Chapter 212
“F-Fingers… we said no fingers…”
“Not fingers. Something even thinner.”
“If it’s just that much…”
Maybe it’s fine.
The moment she mumbled her dazed reply, a third finger pushed inside. A bundle of digits, thick enough to rival an average c**k, stretched her open, and Jaha immediately fell apart.
As she convulsed wildly around him, he pulled his fingers free, gave the slick glove a quick lick, then stepped away from the bed. Still gasping from the aftershocks, Jaha turned to see where he was going. He returned with a small bottle from the drawer.
“Wh-What’s that?”
Something wriggled like a transparent thread within the pink-hued liquid.
When Yoo Jaha asked in shock, he grinned and replied in his characteristically affectionate tone:
“It’s an a**l tentacle.”
“Huh?”
“It’s thinner than a pinky finger, so don’t worry.”
To be precise, it was a tentacle pickled in a medicinal solution. Though initially as thin as a strand of thread, it was designed for expansion, gradually thickening until it reached roughly the girth of an average p***s—but he saw no need to explain that part. Nor did he mention its function of preparing the inside to be clean and moist without tedious prepping.
Unaware of these details, Yoo Jaha felt reassured by its visible thinness. Still, the mere idea of that unknown thing entering her body made her recoil.
You’re putting that in?
Seriously?
While she was still doubting, he uncapped the bottle, turned her body back into a prone position, and brought the opening near her a**s. The moment the wriggling thing touched her entrance, Yoo Jaha jolted belatedly.
“W-Wait, hold on—eek!”
Something soft and slick slowly pushed inside. It was so slender that there was no pain, but she could distinctly feel it squirming. Worse, its length seemed considerable, invading deep within her.
As Yoo Jaha floundered at the unfamiliar sensation, he set the bottle aside and pressed his c**k against her damp p***y.
Her loosened entrance, thoroughly prepped by fingering, swallowed the sizable tip with ease at the slightest pressure. Relishing the sensation of being sucked in, he leisurely pushed his p***s all the way in. Then, as if giving her time to adjust, he moved his hips at an agonizingly slow pace.
“Ngh—ah, hah…”
Toes curling, Yoo Jaha twisted her body. It was the same s*x as usual, yet something felt different. An inexplicable sensation surged through her, making it impossible to stay still.
Why?
What’s happening?
She soon realized the reason—the tentacle inside her a*s. Despite its thinness, it squirmed incessantly, rubbing against the inner wall close to her v****a, and the unfamiliar stimulation kept heightening her sensitivity.
“You must like the tentacle.”
At the laughter in his voice, Jaha reflexively shook her head.
“Ugh, ah, no… It feels… bad.”
“Liar.”
He stroked her twitching a**s with his thumb and added,
“When women like it, this part quivers, you know.”
At that moment, surprisingly, Jaha flared up. It wasn’t because she was embarrassed at being caught in a lie. That thought didn’t even cross her mind.
“You must’ve, ngh, done this with a lot of other women.”
He paused. At the same time, Jaha was also taken aback. Now that she’d spat it out, it sounded too accusatory. It wasn’t as if she didn’t know about his history with women.
She hadn’t mentioned it directly, but it was something easily guessed.
There were obvious signs that he’d been with other women before, and his skill certainly didn’t come from inexperience. Being this skilled on the first try was only possible in fiction. With a face like his, of course he must’ve played around with countless women. It was only natural.
She knew. She knew all of it perfectly well—so why was she suddenly getting angry now?
Just moments ago, when she’d deliberately provoked him, she hadn’t understood it herself. Why was she getting mad when she already knew neither of them were new to this?
‘But now that it’s happening to me too…’
As Jaha silently chewed her lip—
“Jaha, by any chance…”
He was the one who broke the silence first.
“Are you jealous?”
A voice tinged with surprise, disbelief—and yet, brimming with delight.
Jaha was at a loss for words.
What could she even say? Because she liked him so much, seeing him overjoyed over something so trivial, as if he’d won the world, made her anger fade away on its own.
Turning her body to face him properly, his eyes gleamed as he asked,
“Does it bother you to imagine me doing this with other women? Does it make you sick? Do you want to kill them?”
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