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LOZ 91
The heartbeat of Hunter, felt through their touching chests, was as frantic as someone who had just finished an intense workout. His tongue, tasting of champagne, dove deep, continuing the suffocating kiss. Every time their lips parted for a moment, she gasped for air.
Carrying Jiyu, Hunter walked somewhere and lifted her up, seating her on the umpire's chair fixed next to the net.
Startled, Jiyu gripped the armrests. The height of the umpire's chair was nearly the same as Hunter's height. It felt strange to look down at him, when she usually had to look up.
Bending his head, Hunter murmured as he kissed one of her knees revealed through the slit of her dress.
[What is your wish? If it's something I can do... I'll grant it.]
For some reason, those words sounded sincere, making her heart thud.
'Love me, Hunter. Please, just love me.'
But she was terrified that if she spoke such a wish aloud, she would be wounded so deeply that she might never recover.
Grabbing her calf and lifting her leg, Hunter lightly bit the inside of her ankle.
[Ngh... L-later. Right now, I can't think of anything...]
Even as Jiyu spoke, Hunter's lips traveled up her calf. She looked around with anxious eyes.
[Hunter, what if people see...!]
[Everyone has gone home; no one comes here. Then, the wish is for next time. As for the penalty—]
Their eyes met.
Without taking his eyes off her, Hunter slowly spoke.
[Kiss or slap.]
Before she could even be surprised by the familiar name of the penalty, he gripped her pelvis firmly and pulled her forward.
Slipping from the chair, Jiyu ended up half-lying down, flustered as she gripped the armrests and struggled to pull herself up.
[Ki-kiss, we already did that!]
Indifferent, Hunter pushed up her skirt and spread her thighs. Then, he began to plant kisses in scattered points along the inside of her legs.
[I didn't say where.]
He draped her knee over his shoulder. Simultaneously, his lips climbed higher. Just before his lips touched the space between her legs, Hunter looked up.
[Kiss or slap. If you don't want it, hit me.]
In Jiyu's mind, the image of the youthful Hunter tilting his head toward her in the photo booth overlapped with his current self.
I loved Hunter even back then.
It was a realization that made her heart ache. Then and now, she could not reject him. Biting her lower lip and panting, Jiyu covered her face with both hands instead of hitting him.
Under the bright lights of the tennis court, her skin flushed red with shame and excitement.
Taking that as a signal, Hunter pushed her narrow panties aside and lowered his lips. Then, as if he were truly kissing her, he pressed his lips against her and rubbed her clitoris with his tongue.
[Hngh!]
Blood rushed to the area so instantly that it felt tight and aching. Her hips bucked at the sharp pleasure. As her buttocks lifted slightly from the chair, she felt as if she might fall off. She quickly removed the hands covering her face and gripped the armrests.
In that moment, her eyes met Hunter's. As if to make sure she saw, he stuck out his tongue and licked long and deep up the split. Jiyu shuddered violently. Her thighs trembled faintly.
As he pulled his tongue away, a viscous string of saliva and arousal stretched thinly from the tip of his tongue.
She wished she hadn't looked.
When lying in bed, she could only see the crown of Hunter's head, so it wasn't this explicit. But witnessing exactly what he was doing between her legs, how, and with what expression, made her feel an unbearable level of embarrassment.
Jiyu writhed, twisting her waist in an attempt to pull her lower body away from Hunter's merciless lips. In response, he pulled her waist closer and sucked her clitoris powerfully.
[Ahhk.]
The mounting pleasure suddenly surged, and her head snapped back against the chair. Goosebumps broke out across her entire body, and her vision flickered white under the pouring bright lights.
Is it okay to do something so obscene in a place like this?
With her usual timid and cautious nature, she had never even dared to imagine it. Her body trembled with anxiety and shame, but the more she did, the hotter the space between her legs burned and the more sensitive her senses became.
The pleasure Hunter provoked was so intense that, after a certain point, she no longer had the capacity to care about anything else.
[Ah, Hunter, I...!]
The moment Jiyu's waist snapped upward, he supported her buttocks with his hand and pressed his tongue hard against her clitoris. Her body stiffened, and she instinctively rubbed herself against his lips.
The leg draped over Hunter's shoulder tightened, her toes curling and uncurling repeatedly. High, nasal moans pierced through the sound of waves crashing and breaking against the cliffs.
As Hunter rubbed her clitoris a few more times with his tongue, Jiyu's waist arched once more. Her genitals, pressed against his lips, convulsed in a continuous cycle of contraction and release.
Without removing his lips, he smiled with satisfaction.
