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Chapter 1 (Part 4)

It was a deep kiss for someone who just entered adulthood, and when their tongues tangled, goosebumps broke out all over Seol's body, and she twisted her waist. 

A tingle passed through like an electric current along her spine. Alas, it wasn't enough, she needs some more, and she rocked her hips on instinct. 

Jean's hand slipped under the front of her open shirt and grabbed her breast. 

"Ahhh!" Seol moaned out a sound of satisfaction. It felt good to have her breasts touched, and she wanted more, more, more. Her heat wouldn't subside. It bubbled up like a froth, and she wanted it to rise even higher. 

Jean unhooked her bra. Seol felt like it was easier to breathe now that she was free of the binding and pressing material. 

Jean's large hands began to cup her bare breasts. "Hmph-" 

With a whimper, Seol pressed her breasts into his hand. As Jean cupped her breasts, his fingers pinched her nipples and twirled them, and she let out a moan. 

Something then blanked inside her mind. Her lower abdomen tingled. "I can't believe you came with just your breasts," Jean said in a low voice. His voice was dangerously full of desire. 

Karims comes into heat two or three times a year. These periods, lasting three days to a week, are when they let go of their sexual restraints. 

Most of the time, Karims take birth control pills in this period, but lovers and couples often enjoyed mating without it, or what Jean had been told. He'd never held a woman in her heat before.

He'd heard stories of the actions of females during their estrus periods, but he'd assumed they were pornographic and exaggerated. But here she was, in front of him, and Jean swallowed hard. 

If he did anything more than touch her, he felt like he'd lose it and cling to her. He shouldn't. This was just to temporarily satisfy her libido, to ease her estrus. 

With that rationalization, Jean peeled off her panties. Already sticky and wet, they didn't look like they would be easy to put back on. Jean finished unbuttoning her shirt. He took a bite out of her breast. 

"Hic-!" She grabbed his hair. Jean flicked the tip of his tongue over an already erect nipple, then sucked hard. Seol shook her head and sobbed, 

"Ah, no-ah, yes. Mmmmm-" 

Seol couldn't tell if she liked it or hated it. The corners of her eyes heated up, and she felt tears threatening to fall. She whimpered as he teased her hardened nub. 

A light sheen of sweat drifted down her body, thick with an intoxicating scent. Jean licked her breasts. The sweet, fruity flavor gave him the urge to continue chewing on her. 

Seol's fingers dug into his hair. Her hips bucked, a desperate gesture as if she had nothing else to cling to. Her head was dizzy, and each time he sucked hard on her breast, she made a sound of her own. Heat pooled in her lower abdomen.

His large hand cupped her other breast, which was empty, and twisted her nipple, pulling it up. Seol flailed. The pleasure was stronger than the pain, and when he squeezed the tender nipple with his thumb, then pinched it again, she arched her back, moaning. 

Raising his head, Jean took the other breast into his mouth this time. And this time, he moved his other hand between her legs. 

"Aaah!" 

Lightning flashed before her eyes. Seol lifted her waist. Ever so gently, Jean stroked across her labia, across the sensitive flesh in the center, and her clit. 

His sucking and fondling of her breasts were strong, but his hands underneath were delicate. Already oozing with nectar, his fingers were quickly covered in the sticky liquid. But every time he cupped the tiny bump, more and more of her juices gurgled out, soaking his hand with stickiness. Jean kissed her and said. 

"Good girl. Open your legs." 

Seol sobbed and shook her head. At the same time as she wanted to spread them, her last voice of reason was screaming with embarrassment. 

"Easy, Seol. You're a good girl, no?" Jean soothed, pressing his thumb against her clit and twirling it. 

"Hic-!" 

Seol's breath burst from her lungs of its own accord, and she flinched, her whole body twitching as if she'd been harpooned. Jean's fingers gently pressed against her clit, tickling the vagina beneath. 

"Spread your legs. Hmm?"

His tone was uncharacteristically gentle, almost childlike. Seol gulped and obediently spread her legs. The vagina he was touching tickled. She wanted him to put something inside her. I want you to stick it in me. More, more, all the way inside. 

Jean looked between her legs. "You're so eager to eat." The words slipped out of his mouth in a stinging, erotic way. Before she could respond, his finger slipped inside. 

"Ahhhh-" 

She gobbled a moan. Jean swallowed hard. The folds inside were curling around his fingers, tightening, inviting him in further. 

Jean slid his index and middle fingers inside. Seol's waist squirmed. It was almost obscene, the way she writhed to eat his fingers. Jean wanted to push his fingers deeper, no, he wanted to push his own (👀). The desire to see her wrap her legs around his waist and tighten as she climaxed, worsened. 

Jean exhaled a long breath and withdrew his finger. Seol's waist followed, then dropped. 

"Okay, lie down here." 

Carefully, Jean laid her down on the bed. Seol stared at him with questioning eyes as he moved away and spread her legs. He buried his face between her legs, thinking, he had to end this before he went too far. 

Seol's eyes widened at the unthinkable. Her faint voice of reason sounded an alarm. 

"What are you do-" She started, reaching up to push herself upright, but his tongue slipped out in the small gap.

Seol gasped for breath, tears started streaming from her eyes. Jean grabbed her rebellious knees and pinned them, teasing her clit with his tongue. 

"Ah, stop, team lea-, ahhhhhh!" 

Seol begged. Something was coming. The pleasure swelling inside her was terrifying. But Jean didn't stop. If anything, his tongue moved even more sweetly. 

With each hard suck, each hot mouthful, the snowy sheets clenched. Seol sobbed as Jean's hands caressed her inner thighs. 

She shook her head. Heat tickled her lower belly like nothing she'd ever felt before. His fingers slipped carefully inside her. His fingers slid into her with ease. Deeper than before, his fingers swirled her nectar and rubbed her folds. 

 "Ahhh-ah...... Haa......." Seol moaned, arching her back. Jean's fingers stimulated the back of her clit, a sensitive spot. As he did, he sucked hard on the nub. 

"Aaahhhhhhhh!!!" She screamed in pleasure, a pleasure, unlike anything she'd ever felt before. Her toes curled, pushing against the sheets, her hands clawing at his hair. Her hips bucked.

Her back spasmed obscenely as she rose through the air. The heat that had been bubbling in her lower abdomen exploded in a single burst that seemed to pierce through her head. 

The liquid of ecstasy flowed out of her. Seol gasped and shuddered, then sagged back on the bed, exhausted. Jean kissed her. Seol moved helplessly against his tongue. 

The blue-and-gold eau de toilette came undone. Carefully smoothing down Seol's tousled hair, Jean looked down at his lower half. It didn't look like it was going to calm down. He picked Seol up and carried her to the other clean bed, tucked her under the covers, and headed for the bathroom. 

It didn't look like he was going to get away with it. As Jean closed the door and walked out, Seol felt sad. 

Even though she'd come to her senses a little bit, there was still a little bit of that "just a little bit more" desire niggling at the back of her mind. 

She'd learned about this in school, but it was nothing like the real thing. Seol staggered and rolled over. But her whole body was weak, and she could only support herself with her hands. 

"Mmmm-mmmm," 

She whimpered as her fingers stimulated the tiny bump, and she shifted her hips. But it felt like a completely different stimulus than Jean's touch. 

Just then, the door to the break room opened with a soft click. Seol thought that Jean must have returned, but she couldn't stop the fluttering in her stomach. 

The footsteps paused, then approached her bed. Seol was completely buried in her pillow, panting and concentrating on her hands.

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T/N: 👀 Damn, I know I'm weird but I'm giggling to myself as I translate this. 
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