Alpha Of The Reversed World

Chapter 23: Date

The sound of stockings tearing was unusually clear.

Se-ah’s waist trembled up and down as she watched her stockings rip, clearly excited.

Taeyang gently pushed aside the white panties hidden beneath the coffee-colored stockings and caressed the slit of her mound. Her vagina was already dripping with sticky fluid, welcoming his fingers.

He lightly traced the crevice from top to bottom, and Se-ah shivered. She barely managed to hold back, realizing they were in a public place, but the urge was overwhelming.

"Nnghoooh...!"

She bit her lip hard to suppress the moan that threatened to escape. The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth. Unable to bear the pain, she bit her index finger instead.

Taeyang flicked her clitoris with his thumb while caressing her lower abdomen with his other fingers.

He immediately felt the coarse sensation of her pubic hair and frowned. While personal preferences vary, he generally preferred a clean-shaven look.

At least she could have tidied it up a bit. To him, it felt completely unkempt.

Taeyang whispered to Se-ah,

"Shave it all off when you get home. From now on, the only hair on your body will be on your head."

Se-ah, already lost in pleasure, could only nod with her finger still in her mouth.

In fact, she found this request quite welcome. It meant their relationship was not a one-time thing but ongoing. However, the next request made even her flinch.

"And don’t wear any underwear. Both top and bottom."

She didn’t have a boyfriend, and she didn’t go to the bathhouse often, so shaving was no problem. But going without underwear...

Before she could dwell on it, Taeyang pinched her clitoris hard, demanding an answer. He quickly rubbed it between his thumb and index finger, rolling the clit between his fingers.

"Understood?"

"Y-Yes! Yes! Ahh!"

Se-ah nodded frantically, suppressing her moans. If she could feel this way again, she would go naked if she had to. ƒreewebɳovel.com

"Good. Well done."

Satisfied with her answer, Taeyang glanced briefly at the front of the bus. It should be fine for now. He roughly kneaded one of Se-ah’s breasts with his free hand.

"Hhuueeeek....!"

Se-ah bit her finger hard, panting.

Saliva dripped from her parted lips. Simultaneously, she reached her climax, gushing fluid and soiling Taeyang’s hand.

Even as this happened, Taeyang’s hand stroking his cock did not stop. Consequently, he was finding it hard to hold back. He reached to undo his belt. But...

[The next stop is...]

"Damn."

Just as things were getting interesting, it was time for him to get off. He must have been on the bus for about 10 minutes already.

"Can’t be helped. I have to get off here."

Taeyang grabbed his bag and stood up, giving a quick nod before heading to the front of the bus. Or at least, he tried to.

"Um..."

Se-ah had grabbed the sleeve of his jacket.

Looking up at him, Se-ah’s eyes were filled with tears. Only then did Taeyang get a good look at her face.

Slightly downturned eyes, red lips, and a small mole by her eye. She exuded a strange allure that made him want to protect and torment her at the same time.

Though her breasts hidden under her suit weren’t particularly large, they were more than satisfactory by Taeyang’s standards.

She asked him timidly, now using more familiar language,

"Do you really have to go to school today?"

Even as she said this, Se-ah leaned forward slightly, subtly showing off her cleavage. A blatant invitation for sex. But Taeyang just smiled and patted her head.

"Let’s meet tomorrow."

His gentle yet firm refusal left Se-ah no choice but to let go of his sleeve.

The power dynamics in their relationship were already clear. If she pushed too hard, she risked losing even this.

"...Yes."

Se-ah stepped off the bus in a daze, watching Taeyang disappear into the distance at the bus stop.

The bus started moving again, and Taeyang was out of sight. She blinked a few times, wondering if it had all been a dream. She pinched her cheek.

"Ouch!"

It hurt. Clearly, it hadn’t been a dream.

She stared at her palm, still in disbelief. Just minutes ago, this hand had been holding a cock.

She tentatively stuck out her tongue, moving it slowly towards her palm. And then...

"Hnng!"

A trickle of fluid escaped. Could she even function at work today?

*

After the brief encounter on the bus, Taeyang arrived at school.

He entered the classroom through the back door and called out to Ahyeon, who was chatting with friends at the back.

"Ahyeon~"

Their eyes met, and Taeyang smiled, giving a small wave.

"Taeyang!"

Ahyeon jumped up from her seat and ran into his arms as if they hadn’t seen each other in ages, even though it had only been about 20 hours since they last parted.

Ahyeon grabbed Taeyang’s arm and pulled him towards her, intentionally pressing his arm against her chest.

"Come on! Sit here! Sit here!"

Taeyang chuckled and put down his bag, taking a seat.

Normally, the chair would have been cold from being left overnight, but surprisingly, it was warm. Reading his mind, Ahyeon, now sitting on the desk, crossed her legs and swung them back and forth.

She grinned proudly.

"I warmed it up for you so your butt wouldn’t get cold."

Then, she placed her feet on Taeyang’s thighs.

Taeyang’s thighs felt the gentle pressure of her feet wiggling. She leaned down to meet his gaze and smiled.

"Did I do good?"

"Yes, yes, you did."

Taeyang praised her and grabbed her leg, massaging her ankle thoroughly.

He didn’t forget to lightly brush her instep and Achilles tendon.

"Ah... uh...!"

Ahyeon closed her eyes, letting out a happy sigh.

The cool sensation spreading from her feet was wonderful, but more than anything, the fact that Taeyang was doing it made her incredibly content. Everything Taeyang did for her was the ultimate happiness.

Honestly, even the socks she was wearing felt like a barrier to feeling Taeyang’s touch more directly. She wanted to take them off immediately, but she knew her boundaries as a good pet. Only Taeyang had the right to dress and undress her.

Ahyeon’s face flushed slightly.

If they weren’t at school... but that didn’t matter anymore. If Taeyang allowed it, she would strip naked right then and there.

But she knew that wasn’t possible, so she playfully pouted.

"Massage up here too..."

"Okay."

Taeyang moved his hands up her leg.

"If you want it, I’ll do it."

From her soft, uncalloused soles to her slender calves, Taeyang meticulously massaged every inch, just as she wanted.

The absurd scene in the middle of the classroom left the other students speechless, merely stealing glances. The girls watched enviously, while the boys averted their gazes as if witnessing something forbidden. Only a few of Ahyeon’s close friends watched openly.

Given Ahyeon’s status in school, this reaction was expected.

Someone nearby grumbled,

"Ugh, they’re so sickeningly sweet."

"I’m so jealous. Why don’t I have a boyfriend?"

"Want me to bring you a mirror?"

"Shut up. Seriously."

Hearing her friends’ complaints, Ahyeon decided to show off even more. She got off the desk and sat on Taeyang’s lap, rubbing her cheek against his shoulder. Her friends whistled softly at the even more blatant display of affection.

"Are you two going to have sex right here in the classroom?"

But Taeyang and Ahyeon, lost in their own world, didn’t even acknowledge the teasing. Ahyeon asked Taeyang,

"So, how was your date with Moonbyul?"

"It was good."

"That’s a relief. Did anything interesting happen?"

"Not really anything special..."

Taeyang scratched his cheek and recounted the previous day’s events. They shared almost everything about their personal lives, so there were no secrets between them.

Ahyeon listened intently, her eyes sparkling with interest.