CHAPTER 17 – Affair (Part 1)

“Wait a minute…….”

Seoyeon grabbed Dojun’s hand, which was trying to pull down her panties. Even though leaving just one piece of underwear might provide some thin comfort, he had no intention of allowing it.

“No.”

Dojun tugged at her underwear, as if stripping away her last shred of shame. With a short “Ah” Seoyeon gasped at the air. Then, she raised her hands to cover her face, biting her lips so hard they turned white.

His gaze bored into the underside of her red cheeks. His eyes burned at the sight of her flushed, half-hidden face. Swallowing hard, it felt like he was gulping down a hot stone, but Dojun smiled. The lump of desire he swallowed burned as it slid down his insides.

He pushed himself upright and looked down at Seoyeon from above. Her body, with her arms raised to cover her eyes, was pale and slender. Perhaps it appeared even whiter against the deep blue backdrop. Her body glowed in the darkness like the white moon floating in the black sky.

Slender shoulders. A soft bustline. A dizzying waistline. The line of her pelvis that curved back into roundness.

He thought it might be fine to open up Seoyeon’s body while she covered her eyes like this. Her lips would part on their own, and her neck would tilt back. That sight wouldn’t be bad either, he thought, when Seoyeon took a long breath.

Her round chest heaved as it rose and fell slowly. At the same time, the hands covering her face slowly lowered. A pair of clear eyes that resembled delicate starlight turned towards Dojun. The moment their gazes met, a buzzing sound filled his head, and his brain sizzled.

Ha.

Dojun laughed briefly at the absurdity of it all. He rubbed the nape of his neck and tilted his head back for a moment.

Just eyes.

Eyes.

Dojun, who had taken a short breath, looked at Seoyeon’s face with narrowed eyes. Her deep brown eyes were staring straight at him. The eyes of someone who had made up their mind to go through with the choice they had made. But they were also trembling with tension and fear about what was to come.

He found it strange. With a n*ked woman before him, the only place he couldn’t tear his eyes away from was her eyes. Clearly, it was her body he had desired all along, but now it was her eyes. Finding himself amusing, Dojun spoke to Seoyeon.

“Tell me what you don’t like.”

Seoyeon blinked. Her face seemed unsure of what she liked or disliked.

“You don’t know yet.”

Dojun softly smiled as he stroked Seoyeon’s cheek. The woman, who looked as if she had lived through everything in the world, had eyes ignorant of her own body.

“It’s strange.”

Seoyeon spoke. It was clear she had put a lot of thought into her answer. Still, she was looking straight at Dojun as she spoke.

“I don’t like strange things.”

“Then tell me if it feels strange.”

Seoyeon nodded at Dojun’s words. He then stood still and placed his hand on Seoyeon’s chest. As he gently squeezed, Seoyeon inhaled sharply.

“Does it feel strange?”

Seoyeon shook her head. Dojun squeezed her chest a bit harder. The soft, rounded flesh jiggled in his hand. When he rubbed the protruding tip with his fingertip, Seoyeon’s shoulders hunched.

He liked the weight that filled his palm. The peak, pink and not much different in color from her skin, stood er*ect. As he pinched and rubbed it, it turned a vivid crimson. Seoyeon bit her lip and turned her head. Dojun lowered his head while grasping her rounded chest with both hands.

“Ah…”

As he nibbled at her br*ast, Seoyeon yelped and grabbed his shoulder. He flicked the tip of his tongue over the hardened peak, and Seoyeon’s hips lifted slightly. When he wrapped his tongue around it firmly, she moaned and gripped Dojun’s shoulder tightly.

“It seems you like it.”

At Dojun’s words, Seoyeon blushed and turned her head. He softly sucked and then forcefully several times. Her legs trembled and her body shook. As she panted with a flushed face, Dojun lowered his hand between her legs. When his fingers slid into the w*t slit, her body stiffened.

“Ah, wait a moment.”

Seoyeon spoke, lifting her head. As he parted and stroked the moist flesh, Seoyeon’s hand grabbed his.

“Don’t. It feels strange.”

Dojun laughed at her words.  He pressed firmly on the round, button-like spot with his fingertips. She squirmed and grabbed his hand. Ignoring her, he circled the spot with his finger, making Seoyeon turn her head from side to side. Her moans, increasingly frequent and bubbling up from her lower abdomen, seemed to embarrass her as she covered her mouth with the back of her hand and squeezed her eyes shut.

Dojun brushed away the hand that muffled her moan. Then he kissed her deeply as if to swallow her breath, sucking it out. The moans, rising from deep within Seoyeon’s abdomen, echoed in his mouth. As she, unable to bear it, clutched the sheets, Dojun quickened his movements.

