Chapter 110
Until then, the man’s hand, which had been gently holding her waist, began to move stealthily. His fingers, long like his legs, slowly traced up along her ribs.
Forgetting even to flinch, I sucked in a breath. He must have been able to feel the hem of my bra beneath my T-shirt. Should I just let this go, or should I stop him here? I wavered, unable to make a clear decision either way.
Ryu Eun-seok had sucked on my tongue until it was numb countless times, but he had never touched above my waist. The man now diligently exploring my ear seemed to have completely forgotten the line he had set for himself.
“Look here.”
At Ryu Eun-seok’s husky low voice, my eyelids lifted. He finally released my ear and rushed in to suck my lips. His slippery tongue licked the roof of my mouth as it invaded.
But his palm wrapped around my ribs remained where it was. As if it were no mistake, his neatly trimmed fingertips subtly cupped the lower part of my rounded chest.
Unable to focus on the kiss as usual, my lashes only fluttered. I couldn’t decide where it was appropriate to allow and where to draw the line.
Could I say it was okay to suck my ear but not to touch me here? Then when would it be okay to touch my chest? Unlike a class with a fixed curriculum, this wasn’t something I could ask anyone about.
And more importantly, the most crucial thing was that my curiosity was boiling over.
What would it feel like to be held in those warm hands? Would it be completely different from holding hands or being embraced?
It was Ryu Eun-seok doing the touching, but would I feel good too? And what kind of sensation would be transmitted to his palm?
It was just the other day that I was complaining about how we only spent time in the car. And now, I had come here on my own feet, waiting for Ryu Eun-seok to grab my chest.
“Haah…”
The space where his tongue had slipped out was filled by Ryu Eun-seok’s exhaled breath. As his breathing touched my saliva-wet lips, a chill, uncharacteristic for the weather, crept in.
The man, rubbing his nose against mine, looked into my left eye, then focused on my right. The alternating gazes seemed to be asking for some kind of permission.
I lowered my lashes and watched his hand, which remained in the same place. His thumb and index finger spread apart, cupping my chest. His long fingers gradually moved past my bra, and I found it hard to breathe.
Ryu Eun-seok’s palm pressed down on one side of my chest. It didn’t take long for the pressing touch to turn into a grip, squeezing the flesh.
“Mmph.”
Ryu Eun-seok’s lips descended on mine again. I gasped against his smooth tongue. The slippery mucous membrane inside his lips caught my tongue.
Meanwhile, his large hand spread even wider. More than enough to fully encompass one b****t. The man began to knead the soft flesh, just like when he had squeezed and released the panda doll or my hand. It felt as if I had become his personal stress ball.
The force gripping my chest grew rougher, sending up a sharp ache. And it wasn’t even bare skin touching yet just kneading over my clothes had already made my breathing ragged.
“Annoying.”
Ryu Eun-seok mumbled a complaint against my lips.
“This.”
He pulled at my bra cup. At his shameless grumbling, only my face grew hot.
“You weren’t wearing it then.”
“Wha—”
I started to ask what he meant, then quickly shut my mouth. There had only been one day I hadn’t worn underwear in front of Ryu Eun-seok. I had thought I’d covered up well, but had he actually just pretended not to notice?
“Was it obvious?”
“I only bought you panties. Your clothes all went into the washing machine. So of course you weren’t wearing anything.”
Even while rubbing his tongue against my lips, Ryu Eun-seok managed to offer a fairly logical explanation. The listener’s face was about to burst into flames, but the speaker was too busy sucking lips to care.
“I told you I was holding back a lot.”
It seemed that carried multiple meanings. I gasped for air, keeping his chaotic, kneading hand in my sight.
“It feels like it would be soft…”
The murmuring man grabbed the bra cup and lifted it up. The chest part of the T-shirt rose along with it.
“Can I take it off?”
“No!”
Startled, I forcibly pulled Ryu Eun-seok’s hand away. Only then did I realize I had let him touch me for far too long. My lips were sticky with saliva, my bra was askew, the air in the car was stuffy, and my head was as groggy as if I’d just woken from a nap.
“Stop now.”
I tried to sound firm, but my voice trembled slightly at the end. Fixing my crooked bra, I also pushed Ryu Eun-seok’s shoulder away.
Only after he reluctantly returned to his seat did I feel like I could breathe again. I checked my face on my phone screen to see if any excitement remained.
Opening the car door, air distinctly different from inside flowed in. Before getting in the car, I had thought it was still hot, but now I could smell autumn in the breeze.
“Go ahead first.”
Ryu Eun-seok gestured downward with his chin. As always, one side of his slacks was noticeably bulging. Even just glancing at it made my throat tighten.
Whether he sorted it out himself or not was his problem—I hurriedly escaped from the back seat. I felt a gaze following me but deliberately didn’t look back. If our eyes met through the dark window, I felt like I might end up squeezing myself back into the car.
So I had to quickly move away from the parking lot. Today, for the first time in a while, I’d need to take a cold shower.
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