Chapter 72: Adaptation

“Haah… Yunwoo. Yunwoo…”

Yoon Heesung pulled his lips away and called my name. His eyes filled my vision. The eyes I loved. Black and deep, with eyelashes settling over them.

“Lee Yunwoo…!”

The moment those eyes curved and he called my name once more, a strange pleasure boiled through my entire body. I gasped and opened my mouth wide.

I might have screamed, or I might not have made a sound at all. My waist shook wildly. My lower belly fluttered as if it was convulsing.

We came at the same time. The semen splashed up to my chest, and I couldn’t tell whose was whose.

I never believed that humans were creatures of adaptation. There are things in the world that never become familiar no matter how many times they repeat, things that stay foreign from beginning to end.

But maybe that saying was right. Otherwise, there was no way I’d have gotten used to something like this.

As if the way I’d raised my eyebrows at Yoon Heesung’s declaration had been a lie, I’d grown used to showing him my bare body within a few days. Yoon Heesung truly gave me nothing to cover myself with. He even hid the towel somewhere and only brought it out after washing me.

Now I was used to eating naked, watching TV naked. Everything.

It wasn’t that my sense of shame had disappeared. Something more important than that had vanished. But thinking about what it was gave me a headache.

“Hnn, ah…”

Even now, it didn’t bother me that Yoon Heesung was sucking on my chest as I lay sprawled on the sofa. When he forced my flat chest together to make the flesh bulge, I just watched and moaned.

Yoon Heesung groped my body all day long. There wasn’t a corner his hands hadn’t touched. Even my armpits.

He put even those in his mouth and sucked. He said they tasted good because they were smooth. It was only belatedly that I felt sorry for being born with almost no body hair.

While sucking my chest like he was nursing, Yoon Heesung looked up at me with just his eyes. It was the gaze I’d gotten used to, the one that observed me.

He stuck out his tongue and licked a wide circle around my areola, then pinched the wet nipple with his fingertips. When he twisted it, my waist bucked up.

“Ha, ah!”

“You seem to like having your chest sucked.”

I hurriedly shook my head. I prayed Yoon Heesung wouldn’t notice the heavy pressure building below.

“No, it’s not that. It’s just… because you touch me weirdly. So…”

“Even on the first day, your hole was clenching like crazy when I sucked your chest.”

“…”

Those words brought back that day. The act of him forcing his c*ck inside me, and the Yoon Heesung who had scared me.

At the same time, I was puzzled. Yoon Heesung hadn’t tried to insert himself even once since that day.

It seemed he’d taken a hobby of just stroking my body, getting me worked up, and making me come. Sometimes he rubbed his c*ck against mine, and sometimes he sucked mine, and whenever he did, he always groped my rear.

I was now so used to Yoon Heesung’s fingers poking around down there. When the bulging knuckles of his fingers tapped at the entrance, my lower abdomen ached.

…I’d gotten to the point where even this felt familiar.

“They say men don’t feel much through their chests. I guess you’re not like that.”

Yoon Heesung said that while pressing his lips against my nipple. His breath tickled my skin. He even blew on it on purpose.

I strained to hold back my moans. Then Yoon Heesung moved his lips from my chest to my upper stomach with wet, sucking kisses.

It didn’t stop there. His lips went further down. He licked his tongue over my ribs, and finally, he went down to just above my c*ck.

“Ah, ah…”

I let out the breath I’d been holding and curled my body up. As if telling me not to, Yoon Heesung stroked my lower abdomen with his hand. He pressed on it softly too.

But I curled up even more.

Yoon Heesung was quick to catch on about things like this.

“Do you need to go to the bathroom?”

I hesitated, then nodded.

I hadn’t been able to go since I woke up this morning, because we’d been stuck together the whole time. I’d been holding it in. Yoon Heesung clicked his tongue as if I was being foolish.

“You should have said something.”

More than that… he seemed annoyed that I’d endured it without telling him.

The Yoon Heesung of these days, who didn’t hesitate to bare his feelings, seemed to want me to fall completely into his grasp.

I wondered if it was just my imagination, but seeing him lift me up and carry me to the bathroom even now, it seemed about right.

I’d also stopped resisting Yoon Heesung, who carried me around however he pleased. Even if I resisted, he’d do whatever he wanted anyway. I didn’t want to waste my energy.

I’d given up on him holding my c*ck and aiming it for me too. But…

“…Don’t do the ‘shh’ thing.”

“Why?”

Having him go ‘shh’ like I was a little kid was hard to take. But Yoon Heesung asked why, just like always.

