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Unable to resist, Hunter reached out. As he gripped her bare breasts for the first time, he let out a sharp, held breath. Her thin, soft skin clung to his palm. He swallowed hard without realizing it.
So this is what it feels like.
His large hand, tanned by the sun and roughened with calluses, gripped her breasts—which looked as fragile as breakable porcelain—as if he might crush them.
[Hng….]
The stark contrast was barbaric.
Hunter moved his fingers one by one, pressing into her. The soft, squishy sensation—like pudding, yielding wherever he touched and spilling between his fingers—made the hair on the back of his neck stand up.
He hadn't even done anything yet, but the urge to ejaculate surged within him.
He buried his forehead in Jiyu's shoulder. Clenching his teeth and exhaling hot breaths to fight back the urge, he pressed his lips to her collarbone and traced the straight line upward. He stopped where the nape of her neck met her collarbone.
The pulse point.
He could find it now without her having to point it out.
Hunter licked the pulse he felt just beneath the skin and sucked it in with his lips. Jiyu's breathing became irregular.
Slowly lowering his lips to her breast, he flicked the peak that rose and fell rapidly with every breath with the tip of his tongue. She felt like a wickedly sweet dessert heavily dusted with fine powdered sugar, as if she would melt the moment he touched her.
Jiyu shuddered as if she had been electrocuted.
Seeing this, Hunter clamped his mouth over her nipple. The soft flesh wrapped around his tongue pliancy. As he rolled the peak with his tongue, the small bud became more prominent.
[Hngh….]
Jiyu flailed her arms and legs, not knowing what to do. At the same time, a nasal moan leaked from her parted lips. It was a terribly erotic sound, one he had never heard before.
Hunter's heart leaped into his throat. Veins bulged on his forehead, and his fully erect penis throbbed with a dull, aching pressure.
He took the nipple deep into his mouth, sucking hard as if to devour it.
[Ah, Hunter…!]
Jiyu struggled and pushed his head away. Her breast slid out of his lips with a wet sound, swaying and bouncing. The nipple, drenched in saliva, was a much deeper shade of red than before. Blood had rushed even to the surrounding areola.
The brake that had been barely holding on between Hunter's patience and will snapped. His vision turned a vivid red.
His rough hand swept down her piteously thin waist and stopped at her pelvis. Hooking two fingers under the thin strap, he pulled her panties down without hesitation.
A primal anticipation and a sense of guilt, as if he were trespassing into a sanctuary. The chain of these contradictory emotions tightened around his heart.
Then, Jiyu reached out for him.
[I-I'm scared, Hunter, I'm scared…!]
She finally began to sob, throwing her arms around his neck.
The hair on Hunter's neck stood on end.
He still couldn't forget the strange feeling he'd had as a child when Jiyu had hidden behind his back to escape the playground bully who stole swings and pulled hair.
[Hunter, I'm scared….]
That one sentence had made his heart beat abnormally fast. It was only when they reached a dead-end alley with no one around to help that Jiyu had reluctantly gripped the hem of his t-shirt and hidden behind him.
At the time, he had hated her terribly. And yet, he felt a strange sensation that he would do anything for Jiyu, who was sobbing behind him.
A contradiction and a sense of incongruity born from alien emotions.
It was the same now.
The one who had made Jiyu afraid was none other than himself. And yet, the fact that she ultimately clung to him and sought his help was, truly, terribly satisfying.
The pressure in his chest was so tight it hurt; he felt as if he wanted to rip his heart out.
[Fuck…. You drive me crazy.]
He slid his hand between her legs.
[Aaah!]
Jiyu arched her back, her convulsing thighs tightening around his leg.
Hunter covered her vulva with his palm and felt for the cleft. Then, he paused. It suddenly occurred to him that if he handled such soft, fragile flesh too violently with the hand of an athlete covered in calluses, he might break her.
Damn Jiyu Parker.
