NOVEL WEB Chapter 4 - If You Just Listen to That...
Chapter 4 – If You Just Listen to That…
Leona was embracing me from behind as if I were a toy.
My teacher blew a soft breath into my right ear.
As the hot breath swept through my ear,
My body trembled.
I could tell my face was bright red without looking in a mirror.
Because a moan escaped my lips.
‘Ugh… Stop…’
‘Playing hard to get? How cute.’
It’s embarrassing.
Like I’ve become a small dog that enjoys being petted.
I felt even worse knowing Leona was probably making a smug expression behind me.
I struggled in my seat, disliking the dry yet moist breath,
But she caressed my body as if petting an animal.
She was left-handed.
Leona’s left hand eventually burrowed into my body,
Like a cat’s paw in a mouse hole, it buried itself inside my collar
And stroked my soft lower abdomen.
Just a few centimeters. If it went down one hand span lower, it would immediately touch my erect penis.
It felt strange.
But what was more shameful was her right hand.
Leona’s right hand gently traced my face
And was tickling under my chin, as if commanding a puppy.
Something feels odd.
Usually, she didn’t engage in such intense, almost caressing actions.
It’s so different from before.
It’s as if she’s testing how far she can go with foreplay without stimulating my genitals,
How to please a man
Testing every erogenous zone on my body.
Feeling good is one thing, but being physically entangled with this woman is unpleasant in itself,
Yet there was something in this genius’s handiwork that made one desperate.
As if she knew exactly where the pleasure points were,
With the feeling of releasing the fatigue from my tired body,
My eyes slowly closed again without me realizing.
‘That’s right. Rest well. It’ll be over soon.’
After working all day and skipping meals, early sleep was a temptation hard to resist.
If only you weren’t here, I feel like I could rest properly.
Leona changed the position of her hands again.
Left hand deeper into my lower body.
Her right hand now traced a slow arc around my mouth, caressing it.
From the feast, her fingers smelled of lemon, pepper, and olives.
Whether she had shown off her cooking skills herself, the aroma of grain soup, oily salad, and flour noodles lingered strongly.
There will be a chance to talk about Leona’s cooking skills later, but
I’m hungry.
To me, who had skipped meals all day working and practicing, these fragrant hands,
Leona’s fingers with their aromatic scent were an irresistible temptation.
When she pressed her index and middle fingers lightly against my lips, they parted helplessly.
‘Yes… that’s right…’
Leona murmured as she played her fingers over my face.
Her soft thumb grazed my cheeks and lips as if licking them.
The first joints of her index and middle fingers entered my mouth
blooming with fragrance.
‘Lick it.’
Indeed, her fingers smelled deliciously as she commanded.
Was it deliberate, or because of a culture where people rarely use forks even when they’re available?
Either way, her demand was cruel.
Cruel, yet persistent.
She caressed the mucous membrane inside my mouth gently, but with an unyielding determination.
Her slender fingers became wet with saliva.
The two fingers seemed to mark their territory
staking themselves like posts here and there inside my mouth.
I felt my dry tongue becoming sticky
whenever her now-heated fingers touched it.
Should I say I licked them, or not?
My mouth was open, but you were the one caressing, so I’d like to say I maintained my dignity.
‘You’re obedient. Let’s keep it this way.’
Leona said that and moved her fingers more broadly inside my mouth.
Very slowly.
So slowly I could barely feel them entering.
First she stroked the tip of my tongue, then the roof of my mouth. Then the inside of my cheeks.
As if she thought there was an erogenous zone at the base of my tongue, her fingers explored deeper.
Past the first joint, to the middle of the second joint. And then beyond…
‘Cough.’
I was so entranced by the irrefusable atmosphere that I didn’t realize I was choking.
When she tried to go deeper, I shook my head and quickly spat out her fingers.
Damn. This is a strange experience, but how do women manage to suck a cock?
Leona was looking down at me from above with a peculiar expression.
It gave me chills.
She’s not thinking whatever she wants, is she?
No. She definitely is.
I bet you.
