Eat The World Tree

-A glass of soju, not filled with the ripe moonlight but with electric light.

-The next glass is to forget the bitter memories.

-And another glass for the flower that was rejected after a confession…

The sound of a radio emanated from the smartphone. The gentle music box sound soothed the room.

My room was dark but atmospheric.

I had arranged some convenience store alcohol for a modest drinking party.

Various snacks, like jerky, were spread out on the desk. I randomly chewed on them, continuously drinking.

-Clink.

No matter how much I emptied the glass, the clear and bitter liquid kept refilling…

Holding the label with one hand and supporting the bottom with the other, a posture reminiscent of a construction company, where respecting your elders and superiors is paramount.

“…Here.”

“Yeah.”

“Did you properly retract your magic power?”

“Do I really need to get drunk?”

Jin Dallae nodded stiffly, as if wanting to verify my sincerity or something.

To me, this felt like retribution for disappearing for three days.

I popped a piece of jerky in my mouth while drinking.

To get drunk, I completely retracted my magic power, leaving my body defenseless.

I was fine with one bottle, but after three, I quickly became tipsy.

Jin Dallae, seemingly thirsty for alcohol, snuck sips here and there while I drank.

“…But.”

“Yes.”

“Why do you like me?”

My face turned red with a smile.

“Just being with you makes me happy.”

“Is that so? I can’t understand. What’s there to like about someone like me?”

Another glass. The fourth bottle.

Two empty soju bottles lie next to Jin Dallae.

“Stop drinking. You’re already bad with alcohol. You’ll have a headache tomorrow.”

“If not today, when else will we drink… You’ll be busy again.”

My throat felt constricted as I drank.

My vision blurred and emotions overflowed.

If I drank more… I felt like I might reveal everything about the past or whatnot, so I slightly drew up my magic power.

My mind cleared up a bit.

Honesty was best in moderation.

“Can I just let it out today?”

“Keep going.”

“Then… Shiheon.”

Her voice was cheerful, as if a delicate doll was trying to stand up on its own but fell over with an “oops.”

Hearing informal speech while drunk gave me a ticklish feeling.

“…It’s a bit awkward. Hehe.”

“We’re in the same grade. It’s actually late to be informal.”

“That might be why it feels even more so.”

Her eyes, slightly relaxed from intoxication, have a seductive quality.

Like the decadent gaze that an experienced courtesan might give.

Yet, the words that slipped out carried the irresistible charm of an inexperienced virgin.

Why would a classmate speaking informally make one so shy?

I felt no realism, but my heart fluttered, suggesting I still enjoyed these moments.

It’s cringeworthy but looked pure from afar.

How long has it been since I felt this way?

Before I could ponder further, my glass was full again. I took another sip.

“Didn’t enjoy the training camp at all, is that okay? You were really looking forward to it.”

“I was. Came to relax but… yeah, a lot happened.”

“…Sorry.”

“It’s not about you.”

Jin Dallae, smiling along with my bitter smile, scratched her cheek with a finger.

She still found informal speech unfamiliar, her smile awkward.

Her slightly damp pink hair stuck to her collarbone due to sweat.

Seeing that made me think lustful thoughts might soon arise.

As expected, my body heated up, and my rationality blurred.

Being drunk was the perfect time for such instincts to stir.

“Sigh…”

“Tired? Wanna stop drinking?”

“Yeah.”

I put down the glass and momentarily calmed the rising lust.

“Are you drunk?”

“……”

Appropriate intoxication. Flushed face. And… a hint of smoke.

As I moved, teetering as if I might fall, Jin Dallae leaned her head towards me.

“……Was what you said back then true?”

She must be referring to the confession I accepted when we were at the café.

I nodded.

“…It wasn’t because the professor told you to?”

“No.”

“Why, why did you suddenly accept it?”

It seems she was still harboring doubts about my sudden change in attitude.

Jin Dallae, equally intoxicated, struggled to control her expression.

She leaned on the desk, approaching me until her face was just inches from mine.

