Chapter 21
This was a situation that had only ever existed in his imagination since they kissed by the wall. Every time he fantasized and stroked himself, he felt like a perverted piece of trash, but his mind found peace when he accepted it as an unavoidable law of nature.
But now was different. This was the real deal. It was reality that he was kissing Jeong Heena.
As he pushed his tongue between her slightly parted lips, Heena let out a soft “eung” and wrapped her arms around his waist. Yohan, also quite drunk, found all his senses heightened. As he caressed the nape of her neck and her jaw with both hands, the kiss deepened into something far more intense.
The sound of their saliva mixing as his tongue swept across every surface of her mucous membranes seemed unusually loud. He didn’t miss a single thing, not the sound of gulping swallows or their ragged breaths.
What am I doing, holding onto a drunk girl like this?
Suddenly seized by doubt, Yohan tried to end the kiss. But Heena swiftly climbed onto his lap, making it impossible to hide the thick ridge of his erection against her thigh.
With half-lidded eyes, Heena slowly enunciated each syllable.
“Your kissing has gotten better.”
“…Mine?”
“Who have you been doing it with?”
He’d been wondering why he felt like he was being choked; it was because Jeong Heena had him by the collar.
“Who is it. Who have you been kissing.”
Her pronunciation was slurred, but she was persistent.
“What do you mean, gotten better? Who would I have done it with?”
Seemingly satisfied with Yohan’s answer, her grip on his collar loosened.
“Right?”
Her reaction was along the lines of, Of course, that’s how it should be.
“I’m grateful you let go of my collar, but I didn’t like that just now.”
“Didn’t like what?”
“Your reaction.”
Heena said, “What?” and gently pressed her forehead against Yohan’s, then grinned. She knows exactly what she’s doing, pushing my buttons again.
“It sounds to me like you’re saying I shouldn’t kiss anyone but you.”
“That’s a leap.”
“It’s a logical assumption.”
“It’s sophistry.”
“Am I wrong?”
Heena rolled her eyes and scoffed.
“Let’s just say you’re half right and half wrong.”
She seemed to have a lot to say, but her thoughts were likely jumbled due to the alcohol. Jeong Heena was the one spouting nonsense.
“Let’s talk again when you’re sober.”
Yohan patted her rear, trying to get her to lie down and go back to sleep. But Heena’s lips kept moving.
“I’m sober now.”
“You’re drunk.”
“You’re drunk too. We’re both drunk. That’s fair. So doesn’t that mean it’s okay?”
Heena grinned and pushed Yohan’s shoulders, making him fall back onto the bed first. Of course, he could have resisted, but it was Yohan who pretended to be overpowered. He had no idea why he couldn’t refuse this situation.
“We’re already over.”
“……”
At Yohan’s words, the corners of Heena’s mouth hardened. It was true they were still sexually attracted to each other, but if one were to define their relationship, that was it. A relationship that had finally ended after a long, grueling period of fighting. They had lived like strangers, cutting off all contact for a whole two years.
“You were always like this,” Heena muttered, biting her lip.
“If you want it, you can just have it. If you don’t, you can just say so. But you constantly think and think. So what if we’re over? What about all those times we held each other and fucked until we were exhausted? Now that we’re over, it’s an absolute no? Not even once? Is that your final answer?”
“Everyone with a brain thinks. It’s natural to think about what kind of relationship you have with someone before having sex. Right now, I’m being considerate of you.”
“This is being considerate? Trying to run away because you don’t want to have sex with me under you?”
“I’m telling you not to just look at what’s right in front of you. Am I saying I don’t want to do it because I don’t want to have sex? I’m saying we shouldn’t because you and I aren’t in that kind of relationship anymore. Do you get it?”
“Don’t treat me like an idiot. You’re the one who kissed me first. Last time, and today.”
“……”
Yohan wiped his face with one hand, letting out a sigh.
“…Heena.”
The moment he opened his lips again, Heena’s tongue rushed in like a wave crashing over a sandy beach. It coiled around his own, sucking at its very root. She didn’t forget to occasionally use her teeth, biting down on the thick body of his tongue.
