Side Story 1 (Part 3)

Realizing this fact too late, Olivie gasped for breath and clutched the hem of his jacket. She had a habit of gripping something when she needed to stifle a moan. As Robin traced her damp underwear with his index finger.

“Ugh, ha.”

A small moan escaped Olivie’s lips at the familiar stimulation. A shallow moan that rumbled in her throat. Just hearing it made her entire body itch, and Robin, with his face buried in her neck, pulled aside the bottom of her wet underwear.

Then, as he inserted his finger between her swollen l*bia, Olivie straightened her tense back and pushed against his shoulder.

“O, Oppa.”

With a tender gaze, Robin, who was gently stroking her head, kissed her temple.

“You’re too wet to resist.”

As his finger slipped between her wet l*bia with a squelching sound, Olivie pressed her curled toes with force. The sensation, tingling and electrifying, seemed to spread from his fingertips throughout her entire body.

“Haah.”

“I won’t let you break.”

Of course, she couldn’t trust his short assurance.

“Uh, uuh. Hmm.”

By then, her mind had already gone blank, leaving no room for other thoughts.

Her body was at the mercy of his grasp. With his caress, parting the wet folds, scratching, pressing, and stimulating the small cl*toris, all Olivie could do was gasp for breath.

Moreover.

“Ugh.”

Clutching his clothes, barely suppressing her moans.

The dizzying thrill made her feel like she would explode, but right now, she had no room for thoughts other than following his movements.

“Hah.”

Olivie reacted to his touch, her body slightly lifting.

“Good girl.”

Feeling her compliance, Robin withdrew his hand and turned Olivie to face him, straddling one of her legs over him.

Seated deeply and closely face-to-face, Olivie wrapped her arms around his neck.

With things as they were, there was no turning back.

So, hoping that the arrangement she had managed to maintain wouldn’t fall apart, she looked up at him.

“Oppa.”

“I know.”

As if he knew what she was about to say, Robin nodded and lightly kissed her lips. The gentle kiss, licking her lower lip and breathing warm air between her slightly parted lips, lingered for a long time.

“Haah.”

With the continuing kiss, it was Olivie who became impatient. As she pressed her hips down slightly on the hardness felt between her spread legs beneath her skirt, his erect*on kept poking from below.

There’s a limit to holding herself up with her knees to avoid pressing down.

Caught in the overwhelming sensation that seemed to drive her insane, Olivie called out to him.

“Robin, Oppa.”

Her call, flowing out like a thin moan between their touching lips, made Robin slightly raise his eyes. Her hazy eyes were looking at him as if yearning strongly for something.

Robin took a short breath at those maddeningly seductive eyes.

He wanted to immediately undo the clothes tightly fastened around her waist, to hold and grasp her chest.

‘But I made a promise.’

The inability to do so made his breath quicken with impatience.

Robin bit his lower lip slightly.

“If we don’t go…….”

His voice sounded hoarse, as if his throat had dried up due to his breathing. Olivie looked up at him.

“It wouldn’t be okay, right?”

“…….”

He was always known to be rational, but standing before Olivie made him so impatient. Sometimes, he felt as if all his rationality had flown away. Being in the same space, there were countless times he felt like going mad wanting to hold her.

Olivie called him a devil, but Robin wondered if she wasn’t the one tormenting him without doing anything.

“…….”

Even now, the way she hesitated and looked at him was enough to make him restless.

‘She’ll never know, even if it kills her.’

Robin shook his head and lightly bit and released her lips.

“Lie down.”

At the whispering words exchanged between their lips, Olivie’s eyes trembled finely. As Robin tried to lift her by wrapping his hands around her waist in response to her gaze filled with anticipation, she stopped him by pressing down on his hand.

“Just, just do it like this.”

Olivie, staring intently at him, lowered her hand to undo the buckle of his pants.

With a click, the b*tton came undone, and as she zipped down with a zzzip, she wrapped her hand around his member.

“Ugh.”

Having held back so much, the end of his underwear was deeply stained with pr*c*m.

‘It must have been hard for him.’

Feeling a bit sorry, Olivie looked up.

