I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 369: 18+

“Mmgh!!”

This time, with the resolve to finally push things forward, he pressed in completely and kissed her with passionate intensity.

He locked Go Seonyul’s body tightly in his arms, biting at her lips again and again, while simultaneously caressing her body.

Her slender waist, the sudden swell of her hips, and thighs that felt tightly wrapped in firm tension.

One hand traced down along that route, while the other traveled upward, brushing faintly along her spine and hesitating near the strap of her bra.

Just moments ago, Go Seonyul had insisted, “I really didn’t mean it like that,” as an excuse—but now she awkwardly gripped his waist, returning the kiss in a clumsy manner.

And by "returning"—she wasn’t pushing him away. She was trying, albeit poorly, to kiss him back.

If she really didn’t have any thoughts in that direction, if she truly hated this, she would’ve shoved him away already.

For someone who claimed she only took covert pictures of him and even kept photos of his dick purely for “artistic reference,” she was being very forward.

“Noona, you seriously don’t have any dirty thoughts, huh?”

“Hnn... y-you’re the one who suddenly...”

“So you’re saying you matched my rhythm?”

His hand slid onto her chest.

Earlier, she’d grabbed his wrist the moment he touched her.

But now, she still awkwardly held onto his waist.

Squish.

He gave a gentle squeeze.

At that moment, Go Seonyul gasped—“Haah,”—her lips parting as she exhaled a hot breath.

Her expression heated up, and when she looked up at him, her face practically begged for another kiss, so he kissed her again right away.

Her back and the back of her head bumped against the wall with a dull thud, and he pressed into her even more as he kissed her.

He had no time to think about how she might respond—he just lost himself in kissing her mouth, deep in that frenzy—until he finally pulled back after quite a while.

Go Seonyul, catching her breath with a sharp inhale, stared up at him for about ten seconds—

—and then suddenly grabbed his face and lunged in.

Oh.

She crashed her lips into his, forcefully shoving forward.

It was a surprisingly bold move.

Responding to her rhythm, he found himself lying sprawled across the sofa before he even noticed—

—and Go Seonyul was on top of him now.

She broke the kiss with a gasp, panting, her mouth slightly open.

Her tongue peeked out, a line of saliva dangling, almost falling.

He caught it in his mouth, sucked lightly, and pressed their lips together again.

And once again, she pushed him down and covered him.

Maybe she’d done this a few times before, but at least now her movements had matured a bit—she traded kisses with more awareness.

He held her tight and savored her beginner's rhythm, certain now that he was her first.

That electric thrill, the pure rush—

He sank into Go Seonyul’s body for several minutes, immersed in a bliss that couldn’t be replicated.

And when she pulled away again, her flushed, fully aroused face hovered over his.

“What do you think of the title ‘Kiss’ for this piece?”

“...I—I like it.”

She confessed in a low voice as she lowered her face again for another kiss.

But when he blocked her with the palm of his hand, her eyes widened—and then trembled like she’d just been wounded.

“You only gonna look at one piece the whole time?”

“H-huh...?”

He moved his hand away and gave the flustered girl a quick peck on the lips.

Then, holding her in his arms, he stepped down from the sofa.

“I’ve got more pieces, you know.”

“Ah...”

He leaned in close to her ear, still dazed and hazy, and whispered:

“Sex.”

“Mmgh...!!”

The moment the word landed, the girl in his arms instinctively squeezed her thighs together and bit her lip hard.

“You said you liked the kiss. This one’s even better.”

“Uuhh...!!”

Frozen stiff, her hands hovered awkwardly like a nerd with no idea what to do.

She’d been plenty forward up through the kissing—but this clearly hit her differently.

Well... she was a virgin.

It couldn’t be helped. The first time is always like this.

‘Still, going all the way here would be a bit much, right?’

Aside from the discomfort of not having a bed, the real issue was the security cameras—this was a museum, after all.

Kissing was one thing, but going further? That’d be a little much. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Even if they had a perception filter on them, still...

“Wanna go? To enjoy the next piece?”

“Ah...”

Their foreheads pressed together, lips barely apart like they were about to kiss—

—and when he whispered to her like that, Go Seonyul, after a moment of hesitation, gave him a soft kiss.

“...Yeah.”

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Go Seonyul still often works on her art in her private studio in the museum’s basement.

Sometimes she stays there for several nights at a time, so a proper bedroom has been set up as well.

“When you first... pressed your lips against mine—

No, more precisely, I should say they didn’t press so much as they gently wrapped around mine, yeah?

The pressure I felt then, the softness, and the faint, prickly texture—I could sense it all so vividly that... I was kind of flustered.

And then there was your hot breath flowing in, and that... that lump of a tongue coming in all at once...”