Aahhh…

Seoyeon’s hips bucked. Just as they were about to lift higher, Dojun slowly withdrew his hand. She let out a long breath and lowered herself slowly, the sensations she’d expected to wash over her like a tidal wave ebbing away.

She felt a twinge of regret at the heat that hadn’t burst, but it was outweighed by the relief of coming down from her uncontrollable pl*asure. As she sank into the bed, gasping for breath, unsure if it was from disappointment or relief, Dojun propped himself up on his arms and raised her upper body.

Dojun straightened Seoyeon’s body and lowered his head. He kissed the peaks of her swollen, reddened br*asts in turn, then lowered his head further to kiss her sternum. He kissed the hollow of her navel and her lower abdomen as he moved downward, causing Seoyeon to grasp his hair and speak urgently.

“No, wait.”

Dojun grabbed Seoyeon’s thighs and spread them apart. She tried to close her legs and applied force, but Dojun’s strength easily overcame her resistance, spreading her legs wide. Seoyeon’s hands moved frantically to stop him, but it was too late. Dojun lowered his lips without hesitation. When he extended his tongue and parted the w*t flesh, Seoyeon inhaled sharply.

Sweet.

Seoyeon’s tender flesh, like soft lips, was sweet. The fl*ids that w*t the inside were sweet, and the flesh that met his tongue was sweet. Although it probably wasn’t just sweet, Dojun thought it was. The woman writhing and twisting her waist with each lick and suck was sweet.

“It feels strange… stop… stop…”

Unable to bear the pl*asure, Seoyeon clutched Dojun’s hair. The places where his warm breath touched were hot and dizzying. Sparks flew from the spot he was sucking intensely, sending electric currents flowing erratically. Seoyeon’s waist twisted, and her hips shot up into the air again and again. Her sobbing filled the bedroom. Dojun pressed down on Seoyeon’s waist with both hands.

Every time Seoyeon tried to twist her waist, the flesh inside that Dojun’s tongue was parting twitched. The slick fl*id flowing out steadily w*t his lips. Licking the red, bean-like spot, Dojun raised his head and asked.

“Does it feel strange?”

Seoyeon, with tear-filled eyes, looked at Dojun and nodded.

“Do you want me to stop?”

Seoyeon nodded vigorously. Dojun laughed at that. He laughed briefly and buried his head again. She pushed him away with a desperate hand, but it was no use.

“Ah…”

Seoyeon pushed harder, then grabbed Dojun’s hair as if she couldn”t take it anymore. She struggled to close her legs but suddenly, her waist was lifted and her twisted body forcefully.

“Stop… wait, stop…”

Seoyeon’s voice grew urgent. Dojun liked that voice.

Ah, yes. This is the voice I wanted to hear. 

The voice that begs, sobs, and doesn’t know what to do, the moist and raw voice stripped of its hard and dry shell.

Dojun bit the swollen spot. Not painfully, but firmly enough, making Seoyeon’s waist lift high. Holding down her repeatedly rising waist, Dojun sucked the peak strongly. As he increased the pressure, Seoyeon’s lower abdomen began to tremble violently.

“Wait… stop… I don’t like it… it feels strange… ugh!”

Seoyeon’s body tensed, and her back arched. She clutched Dojun’s head, her whole body trembling and quivering repeatedly. Then, suddenly, she collapsed with a thud.

Seoyeon, now exhausted, exhaled deeply and covered her face with her hands. Dojun immediately straightened up and lifted Seoyeon, who was about to slump over, into his arms. Holding her close, he spoke to her.

“We haven’t even started yet, what’s so strange about that?”

He grabbed Seoyeon’s hair, which was still trembling, and tilted her head back. Her neck arched, and her lips parted. Dojun deeply inserted his tongue into her mouth.

Is this still a kiss?

Seoyeon thought hazily. This was entirely different from any kiss she had experienced before. Dojun’s tongue moved explicitly, steeped in her scent. She couldn’t turn her head or close her mouth. It felt as though his deeply invading tongue was reaching the back of her throat.

The sound of their teeth clashing occasionally mixed with the sensation of his tongue pulling away. Dojun grasped her br*asts firmly, teasing the peaks, while also slipping his hand deeply between her legs. The sound of saliva squelching echoed in Seoyeon’s ears.

She opened her mouth to accept Dojun’s tongue. As it entwined, nipped, and sucked, her mind seemed to melt into a hazy blur. Even that was maddening, and everywhere Dojun’s hands touched sent electric shocks through her body. All thoughts flew out the window as his head whined with the sharp, painful pl*asure.