Pink Nipples
Pink nipples had always been his favorite. But this one was so plump and thick, it looked exactly like the nipples of a girl who was constantly being fucked everywhere. He figured she’d probably been suckled so much that they’d swollen up.
Eun-geon, eyes glazed with lust, bent his head and pressed his lips to that firm mound.
The skin was scorching hot and silky soft. He extended his tongue and gently licked it upward, then, almost at once, sucked the stiffening pink bud into his mouth and nibbled lightly, teasing it with his teeth.
With a wet tongue he drew lazy circles, then occasionally ground down with firm pressure.
“...Huaah! Ah, it hurts...”
Yusom’s waist arched like a bow. From her mouth poured an endless stream of raw, shameless moans.
Her hands burrowed into Eun-geon’s hair, almost pleading for more.
Truth be told, she’d swallowed alcohol and powerful painkillers, so she was simply repeating the vulgar dialogue straight from the 19+ webtoon she’d read a few days ago.
“...My love.”
As if on cue, Yusom reached for the word “my love” and kissed him first, lips crashing together.
Cold. Perfectly cold.
The moment her lower lip was drawn in, all sense of reality vanished from Yusom’s mind. She simply surrendered to the impossible pleasure, feeling as though she were floating in a dream.
Yusom told herself she was having a very lewd dream. And in dreams like this, Yusom usually did the seducing.
This was the only moment she had ever truly expressed the desire she had so long kept suppressed.
“Ugh... huaah!”
But the dream was far too real. Yusom writhed, yet the wall of a man beside her didn’t budge an inch.
Still, the heavy weight pressing down felt so good that her soaked pussy was already throbbing with anticipation.
“Ha...!”
When their mouths finally parted for air, Yusom realized she could no longer breathe. His large hand almost covered her entire small face.
It felt as if he intended to devour her on the spot. When she looked straight into his eyes so close, her breath caught.
Those long, thick lashes, that arrogant bridge of the nose, and... those eyes that were currently closed but had once hidden a cold, rebellious dark-brown depth.
Why, of all people, was the man in front of her Eun-geon oppa?
Yusom knew this wasn’t real, but she couldn’t bring herself to meet his gaze, so she squeezed her eyes shut.
Because it was a dream, the wet heat of his tongue sliding deep inside her mouth felt incredibly good. The sloppy sound of saliva exchanging filled the air as he slowly pulled his tongue back and sucked again.
When Eun-geon swept his tongue down her spine, Yusom gasped and moaned. Every time that fluent tongue teased the soft flesh without forcing it, Yusom lost her mind.
Even in a dream, the fact that such kisses existed felt like a miracle.
Compared to the clumsy, awkward kisses she’d shared with a few ex-boyfriends in university, Eun-geon’s were skilled, explicit, and wickedly lewd.
They kissed for what felt like forever.
The wet, obscene sound echoed in the darkness. Just as Yusom was about to lose herself completely, Eun-geon’s lips pulled away for a moment.
Then those hot lips trailed down her jawline to her collarbone.
“...Huht...!”
The teasing, erotic sensation made her shoulders jerk. Wherever his lips touched, it burned like fire.
Finally, Eun-geon grabbed her breasts with rough hands, as if no longer holding back.
“Ugh, oppa, that side is too sensitive...!”
The hand cupping and kneading her underside was so real it felt exactly like the real thing.
No matter how big the impact of meeting Eun-geon again, she hadn’t expected to immediately dream of something so lewd. Something felt off, but Yusom figured she must just be suffering from severe pent-up desire.
“Beg me. Keep your mouth shut.”
When she opened her eyes, their gazes finally met properly. His eyes were hazy, drunk.
Yusom tried to push her heavy body up with her cotton-like arms, but failed. Immediately Eun-geon pinned both her wrists above her head.
While Yusom struggled, the skirt rode all the way up, exposing her white panties untouched.
“These clothes are fucking lewd.”
Eun-geon murmured in a low voice. Yusom felt his gaze staring at her like needles.
He looked at her as if savoring her—her collarbone, the hollow of her clavicle, the well-developed breasts on both sides, and the slender waist that trembled every time she panted.
It was perfect. His ideal type.
Eun-geon’s unfocused three-hundred-thousand won eyes were lifted high, making them gleam even more vividly.
The whites were so prominent that almost no one could look him straight in the eyes.
It gave off the feeling of a rabid dog. On top of that, the alcohol made him appear even more languid than usual.
Yusom knew every stage of Eun-geon’s growth from elementary school through high school. But this was the first time she had ever faced such lust-filled eyes. It had to be because the body before her reflected her own preference.
Since he slept naked, Eun-geon had simply stripped off his top.
The thick collarbones, broad shoulders, and the six-pack carved from years of weight training beneath his firm chest were all visible.
...Even though she had seen this body enough to feel sick of it from magazine shoots and competitions, seeing it up close in person felt overwhelmingly overwhelming.
The thick pectorals, pale nipples, and straight iliac crest.
As an art student, it was a body that inspired awe and made her want to sigh. It was a body she wanted to use as a nude model at least once.
Yusom smiled at Eun-geon with a bashful expression.
“Why are you staring so hard?”
It was such a real habit. Yusom figured the dream really did reflect reality.
“...I want you.”
At that moment Eun-geon muttered with half-lidded eyes. Perhaps because of the alcohol, his sexual desire wouldn’t be controlled no matter what.
His cockhead was so hard it hurt. Now that she thought about it, it had probably been a while since he’d come even by himself.
The thick precum overflowing from his prostate was desperate to be released. The front of his boxers was already soaked.
When Yusom looked down at the gray boxers, the center had turned a deep gray. He immediately hooked his thumbs under the waistband and pushed them down.
Thud. The thick cock sprang out and slapped against his thigh with a rebound.
“...Hah.”
It was an absurd size. It felt like a water bottle or a spray can.
The exposed glans was flushed dark red, and the thick shaft pulsed with visible blue veins.
...She wanted to sketch it.
Even in the dream, Yusom had such crazy thoughts. She had never drawn a cock this thick in detail.
The shaft, too thick to be gripped by one hand, and the pink-tinged glans that had lost some color, were actually rather beautiful rather than gross.
The completely soaked panties of Yusom were mercilessly pulled down by Eun-geon’s hand.
“Haught! Uhng... the underwear is too...!”
The thick glans immediately felt like it was pressing against her entrance. The hole, only the size of a fingernail, was tense and didn’t give at all.
“...Let go. It’s too tight.”
Eun-geon gripped his own cock with one hand and pressed it against her pussy again. He only managed to push the tip inside while she was still pushing, and his forehead veins stood out.
“...Bite.”
After gritting out a light curse, Eun-geon grabbed both of Yusom’s thighs and spread her legs wide.
The cool air rushed in, instantly making her pussy go numb.
Naturally, he placed his cock, which was soaked in her juices and glistening, at the entrance between her legs.
“...It’s narrow. It won’t go in easily.”
Even though only the very tip of his cock was inside, it stung. The sensitive glans stuck to the slippery wall, and Eun-geon’s shoulders jerked.
He spread her ass cheeks like splitting a peach. When he pressed his full weight and thrust in, her crooked inner walls finally opened up.