New Normal - Chapter 44

The man who had asked repeated the question while rubbing her pvssy with his knee—slow, deliberate pressure that made Jisoo gasp. The obscene motion sent waves through her body, and the moans slipping from her lips grew harder to suppress. She pressed the back of her hand against her mouth, trying to stifle the sound.

He let out a quiet chuckle, then lowered his head without hesitation.

“Ah—!”

Jisoo flinched at the damp breath brushing against her down there, her body jolting with a startled shiver. But she couldn’t move—he had her pinned in place.

“You don’t like it?” he asked, looking up at her with his eyes slightly narrowed.

“…Uh, n-no.”

“Then?”

“…Ah, no. I-I do. I like it… mm…”

She twisted her body without even knowing what she was mumbling anymore. Juwon, watching Jisoo flushed and burning up right in front of him, finally lowered his mouth.

Gripping her thighs, he buried his face between her legs. Jisoo squeezed her eyes shut and tilted her head back, clutching at the sheets.

Her cl!t was slightly hidden.

Nestled between the soft patch of pubic hair, Juwon gently pushed the mound upward. The swollen, flushed nub flipped out and fully revealed itself.

“This part’s cute too… Shin Jisoo,” Juwon murmured, eyes gleaming like he was admiring a rare jewel. His tongue moved delicately, as if the tender little nub was a precious pearl he didn’t want to damage.

Then, like a dog lapping at water, he buried his lips between her folds. It was hidden so deep he had to press his whole face into her. He licked her up greedily, and Jisoo twisted her hips wildly, gasping for breath.

The pleasure was overwhelming—unlike anything she’d ever felt before. Clutching the bed sheet in a desperate grip, she finally reached out and grabbed a fistful of his hair.

“Juwon, w-wait, stop…!”

His hair a mess, Juwon looked up at her with the cl!t still between his lips.

“Really?” he asked, voice low and rumbling.

A shiver ran down her spine at that sound. The sharp, electric pleasure made her shake her head side to side, squirming beneath him. She wanted to get out of this somehow— and at the same time… she didn’t want to at all.

In her struggle, Jisoo kicked at his shoulder—but he didn’t seem to feel a thing. He stayed there, solid and unmoving like a rock.

He glanced up again to check her face.

“You really want me to stop?”

Jisoo eventually threw her head back, staring up at the ceiling. She could feel the tension tightening every muscle in her neck.

Meanwhile, Juwon—he liked seeing her like this. Torn, unsure, completely at a loss.

His eyes locked on the curve of her throat, exposed as she bent her head back, and he started moving his tongue again. Her pale skin flushed red—so red it looked like it might burn.

Every wet flick of his tongue made her body react involuntarily, helplessly. Her thighs trembled, spread wide—then clamped down around his temples like she was trying to hold on to something.

“Haah… Nnghh—!”

Just from the stimulation on her cl!t, a soft orgasm rolled through her. Her body trembled, and a slick gush of arousal spilled out of her.

Huh. That didn’t take long.

Juwon licked his lips, still wet.

Guess what they did in the car earlier hadn’t been enough. Remembering how she hadn’t been all that wet at first, he lowered his head even further.

Her entrance was located more toward the front, closer to her pubic bone than her anus. As his fingers traced lightly over her lower belly, Juwon’s mind quickly ran through the options.

Missionary’s probably better than taking her from behind.

Not that he ever intended to start with doggy style. It’d be way more thrilling to watch her face flush red as he moved inside her.

What position would be the most comfortable…?

If he had her sit on top, it might go too deep. Better to start with missionary and ease in slowly, measure the depth as he went.

Having made up his mind, Juwon ran his tongue around her urethra and entrance. The sudden touch made her jolt, hips twitching in response.

“N-not there—!”

Jisoo’s voice cracked, and her body twitched so vividly it made Juwon smirk. He liked how responsive she was—but at this rate, it was getting hard to keep teasing her properly.

He tightened his grip on her thighs and forced her legs open wider.

Unable to close her trembling lower half, Jisoo was left completely exposed, helpless and flustered.

Juwon moved his mouth up from her entrance, sucking on her cl!t again before slowly dragging his lips downward like he was tracing a line. Her calves tensed, and her toes curled tight.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

She didn’t answer with words, but her body said it all—arching her back like a bow, hips twisting in response.

Pleased, Juwon smiled and gripped her tightly so she couldn’t move. Then he pushed his tongue in deep, slick and deliberate. Jisoo gasped over and over, her hips jerking up on their own.

“Mmnh… ah—ahh!”

He sucked her tiny cl!t into his mouth again and, at the same time, slowly slipped his middle finger inside. It went in easier than he’d expected.

But still…

She’s tight. Way too tight.

Even after all that licking, she could barely handle a single finger. Forget his c0ck—even the tip might be too much right now.

He’d have to take his time. Really open her up.

His c0ck was already rock hard—so stiff it made his lower stomach ache—but Juwon didn’t care if he came tonight or not. As long as he could make her lose her mind, that was enough.

…Well, no. He was going to come. He was just trying to sound noble.

Juwon, who had more patience in bed than most, began flicking at her cl!t with slow, gentle strokes of his tongue—like he was licking ice cream. With his other hand, he fumbled upward and began circling her n1pple in slow, teasing spirals.

