New Normal - Chapter 43

His voice came out low and rough, and his eyes shimmered faintly with heat.

…So it’s finally happening.

Jisoo bit her lip, then gave a hesitant nod. The moment she did, Chae Juwon’s face came closer. His lips were already half parted, and as he leaned in, hers instinctively opened too.

The second she sat back down on the bed, he dove right in like he’d been holding back for far too long. He kissed her hard, not even giving her time to breathe—but she welcomed it without resistance.

Thump.

Their tangled bodies fell back onto the bed.

Chae Juwon devoured her mouth like a man starved. Oddly enough, there was a desperation in him tonight. Bracing one arm beside her head like he didn’t want to put his weight on her, he leaned in deeper, his tongue slipping in again.

This kiss—this one was definitely different from the one in the car.

Maybe it was the setting.

Maybe it was the confession.

But whatever the reason, they were both a little shy, like it was their first time. Still, the skill in their movements betrayed that hesitation. His tongue slid in without a flicker of doubt, curling around hers with fluid precision.

As he kissed her, he effortlessly untied the sash around her robe. Just as naturally, Jisoo slipped her hand under his shirt and ran her fingers along his abs.

Unlike her tentative tongue, her hands were bold—and the moment her fingertips brushed his skin, Chae Juwon flinched.

Maybe encouraged by her touch, or maybe just too turned on to hold back, he sucked on her tongue like he’d been dying of thirst.

It hit her again. His kisses were always a bit intense. Overwhelming, even. But he was good at it. Not that Jisoo had a ton of people to compare him to—but still, she could just feel it.

“Mmh…”

Wet sounds slipped out between their locked lips. His tongue rubbed against hers, then swept across the neat line of her teeth before gliding tenderly along the inside of her lips.

Still bracing himself on the bed with one hand, he began to tug at her robe with the other. The layers came undone quickly, falling away with just a few movements of his hand.

As the kiss deepened, Juwon took her hand—the one that had been trailing across his abs—and guided it into his pants. Placing her hand on his c0ck, he gave her a husky instruction.

“Hold it gently… and stroke it slowly.”

Before she could even respond, he cupped her jaw, tilting her face to kiss her deeper, tongue sinking further into her mouth. Caught in the heat of the kiss, Jisoo’s trembling eyelids fluttered open just a little.

Half-lidded, his face was completely immersed in her, consumed by heat and focus.

Her fingers clumsily wrapped around the thick shaft of his c0ck—far too big to fit in just one hand—before she shifted her grip, gently rubbing the head with the palm of her hand.

As her thumb moved in slow, teasing circles, her eyes fluttered shut—and in response, his movements grew rougher, more intense. His prominent nose crushed softly against her cheek as his mouth opened wider over hers.

“Haah…”

He nibbled her upper lip, then the lower, before plunging his tongue deep again, curling and twisting, over and over. Finally, he pulled back just enough to look at her.

Still locking eyes with her, he cupped both br3asts—still covered by her bra—in his large hands. The heat of his palms burned through the fabric, making Jisoo bite her lip instinctively. Her hand, which had been stroking him, froze.

She slowly withdrew her hand from inside his pants and opened her eyes. Juwon never took his gaze off her flushed face as he began kneading her chest, slow but firm.

“Hnn…”

Had her br3asts always been this sensitive?

Jisoo had never really touched her own br3asts much—not growing up, not even later. And when her previous boyfriends had handled them, it never did much for her.

She knew her br3asts were on the larger side compared to others.

But she never liked how they looked under clothes—too heavy, awkward. During her period, they’d get sore and swollen, to the point where she sometimes wished she could just take them off and set them aside.

But now… she had no idea they could feel this sensitive. Maybe it was just him—maybe that made the difference.

“It feels good. Soft… and warm,” he whispered, lips brushing her ear.

The words sent a shiver shooting straight through her, a buzz of electricity crawling down her neck to her spine.

Beneath his palm, her bra crumpled, and the soft swell of her br3ast was squished firmly under his touch. Still gripping her through the bra, Juwon slowly slid his hand downward—slipping his fingers underneath the fabric.

“Ngghh…”

Her soft, full br3asts squished and shifted like jelly under his hand, the hardened peak of her n1pple pressed firmly against his palm. Every time his thick fingertip flicked lightly at the sensitive bud, short gasps slipped from her lips.

“Ha… hnn…”

When his rough fingers pinched her n1pple between his knuckles and gave her br3ast a firm squeeze, the wetness between her legs deepened, soaking into her panties.

“Haa… Juwon…”

Every time he kneaded her chest with that strong grip, a sharp jolt of pleasure shot down her spine. Then he kissed her again—his lips moving in sync with the slow thrust of his hips. His tongue tangled with hers, his hand gripped her br3ast, and his body pressed against the soaked heat between her thighs through his pants. The simultaneous stimulation was overwhelming. Jisoo trembled beneath him, her body shivering in response to it all.