Worry and concern filled her face, wondering if I was lying.

What on earth did Lee Seyeong say to her?

I was curious, but I’d set that aside for now.

I pulled my hazy consciousness forward and leaned my face towards hers.

“…!!”

The sensation of soft lips meeting mine. The scent of her tint.

A warmth shared for 2 seconds before we pulled away.

“……Uh.”

Jin Dallae looked dazed, still not grasping the reality.

Soon after, her face rapidly heated up.

“Did that answer your question?”

“…….”

Perhaps due to the tension, her legs gave out, and she almost collapsed onto the desk, knocking over the soju glass in the process.

-Clang.

The fallen glass spilled liquid as it hit the hotel room floor.

“You said before… that you didn’t know.”

She asked again, her hands wrapping around her flushed cheeks.

I steadied my spinning head and stood up, taking a step towards her.

-Huff- I can hear her breath catch.

My hand wrapped around her shoulder, and her trembling hand grabbed my wrist.

It’s a very weak force.

Her eyes were wide open with anticipation, and once again, I leaned my face towards hers, pressing down with the weight of my body. She collapsed without any resistance.

The touch of the chiffon material, unique to see-through fabrics, brushes against my fingers.

The baby-soft skin beneath it.

The scent of flowers blooming from a newly adult twenty-year-old invades my nose.

“…Eh. Haah.”

Lips touched and parted.

A light physical contact.

Just thinking about it filled my head with lascivious thoughts, and my lower body reacted.

Jin Dallae sat on the sofa, draping one thigh over it while the other leg dangled towards the floor, looking at me with a dazed expression.

“……Ah, uh, uhuh.”

She emitted a strange noise, fiddling with her lips with her index finger as if trying to recall the sensation she just felt.

“Is it okay to do this with someone who’s not a lover? You have the professor… you know.”

“You said you liked me.”

“Yes… I do like you. But you’re different, that… Eek! Euh….”

Our lips met again, this time lingering a bit longer, for about 8 seconds.

Just lips touching, exchanging rough breaths before parting.

“Haah, haah.”

Her chest heaved with each breath. Her eyes were wide open as if she suddenly came to her senses.

Jin Dallae seemed to have realized something by now, rolling her eyes before pushing herself up against the sofa wall and standing.

She spread her arms and embraced me.

“So… can I like you?”

“Do whatever you want.”

I would take the responsibility.

Being involved with me might not always look pretty.

Jin Dallae was alive then, but who knew when she might get hurt.

Her hands tightened around me, and I could feel her heart about to burst through her skin.

The thumping pulse was intense.

“Hwup.”

This time, Jin Dallae initiated the kiss.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing her thighs against me so I couldn’t escape, her abdomen hard against my pants. Her face turned red for a moment before she timidly kisses me repeatedly.

Peck, peck, peck.

As if she was hesitant to go any further with the physical contact.

She tentatively stuck out her tongue, opening her mouth.

“Right now… after drinking, shouldn’t we brush our teeth first?”

Ignoring Jin Dallae’s formal speech, I delved into her mouth with my tongue.

Her tint stuck stickily to my cheek. As our cheeks touched, the tint made our skin stick and then separate.

Jin Dallae stiffened at the sudden intrusion of my tongue.

A small tongue.

She remained still, as if terrified by this new form of contact.

As I gently teased the top of it, her tongue retreated and lifted.

I licked the underside of her tongue.

“Eh… haah, keuhng.”

Saliva trickled down the corner of her mouth.

This was the kiss, following the incident when I brought Jin Dallae to the dormitory from the drinking session.

As I persistently invaded her mouth with my tongue, Jin Dallae’s lips showed a slight change.

She now explored my lips in return, her previously motionless tongue timidly poking at mine.

“Hah, chu…”

Our teeth touched, occasionally a canine nicked the tongue.

A clumsy, inexperienced kiss, yet passionate.

Her slightly raised nails pricked the back of my neck.

“Paha…”

We parted lips.

