As True as a Dream Chapter 101

But then Yi Ho suddenly let out a laugh he seemed to have been holding back and said with a sigh.

 

“I want to sleep with you, Hae-Joo.”

 

“What?”

 

Hae-Joo was dumbfounded.

 

He wished her a happy birthday and now he wants to sleep with her?

 

Where was this story going?

 

“…Technically speaking, are we sleeping together now?”

 

“No.”

 

Yi Ho rolled onto his stomach, supporting his upper body with his arms, and leaned toward her.

 

“I just… want to hold you.”

 

There was a certain pleading in his low, whispery voice.

 

Hae-Joo nodded, mesmerized by the inexplicable warmth in his voice.

 

Then Yi Ho, who had just moved over to the futon where she lay, turned her over.

 

Then he hugged her from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder.

 

He never hesitated when he meant business.

 

The heat of his chest against her back made her heart pound.

 

“New Year’s Eve.”

 

Suddenly, Yi Ho whispered in her ear.

 

“It’s my birthday, New Year’s Eve.”

 

Hae-Joo was stunned.

 

New Year’s Eve was the last day of the year.

 

Nowadays, people would say the last day of December, or the 31st, but not the old-fashioned New Year’s Eve.

 

For a moment, Hae-Joo wondered but was quickly distracted by the tightness of his hand around her waist.

 

“Come on, is there something you want?”

 

“You.”

 

A hint of mischief in his tone made Hae-Joo’s lips curl and she spoke again.

 

“No, a gift, not me.”

 

“Nothing. Just you.”

 

Sometimes this man could be condescending, other times he could be nonchalant and frustrating, and other times he could be brutally honest, which baffled her.

 

When he said he wanted her, he probably meant something else.

 

Suddenly, Hae-Joo thought of the secret part of Yi Ho’s body that her hand had gripped earlier today, that hard yet soft spot.

 

Instantly, her face heated up, and her entire body came alive against his back.

 

In truth, she didn’t hate it.

 

It was a rare opportunity to be true to one’s feelings, to live in a time when you didn’t know what tomorrow would bring.

 

She just had to be brave.

 

It was just scary.

 

It’s uncharted territory, something she’s never experienced and doesn’t know what to expect.

 

But now that she’d gotten a taste of it earlier in the day, she was more curious and excited than scared.

 

Yi Ho’s cheeks were flushed, and the corners of his eyes were flushed, and as he moaned lowly, Hae-Joo felt a small amount of pleasure that she had caused this man to become this way.

 

Hae-Joo pursed her lips and blinked, then lay back down.

 

Then Yi Ho looked down at her as if to ask what was wrong.

 

Hae-Joo stood up on her toes and glared at him, then lifted her face and kissed the corner of his mouth.

 

Yi Ho raised an eyebrow at her sudden behavior.

 

Hae-Joo broke off and looked at the corner of the ceiling, then pressed her lips to his once more.

 

He looked down, as if sizing her up, and when her eyes locked with his, the corners of his mouth tilted up and he spoke seductively.

 

“Kiss me one more time and I’ll hold you, no stopping in between.”

 

Hae-Joo looked into his deeply sunken black eyes and nodded resolutely.

 

It would be a waste not to give him everything she had when she loved him so much.

 

She might be a little scared, but she’s sure he’ll be happy.

 

She slowly raised her hand and stroked the nape of his neck.

 

Then, in one swift motion, Yi Ho leaned in, pressed her against him, rubbed their noses together, and lifted her chin to kiss her.

 

All at once, his breath filled hers.

 

His tongue slipped smoothly and skillfully between her slightly parted lips, swirling through her hair.

 

Hae-Joo closed her eyes and breathed deeply through her nose.

 

She felt his hand, slightly cold and dry, cupping her chin, then sweeping down her jawline and neck.

 

Then down her shoulders, arms, and sides, to her waist…

 

His hands dug beneath the shirt she wore, and she shivered at the tickling touch on her skin.

 

“Hmm…!”

 

Her lips parted slightly, her brow furrowing slightly, and the corners of Yi Ho’s mouth tilted up languidly as his tongue playfully licked her upper lip.

 

“There’s no use in regretting it.”

 

“Who… who has regrets?”

