Chapter 2 – One Night (Part 3)

Looking down at Robin, who was teasing her chest with his tongue, Olivie twisted her waist and raised her knees. Then, she slid her hand down between his legs. What was already clearly prominent from before was now fully er*ect.

In fact, it hadn’t cooled down even once since entering this room.

Looking down at him, showing no signs of moving forward, Olivie raised his member with her knee. The firm pressure of her rounded knee against his hardness and the blatant rubbing up and down made Robin, who had been looking down, chuckle as he looked at her knee between his legs.

“The main event already?”

“The main event already.”

After all, the reason they entered this room wasn’t to seduce each other, was it? However, despite that, Robin’s gaze did not soften, as if something was bothering him. Olivie, who couldn’t read the intention behind his gaze at all, tilted her head slightly.

“It will hurt.”

He stroked his er*ect member with his hand.

As she had roughly estimated, the large size seemed a bit much even for Robin’s one hand. Olivie swallowed hard.

“If you’re not wet enough, you might tear when it goes in…”

But even as he continued his nagging words at this moment, Olivie, spreading her legs, interrupted him by sliding her hand down her own wetness. With a squelching sound, her fingers were drenched in fluids, and Olivie gave a short nod towards her fingertips. She tilted her head.

“I think I’m wet enough.”

“…”

Meeting Olivie’s gaze as she rubbed her fingertips with her thumb, his eyes wavered for a very brief moment.

But only for a very brief moment.

“Right, I don’t have the luxury to think of anyone else right now.”

“…!”

He put Olivie’s fingers in his mouth, cleaning off the sticky residue completely, and then dove into her secret place. As if he were parting through a dense thicket, his fingers found their way into that narrow, hidden gap, and as he spread his fingers, liquid gushed out. Rubbing that same squelching sensation he found on her fingers, he began to scratch the small nub at the front with his fingertips.

As he moved his hand like that, Olivie felt her scalp tingle so intensely that she regretted provoking him. The sensation was so sharp that goosebumps spread across her skin, making her twist her body as she pressed her toes into the ground. However, she couldn’t escape his grip. She shook her head as his fingertips seemed to pull her very soul from her body.

“Wa, wait, hah.”

But there was no mercy in his fingertips. The rubbing, turning, and scratching of that small nub became more intense, and she could no longer speak.

It felt like she was going crazy.

She couldn’t think of anything, only the sharp stimulation he was giving her enveloped her entire body.

She did nothing, but her breathing quickened.

“Hah.”

It felt like her whole body was twisting.

Moans escaped her as if they weren’t her own. Olivie found it fascinating. She hadn’t known she could make such sounds.

The men she had met so far hadn’t been bad, but not many could make her feel like this with just a finger. This was on a different level from the times she had matched their pace, merely pretending.

It felt so good.

So good, she thought she might go mad.

At that moment, she began to understand vaguely what he meant by regret.

“Hahng, hah.”

His fingertips spread through her entrance and plunged deeply inside.

As if to leave no room for other thoughts, his fingers plunged inside her, increasing from two to three, spreading her entrance thoroughly. Only then did he seem satisfied and withdrew his fingers. With a squelching sound, his fingers came out, glistening with her traces in an obscenely abundant manner.

Robin Tanner, who usually detested getting anything on his hands, not even beer foam, seemed unfazed by it this time. 

Without bothering to wipe his hands, he untied the string and pulled out his er*ect member that had been confined in his trousers. Olivie bit her lip at the sight of his large er*ction revealed above his trousers.

‘That.’

It was even thicker than she had vaguely estimated. It was so fierce that it hardly seemed to belong to such an elegant and beautiful man. As Olivie swallowed dryly, her lips parted slightly.

She licked her parted lips with her tongue, her gaze fixed firmly on his.

‘Can I even fit it in my mouth?’

“Your eyes look greedy.”

At his low, teasing words, Olivie narrowed her eyes at him. Sure, her eyes might have looked overly greedy, but he, who had just been kneeling between her legs and spreading her apart, had no right to say that.

‘Who is the truly greedy one here?’

Olivie pouted. 

Determined to prove her greed, she reached out and grasped his fully er*ect member with one hand. She looked up at him, her brown eyes seeking permission, and Robin tilted his head slightly. Knowing that was his sign of consent, Olivie rose from between his legs and leaned forward in front of him.

“Ugh.”

She licked the tip with her tongue.

As if savoring the first taste of a sweet ice cream, she licked with the tip of her tongue and then pressed it downward. Olivie wrapped her lips into a circle and took the tip into her mouth. Then, using her hand to lower his trousers, she gradually licked and pushed him into her mouth.