[Ahhk, s-stop...!]
Jiyu pleaded. Only then did Hunter remove his lips from between her legs and sit the limp girl upright in the chair. He then pulled a condom from his pants pocket—something he had impulsively tucked in just before leaving for dinner.
Hunter quickly undid the front of his trousers.
His heavy, rock-hard penis sprang out as if it had been waiting. The desire that had made him suffer all day, reacting far too honestly every time he saw Jiyu, finally had its leash cut.
The penis, with veins like tree roots protruding along the thick shaft, gave a large throb. Then, the clear pre-cum gathered at the tip of the engorged glans stretched long before dripping onto the floor.
Perhaps because he was in a hurry, his movements in putting on the condom were rough and hasty.
Pulling Jiyu down from the umpire's chair, he placed her feet on the ladder rungs.
[Turn around and hold the handle tight.]
With trembling legs, Jiyu slowly turned around. She gripped the handle clumsily, as if clinging to it for dear life. A pained moan escaped her throat. Having lost her strength, she was in a half-prone position.
Hunter wrapped his arm around her slender waist to support her and slid his hand under her long skirt. She flinched and trembled, but she did not stop his hand.
Whenever he felt that she, who lived her life surrounded by high fences, tore down those fences just for him to show her interior, the hair on his neck stood on end.
To him, the tennis court at Cap d'Ail with its view of the sea had always been a familiar place, existing since the moment he first developed memories. And in such a place, Jiyu was tearing down her fences and opening her body to him.
[Ugh.]
He grit his teeth. Just looking at her made the urge to ejaculate surge.
Overlapping his upper body over her back, Hunter pushed her long hair, which had spilled over the chair, to one side. He rubbed the bridge of his nose against her exposed nape and exhaled a rough breath.
Pulling her dress and bra straps down from her shoulders all at once, he lightly bit her exposed shoulder. Then, he slid his hand between the loosened bra, pinching the erect peak between his fingers and kneading it.
His other hand swept up her thigh from under the skirt and gripped her buttocks. He then hooked a finger under the thin lace string of her panties and pulled it down. He didn't seem to apply much force, but it snapped with a pop.
[Ngh, Hunter...!]
Jiyu's upper body jolted as she called his name in a trembling voice.
[Oops. Sorry.]
Apologizing in a tone that didn't sound very sincere, Hunter pulled the rest of the panties down and pushed the hem of her skirt up to her waist.
When her bare backside was revealed, his head spun. He thought the alcohol had worn off, but his eyes felt hot, as if bloodshot.
[Spread your legs.]
Hunter forced his knees between Jiyu's and pushed her legs wide. Her slender legs, which had been swaying continuously, were pushed aside as he commanded.
Because Jiyu was standing on the ladder rungs, their heights became similar, and the angle of their lower bodies aligned perfectly.
He showered her ear with kisses and whispered.
[Jiyu.]
She let out a pained sound and shuddered.
Hunter slid his penis between her legs and rubbed it back and forth. A faint, wet sound echoed.
[Haa. Jiyu.]
Letting out a sigh, he called her name and took her delicate earlobe into his lips. As his wet tongue traced the small curve of her ear and dove into the ear canal, she covered her mouth with her hand and shuddered. Her upper body half-collapsed onto the chair.
Pressing down firmly on the writhing Jiyu, Hunter aligned the blunt tip of his penis with her narrow entrance. Then, tensing his thighs and abdominal muscles to control the speed, he slowly pushed inside.
He exhaled a shallow breath, swallowing the curse that had reached the tip of his tongue.
'Will there ever come a day when I tire of the feeling of entering this?'
He lifted his chin and took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to swing his hips wildly. He slowly burrowed in, stretching the narrow, hot, and soft flesh to its limit.
Jiyu, who had been trembling violently, finally lost her strength and let go of the handle, collapsing onto the chair. Her lower body naturally pushed back, accepting him even deeper.
[Hngh...!]
A suppressed moan leaked through the fingers covering her mouth.
Hunter released the arm wrapped around her waist and firmly supported her flat lower belly with his palm. Then, he grabbed Jiyu's chin as she lay sprawled on the chair and turned it, capturing her lips—which were panting and exhaling short breaths—as if they were his own. Their tongues tangled, and their rough breaths mixed in a mess.
Pulling his lips away, he withdrew his half-inserted penis until only the glans remained, then thrust his hips forward in one sudden motion.
[Haak!]
[Ugh.]
He felt a thud against the palm of his hand resting on Jiyu's lower belly. Hunter blinked with a stunned expression.
'Did... I just do that?'
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