Chapter 064: Exposed (18+)

In one swift motion, her pajama pants and panties slid down to her knees… the junction where her thighs met her calves.

At this angle, Yumi’s thighs and calves formed a perfect 90-degree angle. This position was already quite revealing.

Yumi never slept with her legs curled like this before.

Her inner turmoil was palpable now, she seemed flustered and at a loss…

The hardest hurdle was cleared. Unable to hide his excitement, Jihoon pressed on with renewed determination.

Her pajama pants slid past her knees, then down her calves to her ankles.

In the past, Jihoon would never have dared to strip her so completely, always leaving room to put things back.

But tonight, he seemed prepared to burn his bridges, determined to succeed at all costs.

Now that he’d reached her ankles, the final step was inevitable.

Yumi’s face was flushed crimson, her features contorted, her expression on the verge of tears.

Deep inside, she prayed… prayed that Jihoon would only perform oral sex on her, then insert his fingers into her vagina.

Even if he ejaculated inside her like the night before, she could tolerate it tonight.

I saw a flicker of regret on Yumi’s face.

She seemed to be regretting why she had agreed to sleep with Jihoon tonight, why she hadn’t confronted him today.

She couldn’t have imagined that Jihoon had already discovered her secret of pretending to sleep.

She would only think that her pretending to sleep the night before last and last night had led him to mistakenly believe she really slept very deeply.

Yumi was filled with regret, praying…

Jihoon hooked one hand under her pajama pants while gently lifting her delicate foot with the other, slipping the garment off one leg.

He methodically repeated the motion for the other leg, finally pulling both her pajama pants and panties down completely.

Now, Yumi’s lower body lay utterly exposed.

Yumi clamped her legs tightly together, but what good would that do?

She remained curled up, and from below, her asshole and pussy were fully visible. Her most private female parts were completely exposed.

By now, Jihoon had fully removed Yumi’s pants. There was no turning back, no retreat possible.

Yumi, perhaps sensing what was about to happen, executed another “accidental” movement.

Her curled legs suddenly collapsed like a broken bridge, crashing onto the mattress and causing it to tremble softly.

Yumi appeared to let her legs fall limp and free, but it was clear she was exerting force.

Her goal was to create a loud, dramatic “accidental” sound and movement, hoping Jihoon would “back down when faced with difficulty.”

But Yumi was mistaken.

What reason or cause could possibly make a starving wolf retreat now?

This wolf had to advance; retreating meant starving to death and becoming a skeleton.

After completely removing her pants and panties, Jihoon finally became nervous. Sweat beaded on his forehead.

Although he knew Yumi’s secret, he was still a child who didn’t fully understand the adult mind.

He had no idea what would happen next, how Yumi would react, or what would occur if she opened her eyes.

Though he loved Yumi deeply, he obeyed her every word. Her sternness still frightened him.

Kneeling on the bed, he tried to calm himself. Yumi’s sudden leg movement had startled him.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and rubbed his cheeks.

He shifted slightly again, drawing his body closer to Yumi.

She now bit her lower lip hard—a subtle way of confronting him.

She hoped he would see her lip-biting gesture, making him retreat without needing to open his eyes or speak.

But all this was futile; she had completely misjudged the situation.

Yumi pressed her legs tightly together.

Without the cover of her pants or panties, her legs were her last line of defense, her final piece of cover to hide her shame.

But would Jihoon allow this? He noticed how tightly she had closed her legs.

Her legs were slender and straight, joined so tightly there seemed to be no gap.

All he could see now were her smooth, jade-like legs and the thick, dark pubic hair at her crotch.

Her entire pussy was blocked from view.

Jihoon took another deep breath. With no path left to retreat, what was there left to hesitate about?

He knew that if he didn’t take the initiative and fuck Yumi tonight, waiting for her to come to him later would be nothing but a pipe dream.

He had to be the one to act.

And he also understood this was a gamble …win or lose, there was no draw.

One wrong move, and he might lose everything he had now—his new parents and family.

But if he didn’t take the gamble, he would never truly have Yumi.

Youthful arrogance and adolescent impulsiveness drove him to take this desperate risk.

After a moment’s pause, Jihoon reached out and grasped Yumi’s ankles.

He didn’t apply force yet, merely holding them in preparation to spread her legs apart.

By the principle of leverage, gripping her ankles was undoubtedly the most efficient way to exert minimal effort.

If Yumi offered no resistance, Jihoon could easily pry her legs open.

If she clamped them shut in refusal, Jihoon could still use leverage to force them open.

But her resistance would signal to Jihoon that she was fully conscious—a showdown had begun.

At this moment, Jihoon was thinking, and Yumi, her eyes closed, was thinking too.

Her hands had already gripped the bedsheet slightly, and her jaws were clenching rhythmically, as if she were biting down hard.

Everything seemed frozen in this standoff.

What choice would Yumi ultimately make? 

Sitting before the computer, I found myself unable to breathe.

One hand fixed on the screen, I stared hard, not wanting to miss even a single moment of the the next scene…

In my other hand I held a lighter, trying to light a cigarette.

Yet my hand trembled, failing to ignite the flame no matter how many times I tried…

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