She must be intoxicated with the feeling of having accomplished something she hasn’t done before.
I can tell by that satisfied expression with the corners of her mouth slightly turned up.
When I placed my hand on her wet fingers and gently pulled them away,
Leona withdrew her hand as if she had no complaints.
‘…Why are you like this today?’
‘I told you. If you’re too tired, just close your eyes and rest. I won’t take long. You have to work tomorrow, right?’
I was dumbfounded seeing that she was still thinking about putting me to work even in this situation.
‘…No. Why are you acting like this to me?’
‘Why? Because I like you. You know that, right?’
What is she saying now.
In my previous life, I received about seven or eight love confessions,
but I’ve never heard such nonsense before.
I wondered if this was happening because of some grudge from rejecting them all back then.
I seriously contemplated whether I had lived my life so badly that I deserved to fall into this strange world.
Leona, unable to read my mind, slowly turned my body to face her,
looked me straight in the eyes and said,
‘Why that expression? Is love that bitter to you?’
No, I’m just dumbfounded.
‘That’s all because you only know pity and don’t know what affection is. Now try taking it off. Let’s do it once today. You need to know what a woman is to properly create art.’
Searching for a response to her arbitrary and nonsensical self-dialogue,
I shot back,
‘…It’s true I’ve never dated a woman before,’
‘Yes. Good boy, good. You’ll give it to me, right? Your purity.’
‘Please listen to me until I finish. That’s not love. Even I know that, though I’ve never dated.’
If what you’re doing is love, then I’m Jesus Christ.
I’m confident I could love every person passing by.
I wanted to say that,
but even a man must sometimes hide his true feelings.
No, I’d be fortunate if she didn’t ask who Jesus was in the first place.
Perhaps speaking informally was my small act of rebellion.
As if she didn’t need an answer, Leona fiddled with the corner of my mouth,
slightly smeared her wet finger on my lips and said,
‘I feel this good every time I see you, if this isn’t love, then what is it?’
…Isn’t that just lust?
‘You don’t know much, but everyone changes their mind once they know a woman, that’s what I’m saying.’
‘That, caring for the other person when dating… don’t you have any of that?’
As I listened, I became increasingly incredulous.
I recalled how couples often fight over such things.
Why do you take me lightly and always try to have sex? Something common among couples.
I don’t know what it’s like to be in a relationship since I’ve never been in one, but I’ve heard about it.
‘How can you say that when your big sister cares for you so much? You’re my only disciple. I’m doing all this for your own good.’
This woman always brings up the master-disciple relationship whenever she feels she’s at a disadvantage.
Yet she’s the one trying to put her hands between someone else’s legs.
I carefully removed her fingers that kept trying to cross the line.
It’s absolutely not that I dislike sex because I’m gay or anything.
But she already treats me like this while calling me her disciple
If I become her dedicated fuck-hole—in this world they call it a ‘pussy pick’ comparing it to a toothpick—
I’m sure by then she’d have me waiting naked on my knees outside her door.
Is she planning to make a twenty-year-old man wear nothing but an apron or do naked dogeza?
I shuddered at the absurd imagination.
‘So. You’ve already touched my butt, shoulders, and thighs all you want, why are you suddenly so desperate about not being able to sing the sex song?’
My heart tightened at the thought that if this continues, I might really end up falling for this woman.
I can’t let that happen.
‘For a boy, you sure have a dirty mouth. Um… you know, sis received a letter at today’s banquet? Did I mention my sister’s junior? That playboy living in Perugia. He told me that men naturally need to be handled firmly to listen. He said once you swallow them with your pussy, there’s no hope.’
To think that a shy person would say something like this. This world is truly ridiculous.
I couldn’t help but sneer, my lips spreading in an ugly grin.
How pathetic it is to see a peerless beauty touching someone else’s body with that stupid look on her face—
You can’t understand how pitiful it is unless you see it yourself.
‘He said he’s moving here next year. Should I tell him to live nearby?’
Damn it. I’ve never seen anyone who got involved with this person end up well.
