Why Not Call It A Draw? (2)

In a motel room that I found in a moment of impulsiveness.

I sat on the bed, slightly drowsy, looking at Baekdo and thinking,

'What should I do now?'

Things seemed to be getting strangely complicated.

Barely holding onto my sanity, I tied it around my forehead.

"Hoo…"

Calm down. Even if it's Baekdo, it must be all bravado. Wasn't she as much a blowhard as I was, living off her own arrogance? Cautiously, I sent Baekdo a meaningful look, trying to regain my composure.

It wasn't too late to stop and pretend nothing had happened. I sent her that desperate look.

"What… are you doing?"

Baekdo, drunk, cut off her speech intermittently. She seemed ready, fiercely gripping the hem of her t-shirt.

"Come on, don't come in. Keke."

That scene, rigid yet revealing the charm of her feminine body, would have been a spectacle for someone other than me.

Her naturally white-colored hair.

Her skin, lighter than that, was so white that calling her Baekdo (Peach) felt completely natural.

However, all I could see was her irritating face, not her attractive body.

Her confident eyes soared sky-high.

The provocative intent of her lips was enough to make my DNA revolt.

I decided to play a card.

"… Isn't Hwangdo watching you?"

"Now…? She's sleeping. She cried and fell asleep earlier."

"If it's your sister, then that makes sense. What about your master?"

"Cheondo goes to bed before nine if nothing's up."

The master had a cutely childish side, liked cartoons, and had a sweet tooth…

'That's not the point.'

Baekdo's words now meant there was no turning back.

Should I suggest making it a draw even now?

I was a bit emotionally heightened from the alcohol but still managed to maintain some sanity.

I needed to handle this myself. Otherwise, by tomorrow morning, we would be in a mess and tearing at each other's hair.

Just as I was pondering while looking at Baekdo, she provoked me.

"Staring blankly. You look like an idiot."

Baekdo's voice was faster and higher than usual, flushed with excitement.

Her usual speech had long since crumbled due to drunkenness.

No, it was probably her true manner of speaking that had slipped out. Alcohol does reveal one's true self.

Surprisingly, the drunken Baekdo's tone resembled that of a high school girl.

And the reason was, of course, alcohol.

The woman who even got drunk on wood knock-knock after I had left my beer unattended.

"Sigh… idiot. I knew it."

Baekdo continued to irritate me.

"I'm too good for my little brother."

I was human, too, and being drunk, I couldn't help but be annoyed.

Just when I thought I should get her completely drunk and send her off—

"Crappy premature…"

That sharp remark stabbed at my pride chillingly.

Those two words shot right at a man's pride.

"..."

Her rough words cut through my sanity.

"Why are you suddenly coming closer?"

I don't know. If I hit a few more bottles of soju later, the film might break on its own.

A small gust of emotion caused an avalanche. My heart, once tilted, created a great disturbance in my hazy mind.

One step. My roughly extended hand firmly grabbed Baekdo's shoulder. Her peach-colored eyes violently shook.

"You said you would."

A beautiful curve formed at the corners of her mouth. Let's see you do it. Her intention was clear, even without words.

I pounced.

Pushing her shoulders down onto the bed, I simultaneously turned off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into complete darkness.

I buried my nose in the nape of her neck, licking the end of her collarbone and slowly lifting my head.

The soft touch of her skin under my tongue vibrated with a peach fragrance in my mouth.

Gasp, sob.

Nipping at her neck, our cheeks touched.

Baekdo's hands, after ensuring I couldn't escape with her right hand, now roughly grasped her delicate-looking chin with her remaining hand.

I licked her lower lip, noticing a small resistance. Pressing on her cheeks with the hand that propped up her chin, I felt her give in.

Gasp.

My heated breath halted abruptly.

Just as I was about to kiss her, I turned towards Baekdo's ear and finally said,

"I'd let you see now."

"Inexperienced guy… huff, no surprise. So impatient…"

Click.

With a forceful motion from Baekdo, the restraint snapped open.

It was just a display of raw physical strength.

Baekdo's right hand encircled my waist, and one leg coiled around my left, ensuring I couldn't escape.

Her other hand slipped into my pants, seizing it firmly.

"...."

In silence, I gazed at Baekdo.

She had a triumphant yet slightly blushing expression as she slowly stroked the object fully ensconced in her hand.

Swoosh. Swoosh— the sound of her hand moving against my clothes.

Her right hand moved back and forth, quivering slightly.

I felt no pleasure.

There was something intriguing about watching Baekdo cautiously handle the unfamiliar object, but that was it.

As blood surged there, showcasing my boldness, Baekdo's body trembled.

"Are you sober now?"

"Already grown and acting like that. Didn't you like hearing, huh? Premature."

"Still not sober, I see."

I moved my hand again.

Just as I was about to seal her clenched mouth with a kiss, grasping her resistant chin,

Baekdo's hand, which had been around my waist, rose to cover my mouth.

"… Don't do this."

"Alright then."

I shifted my hand, sliding it swiftly into her black t-shirt.

The rustle of clothes filled the air. My palm felt her stomach, and my pinky brushed against her navel briefly. Baekdo inhaled sharply and held her breath.

As I pushed my hand further, I felt her slightly soft breast through the bra with the tips of three fingers.

The bra clung precariously to my fingernails as I lifted it.

The bra cup slowly ascended, exposing the warm softness that lay beneath.

A protrusion snagged on my finger.

"...."

I could imagine the expression on Baekdo's face, feeling everything through her body without even looking.

With the hand that had barely slipped in, I twisted her breast roughly.

"Gasp...!"

I squeezed between my index finger and thumb, and also,

"Gasp."

