A Different Kind of Touch

Eun-geon, with a twisted smile, pulled his hand away as if to tease her unusually stiff nipples once more.

Yusom's breath came out hot, her body temperature having climbed as if boiling.

Yusom had large breasts with plenty of sensitive tissue, making that area her weak spot. The buds nestled inside her breasts began to throb and pulse.

"If I do this to your breasts, can you feel it?"

Eun-geon pulled his hand upward. Right before Yusom's eyes, her own nipple popped up. Her nipple, darkened a shade from the blood rushing to it, was as thick as a pinky knuckle.

Her breasts were being kneaded like dough, and the continuous stimulation of her nipples made Yusom's crotch throb and pulse.

"…Hah, uhn!"

Since Yusom had large breasts, the entire underside was lifted up, revealing a deep horizontal line that made Eun-geon's stomach churn.

"You're so heavy-chested."

As if daring her to try it herself, Eun-geon mercilessly let go with a slap. Her breasts fell like they were dropped, sloshing and spilling with a sound. They fell straight, hitting Yusom's delicate ribs. Rather than pain, the tips of her breasts trembled with a zap of electricity.

What should I do? I want him to keep going.

Yusom felt like she was experiencing a humiliation porn through her own body. The well-distributed dirty talk and the fresh variations of caresses that came when things started to dull felt new. Maybe sex was originally more about pushing forward than being considerate.

"Hah!"

A light response came from below. Yusom hunched her shoulders and trembled for a moment. Even as she tried not to feel it, sticky arousal was gushing out of her pussy.

"See? I told you I had talent for going for your nipples."

Eun-geon pulled Yusom onto the living room sofa as he was. Yusom was sitting on Eun-geon's thighs. For the first time, Yusom was in a position to look down at Eun-geon. This was the first time she'd ever looked down at him like this.

…Up close, he was ridiculously handsome.

Eun-geon's irises had less pigment than most people's. Especially his brown irises, which people dismissed as "dog eyes," were like glass marbles and fascinating. The line dropping from his forehead to his nose bridge and the protruding brow bone structure gave him a mixed-race feel.

…What kind of man has eyelashes this long?

His plump lips were red as if he'd applied tint, as if his metabolism was active twenty-four hours a day.

Eun-geon stared at Yusom without even blinking.

"What are you looking at?"

If only he could fix that verbal tic of his. Yusom quickly averted her gaze from Eun-geon's face.

"Because you're looking at me, oppa."

"It's funny, you're all bare-chested and spacing out."

Her unusually bare upper body was embarrassing. When Eun-geon lightly pulled Yusom's waist, she stumbled and grabbed his shoulder.

"Why are you touching me?"

"You pulled me."

When her hand touched Eun-geon's porcelain-like skin, Yusom was startled. She'd never properly touched his skin before, so she hadn't known, but she realized men's skin could be this soft.

"Why are you so white, oppa?"

"I know. Strangely, I don't tan easily. Even when I do, it fades quickly, and I don't like it."

Yusom was on the pale side too, but Eun-geon was no slouch. His skin was so clear it was like they'd dissolved bleach in the pool water. Plus, since he spent half his day in water, his moisture-rich skin was plump and bouncy. She'd never thought about wanting to keep touching a man's skin, but the texture was nice.

"Scanning a man's body like that is a crime."

"…It's just, your body is kind of fascinating."

"Why? Were all your exes dark, small, and ugly?"

Eun-geon had a rather handsome face. Her ex had been quite good-looking too, but compared to Eun-geon, he felt like a monkey. And a monkey blinded by lust, at that. He'd just spit on her and do whatever he wanted, hurting her, so Yusom had never felt an orgasm through sex.

At first, she thought there was something wrong with her body. When her self-esteem hit rock bottom, she found the answer in an unexpected place. She'd accidentally stumbled upon a 19+ manga for women, and the art was pretty and the dirty dialogue was good. Watching the webtoon and seeing her own body getting wet, she realized the problem was her ex's immature skills.

So Yusom would relieve stress by watching webtoons on days she came home from late-night work at the art department, or on days she struggled to finish overdue assignments. Eventually, she wanted to draw them too. Adult webtoons that were happy just to watch.

"…What does that have to do with you, oppa?"

"Now that you've been with me, who will you date? Your standards will be too high, and you won't be satisfied for a while."

Every sentence Eun-geon spat out was a spectacle. Yusom was getting a temporary vision boost from his beautiful face, but in exchange, she was losing her hearing.

"Not really. You're not my type."

"Hmph, for someone who says that, you're soaked."

Eun-geon pulled up Yusom's skirt. Her sticky, clinging panties had the split seam showing clearly. The clear mark was so dirty that Eun-geon lightly traced it with his finger. The honey-like arousal was overflowing, and the panties stuck to her pussy were cute.

"Don't build up your pride while dripping with that dirty pussy smell."

Eun-geon pulled up Yusom's panties. The thin fabric brushed against her labia and rolled inward. As if that wasn't enough, Eun-geon pulled the underwear a bit more, manipulating the panties to eat into her pussy.

"…Hah, stop it."

The panty seam kept catching on her clitoris. Yusom's waist flapped like a fish caught on a fishing line. She could feel her clitoris, caught on the rough fabric, poking out like it was being pulled.

Soon, the underwear soaked with nectar got wedged in her butt crack, accentuating Yusom's plump hips.

"Your butt is plump."

She was shaped like a rabbit, so her butt had a fair amount of flesh. As if begging him to stop, Yusom's nails dug into Eun-geon's shoulder.

To think he was groaning over just one pair of panties.

Eun-geon suddenly imagined putting panties with pearl seams on Yusom and tormenting her thoroughly.

"These panties are ruined now."

He'd stretched and tormented them so much that the pulled-down underwear had turned into a mess. The tight band stretched and frayed. The underwear, having lost its function, fell to the floor.

"Look at your bottom hole opening up."

Yusom's hole was hot, as if breathing out warm air. Into the hole, glistening with spreading nectar and flowing with sheen, Eun-geon inserted his finger.

"…Ah, ah."

Yusom's hole, small due to her body type, was very tight. Eun-geon felt the vaginal walls contracting and clinging to his finger from the sudden intrusion.

The bumpy part inside her pussy touched his fingertip. As if daring her to try it, Eun-geon tapped that spot twice with two fingers.

"You'll get burned. The inner walls are hot."

Eun-geon spread his fingers inside the vaginal walls. Startled, Yusom's waist jerked spasmodically. Soon, as he scissored his fingers pushing toward the cervix, the dense vaginal walls began to stretch and contract elastically.

Eventually, the back of Yusom's head began to get soaked with sweat. She'd never tormented her own pussy like this before.

At Eun-geon's fingertips, which precisely prodded the sensitive spots, her cervix came down impatiently. Finally, the cervix entrance sucked onto Eun-geon's fingertips like it was trying to suck them.

"Have you ever touched the cervix? It's so slippery, like a peeled egg."

No way… there was no way Yusom's fingers could reach that deep.

Eun-geon's fingers had surpassed the length of Yusom's vagina, easily reaching there. A sensation like a peeled egg? She couldn't even imagine it. But no matter how hard she pushed her own fingers in, she wouldn't be able to reach there.

"Even between your fingers, it's soaked in arousal."