Chapter 13 – I’m Curious About You
As I left the café and walked all the way to author Hyeji’s house, I felt like I was possessed by something.
Are you really sharing skinship with her again? This time, since you made up your mind to call me home, can I slow down further than before?
In the midst of being complicated by such worries, I was thinking about all kinds of shady situations while writing pornographic stories, but when the situation actually came up, I realized that it was inevitable that I would be embarrassed and not know what to do, and suddenly a feeling of self-destruction came over me.
“Come quickly.”
Perhaps she knows my complicated feelings or not, but she walks briskly and quickly.
It may be a bit of an absurd analogy, but as the rabbit escorts the wolf to his den, he asks, “Why don’t you hurry up?” It felt like he was urging me to do so.
The wolf was rather perplexed because the rabbit so confidently said, “Come and eat me quickly.”
The bustling and noisy noises of the downtown area gradually faded away, and instead of the colorful murals and beautiful buildings, red and gray mansions slowly began to increase.
Past the supermarket where I bought the ingredients for beef oatmeal and the pharmacy where I bought the fever reducer.
“Come in.”
Finally again, the red brick mansion.
Arrived at her house.
Her hand is unstoppable as she inserts and turns the key in the front door.
Suddenly, as I watched the key being inserted into the hole, I almost had a dark delusion, but I barely held it in. In the meantime, what…
“Lock the door.”
After taking off her shoes and entering her room, she turned around and gave an order in a cold voice as if threatening her.
Cheolkeong.
Click.
After confirming that the iron door closed with the sound of old hinges and that the lock turned with a dry sound of metal.
She is wide.
He was held in my arms.
“Let’s do it now, brother.”
“Well, what…”
In response to her foolish question, she smiled as she was held in my arms, grabbed my hand, lifted it up, and placed it on her chest.
“You like my breasts.”
She flinched at those words and squeezed her breasts slightly. Even under a bra, you can feel the appropriate weight and soft, pleasant feel of your breasts.
“Tsk…”
She lets out a soft moan and looks like she’s melting.
“… Shall I take it off?”
She was laughing and without asking me to do so, she put her hand behind her back and fumbled with the zipper of her dress, then turned her back to me with a subtle smile.
“I wish my brother would take down the zipper.”
… Me?
Before I could hear her question, she turned her back and looked at me and winked.
I slowly brought my hand to the zipper as if I was possessed by those fascinating eyes urging me to hurry.
I took off the woman’s clothes and looked at them. Also, a one-piece dress. This was my first time knowing that a dress had a zipper on the back. Wouldn’t it be very uncomfortable to wear this? Of course, when I take it off…
‘Is it true that a one-piece dress is essentially a suit optimized for fox behavior?’
While I was contemplating and coming up with ridiculous hypotheses, my consciousness slowly moved in a more obscene direction and my lower abdomen swelled hard.
Slowly and carefully unzip the dress, like undoing the ribbon on a gift wrap.
“And…”
Her white and smooth back and waist were completely exposed.
The nape of the neck is exposed because the long hair is swept aside. The valley of the back and waist flowing gracefully below and the sides without any flab.
I felt like I was going crazy.
I wanted to knock her down right away, rip off her dress that she hadn’t even taken off, and pound my dick into her from behind like a dog in heat.
Just imagining it made my head dizzy and my lower abdomen was so hard that it was so stiff.
“Touch my chest.”
“…”
“Hurry…”
The gesture of twisting one’s body in anguish is seductive and provocative, like wagging one’s tail. The way he looks back and smiles is extremely cocky.
Just a real education with a fire bat.
… Just as I was about to do it.
Suddenly, a thought crossed my mind.
“Author Hyeji.”
“Hmm… Yes?”
“Do you love me?”
Perhaps because the question was quite unexpected, the excitement on her face, which had been shaking in anticipation of the joy to come, slowly disappeared and was replaced by curiosity.
“Love… “This?”
“Do you love me?”
“Love… Hmm.”
She couldn’t come up with an answer easily.
I knew it would be like this.