 

“Oh, really?”

 

His hand hovered over her ribs, then moved up a little further, diving under her bra and cupping her breast.

 

“Ah… hic!”

 

“Good, then.”

 

Her nipple stiffened under his thumb.

 

Looking down at her, lips almost touching, as if to gauge her reaction, Yi Ho suddenly laughed harder.

 

Unlike her previous experiences, she didn’t stop him, but instead only breathed heavily and stared at him in wonder.

 

Whenever he lightly squeezed her chest, she could feel her heart pounding against it.

 

Hae-Joo was too embarrassed to look him in the eye and accept his touch.

 

She stared down at him like a child’s tale, her heart almost bursting at the sight of him.

 

It was that moment.

 

Grabbing her chin again and forcing her to look at him, Yi Ho lightly bit her bottom lip, then ran his tongue over the spot.

 

Soon the kiss moved to the tip of her lips, her cheek, the base of her chin, and then her neck.

 

He pressed his lips together, then licked, then sucked on the delicate flesh with his tongue.

 

Eventually, Hae-Joo’s full breasts were revealed beneath her T-shirt, which was open to the bottom of her chin.

 

She covered her mouth with the back of her right hand as she breathed in the moisture of Yi Ho’s tongue on her ribs.

 

Yi Ho’s lips moved up, licking and biting as he caressed Hae-Joo’s neck and lips, until they reached the base of her plump mound.

 

Her left hand gripped the comforter beneath her, giving way to the sensation of his crawling tongue.

 

His hot breath poured over the tongue that tickled her breasts.

 

Hae-Joo squirmed involuntarily, and her hard nipples rubbed against his tongue.

 

And as if that were a signal, the tip of her breast was sucked into his mouth in one swift motion.

 

“Ahhh…!”

 

After breaking the boundaries of intimate contact, every sensation he gave her was new and exciting, if embarrassing.

 

As she twisted her waist and ran her right hand through his hair, the hand that had slipped under her back braced her and lifted her up at once.

 

Without realizing it, she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, and when she looked down, she found herself straddling his legs.

 

Looking up at her, his lips once again brushing against the tips of her breasts, he made her raise her arms above her head.

 

As if mesmerized, she did as he asked, and her shirt and bra fell from her body.

 

Embarrassed, she covered her breasts with her hands while he quickly removed his own shirt.

 

Even in the dark, his white, hard body met her eyes.

 

Dazed and embarrassed, Hae-Joo stared at Yi Ho’s body as if mesmerized.

 

She had assumed he was very thin and sickly, given his pale complexion and frequent illnesses.

 

His broad shoulders, strong arms with well-developed lean muscles, and a tight abdomen with muscles that looked like they had been painted on were not what she expected.

 

After a moment’s pause, Yi Ho wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her tightly into his arms, kissed her on the lips, and buried his face in the nape of her neck.

 

His hand lightly cupped the back of her head, and her head tilted back.

 

Hae-Joo fluttered her eyelashes, her hands on his slightly hot shoulders.

 

“Mmm….”

 

The kisses dripping down her collarbone and the gentle strokes of his hand down her back made it increasingly impossible to think of anything else.

 

Her breasts slipped into his mouth again, and Hae-Joo cradled his head in her arms, holding him close.

 

His hands, which had been swimming down her waist, tugged at the roundness of her ass.

 

Something firm and swollen engaged deeply between her legs.

 

A tingle ran through the pit of her stomach as he rubbed his manhood against hers.

 

The next moment, her body was pressed back down onto the covers by him.

 

Next thing she knew, her pants and underwear were gone from her body.

 

For a moment, embarrassment washed over her as she realized she had never lain naked in front of someone before.

 

She was immediately distracted by the loincloth covering her body.

 

His hot hands caressed her forehead, cheeks, nape of her neck, chest, waist, and white legs.

 

Her thighs, pressed together in tension, slowly parted at his touch, and the hand that had been stroking her lower belly went straight down between her legs.

 

Hae-Joo bit her lower lip and grabbed his wrist.

 

‘I don’t know how to touch you like that,’ she thought.

 

And then, as if on cue, he lightly touched her secret place, and she felt a tingling sensation that made her eyes glaze over.