Chapter 35
Unlike my chart which was mostly triangles and X’s, his was dominated by circles.
As I scanned through his list with my eyes, which looked like he had thoughtlessly drawn circles in every single box without any consideration, I bounced like a taxi passenger going over a speed bump without slowing down. I almost spit out the coffee I was drinking.
“Go!”
“Go?”
His puzzled eyes turned toward me.
“Golden shower?”
Only then did his eyes narrow as he grasped the reason for my panic. He grinned with a lewd expression and pulled out a tissue from the pocket hanging on the front seat to wipe the coffee that had dripped down my chin.
I quickly snatched the tissue from his hand. At this moment, he felt like the most dangerous person in the world.
Golden shower. What the hell… Why would he want to watch someone urinate? No, this just means he wants to watch, right? Surely… surely he doesn’t want me to do that… on his body, or want to do it on mine… right?
Whichever it was, it was an absurd act. I crumpled up the tissue I’d used to wipe the coffee and threw it at his chest, saying firmly:
“Don’t even dream about it.”
He caught the tissue ball with his hand and made an aggrieved expression.
“Why not? I can at least dream about it. The desire itself is entirely mine, arising and disappearing within me. As long as I don’t force it on Jung Jiin-ssi, you don’t have the right to tell me not to even dream about it.”
“Oh really? Then dream away to your heart’s content. There, you can see the X mark on my list, can’t you?”
Golden shower wasn’t all. His list was full of landmines the further down it went. Except for very hard and violent plays like torture, lynching, blood, and multiplayer… almost every box was filled with circles. My face grew increasingly furrowed.
“It would be faster to just look for the places I marked with X’s. You said you were a hunter. Said you had no sadistic tendencies and weren’t a dom. But why are there circles next to things like dogplay, waxing, and spanking?”
When I complained while shoving my phone screen right up to his nose, he gently wrapped his fingers around my wrist and pulled it down.
“Since we agreed to fill it out honestly, I approached it faithfully for now. And why do you only think these are things I want to do to Jung Jiin-ssi? There’s also the option of me receiving them from Jung Jiin-ssi.”
“……”
I was momentarily speechless. My eyebrows twitched as I stared at him in a frozen state. Down the slope, on the road we had passed, an ambulance rushed westward with urgent sirens blaring.
The option of me doing it to him. Treating someone like a dog, dripping candle wax on their skin, hitting places like their butt or cheeks?
“……”
I tried to imagine such plays I had never considered before. The fact that the first emotion that came to mind was not rejection but curiosity. That was bewildering.
“Here, coffee splashed on your glasses too.”
He pushed the cup holder from the center console between the driver and passenger seats and set his coffee down in the holder. “Just a moment,” he said as he removed the glasses from my face and pulled out several more tissues to carefully wipe the lenses.
“Even if I circled something, I absolutely won’t force anything that Jung Jiin-ssi marked with an X. So don’t be angry.”
My gaze watching his profile as he held up the glasses to eye level to check their transparency still held wariness.
“These don’t have prescription. They’re for disguise. Since it’s just me here now, you can take them off, right?”
He set the glasses with their flat-folded arms down on the center console. His gaze examining my face without glasses was still meticulous, as if engraving each feature onto his retina.
“Ah, there are marks.”
His long, straight index finger approached and gently rubbed both sides of my nose bridge alternately. Since I had never had this kind of ticklish skinship with anyone before, I simply offered my face as he did what he wanted.
Of course, I had memories of the kind that made trembling start from around my chest and cause churning. But past memories that remained only as unclear images—faint scents, a few intense lines, the heat of touching body temperature, and the weight of a body pressing down in confusion—were like a beginner’s out-of-focus photographs. It was hard to consider that proper dating.
The hand that had been rubbing the slope of my nose bridge slid toward the tip following the silhouette of my nose. The index finger that reached my lips after passing the philtrum slowly traced the outline of my lips.
Swoosh. The sound of fabric brushing against leather seats was meaningful as he leaned toward me. The finger that had been touching my lips slid to my chin. In place of the hand slowly moving downward along my neckline, his lips came close.
“Kissing was a circle, right?”
Even though we’re not in a dating relationship, what meaning does kissing as a standalone act, not part of play, have?
