Chapter 43 : A Hospital Room Encounter (1)

Iris hesitated, then parted her lips.

A soft tongue slid into her mouth.

Starting from her neatly aligned teeth, the tongue traced along the smooth inner cheeks and the roof of her mouth, finally tapping gently at her own timid, shrunken tongue.

As her tongue began to move shyly, the thick invading tongue coiled around it like a snake in mating.

With a fervent rubbing and prodding full of desire, Iris’s breath gradually grew ragged.

“Haah, uh.”

“Breathe through your nose.”

Laika whispered quietly after breaking the kiss, then dived in again.

Their tongues intertwined wetly, and every time Laika turned his head, the tips of their noses brushed softly.

While continuing the kiss, Laika subtly pulled Iris’s waist onto the bed.

Flushed with excitement, Iris let herself be led and climbed up.

Naturally, Laika came over her, almost pinning her down.

Their legs tangled, and their hot bodies pressed close without any gap as the consuming kiss went on.

Laika’s hand that had been touching her small ear slowly moved downward.

The fingers that had been teasing her slender neck gradually traveled lower like playing a piano and began to explore her waist.

As she moved while lying down, her hoodie rode up, revealing bare skin.

When Laika abruptly slipped his hand under the hoodie and touched her flat stomach, Iris’s eyes widened.

She turned her head away from his lips and mumbled awkwardly.

Her trembling brown eyes glanced at the hospital room door.

“Wait, what if someone comes in…?”

“No one’s coming in now. Why, you don’t want to?”

“Well, even so…”

Someone might mistakenly open the door thinking it was their room.

Or worse, a journalist or a die-hard fan who knew it was Laika’s room might barge in.

Seeing Iris’s anxious expression, Laika sighed, jumped up, and shuffled barefoot toward the door.

He checked the door, jiggled the handle, and cursed.

“Why the hell is there no lock? Fuck, what kind of shitty hospital is this…?”

“Ah… I heard hospital doors usually don’t have locks.”

She remembered hearing that somewhere.

Hospital rooms were designed to not be locked.

Iris gave a bitter smile and looked at Laika.

Since the door could open at any time, it seemed like this was the right point to stop.

‘I was so caught up in the kissing I didn’t even check for a message. Let’s see… Nothing popped up?

Maybe it’s like last time—just kissing doesn’t trigger it.

Do we have to go further for progress…?’

Seeing that no message appeared, Iris frowned.

This damn chastity device seemed to want her to go all the way with the villain.

Annoyed, Laika gave the hospital room door a frustrated kick.

Even so, he didn’t kick hard—he was still aware of how others might perceive him.

He opened the door slightly and looked around sharply.

The VIP room was on the top floor and completely isolated, so the hallway was empty.

He turned back with an awkward smile.

He was worried she might say this was the end.

“There’s no one in the hallway… I made sure no one besides approved people could come up here.”

“Still, it’s kind of…”

“Shit…”

Laika anxiously bit his lip.

He was completely turned on, but thanks to this damn unlocked hospital door, everything was going off script.

Spreading his palms, he started trying to persuade her again.

“There’s seriously no one. Iris, you saw it on the way up, right?

This is the only room on the top floor, and aside from my manager, not even a rat around.

Even the manager went home, and I’m not a critical patient, so no nurse is going to barge in.”

“Still… what if, just in case…”

She clearly wanted to do it very badly.

Sitting on the bed, Iris stifled a laugh as she scanned Laika from head to toe.

Dressed in hospital clothes and barefoot, trying so hard to convince her—it was almost absurdly cute.

She glanced at the bulge in his hospital pants and decided to indulge his desire just a bit more.

‘I’d feel a bit regretful if we stopped here too…’

Pouting her lips, she pretended to think for a moment, then shrugged.

“Alright. Then, just a little more…”

“Just a little? Wait—”

It seemed he wasn’t happy with the condition of “just a little.”

