Perhaps the women of this world were not only more lustful—their bodies were simply more sensitive.
Aroused even further, I gave her left breast the same attention.
Both hands cradled her twin mounds, kneading them slowly in opposite directions.
The thought that I had lived an entire life without ever touching a woman’s breasts suddenly felt almost tragic.
With the tip of my index finger I flicked one of her erect nipples—just the lightest tap.
The little peak quivered.
“Hyaak!”
A near-scream tore from her throat and her hips jerked.
Far more sensitive than I had expected.
Amused, I began to toy with both nipples in turn, flicking them playfully with my fingertips.
Each time Chaerin clung to my shoulders, trembling all over, at a complete loss for what to do.
I recalled the textbook again, then carefully pinched her right nipple between thumb and forefinger.
“Wait, Sihyuk… haah… stop…”
Her sweet, pleading voice begged me to quit.
I ignored her.
I tightened my fingers, gave the nipple a light pinch, and tugged it upward.
“Hyaaaah…!”
A cry of a completely different order—nearly an orgasmic scream—burst from her lips.
Her eyes lost focus and grew wet; between her legs sticky love juices already soaked through the crotch of her pajama bottoms.
“We’re not finished yet.”
I whispered mischievously and took the still-pinched nipple into my mouth.
“Kyaah…!”
She could not even scream properly.
Shock that a man had taken her nipple into his mouth, combined with the overwhelming rush of pleasure, left her entire body shuddering.
I wrapped my tongue around the little peak and rolled it slowly.
Every time the flat of my tongue or its tip tapped the nipple, her lower half convulsed as if electrified.
My mouth gently suckled the right nipple with steady pressure.
When I stiffened my tongue and pressed hard against the most sensitive tip, Chaerin’s body sprang upward like a coiled spring.
“H-Hey!
You’re only supposed to touch…!”
Everything leaving her mouth had already melted into pure moans of pleasure.
It was the first time I had ever made a woman climax.
Watching Chaerin tremble and come apart filled me with a conquering satisfaction so vast I felt I owned the whole world.
The emotion was so new and so fierce that I no longer knew how to stop—nor did the thought of stopping even occur to me.
Still savoring her reactions, I tightened the hand that gripped her left breast.
Between thumb and forefinger I took the stiffened nipple and twisted it slowly, relentlessly, clockwise.
“Nn… nngh…!
It’s weird… it’s weird… my head… spinning…!”
Soft, wet pleasure flooded her from the right while sharp, electric sparks attacked from the left.
The two opposing sensations seemed to short-circuit her brain completely.
In the end she could no longer endure it; her thighs twisted tightly together.
Still I did not stop.
“Sihyuk… my… my breasts feel so strange… please… hnnngh!”
Her desperate pleas were the highest praise I could receive.
Just like before, her hips began to lift off the chair.
Another climax was building.
The hands gripping my shoulders squeezed harder and harder.
Using both mouth and fingers I stimulated both nipples at once.
“No, no, no…!
I can’t… any more…!
I’m—I’m coming…!”
Finally, with the right nipple thoroughly wet, I gave its very tip the lightest, most delicate bite with my front teeth.
Not enough to hurt, yet sharp enough to be unmistakably felt.
In that instant—
“Hiiiiiiit!”
A long, tearing scream ripped from Chaerin’s throat.
Her white body went rigid on the chair, convulsing as though seized by a fit.
Her eyes rolled back; saliva trickled from the corner of her mouth.
Both hands lost their grip on my shoulders and flailed desperately in empty air, as if searching for something to hold onto.
Between her legs love juices gushed out, completely soaking the crotch of her pajama bottoms.
How long the storm lasted I could not say.
When the violent waves of pleasure finally receded, Chaerin collapsed against me, utterly spent.
Exhaustion from work and cooking, plus the first truly intense nipple orgasm of her life, had drained every last drop of strength from her body.
She gasped for breath, sweat-damp hair stuck to her cheeks, and rested her head on my shoulder.
“…I’m so tired.”
The voice she managed to squeeze out was soft and dazed, half-asleep already.
I simply held her close.
Her soft, warm breasts pressed fully against my chest.
A satisfied smile rose unbidden to my lips.
Completely limp, Chaerin nestled in my arms and drifted into quiet, even sleep.
I brushed a light kiss across her damp forehead.
Tonight would end here.