4.2

She had only intended a small act of revenge, but Juhan getting aroused was entirely his fault. When she tried to pull away, he hugged her tightly. As he began to lift her, she quickly shouted.

“Let me save my work first!”

“Go ahead.”

At least he had the decency to let her save her file. As soon as she saved her work, Juhan turned her around and lifted her effortlessly. Reflexively, she wrapped her arms around his neck as he strode out of the room.

“I need to work….”

“It’s the weekend. You should rest.”

“I already rested during the week.”

“Good for you.”

Excuse me?

Juhan carried her into the living room, glanced around briefly, and then headed to the dining table, where he set her down.

What was he planning to do at the dining table, of all places?

Before she could protest, Juhan grabbed the hem of her pajama top and pulled it off. Since she wasn’t wearing a bra, her bare chest was exposed.

Juhan buried his face in the crook of her neck and shoulder, inhaling deeply.

“Haah…”

His hands moved up to her chest, kneading her br*asts. Despite the summer heat and the air conditioning, his hands were warm. His large, hot hands cupped her br*asts, spreading a wave of heat and pleasure through her body.

As she sat on the high dining table, Juhan leaned forward, pressing his nose against her chest. He sniffed her skin, pressing his nose against the soft curves of her chest.

“You’re not Chapssal. Why are you sniffing me?”

“Your scent turns me on.”

“Ugh, what kind of scent?”

“I don’t know. It’s soft and fluffy.”

His nose pressed against her skin as he sniffed various parts of her chest. He even went so far as to press his nose into her armpit and inhale.

“Stop it…!”

He seemed to have abandoned any sense of decorum, acting utterly shameless. While his thumbs rubbed her n*pples, sending jolts of pleasure through her, he continued to sniff her.

“Mm…!”

When he finally returned to her chest, she felt a momentary sense of relief. But then Juhan opened his mouth and bit her chest.

“Hngh—”

He sucked on her sensitive br*asts with his mouth, his tongue and lips working together to stimulate her. The frequent attention her br*asts had received recently had made them swollen and sensitive, and his actions made them feel hot and tingly.

As he gripped the flesh behind her br*asts and sucked, she couldn’t help but think absurdly that it felt like milk might come out. Of course, no milk would come out, but it felt as though something was being drawn out.

With a loud, wet sound, Juhan released her br*ast, only to run his tongue over her n*pple repeatedly, pressing it gently.

“Mm….”

She tilted her head back, letting out a moan as pleasure coursed through her. Although she felt like she was being ambushed, she wasn’t particularly surprised—this sort of thing happened often.

Looking down at Juhan, who was licking her n*pple like a dog, she observed his sleek black hair and well-defined forehead. His handsome face, now focused entirely on her chest, looked both sensual and mischievous. He alternated between licking and sucking her n*pple.

“Ah…!”

Juhan lightly grazed her n*pple with his teeth, nibbling gently. 

Was this his way of getting back at me for biting him earlier? 

He nibbled on her n*pple as if it were a soft jelly. It didn’t hurt, but the sharp pleasure made her shiver. As he bit along the edge of her n*pple, she felt as though it might fall off, or swell up like a round candy. Once he had clearly defined the edges, Juhan sucked on her n*pple forcefully.

“Hngh….”

With a loud slurp, his lips finally parted from her chest. Straightening his posture slightly, Juhan looked down at her face and chest from a close distance. He cupped her br*asts with both hands, lifting them slightly.

“Plump.”

That was her thought as well.

“I think my br*asts have gotten bigger lately.”

“From eating well?”

“No. From being touched….”

“Ah.”

Juhan chuckled softly.

“They’ll keep getting bigger, then.”

He leaned down and took a large bite of her other br*ast. Unlike her, Juhan succeeded in taking most of the flesh into his mouth before gently releasing it, leaving only the tip. He sucked fiercely, as if claiming her br*ast as his own. The sensation of the milk ducts being pulled made her stomach flutter.

Juhan alternated between sucking hard and licking softly, as though playing a game of push and pull. At the same time, his hand toyed with the other br*ast, which had turned red from his attention, rubbing and pinching the n*pple. The heightened sensitivity sent waves of pleasure through her.

As her full, ample br*asts were teased by his mouth and hands, warmth and tingling sensations spread to her lower body.