“I want to suck on them.”

Chae Juwon murmured low against her lips.

Her bra, which had long since shifted out of place, was no longer doing its job. Before Jisoo could even nod, he slid his hand behind her and unhooked it with one hand. The tight wire that had been pressing into her chest suddenly released, and the sensation made her eyes fly open.

“Wait— haa… Juwon, hang on…”

She broke the kiss and pushed him back a little, hesitant. Her tongue retreated, her breath uneven.

She’d just remembered—she hadn’t shaved under her arms.

She hadn’t planned on having s3x today, and her quick shower earlier hadn’t exactly included grooming. It threw her off.

Juwon, like a rock, didn’t budge at first. But when he finally sensed her subtle resistance, he reluctantly pulled back, clearly not thrilled about being stopped.

“Now what?”

Lying above her, Chae Juwon somehow managed to feel intimidating even in that relaxed position, looking down at her.

“What is it now?”

“I’m not… ready…”

“Ready for what, exactly?”

“…I didn’t shave,” Jisoo admitted breathlessly, her voice small.

As the words left her mouth, she instinctively crossed her arms over her chest to cover herself.

Juwon let out a soft chuckle and gently pulled her arms away. Mortified, Jisoo squeezed her eyes shut.

Her legs, her arms—even her underarms. She hadn’t shaved a single thing. She never thought she’d end up in bed with someone like this.

But instead of reacting the way she feared, Juwon just stared at her quietly, his gaze soft and steady. Slowly, he blinked.

“Shin Jisoo… your body is really beautiful.”

At the unexpected compliment, her eyes fluttered open. He was looking at her like she was a piece of art—utterly captivated.

At that, Jisoo let out a crooked smile, somewhere between a laugh and a frown. She wasn’t even sure if she was supposed to feel flattered or embarrassed.

What she did know was that his words had made the damp patch in her panties even worse.

“Your underarms, the shape of your br3asts, your waistline, your ass—everything’s perfect.

Except for the underwear.”

His added remark finally made her laugh out loud.

Instead of answering, she turned her head and buried her face into the blanket. The bedding was soaked in Juwon’s scent—a fresh, citrusy aroma with a hint of cool eucalyptus. Something about it was strangely arousing.

“Chae Juwon… you’re perfect too.”

“Which part? My c0ck?”

“…Yeah.”

He let out a breathy, half-assed laugh and gently bumped his forehead against hers. It was a surprisingly tender gesture, and Jisoo, touched by it, wrapped her arms around his thick neck.

Her fingers slipped into his soft, dense hair, and she closed her eyes, melting into the kiss they shared.

“Mmh…”

Her legs fell open, and the weight of his lower body pressed firmly between them. His tongue moved slowly, deeply, tangled with hers, as his hips began a slow, deliberate grind. The heat of his erection—trapped behind soft cotton—rubbed directly against her core.

“Ahh… mmm…”

The front of his sweatpants bumped repeatedly against the soaked fabric of her panties. Every time he rolled his hips like he was already fucking her, the pressure made her cl!t throb through the damp cotton.

Her underwear was drenched. She could feel her arousal gathering, wet and slick, and it shocked her just how much her body was reacting.

She’d never been this wet before. It was embarrassing—yet incredibly thrilling. She wanted something heavier. Harder.

Even without looking, she was sure the front of his gray sweatpants had darkened with her wetness.

“Uuhnn…”

Her speech was slurred, the words melting into their kiss.

Each movement of his hips made the coarse hem of his white T-shirt drag against her bare chest, grazing her n1pples and making them ache. They stiffened instantly from the friction.

When he finally broke the kiss and pulled back, his breathing was ragged. Then he sat up, chest rising and falling.

His eyes dropped to her chest, lingering on the hardened peaks of her n1pples—small and firm against the soft swell of her br3asts.

Seeing them made him gulp.

“Shin Jisoo… you’ve got big br3asts, but your n1pples are tiny,” he said, eyes locked onto her chest.

Jisoo let out a shaky breath, her chest rising and falling as she covered her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Huhh… is that a problem?”

“Nope. Just… cute.”

He grinned playfully, a dimple denting his cheek. His deep, espresso-dark eyes shimmered with heat.

Jisoo couldn’t help but laugh with him—until she suddenly pushed him away.

Surprised by the sudden distance, Juwon lifted his eyes, confused.

Blushing, Jisoo slowly sat up and slipped off her robe. Grabbing the bra that had been twisted out of shape, she used her arm to shyly cover her chest.

“You take yours off too, Chae Juwon.”

“What?”

“I’m the only one naked. That’s not fair,” she said, pouting slightly.

