All My Murim Noonas Are Obsessed With Me!

[Yeo Seochan's POV]

"Hnngh…"

His tongue teased my slightly raised nipple—

My clothes grew damp with his saliva, losing their shield—his touch sharpened against my skin—

"Ngh…"

Slurp… smack…

He frowned, sucking harder, as if annoyed—

Nibbling the fabric without harming my chest, it was clear he saw my clothes as a nuisance—

"N-No, that's too far… any more's really dangerous…"

"Mmm…"

"F-Fine… just this once…"

Slide.

His obvious disappointment tugged at me—I reluctantly lowered my top—

"J-Just my chest, okay? Nothing below—got it?"

Lick…

"W-Wait, I'm undressing—hold on…"

This already crossed a line, didn't it? But maybe these words weren't for him—maybe for me—

One more step, and there's no turning back—

Slide…

Jiggle.

Pulling one side down, my bare breast bounced free—

I hadn't even said it was off, but he'd sensed it—like instinct—

"Ngh…"

Lick… lick…

He latched on, suckling like a baby—

"Hnngh…"

Not overwhelming pleasure, but a sensation I had no defense against—eyes squeezed shut, I clutched his head—

Only one breast bared, but he didn't seem to care—

Suck…

Holding him, his hair's scent flooded my nose—

What does he use to smell this good?

Soft, fresh, yet somehow sensual—it seeped into me—

How's a guy's body this alluring?

Stunning looks, moves that stir a woman's instincts—and up close, a fragrance like flowers, seducing—

No perfume in the world could match his natural scent—

"H-Hey, you're really asleep, right…?"

Lick…

"What'd that woman do to make him act like this in his sleep…"

Did she train him or something?

If his usual behavior stemmed from her, she'd unleashed a menace on the Central Plains—

Then, a strange hardness pressed between my legs—

Flush.

Even a monk knows basic biology—I knew what it was—

"N-No… not that…"

I couldn't tell who I was talking to anymore—

He's asleep—what's the point of speaking?

Only I could hear—

Gulp.

Imagining that firm, hot thing through my clothes turned my face beet red—

My mind raced—how do I handle this?

Meanwhile, his scent and touch kept stoking my desire—

'No… this is wrong… if I give in…'

Slurp… smack…

"Ahh… come on!"

Oblivious to my struggle, he toyed with my chest—resentment flared—

Maybe that's why—

Noticing my soaked underwear, I thought—he wouldn't notice if I let go—

A little smell? I'd brush it off—

He's too dense to catch on—

"Haa… haa…"

Breathing hard, eyes shut tight—

Right—the one who tempted first is at fault—

My body's already ruined—what's a little more?

Eyes closed, just once—

"'Just once,' my ass!"

Snapping my fraying sanity back, I bolted from the sleeping bag—

I couldn't stay—

That bag was an antlion pit—step in, and I'm trapped—

"Haa…"

The cool air soothed my fevered body—refreshing—

Slipping a hand between my legs—

"…Ngh."

Sticky liquid coated my fingers—

Shaking it off, I glanced at him—

"Nghh…"

Flail flail.

His arms, once holding me, groped the air—

Pity tugged at me—but no way I'd crawl back—

For my sake—or his—

Why'd I resist? Simple—

'…First time deserves a better vibe.'

Childish for my age, maybe—but women keep a girlish spark—

Not here—not in this damn dark ruin—

Especially not one that bastard built—

"Haa…"

'…Why won't it fade?'

Out of the bag, cooling off—the heat should've dulled—

But it lingered—stronger, even—

'…Ngh.'

If it didn't fade by the time he woke, exploring'd be hell—

I'd have to relieve it somehow—

Masturbation? As I mulled—

His limp arm, dangling from the bag, caught my eye—slender fingers—

"…"

Tranced, I crawled over—

Before dawn, I swapped clothes from my pack and wiped away the mess—

"Ngh…"

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[Protagonist's POV]

No chirping birds or piercing sunlight—just a yawn as I rose—

Crack.

"Ow…"

Sleeping bag or not, the stone floor ached my joints—stretching eased it—

Then I saw Yeo Socheon, slumped against the wall—

"…Up already?"

"…You don't remember?"

"Huh?"

"Haa… no, nothing… yeah, I'm up."

Her sunken eyes struck me—but she's not the type to tire from lost sleep—I shrugged it off—

"Could've woken me—we've got a trek ahead, no need to watch me sleep."

Slurp.

My tongue and left fingers felt odd—I sucked them—

No thought behind it—but her reaction exploded—

"A-Are you nuts?! Why'd you lick that?!"

"…Huh?"

"N-No, I mean… hands are filthy! You touched traps yesterday—mold or something, what then?!"

"…Oh."

True—this ruin's grimy—I'd been careless—

Hands are the dirtiest part, right?

Maybe not common knowledge here, but universal—

"Thanks for worrying."

"H-Here, water—wash up, face too. I'll prep food."

She seemed extra nice today—I teased—

"Did I mess up while sleeping? You're nicer than usual."

Just a throwaway quip—

Flinch.

She froze, water in hand—

"…"

"…"

"…What'd you do?"

"N-Nothing! Swear to the heavens!"

"You can swear that lightly?!"

"I-It's how innocent I am!"

She flailed, face red—

'If she swears by the heavens, she's clean…'

Her devotion to the Heavenly Gods—she wouldn't misuse them—

But something nagged—

Squinting, I locked eyes—she sweated, avoiding mine—

Instinct kicked—

'Something happened.'

Big enough she couldn't say—

Swearing by the sky to cover it—

Step step.

"Your face screams guilt—don't say nothing."

Curiosity flared—

What'd she do to hide this hard?

I could've ignored it blind—but not now—

I stood, closing in—

"N-No, really nothing—"

Thud!

I slammed both hands on the wall, pinning her—

A "wall slam"—

She'd done it to me before—

Our height gap's tiny—it worked—

"Look me in the eye and say it."

I tugged my hood down, glaring—

"N-Nothing, stop it!"

"Really nothing?"

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"I swear to the heavens nothing happened!"

"…If you come clean now, I'll let it slide."

Lowering his voice deliberately, Dan Yuseong whispered into Yeosocheon's ear.

"Did you think I wouldn't notice? You're so obvious—thinking I'd miss it? Too naive, aren't you?"

"Y-You knew?"

Looked like she'd fallen right into his trap.

"Of course I knew—how could I not? You made it that blatant."

"Th-That's…"

Her face drained of color.

A little more pressure, and she'd spill everything—

"Ah… ah…"

Her expression started trembling noticeably.

Somehow, watching this unfold, he had a hunch about her crime.

In a cramped, confined space like this, what could she even do?

Two possibilities sprang to mind—

One: doodling on his face while he slept.

Two: stealing his snacks.

But the first didn't fit—his reflection in her eyes showed no marks—

"Wait—don't even need to say it. I've got it."

That left one option—

"You ate my snacks while I was out!"

He proudly declared his deduction to her.

"…Huh?"

"In this dark, tight underground—what else is there to do? Maybe scribble on my face while I slept, but it's clean—so that's out."

Chest puffed out, he pointed at her triumphantly.