I kept drawing lines within myself to clarify the relationship between him and me, but in other words, that meant the lines would become ambiguous if I didn’t consciously maintain them.
Two lips cooled by coffee lightly touched each other. When he tilted his head, the soft flesh rubbed against each other at strange angles. Little by little, he deepened the contact while caressing and licking up my lower lip. Smack, smack. The lips that had been merely cold at first gradually became warm as they got wet with each other’s saliva.
The lingering flavors of tiramisu and coffee that had been dessert remained on the lips. The same scent probably remained on my lips too. As if savoring that, he took my lower lip in his mouth and slowly applied pressure. The pain sharp enough to hurt applied to my lips was already imprinted on me as pleasure.
“Mmm…”
A moan escaped—whether it was a plea of pain or a transmission of excitement, I couldn’t tell. I shook the cup in my hand to hide that moan. But even the sound of ice clinking against each other didn’t sound wholesome in this atmosphere.
A sweet sigh flowed from his lips as he slowly released the lip he had been holding and chewing in his mouth. To avoid going out of control, his broad shoulders rose and fell regularly and greatly as he tried to control himself.
Without moving further away from the distance where our nose tips touched, he pressed a tongue-less kiss firmly down on my lips. With our lips still touching, I spoke in a low voice:
“I can hear the sound of your mind working from here, right now.”
He separated his lips and licked my upper lip with his tongue tip.
“How is my mind working?”
We were both pretending to be relaxed, but our voices were tightly locked. He didn’t know how to leave the front of my lips. Smack, smack, smack… Kissing here and there on my lips, he stroked down my arm. Going down to my wrist, he took away the coffee cup from my hand. With my freed hand, I fiddled with his earlobe.
“You’re probably working hard to combine plays that can be executed right now from the items I marked with circles or triangles on the list.”
“Mm… fellatio, deep throat, masturbation, handjob…”
Having safely placed the coffee cup in the holder, he stared into space. Squinting his eyes and slightly lifting his chin, he folded his fingers one by one. He had memorized accurately in such a short time—I felt like I should pat his butt and praise him.
When I covered his mouth with the hand that had been touching his earlobe, his sparkling eyes changed expression and curved in disheveled laughter. Then he pulled my hand down and pounced on me. There was no time to escape. The kiss became much rougher than before. Scraping my lower lip with his teeth and chewing it, he seemed to want to bite my lip hard enough to burst it.
“This is why… you took off my glasses, right?”
As if fleeing from him, I dragged my butt backward toward the door. He pressed his right knee on the seat and chased my lips. The car window quickly touched the back of my head. As if he had been waiting for me to have nowhere to retreat, his lips suddenly came closer. Without separating our lips, rubbing the surface of tender skin against each other ticklishly, he said:
“Even if you were wearing glasses, I like that in its own way too.”
Once again our lips overlapped deeply. I placed my hands on his shoulders that completely blocked my view. Wrapping his firm neck with both hands, I gently rubbed his Adam’s apple with my thumbs. Finding that pleasant, he crushed my lips even more fiercely while tilting his jaw.
“Mm, mmm. Mmph.”
His hand that had been gripping the headrest tightly slid stealthily inside my thigh. My body naturally squirmed at the stimulation of him groping near my cock. No, I shouldn’t. When I tried to grab his wrist and pull it up, he rubbed his nose tip and lips while speaking coquettishly:
“Handjob was a circle too.”
“……”
That was true.
“Just kissing while… I’ll make you come with just my hand. Hmm? That’s okay, right?”
“……”
Okay, what… what’s okay…
Having cornered me against the door and almost climbing on top of the seat, he burrowed into my nape and kissed, smack, smack. Many emotions crossed in that brief moment. While sticking my fingers into his hair and disheveling it as he changed direction from the right side of my nape to the left side to kiss… my heart was already weakening.
Since the permitted time was short, I had only tried not to start if I couldn’t see it through to the end, but I hadn’t not wanted it either.
“Ah! Ugh, hng.”
When he rubbed his lips at the base of my neck then pulled the skin with his teeth and chewed, I grabbed his hair tightly. The pressure of his shoulders pushing against my chest like an angry buffalo was sweet. Even though he could have easily brushed away my hands trying to stop him, he waited for permission while only massaging the inside of my thighs.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