The effect was immediate. The double stimulation had her squirming wildly beneath him.

“Mmnh—no, I-I don’t… like this… ah! J-Juwon, ah—!”

“You’re supposed to say it feels good,” he replied, pretending to scold her with a low, stern voice.

She tried to hold back her ragged breaths, but it was useless. Her hips jerked up again, and his name tumbled from her lips.

In that moment, a gush of slick wetness spilled from her entrance. Juwon instinctively closed his eyes, the sharp, heady scent hitting his nose. He smirked in satisfaction, lips curling at the corners.

Yeah… that’s more like it.

His face was soaked, but Juwon didn’t care. He lifted his head slightly and buried his nose into Jisoo’s soft patch of pubic hair. His tongue slid between her folds while he nuzzled the mound with the tip of his nose.

“Jisoo,” he murmured.

“Hah… hngh… mmn…”

Every time her chest rose and fell with shaky breaths, he could see the flushed, trembling flesh of her body shifting, spreading softly beneath her.

“My goal tonight,” Juwon whispered with a mischievous grin, “is to watch you come over and over again.”

Even in her dazed state, Jisoo shook her head in protest. But her body told a different story—her flushed, eager entrance fluttered between her swollen lips, practically begging for more.

Still grinning, Juwon slowly slid in his middle and index fingers. She flinched at the intrusion, but he moved patiently, carefully. When his long fingers found the bumpy, sensitive spot inside her, Jisoo bucked like a fish caught on a harpoon—trembling and writhing in his grip.

There it is.

While softly sucking on her cl!t, Juwon began stimulating that spot deep inside her. He stroked it gently, almost like he was leaving a mark, and—

“Aah!”

Jisoo cried out, the sound sharp and raw.

Startled by how loud she’d been, she immediately slapped a hand over her mouth—but the moans kept slipping out anyway.

Her honesty turned him on. Juwon let out a low, satisfied chuckle.

Her body, already pushed through multiple orgasms, reached another peak with almost no effort. Her moans broke into shaky fragments, and slick strings of arousal stretched and clung between her thighs.

Only then did Juwon finally pull his mouth away.

“Haa… ahh… mmh…”

Jisoo was panting like an animal, tears welling in the corners of her eyes. A glistening trail had run down her temple—it was almost heartbreaking.

Juwon sat up and gently kissed her sweat-dampened forehead before carefully positioning himself between her legs.

“It might hurt a little,” he murmured.

Reaching toward the nightstand, he grabbed a condom. He tore the wrapper open with his teeth and started rolling it on. That’s when her teary gaze dropped to what he was holding—and then to him.

“…Why?” he asked.

“It’s just… kinda curved,” she said softly.

When he asked, she fumbled for an answer, clearly flustered. Even in this state, she’d taken the time to inspect it—he couldn’t help but be a little stunned.

No doubt about it—she was seriously curious about his c0ck.

It was thickest in the middle, with a slight upward curve and a pale, almost creamy tone. Watching her glance sideways at it through tear-brimmed eyes was oddly adorable—and honestly, a little funny.

Holding back a laugh, Juwon leaned forward just a bit, as if to give her a better look.

“So, were you that curious about it?”

Juwon teased, watching as she shrank back into the pillow, her head pressing deeper into the bed. She turned her face away again, shaking her head with a flustered, overwhelmed look that he found ridiculously cute.

“It’s gonna feel good. I promise,” he whispered.

After sliding the condom on, Juwon slowly ran his hand along the inside of her thigh, stroking gently, deliberately.

He spread her open with both hands, drawing out the heat gathered between her legs. Jisoo let out a thin whimper, twisting her head to the side.

Juwon leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. Bracing himself on one elbow, he wrapped his other arm gently around her waist.

Slowly, he started to push in.

The moment the tip of his c0ck touched her entrance, Jisoo sucked in a sharp breath.

“I-it’s… it’s too b-big…”

“You’re okay. Just relax,” Juwon whispered beside her ear, his voice low and steady.

Under the soft glow of the room, damp moans and heavy, sticky breaths tangled in the air between them.

As the tip began to press in, slowly carving a path through her tight entrance, Jisoo’s whole body tensed up. The strain etched deep lines between her brows—clearly, it hurt.

“Ah, it hurts… it hurts—Nngh…”

“Relax,” Juwon murmured, his voice low but firm.

Seeing her whimper like that, trembling beneath him, he finally stopped moving.

Gritting his teeth, Juwon pressed his molars together and leaned down again, stimulating her cl!t to help her relax. As her arousal slowly built back up, he began easing in once more.

Jisoo let out a low, feline moan—half pain, half unfamiliar pleasure, wrapped together in one trembling breath. And that was just from the tip inside her.

She was already squirming, caught between the sharp sting and the slow bloom of pleasure. Drenched in sweat, Juwon paused to study her face, concern flickering across his own.

“Jisoo… are you okay? You’re really tense right now. We can stop, seriously…”

His voice was gentle, coaxing—trying to reassure her. But it didn’t seem like she even heard him. Instead, her arms wrapped tighter around his neck, clinging to him.

A bead of sweat rolled down Juwon’s forehead, sliding off and dropping onto her somewhere. But Jisoo, trembling with tension, didn’t even notice. She was too tightly wound, too consumed by everything happening inside her.