As soon as my tongue retreated, Jin Dallae followed my lips.

Her face came at me like a headbutt, too hastily, causing our noses to bump.

“Ouch! My nose hurts…”

Jin Dallae, pushed back, grimaced at her nose, then gave me an awkward smile.

“There’s plenty of time. Slow down.”

“…Yeah.”

Bound together, we moved from the sofa to the bed.

Jin Dallae’s body landed on the bed, which had a slight chill from not being used for three days.

I slowly striped off her disheveled clothes.

Jin Dallae lifted her waist and raised her arms in response to my actions.

Her white belly and navel were revealed.

“…Do guys like navels, huh?”

“Huh? Why?”

“Just… you kept looking at my navel.”

Perhaps men didn’t only like navels but anything on a well-shaped woman.

How diverse must preferences be when porn sites have over forty categories.

Slowly lifting her shirt, my fingers caught on her bra.

I unbuttoned it, revealing her white breasts.

“Ah…”

Her unobstructed breasts rose prominently into view.

The nipples, a shade lighter than her hair color, gleamed slightly in the light seeping through the window.

Perhaps a body she had never shown to anyone.

Jin Dallae’s lips quivered, her face flushed like a strawberry, as she closed her eyes, unable to bear the shame.

“Hold me… I’m embarrassed.”

Carelessly, I tossed the bra aside and pulled her body close.

Our bare upper bodies pressed tightly together.

As we brought our lips together again, this time she actively inserted her tongue.

“How does it feel?”

“I don’t really know… It’s ticklish and…”

“Where?”

At my question, Jin Dallae clamped her mouth shut.

When I gently stroked the area around her waist, her body trembled.

Perhaps the word ‘down there’ was too crude for her to utter.

To hide her embarrassment, she moved closer and whispered in my ear.

After a moment, she shyly whispered a word.

“Down… below.”

This kind of talk usually broke the mood.

But now, it seemed I had adapted to this world. My body responded reliably below.

As I moved to pull down her skirt, Jin Dallae’s hand stopped mine.

“Can, can we wait a bit before doing that?”

I smirked.

Kissing her made her act coyly happy.

“Mmm…”

Gently, I held her breast with one hand.

It fit perfectly, just the right size.

As I softly teased her now erect nipple, moans started to escape from Jin Dallae’s lips as we continued kissing.

“Ahng… Hah. Heuhng.”

Her waist swayed from side to side.

She seemed to try to move away from my hand, tilting her chest, trying to escape.

When a woman first discovers pleasure and finds it hard to withstand that unknown pleasure, they would often try to escape.

I teased the center of her chest for a long thirty minutes, pinching the center of her nipple firmly with my nails.

“Kkheut…”

She reacted.

Jin Dallae, having swallowed my saliva, looks dazed, all embarrassment gone from her face.

Her arms lay on the blanket, powerless.

“Hah… Ahng. Aeuu.”

The nipples stood erect firmly.

As I flicked them with a curled finger, her waist jumped up.

“Kyeuuk! Ah… Ahng!”

An especially good response.

She might have been expected to grimace from the mix of pleasure and slight discomfort, but instead, her eyes widened, her mouth opened, and her legs trembled.

‘Right, now that I think about it….’

Could her sexual fantasy involve something masochistic?

…It seemed a bit early to jump to that conclusion.

The idea of SM being her first experience didn’t quite sit right.

I reached for her skirt, which Jin Dallae initially resisted.

Without any resistance this time, it slid down smoothly. Her panties were damp along a gray line.

As my finger stroked upwards from below, a short cry escaped her lips.

“……Ah. Wa, wait.”

With two hands placed beside her pelvis, I pulled down her underwear.

Jin Dallae stretched out her arms in surprise, but it was too late.

Her hips lifted, and the last piece of fabric slipped off her body.

Petals glistening with transparent honey.

“Euh… I really don’t know.”

Overcome with embarrassment, Jin Dallae eventually covered her face with both hands.

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