Letting out a rough breath, Juwon didn’t hesitate. He grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it off in one smooth motion, tossing it aside.

His solid, muscular chest was fully exposed now, and Jisoo inhaled sharply at the sight.

“I took it off. Now show me again.”

“…More.”

With her legs pressed together and arms wrapped across her chest, Jisoo gave a small nod toward his pants.

That silent gesture was enough. Juwon looked at her, saying nothing—just staring straight into her like he could see right through her. The intensity of his gaze made her lower her eyes, suddenly self-conscious.

“You’ve already seen everything a few times. What’s there to be shy about?”

He gave a casual shrug, then quickly yanked his pants down.

In one motion, he stripped off both his sweatpants and underwear. His c0ck sprang out with a soft thwack, fully erect.

Thick, dark hair framed the base, and the heavy shaft stood proudly, flushed and rigid against his lower belly. The tip glistened, slick with precum.

Jisoo swallowed hard.

It was huge.

Not just thick—but long, too. The kind of size that made you stop and reconsider your life choices.

If every other c0ck she’d seen was like a zucchini blossom, this one was a full-grown zucchini. No question—it was the real deal.

Just as she was trying to find the words to express her stunned admiration, he asked, a little too eagerly—

“Happy now?”

Faced with the full display of his bare body, Jisoo slowly reached behind her back and unhooked her bra.

The bra slipped from her fingers and fell limply to the floor. In that exact moment, the naked man moved fast—pushing her down onto the bed and climbing on top of her. Without hesitation, his mouth latched onto her br3ast.

“Ah!”

With her pinned beneath him, he took her small n1pple into his mouth, sucking hard—not just the tip, but the entire soft mound around it, like a starving child latching onto milk.

He moved between both br3asts, taking turns, until finally, he locked his lips around her right n1pple, rolling it with his tongue like he was kissing it.

At the same time, his free hand tugged and pinched the left one, sending a shocking wave of pleasure through her body that made her twist beneath him.

“Hnnngh…!”

Relentless, he kept his eyes on her face as he worshipped her chest. His long lashes dipped and lifted with each flick of his gaze, never once looking away.

“You taste sweet.”

The deep hum of his voice sent a strange vibration through her belly, curling low and sharp. The unfamiliar rush of sensation made Jisoo bite her lip, trying to keep it together.

His mouth finally left her br3ast, only to trail downward—nipping along her collarbone, planting kiss after kiss over her pale curves as if he meant to leave a mark at every stop.

As his lips reached her stomach, Ju-won’s hand slipped beneath the waistband of her panties, lifting them slightly. When his fingers brushed between her thighs, Jisoo nearly let out a sharp gasp.

“Ju-Juwon… wait, that place is…”

“I want to see it too.”

“……”

“Show me.”

His dark brown eyes were locked onto hers, filled with something soft but unwavering. That gentle insistence made it hard for her to refuse. Hesitating, she brought her hand toward her panties—only for him to shake his head.

“Keep them on. Show me with your panties.”

The request was so perverse that she shot him a look, stunned, before biting her lower lip.

“…How…?” she asked, her voice barely more than a whisper.

“Just pull it aside a little.”

It was an embarrassingly specific request. But Jisoo, who always followed through when told, gave a tiny nod.

She had never done anything like this before. Her hand was just about to move her panties aside when his fingers, which had been gently grazing her flat lower belly, paused. He leaned in and murmured softly.

“Can I just do it instead?”

She nodded slowly, and the moment she did, he moved like he’d been waiting for permission. With one hand, he slid the fabric to the side. Jisoo flinched at the sudden exposure as his gaze zeroed in on the sparse curls and the wet heat between her thighs.

“…Stop looking,” she whispered.

Embarrassed, she instinctively tried to close her legs, but he wasn’t backing down.

“You’re soaked,” he murmured, almost to himself.

He flashed a teasing grin, eyes lingering on her crotch for a beat before yanking her panties down in one swift motion and spreading her legs. Jisoo gasped, her eyes going wide in surprise. In the same breath, he dropped to his knees and leaned in, his gaze fixated on the heat between her thighs.

As if it were something he desperately wanted to taste, the man fixed his gaze on her pvssy, gripping her panties in one hand. He brought them to his nose, inhaled deeply, and even gave them a slow lick. Jisoo squirmed, pushing at his knee with her foot.

“D-don’t,” she said, shaking her head.

“Why not? It’s not like you’re wearing them anymore.”

“That’s perverted,” she muttered.

“Wanna try licking it too, Shin Jisoo?” he teased, still holding her panties.

Jisoo frowned in disgust. “Excuse me, Cha—”

“Then how about I suck it instead?” he whispered, pressing his knee between her slick thighs and rubbing lightly.

A moan escaped her lips before she could stop it, her head tilting back.

“Hha… suck… where?”

He smirked. “Where do you think?”