Honey! I'm Sorry Again

Han Sae-joon's breath caught in his throat as her slender fingers curled around his wrist, guiding his trembling hand down between her legs.

The damp heat of her panties greeted his palm, soft, soaked, forbidden.

"Noona... you're so beautiful," he whispered.

He wasn't lying. In a pornwha world, men could be average. But women? Women were crafted to awaken lust, each one more devastating than the last.

Her lips curved into a wicked smile.

"As long as you know... you'd better cherish noona more." Her eyes glinted as she leaned closer. "You were staring here the whole time, weren't you?"

Her other hand snaked down, groping the hard bulge beneath his boxers.

"Do you want to impregnate noona?"

His breath hitched.

"H-How do you know?"

A soft, husky laugh escaped her lips, brushing against his ear.

"Noona had many men in her life... she knows little tricks like this."

His cock twitched against her palm, painfully hard. He swallowed hard, trying to steady his breathing, but the way her hips shifted, pressing his hand tighter against the damp bush of her pussy, made his mind go blank.

"You wanted to touch me this badly?" she whispered. "Perverted little dongsaeng... I knew you were craving noona."

His fingers twitched unconsciously, brushing against the soaked fabric.

Before he could push further, her lips crashed against his.

Hot. Wet. Dominating.

Her tongue slid into his mouth, teasing, curling around his own, tasting him like she owned him.

It wasn't the first time.

Every night, when he fell asleep, she'd sneak into his room, practicing her filthy fetishes on him. Leaving traces, faint lipstick smudges, the lingering scent of her perfume.

He knew.

But he endured.

Their noses collided as she devoured him, moaning softly into his mouth.

When she finally pulled back, a thin strand of saliva connected their lips, breaking only as she leaned close to his ear.

"I bet you've been jerking off to noona every night... haven't you?"

His throat bobbed.

"N-No... I only did it once..."

"Pfft... liar." Her smile curled wickedly. "I could feel your eyes devouring me... but you don't get to have me that easily."

She stood up slowly.

And so the towel fell.

Now her soaked body, extremely sinful, was exposed, but there was no shame on her face.

Her breasts bounced as she stepped closer, water droplets gliding down her creamy white skin.

Han Sae-joon stood up to take a better look.

But...

Her hand pushed against his chest, guiding him step by step until his back hit the cold bathroom wall.

For a second, he thought she'd finally let him have her, but instead, she smirked and shoved him out through the door.

The wooden door clicked shut.

His cock throbbed painfully beneath his boxers, still twitching from the taste of her tongue... from the feel of her soaked panties against his palm.

"Noona... so that's how you wanna play?"

A low, breathy chuckle floated through the crack.

"Did you really think you could eat noona already?"

Han Sae-joon's pride flared, but his aching cock betrayed him.

He clenched his fists.

"I'm not that kind of man, noona..."

Silence.

Then her voice, soft, sultry, dripping with cruelty.

"Noona isn't an easy girl... but if you beg like a good little boy, maybe I'll let you taste me."

He gritted his teeth.

He wanted to scream, You're a bitch... a woman with a reverse rape fetish! And you have the nerve to say you're not an easy girl?

But he endured.

Swallowing his shame.

Suppressing his lust.

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[ Lust Gauge: 96 % ]

[ Corruption: 69% ]

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Han Sae-joon returned to his room, his cock still throbbing painfully beneath his sweatpants.

He clenched his fists, trying to calm down.

The cold water from the shower barely helped. Each time he closed his eyes, all he could see was Seo-yeon's soaked body, her breathless whispers still echoing in his ears.

He quickly changed into fresh clothes, a loose t-shirt and gray sweatpants, then made his way to the dining room.

As he sat down, his mind couldn't let go of what had just happened in the bathroom.

"System... why is there so much difference between the Corruption value and Lust Gauge? Can I fuck her tonight?"

[ Ding... Host, you can do whatever you desire. The system given by Lonely Cupid does not restrict carnal desires. ]

[ However, maximum Destiny Points will be awarded if Corruption and Lust values reach 100% simultaneously. ]

'Corruption'

Sae-joon's lips curled into a smirk.

"A woman with fetishes, huh? If Noona wants to ruin me... I'll give her the chance."

Meanwhile.

The soft creak of the bathroom door snapped him out of his thoughts.

Seo-yeon stepped out into the hallway, her damp hair falling in loose waves around her shoulders.

She wore a thin white t shirt, oversized and loose, but the damp fabric clung to her curves, making the outline of her bare breasts visible underneath.

Her thighs were exposed beneath the hem, smooth and pale, the faint pink of her panties peeking out whenever she moved.

Sae-joon's throat bobbed.

His eyes glued to her body, the sway of her hips, the faint glistening sheen on her thighs.

'So delicious'

She caught his gaze instantly.

A teasing smile curled on her lips.

"You look hungry... Should I cook something?"

Sae-joon tore his eyes away, pretending to focus on the table.

"...Yeah, I'm starving."

Seo-yeon giggled softly.

"Then come help noona in the kitchen."

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The kitchen was small, too small.

Seo-yeon stood by the counter, tying her damp hair into a loose ponytail.

The scent of lavender shampoo filled the room.

"Come here... tie this for me."

She handed him the apron without even turning around.

Sae-joon's heart pounded as he stepped closer, close enough to feel the warmth of her freshly bathed body.

His hands fumbled with the strings, brushing against the smooth curve of her back.

The apron was small, too small for her chest.

The knot barely held as her soft breasts pushed against the fabric, creating an irresistible gap at the sides.

She didn't react.

Or maybe she was pretending not to notice.

But when he leaned in to tie the knot tighter...

His cock brushed against the curve of her ass.

Seo-yeon's body tensed, just for a second.

Then she went back to chopping vegetables, humming softly, as if nothing happened.

Sae-joon swallowed hard, stepping back with his heart pounding in his chest.

[ Lust Gauge: 98% ]

[ Corruption: 75% ]

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He sat back at the dining table, watching her cook.

Every movement felt sinful, the sway of her hips, the slight and soft bounce of her breasts beneath the T shirt.

By the time she served the steaming bowl of ramen, Sae-joon's cock was painfully hard again, soaking his boxers with precum.

Seo-yeon sat down across from him, resting her chin on her palm.

"So... how was school?"

Her voice was casual, yet playful.

But the way her eyes glinted made him wonder if she knew exactly what she was doing.

"...It was fine."

"Really? You don't sound convinced."

Sae-joon kept his head down, shoving noodles into his mouth.

Seo-yeon leaned forward slightly, her loose shirt falling open just enough to flash a glimpse of her bare cleavage.

"Did any girls confess to you on your first day?"

He nearly choked on his food.

"Noona... what kind of question is that?"

Seo-yeon giggled, covering her mouth with delicate fingers.

"I'm just curious... My little dongsaeng is growing up, after all."

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After they finished eating, Han Sae-joon escaped to his room, locking the door behind him.

His cock was still painfully hard.

But tonight... he wouldn't jerk off.

He could feel it.

Noona would come to him.

Just like every night.

The only question was... how far would she go this time?

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( End Of This Chapter)