But before their eyes could meet, his urgent fingers completely pushed aside her underwear and dug inside.

“Hnngh.”

Robin, rubbing the w*tness that had already soaked down to the cleft of her b*ttocks, bit his lower lip.

“…….”

The expression was so blatant that Olivie blushed slightly and turned her head. They had mixed bodies dozens of times, and she had experienced this situation countless times.

Yet somehow, facing him in this situation felt a bit embarrassing.

Feeling a tickle at the pit of her stomach and as if the tips of her ears might blush, Olivie bit her lip. Robin, noticing her reddened ear tips, pinched them between his index and middle fingers and laughed softly.

Annoyed by his teasing laughter, she turned her head away.

“Don’t laugh… hnngh.”

Before she could even get angry, he pushed aside her underwear as if tearing it, fully exposing her below, and swept down her skin, swollen with moisture. Without spreading it apart, he gently scratched around the area, and Olivie clutched his shoulder.

“Haah- ugh.”

As Olivie slightly lifted her hips, he spread the legs that were supporting her. Between his spreading legs, her lower part also lost strength and opened up.

“Don’t.”

Naturally, her ar*usal dripped down.

Olivie lifted her head to the involuntarily exposed area below.

But Robin, meeting her gaze, pushed his hand into the empty space, rubbing her below. With a squelching lewd sound, a faint pressure was felt from below.

“Hah, haah.”

Pressing the slightly swollen cl*toris and gently rubbing the v*ginal entrance with his fingertips, Olivie let out a thin moan.

“Ha.”

She felt like she was going to lose her mind from the breathless excitement.

Though it wasn’t the first time she had engaged in intimate acts with him in the carriage, today it seemed that the stimulation had reached her limit.

She couldn’t even breathe properly, and she wished he would quickly part her below and enter. She wanted to writhe in pl*asure greater than just having her v*ginal entrance rubbed and tickled by his fingertips.

“O, Oppa.”

“…….”

Now it was clearly her who was clinging.

Raising her body slightly on the chair, Olivie placed her knees and looked at his face as he brushed back his neatly groomed hair.

“Hurry.”

At her whispering, almost begging words.

“You’re truly a natural at driving people crazy.”

He lowered his underwear to reveal his m*mber and pushed her underwear aside as much as possible. Then, holding her waist, he finally parted her below.

“Haah.”

Feeling him trying to push himself deep, all the way to the root, Olivie took a deep breath and tilted her head back. For some reason, being on top and coming down on him felt tighter and more breathless than when he entered from above.

As her v*ginal entrance, tightly holding him, pulsed, she could feel Robin’s breath also becoming rougher from the sensation of being squeezed. Responding to the urge to pound inside, Olivie, biting her lower lip slightly, began to move ever so slightly, as if prodding him.

As she moved from top to bottom, pouring herself deeply over him:

“Ha.”

A moan escaped from his lips as he grasped Olivie’s hips. With that moan, she quickened her movements, holding his m*mber that filled her lower belly.

However,

“Relax.”

Perhaps her still unfamiliar movements didn’t satisfy him, as Robin grabbed her hips and moved her with his hands.

“O, Oppa.”

With no room to take it slow, his m*mber pounded hard inside, sending pl*asure mixed with stimulation spreading throughout Olivie’s body. Being moved up and down by his hands rather than awkwardly moving herself made her lower belly feel even fuller.

With his precise movements, knowing exactly where to stimulate her and where to thrust, Olivie writhed in pl*asure.

“Haah.”

Olivie let out a moan as if wailing right by his ear. No matter how much she tried to hold back, she couldn’t withstand the intense stimulation and rubbed her face against his shoulder.

“Haah.”

Her reaction seemed to stimulate him as well.

“Ha, this is driving me crazy.”

Grabbing Olivie’s waist and moving her, he soon thrust deeply from below, reaching the deepest part inside her.

“Hnng. Ro, Robin.”

Olivie clutched his clothes as he persistently targeted sensitive spots with strong, pressing movements.

“Haah, O, Oppa.”

The new kind of stimulation left her no room to breathe. She moved her hips in response to his motions.