He frantically looked around, then dragged over a recliner from one side of the room like it was a shopping bag and blocked the door.

It was a sliding door, so it wouldn’t do much, but the effort alone was almost tearfully admirable.

“There. That should do it, right? No one’s coming in now. You know that, right?”

“Well, I guess…”

Iris gave a small nod, as if letting him win this time.

At this moment, Laika didn’t mind Iris acting differently from usual.

Right now, his only priority was to release the heat burning through his body.

He practically leapt onto the bed and climbed on top of her.

And then came another searing kiss.

With a loud smooch, Laika sucked on Iris’s lips, then hungrily explored her mouth, pushing his tongue deep down her throat and pulling it back again and again.

The rough, almost penetrative kiss was an expression of his lust.

“Mm… haah.”

“Haah, Iris, take off your glasses. I want to see your eyes.”

As Iris turned her head and let out the breath she’d been holding, Laika licked his saliva-wet lips and spoke in a low, husky voice.

Their kissing had made her glasses quite bothersome.

He also simply wanted to look directly into her eyes.

In response to his request, Iris pouted.

“Mm, but then I can’t see well…”

“Just for a bit, they’re in the way.”

After repeated persuasion, Iris finally removed her glasses.

Laika took them and placed them on the nightstand, then stared into her brown eyes as if studying them, letting out a soft exclamation.

“Ha, I knew it. I wasn’t wrong. Why do you even wear glasses? Your eyes are huge and beautiful—like sweet potatoes glazed with honey.”

“I have poor eyesight… Ah, not there.”

While complimenting her eyes, Laika’s hand slid sneakily back under her hoodie.

Iris flinched at the cool sensation of his touch.

Still, he kept up his lecherous smile and didn’t withdraw his hand.

His large palm sensually caressed her narrow waist.

“I’ll just touch your belly. Just the belly. You’d look even better in contacts. Actually, no—glasses are better. It’s best if other people don’t notice you.”

“Wait, not that far…”

How could someone be this shameless?

Pretending to compliment her eyes while doing this…!

Iris grabbed Laika’s hand as it suddenly crept up over her hoodie.

The hand that was only supposed to touch her belly had made its way up to her bra.

Laika’s blue eyes shimmered with desire he could no longer hide.

Breathing unevenly, he fidgeted his hand.

“Haah, just a bit more. I just want to touch a little more.”

“Mm, no… I shouldn’t—ah.”

Even as she said no, Iris couldn’t put strength into her hand.

In the end, Laika’s large hand cupped her full breast over her underwear.

Her chest was so ample it spilled between his fingers.

Laika gave her cheek a smooch and whispered:

“As expected… they’re huge.”

“Mmm, only over the underwear, ahh…”

His hand began to move.

Squeezing and releasing her perky chest repeatedly, Iris’s eyes narrowed and sweet moans escaped between her lips.

He grabbed hard, then kneaded intensely in circles.

Iris’s waist twitched at the strange sensations radiating from her chest.

Each time Laika’s hand rocked her breasts, heat pooled in her lower belly and her lips went dry.

“Ah… aaah.”

“Haa…”

His thick fingers traced the outline of her bra, then began to rub her stiff peak through the fabric.

A jolt of electric pleasure flashed through her, and an involuntary moan escaped her lips.

Laika rubbed and circled her hard nipple through the cloth with his thumb, but his patience had reached its limit.

Eventually, his hand slipped beneath her bra.

Flipping his palm, he began roughly fondling the warm flesh.

Iris, caught off guard, instinctively rested her hand on his firm shoulder.

Was that a message I just saw flash by?

…Aah, forget it.

Just a little more… I’m going crazy.

Iris shook her head.

Message or not, she wanted more of Laika’s touch right now.

Now he pushed her bra up entirely and began kneading her breasts freely with both hands.

Her full chest jiggled with every squeeze of his hands.

He supported her breast in his palm, then pinched and rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

Iris couldn’t stop the moans that burst from her lips in response.