Chapter 055: Exposed Flower (18+)

This time, Jihoon moved swiftly.

Perhaps it was his confidence in Yumi's deep sleep, or perhaps it was simply that he knew the routine well.

His hands hooked onto the sides of her pajama bottoms and slowly pulled them down.

Yumi, who had been pretending to sleep, finally couldn’t stay calm when she realized what he was doing…

Completely focused on her lower body, Jihoon failed to notice the change in Yumi's expression.

Yumi bit her lower lip hard and gently shook her head left and right, as if trying to give him a hint that she was about to wake up.

But Jihoon couldn't see these subtle cues, nor did he care.

Her most private parts were about to be exposed to her own son. 

Breasts were one thing—sons had seen their mothers’ breasts before—but her pussy and ass were different.

Yumi seemed to be contemplating how to make Jihoon stop.

Yet as her mind raced in confusion, Jihoon achieved his goal.

He slowly pulled down her pajama bottoms, finally managing to slide them up over her buttocks.

Yumi was lying on her back, so the pants were pressed under her butt.

Jihoon prepared to inch them down, gently lowering them further.

From above, her flat belly was exposed, along with a bit of her pubic hair.

The soft, dark curls glistened slightly with the moisture that had leaked down during his rubbing. 

Yumi suddenly realized the extreme "danger" of her situation.

She couldn’t hesitate anymore.

She suddenly turned over, changing from lying on her back to lying on her side, facing the window with her back to Jihoon. 

This move scared Jihoon for a second.

It must be said that Yumi's "hint" might have worked before, but what she didn't know was that this was the second time she'd done this roll.

On the night she got drunk, Jihoon had experienced her turning over too, and he still managed to kiss her pussy in the end.

Now, the situation seemed identical to that night.

Thus, Yumi's plan backfired.

After a moment of startled pause, Jihoon smiled.

Then, amidst Yumi's mounting frustration, he reached out once more...

When Jihoon’s hands grabbed the waistband of her pajama pants again, Yumi bit her lip hard.

Her face showed intense struggle. She looked like she was about to cry. The situation had become pure torture for her. 

Before she could think of anything else, Jihoon pulled on the waistband again. 

Her sideways position, curled up on her side, presented him with an opportunity... this posture was far easier to undress than if she'd been lying flat on her back.

With a soft “whoosh,” Yumi’s ass crack was fully exposed.

This time, Jihoon started from behind.

When Yumi had turned over, she had curled her legs to protect her belly and pussy.

Little did she know that this had inadvertently exposed her rear to Jihoon, allowing him to seize the opportunity and attack from behind.

Yumi’s ass crack appeared before Jihoon’s eyes.

Because the light was so dim, he could only see the round “peach” shape of her snow-white, full, perky ass.

The smooth globes were perfectly heart-shaped, with a deep, inviting cleft between them.

At that moment, Yumi's buttocks trembled slightly from the tension in her body, while Jihoon's body also shook... and his tremors were even more intense than hers.

Jihoon trembled with excitement, while Yumi trembled with conflict and nervousness.

Jihoon focused completely on her backside.

After seeing her ass crack, he paused for a second, then pulled down firmly and quickly.

Yumi’s pajama pants were now at her thighs. Her entire ass was completely exposed with nothing left to hide.

The cool night air kissed her heated skin, making her rosebud and the lower lips of her pussy twitch visibly.

The moment her pants were pulled down from behind, Yumi finally lost control.

She quickly covered her mouth with her hand. She almost cried out.

After covering her mouth, she swiftly shifted, pressing her snow-white teeth into the back of her hand, using the pain to distract herself from her inner turmoil and helplessness...

At this point, Jihoon cared about nothing else. Unless Yumi woke up, even if the sky fell, he wouldn't care.

He slowly lay down on his side, facing the same direction as her, but much lower on the bed.

Yumi lay higher up on the bed, while Jihoon lay in the middle.

This positioning meant his face wasn't turned toward Yumi's back or hair, but rather toward her ass... and the valley between her cheeks.

Because Yumi had curled her legs, her raised ass gave Jihoon easy access to her two most private parts... her honey cave and her rosebud...

Jihoon seemed less hurried now.

He wanted to savor this moment, to experience the process, and to imprint every instant in his mind as deeply as possible—every sight, every scent, every taste.

He leaned in closer, his nose hovering just inches away.

The musky, sweet aroma of Yumi's arousal filled his lungs— a heady mix of her natural feminine scent, slightly tangy from her wetness

Jihoon's face slowly inched toward Yumi's cleft.

Yumi gradually felt the warmth of his breath, the hot air relentlessly brushing against her cleft, against her most sensitive areas. It ghosted over her puckered rosebud first, then lower, teasing the slick entrance of her pussy.

The sensation was maddening.

As his face got closer and closer, Yumi bit down harder and harder on her own wrist, as if she might tear the flesh off at any moment.

Her mind screamed at her to stop this, to push him away, but her body betrayed her—another bead of slick nectar slowly dripped down her inner thigh, unnoticed by everyone.

Jihoon inhaled deeply again, letting the scent intoxicate him.

He tilted his head slightly, his lips parting as he brought his mouth even nearer. His warm breath now directly caressed her rosebud, causing it to twitch involuntarily.

Yumi's hips gave the tiniest, almost imperceptible shift, as if her body was unconsciously seeking more contact despite her clenched fists and bitten wrist.

He paused there, face mere centimeters from her perfect, round ass cheeks, eyes drinking in the sight of her fully exposed rear…

…the smooth, unblemished skin, the inviting cleft, the way her pussy lips peeked from between her thighs, already puffy and wet.

The heat radiating from her core warmed his cheeks.

Yumi's breathing grew shallower, her chest rising and falling rapidly under the pretense of sleep. Every nerve ending in her lower body was on fire, hyper-aware of his proximity.

She could feel the subtle movements of his head as he positioned himself perfectly, ready to explore further.

The battle raged fiercer inside her—part of her terrified of what came next, another part shamefully eager in her heat.

This was a battle... a battle with only two possible outcomes.

Only one side could emerge victorious; there would be no draw...

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