“Jeong, Hee…!”
“Don’t say anything, you sunfish.”
Even after throwing the insulting remark, Jeong Heena continued kissing him just fine.
He had endured as much as he could. He had tried with all his might to hold back. But in the urgent kiss that drenched their lips in saliva, Yohan also began to grow aroused. He took a deep breath, twisted his body to lay Heena down, and climbed on top of her.
When he slipped a hand under her t-shirt and caressed her waist, Heena writhed and let out a soft groan. Below his waist, his erection was screaming to be let out. He slid his lips down to Heena’s white, soft nape. The sweet scent that clung to his nasal passages was intoxicating.
He pulled off the t-shirt that was obstructing his enjoyment in one swift motion, and as if not to be outdone, Heena grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it up.
It had been a very long time since he’d felt the sensation of bare skin against bare skin. Had it been this warm? This soft? This comforting? He couldn’t remember. He was so focused on the sensations of the present that he didn’t want to remember anything at all.
Yohan licked, sucked, and caressed Heena’s nape with his tongue, then moved gradually lower, burying his lips in the cleavage between the cups of her bra. Her breasts, excessively large for her frame, were still the same. He remembered Jeong Heena complaining that even when she lost weight, her bust size never changed, ruining the fit of her clothes. A small laugh escaped him.
“Why are you laughing?”
Heena glanced down at the top of his head and asked innocently.
“Don’t ask, you drunkard.”
He threw her words right back at her.
His hand naturally moved to her back. Unfastening the hook with one hand, Yohan felt a surge of confidence. I haven’t lost my touch. He had avoided embarrassment.
As if the bra he’d unhooked in one go was a medal, Yohan didn’t remove it but rather pushed it up over her breasts. Her erect nipples were a clear pink, like a single drop of watercolor paint.
For a moment, he lost his senses and almost brought his lips to them. But that wasn’t a good way to tease Jeong Heena.
Yohan sharpened the tip of his tongue and began to wet the area around her nipple with saliva. He nibbled on the plump flesh of her breast and left reddish marks.
“Ah, ahht.”
Her lewd moans stimulating his hearing were also the same as ever. He once asked if she made those sounds on purpose, only to be rebuked with a sharp “stop talking nonsense.”
Jeong Heena was Yohan’s first love and his first sexual partner. He had been clueless during their first time, so preoccupied with watching Heena’s reactions, but he remembered feeling relieved when he saw her trembling, saying she was scared because it was her first time too.
He had constantly watched her, feeling an obligation to satisfy her properly. He’d wonder if she was uncomfortable, if it hurt, if it felt good, if she disliked it, if she was too embarrassed to speak—sometimes he lost focus amidst all the thoughts.
But not long after their first time, he became able to tell what state Jeong Heena was in just by her moans. Despite the two-year gap, Yohan still found her moans familiar.
He squeezed her handfuls of breast, gathering them towards the center until the nipples touched. Yohan took them both into his mouth at once and rolled them with his tongue.
“Hahh, ahh…!”
That meant she was loving it. When it came to sex, his partner’s satisfaction was his own. Yohan buried his nose in the deep hollow of her cleavage and sucked greedily. The more force he put into his hands kneading her breasts, the more Heena arched her hips.
Their lower bodies rubbed against each other through her sweatpants and his cotton pants. His aching groin was screaming that it couldn’t take any more.
Just hold on a little longer. It’s not time yet.
Yohan calmed his lower half and calmly continued to caress Heena’s breasts with his lips.
What did she eat to get them this big?
That was his first thought when he saw Heena’s breasts without a bra. They had spent nearly ten years together as kids, but he never could have imagined they were this size. If he had, he would’ve been a true perverted piece of trash.
His hand, which had been cupping Heena’s breast, slowly moved down. As he pressed his thumb firmly along the curve from her waist to her hip, Heena brought her knees together and moaned. Yohan pulled off her sweatpants and panties in one motion and sneered.
“The way you get turned on when I touch you here is still the same, too.”
