Illusion Blind Date - Chapter 63

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#Episode 63

Cha Tae Moon claimed her lips again, his tongue tracing the plump curve of her lower lip.
His hand tightened around her breast, his touch growing insistent.
Spring gasped at the unfamiliar sensation. As his thigh pressed and rubbed between her legs while pressure bore down from above, she couldn’t think straight.
A hazy, dizzy, delicious sensation spiraled through her entire body.
“Oh!”
Still caressing her at the room’s entrance, he suddenly lifted her into his arms.
Unable to wait any longer, he strode toward the bed with heavy steps.
Spring buried her burning face in his broad shoulder, her breathing trembling and uneven.
Was this really happening now?
“Why are you shaking?”
Spring shook her head at his question.
“I’m not, Professor.”
Even as she denied it, her entire body trembled beyond her control.
For someone who’d followed him in so boldly, she made quite a pathetic sight.
His dark eyes traced the contours of her face.
He laid her carefully onto the bed, then settled his weight above her.
Braced on both arms, he looked down at her—his gaze burning, intense.
“Isn’t it too bright in here?”
Didn’t people usually turn off the lights for this?
When Spring asked, he cast her in shadow as he bent over her, then let out a soft laugh.
But despite the smile, his black eyes held no trace of amusement.
He lowered his body, capturing her lips and drawing them in. His hand began to move.
The buttons of her blouse came undone one by one, the fabric falling open. Spring clutched at the fabric in embarrassment.
“Let me see.”
Spring tilted her head back and released her grip. He stripped the blouse away completely.
Her bra, already unhooked and pushed upward, slipped free from her body.
“God, ……you’re so beautiful.”
Her breasts bore red marks where his hands had kneaded them; now he gazed at them with wonder before lowering his head.
“Ah…….”
A whimper escaped Spring’s lips. Something warm and wet touched her, then withdrew—only to press down again with deliberate friction.
It was an strange sensation. The sounds she made couldn’t be suppressed.
Each time he drew her into his mouth, her lower belly tingled and her thighs crossed involuntarily.
Simultaneously, his hand drifted slowly across her belly, moving lower.
A soft touch.
His hand slipped into the waistband of her underwear, and he lifted his head to look down at her. His large, elegant fingers seemed ready to venture inside at any moment.
As if seeking permission, his eyes locked deeply with hers before he kissed her flushed face and pressed forward.
Though he was being gentle and considerate, he resembled a starving beast. His breathing was hot and ragged.
Spring gripped his arm with trembling hands.
She felt the muscles swelling beneath his shirt, straining against the fabric under her fingertips.
With her head tilted back, shaking, Spring followed his lead.
He moved his lips slowly from her nape to her chest, then pressed kisses against her flat belly.
“Ah,……ah, Professor.”
Cha Tae Moon stripped off his jacket, shirt, and tie in one swift motion, as if the clothes suffocated him.
His broad shoulders and muscular abdomen were imposing yet beautiful.
The muscles radiating heat glistened with sweat under the light—a beautiful sight.
With his upper body fully exposed, he peeled away the last of her clothes.
Lying naked and looking up at him, Spring felt as though this weren’t real; he called her name over and over, his excitement evident.
“Spring…….”
He caressed her white thighs, then moved his hand deeper.
His thick fingers gently touched a place she’d never properly explored herself.
“Ah, I’m losing my mind.”
His breathing ragged, he nuzzled her earlobe with his lips as his hand continued its work.
“Ooh!”
“You’re so small, so delicate—I don’t know how to be careful enough.”
Spring’s body trembled at the unfamiliar sensation he gave her; she couldn’t contain her sounds.
What was she supposed to do now?
Bom found the courage to accept Cha Tae Moon more eagerly, wanting to welcome him in.
“Come on, professor!”
“Not yet.”
A low, gravelly voice escaped Cha Tae Moon’s throat, rough as if scraping against his vocal cords.
