Please Be Quiet And Take Off Your "Something" - Chapter 128

As though he also came back to his senses, Si-Jin pushed her chin up with his right hand and grabbed one of her breasts with his left one. Then he raised his index finger and traced her nipples over her bra, asking again.

“Your answer?”

“…Like I said, nhg… good feelings…”

“Be more specific.”

“That is… all. I told him that me… and someone… had good feelings for each other.”

“Are you playing me?”

Si-Jin raised his eyebrows in displeasure. Na-Yool was baffled and avoided his pressuring stare while poorly defending herself.

“Who is playing who, can’t you ask in a more serious manner?”

“I don’t remember not being serious when having sex with you.”

“Said while rubbing my breast.”

As if he was done kneading dough, he released her chest from his hand and put on an innocent face.

“See.”

“Easy to say after fondling to your heart’s content.”

“But I have not taken off your bra yet.”

“Is it not because of your twisted hobby, Mr. President.”

“Fine, I am a pervert, so which is it, do you like me or not.”

“I never said that I did not like…”

“Stop torturing me.”

“I am not, I just, sigh, I swear…”

Troubled, Na-Yool stumbled on her words while lowering her face, growing hot by the second. Si-Jin whispered as he ran his lips over her earlobes.

“It’s not worth it for you to torture a pervert like me like this.”

“Huh, uhn…”

“Because the more you bully me, the more excited I get, and the harder my dick gets.”

“…You pervert, stop it…”

“That’s your responsibility to bear.”

“—Let’s say you are right.”

The words were a thrown-out surrender. Si-Jin narrowed his eyes and pressed his face closer to hers.

“What?”

“I said, let’s say you are right.”

Si-Jin stared at Na-Yool and her face grew hotter. She murmured again in a low, suppressed voice as if casting a spell.

“…Let’s say I like you.”

Even as he looked at her somewhat incredulously, he sneered in amazement, like someone prepared beforehand.

“What did you say when I told you that?” [T/N: Si-Jin confessed his feelings with these exact same words, remember?]

“……”

“It was ‘Let’s say I like you?!’ Am I a joke to—”

This time it was his words to get cut off. Because Na-Yool grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled him towards her with all her might. Her lips collided messily, as if it were her first kiss before she skillfully stuck out her tongue and gently parted his closed lips. After a fierce brushing of his even teeth, her tongue met his, and as she took a deep contented breath, Si-Jin wrapped one arm around her waist and lifted her lightly.

Na-Yool’s lower belly stuck to his hard abdomen. The erect penis inside the suit pants stabbed at her closed legs. She wrapped her arms around Si-Jin’s neck and let him carry her weight as if riding on top of him, then kissed him from top to bottom. Their tongues entangled with a sound of lust and bitten lips.

Na-Yool persistently sucked and nibbled at his mouth, like Si-Jin usually did. A low laugh echoed in answer through the parted lips that were being chewed on, as though her acting out of character was way too cutely amusing. However, Si-Jin’s amusement did not contain any mockery.

“Ha, ugh…”

Si-Jin ardently returned Nayul’s kisses, pushed her already suspended in the air body against the wall, and lifted one leg up to his waist at an angle. Then the tip of his erection came pushing between her split legs.

As if triggered by the action, Na-Yool’s breath faltered heavily. Just then, Si-Jin backed just an inch away from her lips that he had been obsessively chasing after, and asked:

“…So, is this your answer?”

Si-Jin tucked her loose hair behind her ear. Not a hint of dissatisfaction could be heard, like there was no more need to press her for clarification on her feelings.

He looked satisfied, as though this answer was enough.

So naturally, Na-Yool thought she could get it over with without having to say the embarrassing words.

“Or are you trying to buy time?”

“……”

“Well, either way is fine. At least, you—”

“—I… seem to like you, yes.”

“……”

“No, not ‘seem’…”

“……”

“I just, like you. This much, I am sure of.”

