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Translator: uly
Chapter: 9
Chapter Title: Deviation
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Yeon-ju led me through twisting alleys before punching in a code at the door of a one-room apartment.
This was the student housing area near my old school. I remembered a few classmates from my year living around here...
"Come on in."
Stepping inside Yeon-ju's place, it was cozy and tidy.
Or rather, empty than tidy.
Once inside, Yeon-ju spun around to face me.
"Wanna shower together?"
She said it while twisting her hair up into a neat bun.
I had no idea why I'd followed this woman without a second thought.
It could be a trap, or she might have some skill up her sleeve, but here I was, tagging along like an idiot... Normally, I'd never let my guard down like this.
It's all that bitch Min-ji's fault.
Instead of answering, I started peeling off Yeon-ju's clothes.
She was only wearing a single layer, so she was naked in no time.
A tight, well-proportioned body? Not drop-dead gorgeous, but nothing lacking anywhere.
I could see my cum leaking from between her thighs.
The sight was so damn stimulating that blood rushed straight to my groin.
Yeon-ju began undressing me piece by piece.
It was my first time having a woman undress me, and I couldn't shake the awkwardness.
Honestly, I wasn't feeling much.
I couldn't figure out why she was doing it.
Men like undressing women, but getting undressed by one? Not much thrill there.
Once we were both naked, we headed into the bathroom.
While waiting for the hot water to kick in, Yeon-ju started gently stroking my rock-hard cock.
Her soft hand made it swell even bigger.
She smirked at me with a playful glint in her eyes, then rinsed it off with the showerhead before taking me into her mouth.
I gasped sharply.
"Hah."
As if my reaction was expected, she skillfully worked her tongue, sucking me off with expert precision.
It felt like I'd woken up in a whole new world.
The way she controlled the pressure of her lips, tongue, and the inside of her mouth—it was no amateur job.
Even though I'd only received two blowjobs before, this felt like pro level... hell, master craftsman territory.
She lavished attention on my cock, sucking it with such relish, then suddenly stood up.
The pleasure was building nicely, but the stimulation stopped, leaving me disappointed.
She grabbed some lotion-like stuff, slathered it on her hands, and started stroking me again.
Ah, keep using your mouth... I thought, but she ducked under, taking my balls into her mouth.
My legs nearly buckled for real.
The brand-new pleasure mixed with the vulnerability of exposing my most sensitive spot made my head feel like it was going to explode.
She knew exactly what she was doing—licking and sucking my balls, nipping them lightly with her lips, then taking the whole sack in and gently chewing.
All the while, her tongue traced every wrinkle, and her hand pumped my shaft.
"Ngh."
The urge to cum surged from the base; she sealed the tip with her mouth.
Her hand didn't stop, and I erupted into her mouth.
She elegantly spat the cum into her hand and rinsed it away with the shower.
"Hehe. Feel good?"
She pressed close, whispering seductively as she stood. She was bewitching, utterly captivating—like a succubus straight out of legend.
She sprayed me down and washed my body with care.
I just stood there, letting her clean every inch.
Then she soaped herself up.
She turned and backed into me, grinding her ass against my cock and guiding my hands to her breasts.
Slippery tits and ass pressing against me.
My hands roamed freely over her breasts, stomach, hips, and mound.
The soapy slickness was different from her soft skin—stimulating yet frustrating because I couldn't grip properly.
After wriggling against me like that, she rinsed us both off again and led me out of the bathroom.
She toweled me dry meticulously, then said,
"Lie down."
I felt like an obedient kid.
She looked younger than me—early twenties at most—but this dynamic wasn't half bad.
My skin was still a bit damp and sticky despite the drying.
Sensing it, Yeon-ju straddled me without grinding, just leaning in for a kiss.
Her aggressive tongue invaded my mouth; mine danced to fend it off, but soon they tangled, and my eyes closed on instinct.
My hands slid from her back to her sides, then her ass.
Full, plump cheeks. As I caressed them, my fingertips brushed her pussy.
"Mmm."
A coquettish moan escaped during the kiss.
My cock twitched eagerly in response.
Hurry up and fuck me, it seemed to beg politely.
Fuck... is this okay today? Potions can keep me hard indefinitely, but I'm running low on cum.
I even regretted the load I'd wasted on that bitch Min-ji.
Yeon-ju gripped my cock mid-kiss.