I twisted that protrusion directly.

"Groan."

With the edge of my fingernail, I pressed the tip of the nipple slightly. Near the areola, I rotated with the calluses on my fingers.

"Gasp, Groan, Gasp!"

Swoosh. Swoosh. She frantically shook her hand, but it only felt like pleasant stimulation to me.

A tear formed in the corner of Baekdo's eye. Her ragged breath touched my cheek.

The hot air showed no signs of stopping.

Her jaw was slightly open, clenched too tightly, her lips trembling.

"Groan… Gasp. Gasp!"

At the first moan, Baekdo, embarrassed, covered her mouth with her hand.

Did she realize?

The moment she couldn't use her hand, she had already surrendered to the pleasure.

I continued teasing Baekdo to my heart's content, purely indulging my own desires.

Grasping her black cotton T-shirt tightly in my hand, I tore it down.

The sound of tearing fabric echoed through the room!

Baekdo's ample breasts, half-covered by the loosely hanging bra, stood out sharply in the cool air.

The slightly inward-curved, pink protrusions were not perfectly round.

I pressed the center of one with my hand gently.

"Gasp, Gasp! Gasp!"

"You said you were saving yourself for marriage. Just give in and relax."

With her eyes tightly shut, Baekdo faintly shook her head.

I slid the bothersome bra down completely.

The underwear on her upper body now hung above her navel, leaving her full breasts completely exposed.

Baekdo's eyes trembled as she looked at me. Even in her drunken state, she seemed to feel shame for exposing her body.

But she would adapt, little by little.

Shame was just a temporary rejection of unfamiliar situations.

Eventually, she would adapt and become calm.

And if it happened during sexual activity, the feeling of shame could sometimes gently and slowly constrict the body.

If she noticed, she might even start to feel a thrilling pleasure from the fact that she was exposing her body.

It was an addiction, in a way, a twisted form of affection.

I didn't know why these thoughts were flowing through my mind.

I was confident I could elicit pleasure even from wooden people with my movements.

I lowered my left hand and pulled out Baekdo's hand that was inside my pants.

Baekdo's hand drained of energy, came out without resistance.

"Gasp…"

Baekdo, still covering her mouth. This time, I reached for a place more secretive, one she had never shown to anyone else.

The touch of the tight dolphin shorts was soft.

As I caressed her buttocks, Baekdo turned her head completely to the side. Now, her expression seemed cute.

'…Maybe I'm drunk too.'

Seeing even this woman as cute. Well, she was good-looking.

As I lowered my hand further, I started to feel the tightly closed place.

Between two thin layers of fabric, male and female flesh met.

A moist, dampness penetrated the fabric, wetting my fingers.

"I'm not sure how many times I've asked-"

I said to Baekdo.

"Did you feel it just now?"

Bluntly, without honorifics.

The awaited answer didn't come. Annoyed, I put my hand over her pants.

"Speak honestly."

I inserted my fingertips inside. I felt the tiny hairs at the tip of my middle finger.

"You felt it. You're drunk, so you won't remember anyway. I have to get up early tomorrow and sneak in while Shiba is sleeping. Tell me now, quickly."

"… Don't talk nonsense-"

Suddenly!

I thrust my hand inside, reaching for the tightly closed slit.

Baekdo shook her hips, but the pants held my hand in place, unable to move.

"Sto- Gasp!"

Baekdo's clitoris grazed my fingernail, and she nearly screamed in pleasure, hastily covering her mouth.

I slowly slid two fingers over the soaked, soft slit.

Baekdo's hips swayed from side to side.

A slippery fluid gushed more intensely below. I slowly moved my fingers toward that source—

"...Stop."

Baekdo spoke then.

"…Stop it."

Her voice was weak and delayed.

"It doesn't feel right."

Still drunk, her speech flowed naturally.

But this time, I couldn't stop.

"I gave you so many chances—"

Plop!

My fingers widened and entered the slit.

"Why are you doing this now?"

The slippery yet wrinkled spot tried to push out my fingers, but it pulled them in once they were deep enough.

"You said you were confident."

"Mia— Squeak, Squeak!"

"But why—"

"Squeak, Squeak. Sob."

"You're already going ahead alone."

The entrance tightened around my fingers.

It was so wet that I wondered if it was her first time.

As I stirred more vigorously, Baekdo frantically pushed against me and said,

"Gasp, stop, stop! It's strange… it feels strange…"

"What's strange?"

"…Third-class student… Ah♡"

Her trembling fingers tightly gripped my shoulder.

"…I don't know. Stop, please… just stop."

"Who's the amateur here?"

Squelch, squelch. The sound of her juices seeping out began to be audible.

While continuously moving my fingers, Baekdo spoke urgently.

"That's… Sob!"

"Who is it?"

"…Me, me."

"Who?"

"Baek, Baek… Ah…! Aaah."

Unable to finish, Baekdo covered her eyes with her arms and screamed.

"Aaaah… Gasp."

Drool trickled from the corner of her mouth.

As I withdrew my fingers, Baekdo's arched back convulsed at regular intervals.

"…Ah. Ah."

Her unfocused eyes somehow looked pretty at that moment. Unconsciously, I brought my lips to Baekdo's mouth.

Where had the fiercely resisting Baekdo gone?

She quietly opened her mouth to meet mine, extending her tongue inside.

"Suck, Gasp."

Hot breath blossomed between our lips.

Baekdo's face, which I glimpsed momentarily, seemed to deliberately avoid mine as she turned her eyes toward the blanket.

Yet her moving tongue didn't halt.

After sharing our warmth and saliva for a while, we embraced and fell asleep.

Unaware of what the morning would bring once the alcohol wore off.