Mint Is Pure Love - Chapter 59

Seokyung was so worked up, he fumbled more than once trying to undo her bra hook.
The pink lace bra slipped to the floor, and when Yeonseo finally stood there in almost the same half-naked state as him, his eyes lit up with a dizzy rush of heat. The bulge in his drawers strained so hard it looked like it could tear through the fabric any second.

Their parted lips found each other again. Sitting astride his thigh, Yeonseo felt his hands close around her now-uncovered br3asts without a hint of restraint.

He sucked on her tongue, licked greedily along her lips as if even the thin trail of saliva dripping down her chin was something he couldn’t let go to waste. His mouth traveled down her neck, over her collarbone, and then wrapped around a n1pple, hardened from arousal.

“Ah— cold… Seokyung—”

It was like he didn’t even hear her. He devoured the tips of her br3asts with relentless hunger, sometimes taking the whole pale, soft swell into his mouth, sometimes flicking her n1pples with his tongue. And whenever the thought struck him, his lips crashed back against hers, like kissing her was the only thing left in the world worth doing.

“Mmh… uhh…”

When Yeonseo whimpered, suffocated in his tight embrace, his lips finally broke away. “Yeonseo… Ji Yeonseo…” he murmured, stroking down her bare back to soothe her.

Between her flat stomach and the ridges of his abs, his erection stood stiff and unyielding against the front of his drawers, like it was pressing for release.

The moment he hugged her closer, her br3asts flattened against his chest, n1pples so sensitive they ached every time they grazed him, sending shivers straight to her lower belly.

Her most intimate spot was pressed snug against his solid thigh. When he gripped her slender waist and began rocking her gently, heat surged through her so fast it felt like it was blooming from deep in her core.

“Wait… Seokyung…”

“It’s okay. I’ll just hold you. If you don’t say yes, I won’t touch you there.” His voice was gentle, reassuring—but his touch was anything but. Maybe he thought it didn’t count if it wasn’t with his hand, because while holding her waist, he pressed her down ever so slightly against his thigh, right where she was most sensitive.

“Haa…”

Her panties had been damp for a while now, and even through the thin fabric of her pajama bottoms, the heat was obvious. She dreaded the thought of wetting his thigh in shame—yet without realizing it, she was already moving her hips, rubbing against him in rhythm with his subtle push and pull. Her arms tightened around his neck, her body naturally matching his movements.

Ah… just a little more… just a little… She didn’t know exactly what would come after, but she wanted it—craved it. She’d never felt anything that demanded to be taken to the very end like this.

When her breathing calmed, Seokyung leaned in to kiss her again, easing her down onto the pillow. His hands cupped and pressed her br3asts together, licking between them, nuzzling against the soft skin as if he could never get enough.

Like a man savoring candy, he lingered on her n1pples, sucking them long and slow, lips closing even over the faint pink of her areolas. All Yeonseo could do was clutch at his thick hair and writhe beneath him, but somehow, she was the one moaning into his ear.

Her legs kept wanting to squeeze together, her stomach tingled, and just like that night before, she could feel her panties growing damp at the bottom hem. She wanted to touch herself. She had the urge to scratch at that ache inside until it burst into relief.

Every time his mouth pulled at her n1pples and his big hands lifted and kneaded her br3asts, a tremor spread all the way to her inner thighs. She wanted those same hands to move lower, to rub her there, even if the thought made her blush.

With a wet pop, Seokyung let go of her flushed n1pple, leaving behind a slick, obscene sound. Lifting his head, his slightly hazy gaze found hers instantly, and in a voice low and steady, he asked—

“Tell me what makes you feel good, Yeonseo.”

“Hh… uh…”

“I just want to make you feel good, okay?”

Seokyung’s touch was so tender it almost hurt to think someone could be like this. He cupped her br3asts gently, coaxing her as if that alone was the whole point of being here. There wasn’t a flicker of thought in Yeonseo’s mind about how many women might have seen this gentleness before her. Right now, all she saw was the Seokyung she knew—always attentive, always soft with her. The same boy who had been kind to her in every way. A small, whiny sound slipped out like a childish pout.