It’s obvious. Whoever that person is, they’ll probably die young from an STD.
Having two people like this around is worse than death. Now she’s talking about a threesome.
‘I don’t know. If they’re your friend, it’s obvious. They probably only know how to seduce men and just party all the time.’
‘He works hard.’
‘Look who’s talking about always partying.’
‘Hey now. This is all human observation, you know? Anatomy is important for sculpture too.’
At least she’s calling it sculpture instead of playing with mud.
My mood lightened a bit as I said,
‘…Fine. Let’s just go to sleep.’
‘You’re feeling better now, aren’t you? Right? You liked it when I called it sculpture?’
‘Ah. No, really.’
Honestly, it does feel good. Damn it.
‘And let me say one more thing. Weren’t you the one who came onto me first?’
‘…When did I ever do that?’
‘Do you know how much I’ve held back for your sake? Living in the same house with a woman and walking around in your underwear all the time. Being fully erect first thing in the morning from day one. Trying to go out just like that.’
‘All men are like that.’
What, could it be that men here have weak erections?
No, that can’t be right. These honorary females, I swear.
It’s not that—it’s because I only have one pair of underwear.
‘I don’t care about that! You keep talking back. I set up a sexy mood and you ruin it like this? After I’ve taken care of you for a month, you should know how to give back. How can you have no conscience? Do I ever charge you for food or rent?’
Her way of speaking is something else.
Why am I being made out to be the one at fault?
No matter what I say, it funnels into lecturing like a cone—should I call this the boomer speech pattern?
‘If you have a brain, use it to think a little. Right? An apprentice boy swinging his hips around like this every day. And wearing such thin clothes.’
‘…It wouldn’t be so annoying if you bought me clothes while saying that.’
‘There you go talking back again! And you don’t even wear what I specially bought for you!’
Regular clothes are for going outside. In the studio, let me be comfortable.
It’s not like I’m working naked. What am I, a performance artist?
Still, I can’t give in so easily.
I heard in some movie that you shouldn’t give what the other person likes for free.
‘…Fine, then let’s forget about sex and just touch each other before sleeping. I’ll explode if I just listen to everything you say.’
‘Seems like you’ve finally come to your senses. I’m doing this because I care about you. Go somewhere else and you’d be lucky not to get raped. Someone flaky like you should be grateful—’
Damn it. I can’t take it anymore.
If I could just shut this woman up, I’d give her my body a hundred times over.
‘Shit! Shut up!’
‘You swear at your heavenly master? Do you need a beating to come to your senses?’
‘…I really can’t live like this. You can touch me. We can have sex, do whatever, just make a few promises with me.’
‘Just when I thought you’d come to your senses, you’re stating the obvious. What is it?’
As Leona said this, she grabbed my pant leg without waiting for an answer.
The sensation at the tip of my penis was electrifying.
This is too much, even for her.
‘Let go and let’s talk!’
When I chopped down on the arm gripping my crotch with the side of my hand, she immediately released her grip.
‘Ouch. What is it?’
‘Just three things. Stop making me work every day, let me go outside the house again, and give me some money.’
Knowing she’d go ballistic if I mentioned the curfew from the start,
I deliberately made it sound like no big deal.
Leona stared intently at my exposed thighs before answering.
‘When have I ever starved you? You should be grateful for learning a trade, but kids these days just want money—’
This is driving me crazy.
‘Listen carefully. If you open your mouth one more time without giving a proper answer, I’m just going to leave. You can live alone.’
Leona pressed her lips together and glared at me with a contemptuous expression.
What are you going to do if you’re upset? Weren’t you supposed to like me?
As my master’s face grew increasingly grim, I slightly crossed my thighs while sitting in the chair.
Her eyes shifted to the center of my crotch.
Wow. This is fun.
I raised my voice slightly. Flirting. Flirting.
‘You know…’
My master, who had been staring as if unable to forget the sensation of touching my penis just now
At my swooning voice, he looked down at my face with a start. He’s quite tall.
‘If you just listen to that, you can… have me.’