Deal Breaker - Chapter 33
Pretending not to be embarrassed, stubbornly holding out through sheer willpower, it was both impressive and a little pitiful.
Kanghyeon set the tube of lube back on the side table and sat down next to Hyeji. Her brown eyes, now even more at a loss than before, looked at him as if asking what she was supposed to do.
“I think you’ll need to take off your skirt…”
You can’t just pull this one up. Even if you did, it’d be no different from taking it off. When his gaze pointed to the tight skirt clinging to her lower body, Hyeji’s embarrassment was obvious.
“Or do you want to go change into something else? Something looser.”
“Ah…”
When he said that she could keep it on if it was something with a loose hem, a brief look of relief passed over Hyeji’s face, then it quickly darkened.
“There’s nothing I have that isn’t tight.”
Kanghyeon gestured with his eyes toward his walk-in closet.
“Just grab any shirt from in there and put it on.”
“Okay.”
Hyeji disappeared into the closet. He could hear her opening a wardrobe and rustling around, then silence. He didn’t even need to see her to picture her standing there, deliberating.
“You just need to cover the bottom, so you can put it on over your blouse.”
“Yes!”
Before long, she came back, having taken off her skirt and buttoned one of his white dress shirts over her blouse, right up to the collar, but…
“Stockings…”
“Huh?”
“You should take them off.”
“Oh.”
It felt like raising a child. Watching Hyeji dash back to the dressing room, Kanghyeon let out a quiet sigh.
A little while later, Hyeji returned, now bare-legged, and smiled at him as if waiting for praise.
“Good job.”
You’re funny, and so am I. What are we even doing? Kanghyeon couldn’t help but laugh too.
“Sit down.”
He pulled the hand of the woman standing awkwardly in front of him and spread his thighs wide enough to fit her between them. Hyeji came forward and obediently sat down on the towel he’d draped over his thigh. She perched awkwardly, unsteady, so when he let go and wrapped his arm around her waist, her small body flinched.
“If you don’t want me to touch you, just say so right away. You can stop at any time.”
“Yes, I know.”
She couldn’t even meet his eyes, but her answer was as brave as ever.
Kanghyeon lowered his gaze from her clear face. Her legs were as pale as flour, with only her knees showing a flush of peach. When he placed his hand on her knee, it trembled minutely in his palm.
He gently stroked her knee in a circle, then slid his hand upward. He could feel a tremor beneath the soft flesh. Kanghyeon’s hand moved up beneath the hem of the shirt, along the inside of her thigh, before gliding back down to her knee.
Maybe it was the effect of guiding, but as he stroked her thighs, her cold skin gradually warmed up. As she grew accustomed to his touch and her flinching lessened, Kanghyeon asked,
“So, you’ve never felt it before, either?”
Hyeji took a deep breath and nodded. At this rate, she probably didn’t even know what it was supposed to feel like. That was a problem.
“Climax is the completion of guiding, so you have to be able to reach it.”
But the owner of the body had no idea what it was supposed to feel like, or how to get there. It was something he’d have to teach her. Kanghyeon slid his hand up again, and this time, inside the shirt, into the tightly closed space between her thighs. Her thighs squeezed around his hand.
“If you don’t like it, just say so right away, don’t hesitate. We can stop at any time.”
“…Yes, I know.”
Just a moment ago, when he’d said the same thing, there had been a hint of annoyance in Hyeji’s reply. Now, though, in her faintly trembling voice, there was none of that mood.
“Can I touch you?”
Hyeji gave a small nod and parted her legs just a little. Kanghyeon carefully slid his hand in. His fingertips touched soft fabric. Apparently, she’d been too embarrassed to take off her underwear.
“…Should I take it off?”
He shook his head.
“Later.”
Kanghyeon felt the shape of her mound through her underwear. As he slid his middle finger along the plump, tightly closed flesh, he felt a thin, moist line—the lips slightly parting. When he pressed a little more firmly on the faintly damp area where her entrance was, Hyeji’s bottom, seated on his thigh, twisted involuntarily.
The whole time he explored her secret place, Hyeji kept flinching, but she still watched Kanghyeon’s face, boldly enough.
“I’ll be gentle.”
He cupped her mound through her underwear and gently rubbed it with his palm.
“Huuh…”
As a moan slipped out of her mouth, Hyeji immediately covered her lips with her hand, her cheeks flushing red. Even so, she didn’t blink, watching intently as the hem of the shirt fluttered with the movement of his hand.
The more he rolled and pressed her flesh, the rougher her breathing became, and the tremors in her thighs grew noticeably sharper. Perhaps because it was a sensation she’d never experienced before, even the slightest stimulation brought a quick and intense response.
Kanghyeon pressed down harder on the plump mound with the base of his palm.
“Ahh!”