“Haaung!”

When Juhan gently bit the other n*pple, she flinched. He skillfully nibbled on the small n*pple, tilting his head to vary the angle. She wondered if he would leave bite marks on the pink tips as his teasing continued, prompting her to place her hands on his shoulders. His broad, muscular shoulders provided a sense of stability.

“Aah, aaung….”

At that moment, the sound of tiny footsteps echoed—pat, pat, pat.

“Huh, Chapssal….”

It seemed their noises had woken him. Chapssal approached with a curious expression, as if asking, ‘What are you doing?’

Realizing that such a scene shouldn’t be witnessed by a baby, she instinctively moved further back on the dining table. She planned to hide her body entirely on the table to avoid being seen by Chapssal below. Juhan, however, followed her, continuing to suck and touch her chest before straightening his posture.

With a blank yet aroused expression, he took in her figure sprawled on the table. She was leaning back on her arms, legs raised onto the table in an M shape.

“Are you asking to be touched?”

Ha.

“I moved back so Chapssal wouldn’t see.”

Though Juhan was standing right in front of her, blocking the view, she left it to him to handle. After all, he never seemed to care whether Chapssal saw such things or not.

“Chapssal, the humans are busy.”

He grabbed her pajama bottoms and underwear, pulling them down. Reflexively, she lifted her hips to help him and asked,

“Where’s Chapssal?”

“By my feet.”

“Hrrng….”

The sound of Chapssal’s footsteps resumed briefly. The adorable pat, pat, pat that she usually found endearing now felt inconvenient. Regardless, Juhan completely removed her clothes, spreading her legs into an M shape.

“You’re wet.”

He didn’t need to say it—she already knew.

His gaze fell on her damp nether regions, followed by his touch.

“Hnn…”

His relatively dry hands parted her slick folds, exposing the intimate flesh beneath. The sight of her revealed inner skin made her blush. Just like her chest and n*pples above, her lower lips and cl*toris seemed swollen and plump. Particularly, her cl*t, which had endured countless stimulations, was slightly exposed from its hood, protruding noticeably. It seemed perfectly shaped for touching, and Juhan pressed his fingerprint firmly against it.

“Ahhk!”

Woof!

Chapssal suddenly barked, startling her. It seemed he was frustrated by hearing her voice but not being able to see her. Juhan, however, paid no mind as he began to roll her cl*t in circles. The tingling pleasure spread all the way to her toes.

“…!”

She struggled to suppress her moans, biting her lip. While she couldn’t avoid the faint sound of wetness caused by his fingers rubbing her slick cl*t, she tried her best to stay quiet.

His precise movements pressed and rotated against her sensitive spot, making her body tremble. It felt as though a ball of fire was alive and breathing in her abdomen, its heat causing her arousal to flow freely. The fluids trickled down, threatening to stain the dining table, which troubled her.

This was where we ate….

She tried lifting her hips slightly but couldn’t hold the position for long, eventually letting them drop again. Unfortunately, it seemed she had already left a mark, and sitting back down only made the mess worse. Feeling flustered, she glanced around for something to clean with. There were tissues nearby, but they were just out of reach.

“What’s wrong?”

“Hrrng… I don’t want to stain the table.”

Though it was already too late, she whispered her concern.

“Your arousal? So what? Who’s going to complain?”

“You.”

Juhan chuckled, his gaze never leaving her exposed lower body.

“Why would I complain? Leave it. I’ll lick it all up later.”

See? She knew he’d say something like that.

She shook her head in dismay.

“No….”

It might have been a joke, but she couldn’t be sure. Juhan often exceeded her expectations.

“Are we sneaking around? Why are you whispering?”

“Chapssal… hnn.”

“Chapssal’s touching my leg.”

While Juhan chuckled, she was left feeling only awkward. 

Chapssal….

“Chapssal, go away. I’ll play with you later.”

His playful tone matched the teasing movements of his hands. While his thumb persistently rubbed her cl*t, he inserted his middle finger into her wet entrance.

“Hnnng….”

He pushed against the source of her arousal, spreading and filling her. His long, knobby finger twisted inside, stretching her walls. The slick, heated passage provided slight resistance as it yielded to his probing, sending jolts of pleasure through her.