Go Seonyul’s studio was filled with works she’d created.

From paintings in simple styles to sculptures that looked half-finished and roughly cut.

And as she looked at them—maybe something triggered her—she started rambling again.

‘...Maybe we shouldn’t have changed locations.’

Back when she’d been all worked up and turned on, she just wore that blank, needy face and gave in to her desires.

She hadn’t started lecturing like this back then.

A shame, really.

‘Still... seems like she enjoyed it.’

For someone who got her first kiss thrown at her out of nowhere with no foreplay or atmosphere, she was responding pretty damn well.

Was this what they called an enhanced sexual dominance effect?

“...I always try to structure and analyze every sensation and act.

When emotions come crashing in, I want to understand why those emotions came crashing in.

So... ah, when sudden pleasure hits like earlier, I have to figure out what caused that pleasure...

Because only then—”

As they passed through the studio and finally opened the door to the bedroom, he pounced on her at once, turning her body and closing the door behind them.

“Haah...!! Mu-Muyeol...!”

“The cause of pleasure is simple.”

He kissed the flustered girl again, and now that they were alone, he began stripping off her clothes.

“!!!”

Judging by her reaction, it seemed she’d never experienced a situation where someone—especially a man—undressed her and exposed her skin.

Even as they kissed, she tensed up several times.

Apparently, she didn’t have the presence of mind to take off his clothes in return, so in the end, he had to remove his own pants.

With both of them nearly naked, he pulled her onto the bed.

“Kyah!”

The soft mattress bounced slightly, kicking up a bit of dust—but that much was tolerable.

“Mu-Mu-Muyeo—”

He silenced her with a kiss and guided her hand to his cock.

Her fingertips barely brushed the shaft—and she jolted in shock.

But when he kept pressing her hand against it, she eventually fumbled around and grabbed it.

“Haaah...”

Even after he pulled back from the kiss, she didn’t let go.

“I-It’s... hot... and big...”

“You’re soft. And big, too.”

He said as he fondled her breasts, and she winced with one eye squeezed shut.

“How does it feel, having your boobs touched?”

“Uuh... w-well, when your hand touched me... the weight and the pressure made me experience this sort of complex awareness...”

“Complex awareness?”

That was definitely not something you'd expect to hear during sex—but that just made it more interesting.

You know how, when a conversation derails way too far, someone ends up blurting out “Great Hilarimountain” or some nonsense like that?

I couldn’t help but wonder just how far our dear Go Seonyul could go with the absurdity of her words.

There was also the curiosity—how exactly would Go Seonyul describe sex?

“U-uhm... Rather than simply defining it as ‘tactile sensation’—”

Sluurp.

As I listened to her “explanation” (if you could call it that), I dug into her body.

My lips brushed from the edge of her cheek to the line of her jaw, then moved down—where her jaw met her neck—and finally buried into the nape of her neck, biting and sucking like it was mine.

Each time I did that, she let out an adorable little moan—hyaaak-—but even then, she never let go of her narration.

“L-Like... it’s as if—ngh—as if my chest is saying, ‘I’m right here,’ even though it’s my body... in that moment... it didn’t feel like it was mine...”

Smack.

‘Yeah, no... I still prefer filthy talk over this kind of commentary.’

I kept listening, but... sorry, Seonyul, this just isn’t my thing.

I prefer things a little ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) more raw and explicit.

“—So,”

“But noona.”

“U-uhm?”

I paused my exploration of her body and met her gaze.

Then I gently started fondling her breasts.

“Ahh...!”

More than I expected, she seemed to really feel it when her breasts were touched.

Me? I can touch my own chest and not feel a damn thing.

“Try saying it a little filthier.”

“F-Filthier...???”

“Yeah. I want to see the vulgar version of Go Seonyul.”

“V-Vulgar, you say...! I’m not that kind of—!”

I spread her legs and positioned myself between them.

Unlike me—who had already taken my cock completely out—she was still wearing her underwear. But when I laid my cock right on top of it and put some of my weight down, I could feel just how wet she already was.

Slide.

“Hnngh...?!”

“I’m not into those academic-sounding descriptions. I prefer something more straightforward. And—”

I brought my hand down and slipped it inside her underwear.

All I did was enter the inside of her panties, and yet I could already feel heat and moisture radiating against the back of my hand.

Press.

“Kyaaak?! W-Wh-Wh-What...!”

“You’re such a filthy woman, noona.”

I slid a finger into her pussy and gave it a gentle stir.

Even with just one finger, her pussy tightened around it with a slurping chuwap chuwap sound, greedily sucking me in—and in doing so, it gushed out a flood that soaked my finger completely.

I showed it to Go Seonyul.

“Look at this.”

“Ah...!!”

“This is the juice that came out of your pussy.”