But his member was too long and thick, and she barely managed to take even a quarter of it before pulling back with a pop. Seeing Olivie’s reaction, Robin chuckled, making her pout and glance at him.

“You’re a weapon.”

“So what?”

Robin’s slight laugh responded to Olivie’s curt tone.

“Are you going to run away?”

The second time.

Instinctively, she felt this was her last chance.

If she didn’t run now, she sensed that the regret he mentioned and her own fears would become reality, filling her mind.

“No.”

At this moment, desire overpowered reason. Whether it was due to the influence of alcohol or the pleasure he was giving her, it didn’t matter.

“I’m not running away.”

The lust in her gaze was clear as she shook her head. Robin was looking at Olivie with the same eyes.

“I wasn’t going to let you go even if you tried.”

“This scam… mmph.”

She tried to push him away by calling him a swindler, but Robin grabbed her hands and didn’t give her a chance. He devoured her lips, teasing her mouth with his tongue while his hand spread her thighs. Pulling her back between his legs, he rubbed his hard, er*ect member against her wet, messy entrance. As if trying to soak it in her juices, he didn’t thrust in all at once but merely prodded her entrance with the tip until finally,

“Ahh!”

He entered her, spreading her apart.

Contrary to his words about not being in a situation to care about others, his careful movements of advancing and retreating inside her left Olivie breathless. Even now, being stretched like this, if he hadn’t soaked and spread her open as he said, she would have torn immediately.

“Ah.”

Grabbing the bed sheets as if a painful groan would escape, reminiscent of accepting a man’s member for the first time, Robin enveloped her head in his arms. 

Despite that gentle embrace, he also seemed to be barely holding back in the current situation. The man’s desire to spread her wide open and thrust deeply all at once. His breathing, struggling to endure with the utmost patience, reached her ears directly.

“Ha.”

Perhaps it was because of that breathing. 

It didn’t take long for the throbbing pain felt from the slow back-and-forth movement to transform into a shiver-filled pleasure. Not only where they were connected but her whole body tingled. 

The force pushing deeply inside, almost pounding, made her body bounce and shake. Her br*asts jiggled with each of his thrusts, and her waist twisted. 

She was already at her limit. 

The weighty thrusts filled and colored her tightly, and the contracting hole gripped him firmly. The obscene sounds of their bodies echoed in the quiet room, mingling with their faint moans.

Olivie usually enjoyed changing positions throughout the night, but not now. Every ounce of her strength was focused on handling him with her entire body, tensing her toes. His thrusts filled her lower belly completely and overwhelmed her. With each thrust, the moans filled the room, and his ragged breaths filled the spaces in between.

“Ha-hut.”

Her toes curled again at his thrusts that filled and pounded into her.

Even as she twisted her body, gripping the bed sheets as if to tear them to hold onto her wavering mind, there was no way to shake off the tingling sensation he gave.

All she could do was whimper in his embrace.

“See.”

“Hah.”

“You should have run away.”

He slightly pulled back, only to thrust in strongly again, as if adjusting the intensity.

“Ha-hut.”

“If I go crazy, you won’t be able to handle it.”

“Hah!”

With each of his movements, her body shook violently.

“O, Oppa.”

“Robin.”

Barely managing to open her eyes as she tried to hold onto her fading consciousness, she saw Robin, just as disheveled, letting out a short gasp.

“Damn.”

Robin tilted his head back with a low curse.

“You drive me crazy every time.”

Breathing heavily, he brushed his hair back and looked at Olivie.

What was he saying now? When did I ever drive him crazy? 

Without a moment to think, she bit her lower lip as he thrust deeply inside her. The rapid thrusting of his hips, which made her entire body convulse, seemed to turn her mind white.

“Oh, Oppa. Oh… hahng.”

Breathing heavily, calling out to him in a rush, she wrapped her arms around his neck.

His thing, sticking to her like it was glued, scraped against her inner walls as he thrust rapidly, and at the moment he let out a deep breath and pushed his hips in deeply.

“Hng.”

The wave that had been stirring her up finally receded, and a huge pressure pressed down on her.

“Hahng.”

“Ugh.”

She too reached org*sm, her vaginal walls fluttering. Her inner walls, swollen and overly sensitive, tightened around his thing as if not wanting to let it go.

“Hng.”

It felt as if she had reached a climax for the first time. She trembled at the shivers spreading throughout her body. Robin, who had collapsed into her arms as if breaking down, seemed to feel the same.  

A moderate pressure pressed against her chest.  

She was out of breath.