up a new brush from the art supplies she had brought and lifted her T-shirt. Since she was only wearing underwear and a T-shirt, her underwear was exposed. He raised the brush and began to stroke it over her underwear, moving it up her thigh and between her legs. Soo-yeon grabbed his arm, which was teasing her with her own art supplies, and moaned.

“Not with the brush… Ugh.”

“It’s like I’m drawing exactly the shape of your p*ssy.”

Hee-tae said as he ran the brush over her underwear repeatedly. He moved the brush as if searching for her cl*toris, which was releasing a stream of juices from beneath the split folds. Every time the brush swept over the dampened area, her underwear clung to her, revealing its outline, making the sight even more arousing. The brush glided over the folds of her v*lva, sticking even to the hole that drove him crazy. Feeling her underwear clinging to her with each stroke of the brush, Soo-yeon pulled at his arm.

“Seriously, enough, ah, ugh…”

Even though her face was burning from the lewd act, her body’s sensations were sharp. She could feel her lower body twitching every time the soft brush roamed over her underwear. She hadn’t brought the art supplies for this, and for a moment, she had thought differently of him while he stayed quiet as he drew. This man was nothing but a beast who wanted to devour and tease her in any way possible.

“Hmm, ah…”

Hee-tae, fixated on the darkened spot around the w*t hole, lifted the brush tip. As soon as he lifted Soo-yeon’s top with his hand, her large br*asts were exposed. He then circled the brush around her hardened n*pple, grazing it teasingly.

“Ah, ugh, hng…”

“Your p*ssy gets w*t just from rubbing, but your br*asts don’t. Maybe because no milk comes out.”

Hee-tae made a vulgar comment toward Soo-yeon, who was trembling from the stimulation. Soo-yeon, blushing, scolded him for saying something so absurd, but Hee-tae knew where to w*t the brush. Instead of dipping it into the paint palettes she had brought, he lowered the brush under her underwear and said.

“Let me borrow some water.”

“What are you doing, ah, ha… Ah!”

Soo-yeon moaned as the brush entered her underwear and slid down the folds. Every time he moved the brush to evenly coat it with her juices, her body trembled from the ticklish sensation. Her body, now oblivious to pride and completely consumed by sensation, kept releasing juices that soaked the brush. The brush, now w*t with her juices, drew a long line as it moved up to her chest. After drawing a circle around her br*ast as a test, he let out a low exclamation.

“Wow, your p*ssy gets so w*t that there’s more than enough to paint your t*ts.”

“Ha, you’re crazy, really crazy, ah…”

“Even your n*pples look tastier covered in p*ssy juice.”

Hee-tae dipped the brush into her panties one more time and painted her n*pples. The sight of her erect n*pples turning dark and glistening with juices excited him. Supporting the heavy bottom of her br*ast, he sucked on her n*pple with a slurping sound, looking at Soo-yeon, who was trembling and glaring at him. He was using the brush she used for her elegant drawings to lewdly paint her body.

“You’re like a beast, so savage, ugh…”

Beast, barbarian, lecher, trash—Hee-tae expected all sorts of curses from her as he pulled her ankle, making her lie down. In an instant, he reached under her and pulled down her w*t underwear. Because Hee-tae had filled and pounded her with his c*ck until she fell asleep, her hole was still red and swollen. Hee-tae gathered her legs and thrust his erect c*ck between her soft thighs. Every time the gl*ns pierced through her thighs, his swollen balls slapped against her w*t v*lva.

“Ha, this is what you wanted, like a beast, ha…”

“Ugh, ah, ah…”

Every time her skin chafed from the fierce heat, Soo-yeon’s legs clamped together. The c*ck penetrating her thighs was rougher than when it was inside her. Even as the mattress creaked and groaned, he didn’t take his eyes off her. His eyes, which were hard to meet when he was inside her because she was crying, were now clear. It felt like he was scrutinizing her every hidden depth with a stare that seemed as if he would devour her whole.

For instance, the fact that since she started fooling around with Hee-tae, she hadn’t thought about her past relationships at all. Or the fact that she had grown accustomed to the time entangled with him, not knowing if it was affection or just physical attachment.

“Ha, f*ck…”

As Hee-tae cursed and tightened his abs, his muscles trembled visibly. At the same time, his s*men shot onto her lower abdomen, reaching her chest. He continued to shoot several more times as if painting over her body, squeezing out the remaining s*men with his hand. He then let it pool in her navel. Bringing back the brush that had been soaked with her juices, he dipped it in his s*men. He then drew a long orchid leaf on her skin.

“Ugh…”

Soo-yeon felt a tickling sensation spread as a soft brush drew a curve from her chest to just above her navel. The orchid, rooted in the s*men pooled on her lower abdomen, slowly climbed up to her chest. The brush tip, which had been teasing her n*pple, descended back to her lower abdomen, extending the stem. Hee-tae created multiple orchid stems and soon let them bloom petals on her n*pple. Although the orchid was slightly bent along the curves of her body, Hee-tae seemed pleased with his work as he brushed it with his fingertips and said, “This painting is killer.”

Hee-tae admired Soo-yeon, who lay breathing heavily, and appreciated the messy picture completed by the s*men stretching over her body. Embracing her, he exhaled a satisfied sigh, as if stamping his creation onto her body.

Soo-yeon felt awkward in this peaceful embrace. It seemed simpler and clearer if he had just intertwined their skins and clashed their lips. The always-assertive Hee-tae showed no intention of moving for once.

“If I finish it, you’ll think I’m too easy.” 

Hee-tae said, as if reading her mind. He licked her stiffened form, which was tense and uncomfortable under his relentless gaze.

Soo-yeon finally sucked in her upper lip and felt a tingling sensation to her fingertips as a soft lick passed over her tongue. It was a gentle movement that didn’t match the voracious and messy kisses they had shared before. When their lips parted, there was even a cute little noise, a “chup”. Hee-tae smiled with his eyes when they met hers at the end of the kiss and said,

“If we just end with kissing like this, your dreams will be quite disturbed.”

“…….”

“You’re going to be so annoyed and bothered. You’ll be the one to contact me first just to see my face, Chae Soo-yeon.”

It was almost like a curse. Soo-yeon tossed and turned all night in his arms, the same arms that held her tight. She was the one who had drawn the picture on Hee-tae’s body, yet she was the one troubled and consumed by his words.

Soo-yeon felt trapped, like an animal tied to a stake, by the words he had whispered that day. She finally threw down her brush in frustration, panting. The ink stains splattered on the floor felt like Hee-tae, smeared across her life and impossible to erase.

“…….”

Soo-yeon silently stared at the bonsai pine in her studio. She had debated countless times whether to send it back or throw it out but never did. Not only couldn’t she throw it out, but she even looked up how to care for it, unwilling to let it wither in her studio. Now it seemed just like Hee-tae, who had intruded and occupied her space. After much deliberation, Soo-yeon picked up her phone. There was no reason she couldn’t go and disrupt his life.