Childhood Friend Edification Theory - CHAPTER 2.2 - R-19

02.Secretly – Part 2

Bang! The door slammed shut. Although Jaeha’s parents weren’t home, there were helpers outside, so the noise was too loud.

‘We should have gone to my house instead.’

There were too many people in Jaeha’s house. Even though the room was well soundproofed, any noise could cause a lot of trouble. The only consolation was that she often visited Jaeha’s room, so it wouldn’t ar*use suspicion.

While Haea tried to organize her thoughts and calm her nerves, he went straight to the bed and held her hand so tightly that no air could get through. Jaeha pulled her onto the bed and laid her down. The cold summer sheets on her back gave her goosebumps. His knees were right next to her thighs. Even though she felt no weight because he was propping himself up, his large frame made her feel pressed down, his size alone intimidating enough.

His right hand touched her br*ast through the white t-shirt without hesitation. As his warmth spread, her n*pples stiffened beneath her underwear. As he applied pressure, her n*pples, trapped by the underwear, were thoroughly kneaded.

“Ah…“

His two legs, touching her lower body, pressed firmly against the sheet. Anticipating what was about to happen, she closed her eyes tightly.

Then she felt his hand go down. His hand lifted her shirt and rubbed her bare stomach. Her soft skin brushed against his calloused hand, making her navel feel cool from the friction. His warm hand, warming her slightly cool stomach from her tension, gradually moved upwards.

The underwire supporting her br*ast snapped slightly as he tugged at it. Without undoing the clasp, he continued to insert his hand. The tightness of the bra struggled to accommodate his large hand, but a persistent finger slipped past the boundary to gently rub her rounded flesh.

Teasingly stroking her skin and barely touching her n*pples, his hand finally withdrew, leaving her unable to exhale.

“Aah…“

She finally let out a deep breath. Her breath spread hazily across his neck, close enough to see even the soft hairs on his skin flutter.

The hand that had moved behind her touched the hook. Haea clung to his broad back with her hands, like a frightened child clinging on. The man, who seemed capable of undoing this small defense, straightened his back and stroked her cheek gently with his fingers.

“Unhook it for me.”

“Me?”

“Yes.”

Without haste or pressure, he played with the long strands of hair spread across the bed. His fingers winding through her hair felt strangely ticklish, though it was an ordinary gesture.

Soon there was the sound of the clasp being unfastened. She undid the front clasp of her bra and he pulled it out from under her T-shirt. The pale blue bra disappeared. Her exposed n*pples pressed against the thin linen T-shirt, looking more provocative than if they had been fully exposed.

He gazed intently at the sight and pinched her n*pple with his thumb and forefinger.

“Ahh!“

The rough material brushed against her skin. The sensation of it rubbing between her br*asts was hot. The shock made her feel as if her n*pples could fall off.

“Ah… Ahhh, ahhh…“

Her white hand scratched desperately at the sheet, unable to bear it, and pressed gently against his ch*st.

“I-it hurts…”

“It hurts?”

He repeated her words back to her. His face was gentle. His eyes, as if to say he’d stop if it hurt, were sweet as he began to lift her t-shirt.

It couldn’t be true. She cried with a pleasant expression.

But it seemed as if that was exactly what she was saying. Maybe it wasn’t her, but her inner voice whispering.

He pulled off her T-shirt completely. Since it was summer and she didn’t have much on, it was done in an instant. Haea felt relieved for a moment, like an idiot, even though taking off her shirt didn’t mean freedom.

Although he had only removed her shirt, his actions remained the same. He grabbed her n*pple with two fingers and pulled. Then, with the intention of crushing it completely, he squeezed hard. The tip of her inverted n*pple protruded sharply.

“They’re all red and swollen.”

“Ugh, yeah… keep going, ahhh!“

Suck. Her n*pple was pulled into his mouth and the hot mucosa bit down, frighteningly fast. It wasn’t a painful bite, but each nibble brought bursts of heat. It was irregular, making it impossible to anticipate.

His lips, sucking and nibbling like a mischievous child, made her back arch repeatedly. It wasn’t as gentle as plucking a harp string, but as loud as an electric guitar.

“You say it hurts, but why do they look like this?”

Somehow her underwear had slipped down to her ankles. Her short skirt had risen above her navel and her legs were draped around his waist. Jaeha, looking intently between her legs, slapped the inside of her thigh lightly with the palm of his hand.

“Ah!“

Slap! It didn’t hurt, but her skin trembled.

“Do you hear the sound of the water? Even the inside of your thighs are w*t.”

“Huh… t-that’s…”

“Does it hurt this time? I didn’t even hit you here.”

His thick finger pressed against the entrance to her v*gina. It didn’t even go halfway in, instead rubbing firmly against the entrance of her v*gina. Every time he spoke, his breath seemed to go deep inside, and his breathing felt like it was setting her on fire.

“Hmm?“

His sharp nose pressed lightly against her cl*toris. The inside, already tense with sensitivity, became even more inflamed as it was compressed.

“Ahhh!“

His tongue was circling around it. It seemed to be slithering around like a snake, trying to work out where to lick. Lick. She imagined the tip of his tongue curling up.

“Not yet… ha, don’t lick it!”

“Okay.”

Her stomach, which had been tensed and lifted, sank back down at his words, indicating that he wouldn’t continue if she didn’t want him to. Her hips, which had been trembling, pressed firmly against the sheets.

Then, suddenly, his tongue slipped inside. The thought of something entering her v*gina made her vision blur.

“Ah! Ah! Ugh… ah!“

The shock was more than she could have imagined. His soft tongue ravaged the inside, while his nose gently rubbed her cl*toris. Heat surged through her. It was hot. It felt as if a fiery rod had been thrust into her. It wasn’t painful because it was soft, but it was searing. Unable to bear the sensation of her entire l*bia being immersed in a fiery pit, she let out uncontrollable screams.

“Ahhh!“

But the sound that came out was not what she had expected. She had expected more of a scream of pain, but it was mixed with a nasal tone, creating a strange sensation. The tickling, burning sensation made her insides churn. She felt an impulsive urge. Unable to resist, her hips lifted of their own accord.

Haea rubbed her cl*toris against his nose. Although he was no longer moving, Haea’s body rocked of its own accord. After a while he retracted his tongue and whispered.

“Do you know? I use my tongue like a p*nis. If you learn in an unusual way from the beginning, you’ll be immersed in my influence. It will leave a lasting impact, and you won’t be able to explore other options. Are you comfortable with that?”

The v*ginal entrance, which had been slightly open, gradually closed. As the f*scia inside contracted and the pulled area rubbed together, the itching was unbearable.

“Ah, push it deeper… inside.”

“It’s still light pink up to here.”

His tongue licked both sides of her l*bia majora thoroughly. He stuck his tongue out thickly and licked as if tending a wound. Her gestures became more desperate as he continued to avoid the inside.

“Jaeha… Jaeha… hurry.”

“What do you want me to put inside?”

Ha Jaeha was behaving strangely. Normally, he was quick to sense things and would anticipate her needs without being told. For example, he would give her water before she even felt thirsty. But now he was different. He wanted her to keep asking and begging.