I took a deep breath and grabbed the zipper of her dress again.
Jiik, she gets embarrassed at the sound of raising her head and turns towards me.
“W-what are you doing?”
“Stop it.”
“Why?!”
“This kind of behavior is only suitable for lovers. “I heard you don’t love me.”
“No, wait a minute. On second thought…”
“Author Hyeji.”
I lightly grabbed her wrist and encouraged her strongly.
“This is not love.”
You can have her as much as you want. I know very well that now is that opportunity, and that she won’t refuse.
I am.
I didn’t want to ‘have’ her.
“Value yourself. “The author is not the kind of person who allows himself to be treated so easily.”
“I’m not treating you with an easy heart!”
She shook off my hand and raised her voice as if she was being wronged.
“I told you last time. She’s not a slut who lets anyone touch her tits. “Oppa, this is my first time!”
“But she said she doesn’t love me.”
“That… Gun!”
She took a deep breath, formed her words in her head, and screamed them out.
“This is the person I want to have. “My brother is that kind of person!”
This time, I held my breath at her sincere confession.
She glared at me as if she was aggrieved, and then lowered her head in tears.
“I don’t think I’ll ever meet someone like you in this unfamiliar place who has the same interests as me and is kind. So I like it. That… “It is.”
I know it’s not the right time to think like this, but even the sight of her crying and spewing out resentful words in front of me is beautiful. If it were a joke situation, it was so pretty that I would have wanted to cry more on purpose.
But now it’s time to teach her how to treat her people.
“Writer. “You don’t necessarily have to do this to express your interest in someone you care about.”
“…”
“Even if the writer doesn’t go to this extent, I will definitely be by his side.”
This is a statement that goes beyond the scope of business. I know too.
However, the reason I emphasized the concept of business was because I wanted to control and suppress the attraction that I, as a man, naturally had for this girl who was so pretty.
Because I was afraid that my relationship with her would become sour due to her or my selfishness, I tried to focus on work in front of her as much as possible.
But.
That said, I can’t say she was selfless.
“I’m not the kind of guy who wants to have sex with any woman if he gets the chance.”
“Then why did you do that to me?”
There was no reason why I couldn’t be honest with her questions.
Now it was a situation where I had to be even more honest.
“I like it.”
“Really… Yo. This? “Why?”
“Because it’s pretty.”
“… Is that all?”
“Your breasts are big too. My body is finished.”
At those words, she gives me a disdainful look for the first time. This is a bit heartbreaking.
But it’s true. At first, I liked her because she was pretty, and then I liked her big breasts. The addictive nature of her breasts, which were soft and soft but had the right weight, and her nipples that fluttered every time she licked and bitten them, was literally comparable to a drug. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that even if I quit smoking, I can’t quit having nipples.
Nevertheless.
“But looking at the author who is so pretty, with big breasts and a killer body, I strangely don’t feel like I want to have one.”
There is a power embedded somewhere that can overcome even the drug-like addiction.
“Then what do you think?”
When she asked with her trembling eyes and voice, I decided to convey my sincerity, not her desire.
“I want to protect you.”
It was a strange feeling. If you feel love for someone, and if that person is full of sexual attraction and in addition, if you are in a situation where you can freely reveal that attraction to me.
There were certainly times when I thought it would be natural to have sex without measuring back and forth.
But when I actually got into that situation, it wasn’t like that at all.
Even though I am nothing to her. If possible. No, if she was allowed, she wanted to cherish and cherish her more than anything else in the world.
“So, let’s not talk about things like this, let’s talk about each other.”
“…”
“I’m curious about the author. “I want to know more.”
Her words didn’t seem to offend her, so she sighed softly and crossed her arms.
“I’m curious about you too.”
Thank goodness.
I let her sigh of relief, took off her padding, and draped it over her shoulders.
“How did she come to dream of painting? Can I ask?”
At those words, writer Hyeji twisted her hair and smiled sheepishly.
She soon began to tell her own story.
“Actually, I’m from Gangwon-do, but I wasn’t born and raised there.”