That slender body, devoid of any muscle, was as weak as its owner's fragile personality, making it impossible to touch any part of her with peace of mind.
He relaxed his hand as much as possible and carefully pressed against her vulva. He swallowed dryly in silence, focusing all his nerves on the sensation at his fingertips.
He parted the flesh and buried his finger inside. He rubbed it long, up and down. It was hot and slippery. His fingertip brushed against the slightly protruding part above the cleft.
[W-wait! Hunter… hah!]
Jiyu twisted her waist, trembling violently. She clung to his shoulder desperately, lost in the sensation.
[Shh, keep it down.]
Jiyu flinched, her body stiffening. She released the arm that had been hugging him and instead covered her own mouth.
In truth, Hunter loved the sound of her moans. His penis twitched every time he heard them.
No one would dare open his door at this hour just because of some strange noises. However, if his parents happened to hear it while passing by and asked about it later, it could become quite a nuisance.
Hunter slowly straightened his upper body. He looked down between Jiyu's legs. Her vulva, a color similar to her lips, glistened with arousal fluid. Every time he lightly rubbed her clitoris, her muscles tightened and then released.
He moistened his parched lips. The explicit sight made his penis swell to its limit; he felt as if he might ejaculate before he even got to do anything.
However, he hadn't anticipated that the entrance itself was such a small and fragile piece of tissue. He wondered if there was even space for his member to fit into that flat lower abdomen.
Of course, he knew it was theoretically possible. But he felt an anxiety that if he forced himself in, she—already so frail—might split in half.
He was too big, and she was too small. He couldn't ignore the obvious physical difference.
'Not like this.'
Moreover, there were no condoms in this room. The one Jerard had given him from his wallet long ago had been shoved in a desk drawer and thrown in the trash recently after its expiration date passed. The condoms he'd bought just in case were rolling around in the glove box of his SUV.
Suddenly, he remembered something Jerard had said during a 'heart-to-heart' conversation a long time ago.
[I'll emphasize this once more. Unless it's someone whose last name—Hamilton—you want to share forever, contraception is a must. Got it?]
At the time, he wondered why Jerard emphasized it so much, but now that he was in this situation, condoms be damned, he wanted to bury himself inside her right now. He wanted to thrust his hips as he pleased.
'Jiyu Hamilton.'
Having unconsciously attached his surname to Jiyu's name, Hunter flinched and shook his head.
'...Am I crazy?'
The moment Hunter, lost in thought, forgot to control his strength, his finger slipped on a sudden surge of arousal fluid.
[Ugh!]
[Gasp.]
Both of them inhaled sharply at the same time. Hunter's middle finger pierced the entrance and sank halfway into the inner wall.
Jiyu's eyes widened. Gasping for air and turning pale, she trembled like an aspen leaf.
Hunter placed his palm on her lower abdomen. He could feel the tremors clearly.
[Relax your body, breathe.]
[It, it hurts! Hunter, it hurts… hngh.]
Jiyu covered her face and finally burst into tears. Tears flowed from the corners of her eyes and pooled in the curve of her ear.
[Haa….]
Seeing her cry was the hardest part for Hunter. But he steeled his heart. It was something she had to go through at least once. Since there were no condoms, he couldn't go all the way, but he couldn't back down now.
Insertion wasn't the only way to have sex.
[It's just one finger. Get used to it. How are you going to take mine if you're like this?]
He scolded her bluntly, his voice tight.
After a moment's hesitation, he pressed firmly on her clitoris with his thumb. Perhaps it was his imagination, but it felt slightly larger than before. He rolled his fingertip in a circular motion, observing Jiyu's reaction.
[Hah!]
With a suppressed moan, Jiyu took her hand away from her face and grabbed his wrist with a shocked expression. She still kept one hand over her mouth to prevent any sound from leaking.
With her eyes completely wet, she couldn't even bring herself to look between her legs, only pushing out ragged breaths through the gaps in her fingers.
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