The chosen one throbbed excitedly in her delicate hand. Feeling it, she broke the kiss slowly and whispered sweetly in my ear,
"Can't hold back?"
I grabbed her ass hard instead of answering.
I sat up, positioning her on my lap. She undid her bun, and her lush hair cascaded down with a sweet fragrance.
Fuck... why do women smell so good?
She guided my upright cock to her glistening entrance and sank down slowly.
"Ahh."
Her moan as she bottomed out was insanely hot.
No—hot didn't cover it.
It was erotic and beautiful.
Hands on my stomach, she started bouncing on her own. Her breasts jiggled with every up-and-down.
I gripped her slim waist, thrusting up to match her rhythm.
It got easier, her movements more intense.
Our synced pace amplified the pleasure tenfold.
Beyond physical joining, our minds connected.
Fine-tuning the tempo toward climax—delicate yet fierce.
"Ahh, haa, yes, you, so good, too good."
Her moans and cries hit like shockwaves, frying my brain cells.
My head buzzed; white sparks flashed before my eyes.
"Ngh, here it comes."
Scraping the barrel after all the recent use, the buildup surged.
She sped up at my words.
Squelch. Squelch.
"Ahh, aaah."
She collapsed onto my chest with my release.
She shuddered in my arms, clearly climaxing too, sending waves of mental ecstasy through me.
Ejaculation lasts seconds, but the satisfaction lingers.
Truly fulfilling sex.
The kind you'd remember for years, decades.
Still basking in the afterglow in my arms, I stroked the nape of her neck.
Down her neck and back, along the dip of her spine to her wingbones and ass, then up again.
Sides, compressed breasts, arms, fingers.
I extended her left arm and rolled her onto her side beside me.
Like lovers, she rested her head on my arm; I gently kneaded her breast.
"What's your name?"
Propped on her elbow, she gazed at me.
"Kwon Sung-cheol."
"Age?"
"Why?"
"Just curious. Gotta have a reason?"
"Twenty-four."
"Hmm, younger than I thought."
"You saying I look worn out?"
"No, ruggedly handsome."
She touched my stubbly jaw, smiling.
She looked so pretty, my heart fluttered.
"You?"
"Me what?"
"How old?"
"What do I look?"
"Nineteen?"
"Aw, Sung-cheol's got good eyes."
She leaned in, licking my lips.
"How old now?"
"Twenty-two?"
"Close. Nice that you see me young."
"Twenty-three?"
"Eh, ended up that way."
Her fingertips teased my chest, trailing down.
Over my abs, circling my navel, tapping my cock.
"Aw. Dead. Too bad."
"Why? Revive it?"
"Already three times? Can you even?"
"Potion'll do it."
"Whoa, Sung-cheol's loaded with coins? Potions too?"
Her tone suggested no interest in my coins or stuff.
A way of speaking that avoided offending.
From her name-drop and sex skills, her accent—I could guess her line of work.
I told her,
"Wanna live with me?"
Way happier than tormenting that bitch Min-ji.
I chuckled inwardly.
Happiness? Me, thinking luxuries like that?
"Hmm, Sung-cheol must not come around here much."
She laughed lightly.
"Telling you 'cause you seem nice. Don't fall for a whore's words or actions. We're not that good."
"Doesn't matter."
"Don't say that. Let's just fuck. Hard to find a sturdy, fun guy like you."
She stroked my cock gently.
Exhausted and spent, it still rallied weakly at her touch.
I opened the shop and bought a Small Recovery Potion.
Downed it in one go, then scooped her up and tossed her on the bed.
"Eek!"
She let out a cute squeal as she landed.
Looking up at me, she spread her arms.
"Hug me."
Irresistibly adorable—I dove in.
I lost count of how many times we went at it through the night.
Eventually, another Stamina Potion down, pounding her like a beast till dawn.
I rose from bed, gazing at her passed-out form.
Her naked body glistened in the morning sun.
What I'd said earlier was sincere.
Her over Min-ji any day.
But she'd politely refused.
Why? She couldn't like this life.
Did she think my virginity was cheap?
I dressed quietly without waking her.
Opened the shop, bought a ton of canned goods.
Stacked them carefully like a tower to avoid noise.
Cans are food and currency—should be plenty.
She probably won't be thrilled, but I want to do this.
Think of it as cheap virginity payment? Fine. I'll do what I want.
With that, I slipped out of Yeon-ju's place silently.