I was doing everything he told me to, but he wouldn’t even let me have this one thing. A sudden wave of resentment welled up in me.

I seemed to get choked up more often than before. Had my personality changed? I didn’t use to tear up this often.

Yoon Heesung clicked his tongue just like before.

“There, there. Got it.”

“…”

Then he quietly shut his mouth and held my c*ck.

The thought of Yoon Heesung watching made my body tense up again, and the pee didn’t come out easily. But when he pressed lightly on my lower abdomen with his other hand, it came right out.

“Hnn…”

Being used to it didn’t mean it wasn’t embarrassing. When Yoon Heesung looked down at me like he was observing, goosebumps rose on my skin.

I squeezed my eyes shut. When the yellow stream tapered off, Yoon Heesung wiped the tip of my c*ck with tissue, just like he always did.

He was still holding me from behind, washing my hands, when Yoon Heesung suddenly spoke.

“I’ve been wondering about this for a while.”

My guard went up. I wondered what he’d say now. He rinsed the soap off my hands, washed his own, and only then continued.

“You wouldn’t have shaved. Did you just never grow hair down there?”

“…”

I was self-conscious about not having hair down there. In fact, I barely had hair anywhere else.

I’d thought it was odd that Yoon Heesung hadn’t said a word about it from the first day until now. As expected, he’d caught a good opportunity.

He touched the area where my lower abdomen met my c*ck and asked.

“Why aren’t you saying anything?”

“Ah, heuk…!”

When I didn’t answer, he lightly scraped the skin with his fingernail. At the tingling sensation, I reflexively squeezed my thighs together.

“Um, I just never grew it. I don’t know why either.”

“You don’t have hair on your legs either. I guess you really are just like that.”

‘How did he know I didn’t have hair on my legs?’ But I’d already shown him every corner of my body, so being surprised about this was ridiculous.

But then Yoon Heesung suddenly said to me.

When he said that, I couldn’t help but be surprised again. Partly because he was sitting behind me.

When I tried to turn around, Yoon Heesung grabbed my waist to stop me. Then he pulled my waist toward his face.

“…!”

Obviously, I braced against the sink to avoid being pulled. But that naturally became the position Yoon Heesung had told me to take: hands on the sink, back arched out.

Yoon Heesung lowered the hand that had been holding my waist and kneaded my buttocks. The flesh was squashed this way and that under his large palm.

“Hnn… ah, wait. Don’t do that… it feels weird.”

Was it because Yoon Heesung touched my rear every day? Whenever he kneaded the flesh of my buttocks in that capricious way, I felt the hole below flutter open and shut.

I tried to twist my waist away, but the unfamiliar sensation from below made me flinch and stop all movement.

“You don’t have hair here either.”

“…”

“You know that?”

Every time Yoon Heesung spoke, his hot breath touched me down there. Even without looking, I knew the hole was opening and closing.

I hurriedly tried to straighten my back. But Yoon Heesung was faster.

“Yo, Yoon Heesung. You’re cr, heuk, don’t, don’t. Ah, ahh…!”

It was soft and wet. It wasn’t hard to figure out what it was.

A soft, squishy mass of flesh licked the entrance. His tongue dragged thickly over the tightly closed, wrinkled hole.

Then, when he sucked up handfuls of the surrounding flesh with wet, popping sounds, my waist trembled. Every time he turned his head this way and that, his high nose pressed into the flesh of my ass.

At the alien sensation, a tingling thrill shot up to the crown of my head.

“...Hnn! Ah, heuk! Ahhh!”

Then his tongue suddenly pushed inside. The soft but firm, thick mass of flesh felt completely different from fingers.

It felt like a living thing other than Yoon Heesung had entered me. It seemed to poke around and rummage inside recklessly.

At the feeling of my insides being violated, my waist trembled violently. I barely grabbed the sink to hold myself up.

His tongue went in and out like a c*ck. Each time, the rough surface of his tongue kept brushing the entrance.

A tingling sensation spread from my lower abdomen through my whole body like mist. I opened my mouth wide. My waist trembled.

I couldn’t struggle at all. Even when Yoon Heesung spread my buttocks wider and licked the stretched entrance, even when he slyly scraped it with his teeth, I couldn’t do anything.

Tears and saliva ran down my chin. I didn’t know what this feeling was. I just thought it itched down there.

When wet, squelching sounds came from below, my body grew even hotter.

“Ha, ah, ahh…!”

Then Yoon Heesung touched my perineum with his hand. When he pressed hard on the plump flesh, my stomach contracted sharply.

Eventually, my hands slipped off the sink. I writhed, sprawled over it.

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