Please Be Quiet And Take Off Your “Something”

Chapter 55

The plain white t-shirt without a single pattern – as expected from his character – revealed his wide shoulders and solid body, in a different fashion than when he wore a fitting dress shirt under his suit. As for the training pants, they wrapped his long legs in a nice fit.

If what she had always seen in the company was the ruthless, intelligent and promising elite itself, this Si-Jin in front of her was his relaxed, laid-back and athletic self. Although the fact that both versions of him were a predator did not change.

Na-Yool’s heart was beating so clearly she could hear it. She could not tell if it was because of his hand that persisted in its torment of her lower half, or because of this unfamiliar impression of him that she was facing for the first time in 2 years.

“…Ah, ngh… uuunh……”

Ultimately, it must have been all of it. Si-Jin buried his lips between her breasts and, baring his teeth, brutally bit at her skin as his large hand clutched and squeezed her chest tightly. His lips wandered on the white flesh squeezed out between his fingers while nibbling at it and crawled up to gently bite the already aroused perky bump. He then burst out in a low laugh.

“Aaangh…!”

“You… look at that, your nipples are already hard!”

“…Nnh…, uhhk, ngh……”

“And I haven’t suck it yet, uh?”

“Ah-uhhk……”

“But then again, I haven’t even laid a finger yet. While you cutely got all hot and bothered by yourself with your hardened nipples.”

He could pretend to be innocent since he had never put his hands on her chest before, but the hand that recklessly spread her legs apart to penetrate her insides was for sure none other than his. Though she was speechless, Na-Yool was too busy whimpering moans that she was in no position to articulate words properly.

Si-Jin glared down at her with a look as sharp as a knife. His facial features finely carved like a sculpture never matched the vulgar language he used only in front of her. But getting used to his repeated shameless actions and words, Na-Yool’s sense of inappropriateness was weaker than before.

“Not to mention that whatever I insert there, be it a finger or my cock, that space between your legs immediately gets slippery…”

Weaker than before, to some extent. A sense of incongruity between the way he looked and his speech still existed. As long as he was naturally born with a valuable-looking face, the day it would genuinely match would never come. At best, his brazen smug was all that tied both of these aspects up.

“…Ah, uuh…uuungh…”

“No wonder your chest would thrust forward like this. Don’t you think so?”

Up, he fondled her breasts while rubbing and squeezing her nipples. Down, he grinded her inner walls up back and forth. Both hands steadily carried out his taunting as Si-Jin smiled.

It was a subtle smile, with a hint of bemusement, maybe even of admiration. In any case, it was clear he was making fun of Na-Yool and her lecherous body’s ability to get aroused by itself. It was nothing different than one-sidedly taking the responsibility of her own pleasure, but it was not serious enough for him to properly brood over it or be offended.

Nuance-wise, Si-Jin’s labeling of Na-Yool’s as “lecherous”  ‒ as he would occasionally describe her afterwards  ‒  was far from being an insult or a criticism. On the other hand, neither was it close to being called a compliment as its meaning was a little whack, but there was also a strange sincerity to the word. Almost as if inkling the quite positive nuance that this was what he liked about her. Na-Yool reckoned that, as expected, a pervert’s thoughts truly were hard to understand.

Right then, just as she thought she saw Si-Jin’s smile snap, his lips came crashing into hers. He chewed her lower lip as if berating her for having her mind elsewhere and searched for her tongue that was hidden behind her tightly closed lips – Si-Jin pulled and sucked on it. A stifled moan escaped from Na-Yool’s mouth.

“Uh-hmph…”

As they sucked each other’s tongues, their intertwining mouths soon were locked together without a single gap. The penis firmly erected through the training pants that had been continuously jabbing between the flanks of Na-Yool’s thighs pressed upwards and started rubbing in long strokes.

“Haa…”

“…Hu-uuh…”

She could feel that his tip was already leaking even through the thick material of his pants. Because that tiny part that was just a little wet made the flesh that it rubbed hot. Heavy pants entwined with wet tongues. One more finger dug in down there and filled the tight hole while stirring restlessly.

Fully tightening on the half-inserted fingers, Na-Yool’s opening seemed to already be at its limits. But as soon as Si-Jin shoved his fingers all the way in, it sucked them in with great ease, making Na-Yool blush out of self-consciousness.

Si-Jin incessantly rubbed Na-Yool’s lower part with a face that wanted to curse at the sensation of her clenching insides and fiercely plunged his lips to hers.

Be it when his fingers gently got sucked in and out or when he thrusted into her with his way more enormous penis, the tightening of her narrow inner walls was to happen anyway. Although he was to barely succeed in entering the tip, if he was to shove his penis through the opening that had been spread to its limit, tide would instantly turn and her insides would swallow him whole, eager to devour him from the tip to the root.

So, as if it was all part of some naughty play, Si-Jin stared at Na-Yool’s flushed cheeks with a gentle scowl and concurrently sucked her tongue hard. An obscene slurping sound was made as their flesh entangled and saliva overflowed. As the sound of wet, slippery water constantly dripping from Na-Yool’s pool of passion echoed back down, only the erotic noises from above and below them filled the room.

Si-Jin’s thumb slid out to the opening which was clearly smeared with her love juice as he meaningfully ran up and down through her vaginal lips, wetting Na-yul’s sensitive flesh by rubbing vigorously with her own secretion. Na-Yool frantically wiggled her buttocks as she laid under him.

All the sounds disappeared into Si-Jin’s mouth. A mix of saliva that had no clear owner flowed into each other’s throats, moistening their once thirsty tongues and the sound of their hoarse breathing. Lost in the intensity, Na-Yool climaxed on her last breath.

As if he had waited for it, Si-Jin dug deeper into Na-Yool’s already wide-open lips, swallowing all of her screams into his cavity. All his fingers that filled her lower part were pulled out and grabbed her bouncing breasts as he heavily gasped for air. Na-Yool reflexively breathed deeply despite her firmly covered mouth. At last, Si-Jin broke his lips off of hers.

“Ha-huh… uhk…”

Soon transparent tears welled up in Na-Yool’s eyes. It was the manifestation of the shame and greater pleasure that suddenly came over. Si-Jin’s entire palm rubbing her chest was soaked with her love juice from how much she had spilled. Every inch of skin that Si-Jin touched was shamefully left with a clear trace of the bliss she felt. As his wet fingertips brushed against her sensitive nipples, the woman who had been faintly trembling at the afterglow of her climax noticeably flinched.

“uh-nnh…”

She shuddered as if she had touched something dirty, feeling bashful to have been faced with a situation she should have not, but ultimately she could not deny that it eventually caused a darker and more intimate excitement. Just like how most of the pleasures that Si-Jin had given her had made her feel unfamiliar about her own self. And that conclusion was the most mortifying point for her.

“Open your eyes.”

“I… don’t want to.”

Seemingly wanting to nip her nipples to stop her from rebutting, Si-Jin lowered his wide-opened mouth and sucked the areolas pinched between his wet fingertips. Na-Yool’s sensitive body jolted up as if she had been electrocuted. If it was not for him pressing down on her body from above, she would have wallowed in anguish.

As his clamped teeth nibbled at the tip of her nipples, his massive cock erect in full length was still steadily thrusting between her thighs, all over to her flat lower abdomen. Not far from her areolas held captive by his sucking mouth, Si-Jin’s hands fondling her breast like milking them were frank and unrestrained.