But Bom wanted to touch him. Wanted to hold him. When Bom urged him forward, Cha Tae Moon—who had been sucking at the delicate curve of her ear—raised his upper body.
And then…….
No, this wasn’t what she meant.
Why was he kissing her there?
Bom tried to sit up, but a gentle restraint pushed her back down onto the bed.
Cha Tae Moon licked the sensitive skin with his tongue, pressing down steadily.
Her entire body seemed to bubble and simmer from within.
The moment he bit gently, Bom squeezed her eyes shut at the strange, burning warmth she felt spreading through her.
Startled and flustered by the mortifying situation, she thrashed and tried to push him away.
“It’s fine. You’re beautiful.”
Cha Tae Moon waited for Bom to calm down.
Once her trembling ceased, his wet lips began their relentless exploration again.
“That’s it. You’re doing so well.”
Incoherent, dizzying sounds came from below, and Bom was swept up in an overwhelming rush of sensation.
Even as she twisted her hips and pleaded with him, Cha Tae Moon showed no sign of stopping, driving her toward her climax.
“Ah, please!”
As intense sensation crashed through her and flooded her vision white, Cha Tae Moon carefully began to move his hand.
Bom found the sensation he gave her taxing and difficult, but not unwelcome.
“Ah, it’s warm. I’m going crazy.”
Bom struggled to accept his touch, her breathing ragged and labored.
His movements were careful and deliberate.
Flushed a deep crimson, Bom gasped for breath and shook her head.
The relentless caresses and overwhelming sensations tangled together until she couldn’t think straight.
She was suddenly afraid her head might actually break. Every time she began to recover, another sharp jolt of pleasure arrived, and Bom moaned as if in pain.
“Mmph.”
At last, Cha Tae Moon lifted his lips from below and looked down at her, breathing heavily.
He wiped his glistening lips with the back of his hand and began unfastening his belt, sliding his pants down.
Still breathing hard as she watched, Bom found her eyes unable to look away from the impressive size before her, startling even on a second viewing.
And it was growing larger still.
“Why… why is it getting bigger?”
Bom’s eyes widened.
At a size far too overwhelming for practical use, her thighs instinctively closed. Cha Tae Moon laughed and placed a kiss above her knee.
“Because you’re beautiful.”
He brought her hand to his length and made her grip it.
Cha Tae Moon’s eyes blazed with intensity.
Bom wanted to please him the way he had pleased her. She pushed herself up and made Cha Tae Moon lie back on the bed.
At that, Cha Tae Moon raised an eyebrow in surprise, looking at her questioningly.
“I want to do it too.”
At Bom’s touch, Cha Tae Moon’s firm abdomen tensed and tightened.
Watching him grow excited because of her was even more thrilling than receiving caresses herself.
Bom moved slowly, as if savoring ice cream.
“Mmm… Bom, stop…….”
The moment the words left his mouth, their positions reversed.
“Ah!”
“Did you want mine?”
Bom answered by nodding her head.
Cha Tae Moon laughed deeply as he caressed her most intimate place.
Bom tried to push him away, but it was useless.
“Ah…….”
Again his head descended, and waves of dizzying sensation began crashing over her like the tide, threatening to empty her mind entirely.
“Mmm!”
She felt Cha Tae Moon gripping himself, moving rapidly.
Bom could hold back no longer and moaned, thrusting her hips. At the same moment, Cha Tae Moon’s ragged breathing poured forth.
“Ah.”
Moments later, a strange, delicate fragrance reminiscent of night-blooming flowers reached the tip of her nose.

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Cha Tae Moon drew Bom close from behind, feeling her rapid breaths against his chest.
Her delicate shoulders fit perfectly in his embrace, small enough to vanish within it.
He buried his face in the nape of her neck, breathing in the warmth of her skin, trying to cool the heat still coursing through him.
She was so slight compared to him—his frame felt brutishly oversized holding her—and he hated the thought of straining her body when she had to wake at dawn and rush to work, so he forced his own hands to let go.
“Hey, um… is this all we’re going to do?”
Bom asked softly.
“What, disappointed?”

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