“Seokyung… I…”

“Yeah, Yeonseo.”

In this moment, he was the only one she could believe in enough to let go of everything—someone she could hand herself over to completely, even when she was teetering on the edge of raw sensation. That’s what Cha Seokyung was to Ji Yeonseo. She didn’t even realize that the gaze fixed on her flushed little face was filled with both aching affection and a deep, heavy hunger. Hesitant and breathless, she kept going.

“I… I’m too…”

Before she could find the words, his thumb brushed over the tip of her n1pple, urging her on.

Her body jerked in surprise, heat flooding low in her belly. It felt strange—too strange. She’d touched her br3asts plenty of times in the shower before, but just because it was someone else’s hand, the sensation turned into something completely different. They were just flesh, weren’t they? So why did it feel like her whole body was burning up from this?

“Yeonseo, what do you want me to do, hm?”

His voice came low, almost impatient, as if he couldn’t wait for her to answer. He whispered at her ear, luring her closer—telling her she could say more, want more. And all the while, he never lifted his hands from her soft, full br3asts, savoring every sound that escaped her lips like it belonged to him.

“Ah… Seokyung, I… down there… like before…”

Even before she could finish, he seemed to understand. Straightening up, he hooked his thumb into the waistband of his drawers and slid them down. His length dropped free, heavy and swaying.

She still couldn’t get used to it. One day she’d have to take that inside her—was that even possible? Had she been too naive about all this? Even while she was thinking that, the heat between her thighs twitched and pulsed.

Seokyung ran a big hand down his shaft once, a low groan slipping from him.

Yeonseo thought for a second he was just going to finish himself off, and a small, conflicted relief started to settle in—only for it to be shattered when his husky voice dropped straight into her belly.

“Yeonseo, take off your pants… and spread your legs.”

There wasn’t a single vulgar word in that sentence, yet the combination was filthy enough to make her face burn hotter. She froze, unsure what to do, until Seokyung followed it up with something that sounded almost reassuring.

“I won’t touch you unless you say yes.”

The boldness, the shamelessness—it was the same as always.

“I’ll just hold you. Like I promised.”

For someone who’d already done plenty of things as intimate as penetration, he could say it like he was keeping his word. And Yeonseo, still clinging to the vague belief that she was the one steering this, was just as foolish as he was sly.

His tone stayed unhurried, the way it always did. Now at twenty-four, he’d mastered another skill in life—hiding his emotions without effort. Something he’d picked up from the empty, stripped-down days of being eighteen and everything that came after.

But now, with her body flushed pink, damp with a fine sheen of sweat, he felt that practiced patience wearing thin. It was hard not to bite his lip in frustration. She was getting to him. In just a few weeks of meeting Ji Yeonseo, she was already breaking through his composure.

But now, looking at her body flushed pink and glistening with sweat, Seokyung felt his usual patience wearing thin. He bit his lip, trying not to show just how restless he was. And all this, just after a few weeks of meeting Ji Yeonseo.

The thought that she’d started college late because she was too caught up in dating nearly made him lose it. Yet the idea that he might be her first in everything made the corner of his mouth twitch uncontrollably—just like when he first faced the eighteen-year-old Yeonseo who had never even kissed anyone before.

He’d promised to match her pace, but in that moment, he was so stunned he felt like an idiot. Then, trying to play along with the rhythm, he summoned the patience he’d already worn thin, smooth and polished from overuse. He felt some relief knowing there were still plenty of seasons ahead, but also a fresh worry that Yeonseo’s feelings might change within that time. The steady walls he’d built around his emotions suddenly shook—because of her, right now.

So, a demand this bold was okay. His reasoning was natural enough, as long as he didn’t touch her with his hands, it was fine. Since she’d only agreed to go as far as the br3asts today, he told himself he’d only look that far, keeping things within the bounds of their agreement.

But Yeonseo always surprised him at the crucial moment.

Her hesitant fingers hooked the waistband of her pajama bottoms and slid them down with a smooth motion. What he’d expected was just pants coming off—but there went the lace panties too, leaving her completely bare.