Holding his neck tightly, Na-Yool whispered in a soft voice, her only relief being that he could not see her face properly because they were so close to each other. It felt like all the strength had been sucked out of her body. Still, she had to say what must be said.

He had shown his feelings for her so forthrightly, so how could she not?

Now that the words she had struggled with were out, she realized that it was just unavoidable. Maybe from the beginning, it did not even depend on her own will.

Just as Na-Yool leaned on Si-Jin’s shoulder, she felt his body stiffening up under the light touch.

“I find it cute when you sometimes pretend to be shy like this despite clearly having dated many women, although honestly, it kind of irritates me as well…”

“……”

“And it is sometimes burdensome that you publicly display too much… but so far I have been able to handle it. As long as you do not get any weirder than this, I think it will be fine.”

“……”

“…What, is it not enough? Should I be more specific?”

Na-Yool did not catch it, but something similar to a curse got swallowed in a low breath in Si-Jin’s mouth. Na-Yool lifted her body by tugging his neck with her arms and examined his face carefully.

“…Did you just curse?”

“… N-no.”

“I think you did…”

He pulled away, increasing Na-Yool’s suspicion. His hot breath on the nape of her neck, Si-Jin murmured in one long sigh. All Na-Yool heard was a list of lewd sweet words, complaining that his penis hurt because she was too tempting, that it was about to explode, and that he almost shamefully came without even doing it. Although the list was so crude that she would rather go deaf, the tenderness in Si-Jin’s voice was a stark contrast.

As Na-Yool buried her blushing face in his shoulder, Si-Jin showered her temples with kisses at her lovely reaction.

Lovely. They even dared to call each other “cute”, yet they currently were not doing anything lovely either, so naturally she felt bashful.

It is comical. The way love makes her face blush at his small kisses rather than at his pelvis splitting her legs apart.

Si-Jin slid his hand into her bra. He pressed his fingers onto her erect nipples and pinched them in a mischievous tease. However, his smile pressed against her temple still reflected gentleness.

“You said you like me.”

“Uh-ugh… aahn……”

“You jumped in it with your own feet, Kim Na-Yool.”

His growling sultry voice asking for confirmation was twofold the effect. Unlike his gentle eyes, Si-Jin’s pupils glinted at Na-Yool with the dangerous urge to gobble her up. No sooner did she nod that the large hand that was supporting her waist slid down to her hip and dug into the back of her panties.

Na-Yool clung to his shoulder and let out a weeping moan.

“Hnnnn, hng…!”

“Look at these lustful nipples perking up on their own, even your lower half is wet! Do you even need me here?”

“That’s because you, you keep…”

“What did I do, hm?”

“You keep, aahn, perversely coming at me…”

“Who rushed in first to suck on my lips?”

“Because you kept harassing me to, haa… give you an answer…”

“You chose this pervert yourself.”

“Ah, please, there… ah…!!”

“So you must take responsibility for it. Don’t you think?”

Na-Yool’s tensed fingers limply scratched at Si-Jin’s bare shoulders, leaving red scars on his skin. His voice stifled in a gasp.

“You are going to, haa, break my dick.”

“No need to, aahn… tell me about…”

Na-Yool’s protest choked down her throat. Si-Jin’s fingers, soaked in her dripping juice, languidly rubbed from her perineum to the slit hiding her sensitive clitoris.

She felt like all her weight was on his hand. Each time Si-Jin moved it, her weight shifted and her ribcage tightened. It was difficult to even breathe properly. The stimulation was too intense.

“S-stop, hng… I’m losing my m-…aahn, ah…! Haaan!”

“I am, not better, either.”

“Then please… sp- speed up…”

As soon as Na-Yool defeatedly begged, Si-Jin swiftly pushed his fingers deep into her tight hole. Under the intensity of swallowing two thick-knuckled fingers in one breath, Na-Yool’s lower half twitched frantically as though fighting to spit them back out.

“…Huh…!”

Just like this, she unbelievably climaxed. Na-Yool’s head leaned against the wall. Her hands, which had been clutching Si-Jin’s shoulders, were shaking from exertion.

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