NAPE - 94

Side Story 5

“Spicy!”

Bibi rushed to the refrigerator, frantically pulled out ice, and pressed it to her tongue. The ambiguous spiciness suddenly flared up, causing pain not only in her tongue but also in her ears. Namwon was a liar. He said even kids ate this. How on earth could kids eat something like this?!

Namwon clucked his tongue, seeing her reaction.

“To think that much is spicy. Just drink blood. That’d be better.”

He belatedly picked up a fork and began to demonstratively spoon tteokbokki and fish cakes into his mouth. Namwon chewed and swallowed the red, lava-like chunks, then paused slightly. He belatedly pulled out a receipt from his pocket and checked it carefully.

“Huh, why does this have Vietnamese chili in it? Spice level 3... I bought the wrong one.”

“...”

“J-just keep putting ice on it. It’ll be okay eventually.”

He gasped, sucking in air due to the spicy sauce. Catching Bibi’s resentful expression, he scurried towards the front door as if he had an urgent errand.

“Hah, so, see you next time? Hah, make sure you pack well.”

“Where are you going? Buy me a Caramel Macchiato!”

Bibi glared resentfully at Namwon’s retreating back, shouting at him for irresponsibly abandoning her after throwing a bomb in her mouth.

That infuriating vampire. To think she went to all the trouble of saving his dying self! She swore she’d never eat anything Namwon gave her again.

Bibi’s eyes welled up with tears as she held ice in her mouth.

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Only after drinking a Caramel Macchiato at the cafe in front of her house did her chili-attacked tongue calm down. It was a relief that she was somewhat used to ordering complicated drinks. When she spoke as Doyoon had instructed, she received a sweet and bitter drink with whipped cream on top, just like the one she had last time.

Harboring the ambition to definitely get revenge on Namwon later, Bibi placed her electric fly swatter on the side table and went to bed.

She couldn’t sleep deeply. Having always lived in cramped spaces, Bibi habitually slept fitfully, curled up like a shrimp. This was especially true when the spot beside her was empty, like tonight. Piling pillows high on the bed and gathering all the blankets helped a little. As the night deepened, the house was as quiet as the deep sea.

The steady silence was broken around dawn. Bibi, who had been in a light sleep, woke up at a sudden presence. She lay still with her eyes closed, listening intently.

“Where is she...?”

She heard Doyoon’s voice. It seemed he had returned early after finishing his business in Jeonju.

“Where on earth... I can smell her, but...”

He was kneeling on the bed, searching for something. Bibi peered out from between the mountains of pillows. Doyoon, who was frantically rummaging through the blankets and even shaking them out, came into view. Her surprise outweighed her joy.

“Doyoon, what are you looking for?”

Doyoon, who had been holding a pillow, blinked when he saw Bibi.

“So you were here. I thought...”

Relief and bewilderment flashed across his face, then a smile spread. To fill the empty space, she had piled a stack of pillows on the bed and burrowed into them like a wild animal, and it seemed her small body wasn’t visible from the outside.

“I missed you.”

Bibi embraced him tightly. It had only been two days since she saw him, but it felt like a month. She rubbed her cheek against his broad chest, inhaling his scent. His cool and refreshing body odor was noticeable. At the same time, an unfamiliar smell drifted into her nostrils.

Had he just smoked marijuana? She thought he only smoked it when he was enduring intense thirst. What happened? Bibi sniffed like a dog, trying to find clues through the scent.

Delicate fingers gently lifted her chin. Doyoon’s dark, deep-set eyes were visible. His face was so captivating it chased away all sleep. Among pure-blood vampires, he must be the most beautiful.

“Did you miss me a lot?”

Doyoon asked, raising one corner of his mouth. When she nodded dazedly, he seemed pleased, fluttering his eyes gently before kissing her. Hot breath escaped, and his tongue urgently pressed in. Doyoon must have missed her too.

Doyoon’s large palm supported the back of her head, holding her steady so she wouldn’t push back. Her breath quickly became shallow, and a wave of heat formed where their bodies touched. Bibi was no longer sleepy.

When they went to Thailand tomorrow evening, there wouldn’t be time to leisurely drink blood or indulge each other. This was her last chance to fully feel Doyoon. She stretched out her arms, wrapped them around his neck, and pressed her chest against his.

Though Doyoon never explicitly said it, he liked feeling her sensuality with his whole body. Unlike his firm body, her softness seemed to please him. Bibi unconsciously seduced him.

“Haa.”

The hand supporting the back of her head slowly moved down. Doyoon, who had been passionately kissing her, slightly pulled his head back and exhaled. His eyes, burning with passion, stared at Bibi as if to devour her.

“Do you want to try tonight?”

“Huh?”

“Try it yourself.”

Bibi, who didn’t immediately understand what he meant and briefly rolled her eyes, realized he was referring to sexual dominance. Generally, Doyoon had always led in bed. She merely had to surrender her body and enjoy the pleasure he bestowed.

Suddenly given the lead, Bibi was flustered, not knowing what to do. It felt as tense as being handed the steering wheel of a car she had been thrillingly riding in.

“I-I don’t know if I can do well.”

“Don’t be nervous. Just think of my body as something you can use however you want.”

Doyoon tidied Bibi’s hair, encouraging her. “Use however you want,” he said. It sounded like he was talking about a toy. Should she... try it?

Bibi bit her lower lip and mentally replayed the sequence of their past sexual encounters. There was generally a sequence. After kissing, he would take off their clothes, she would lie down, and Doyoon would be on top... showering her with foreplay and then penetrating her. They had just kissed, so...

Bibi awkwardly pushed Doyoon’s shoulder. He docilely fell back. She climbed onto his rock-hard thighs and unbuttoned his shirt one by one. Soon, his perfectly sculpted, firm abdominal muscles were revealed.

She extended her palms and caressed the rugged surface of his muscles, like a canyon. Until now, she had only touched him when drinking his blood, expressing intimacy, or embracing him as their bodies intertwined. This was the first time she had looked at him with such a purely sexual gaze, admiring him. How could he be so smooth and perfectly formed without a single hair? He looked flawless, as if plaster dust might fall off him.

Bibi lowered her head and ran her tongue over Doyoon’s chiseled chest. The cool, sleek skin surface met her tongue. She licked downwards, slowly reaching his navel.

“...”

The thick, straight line of his iliac crest, extending downwards in a triangular shape towards his lower core, was clearly visible. Undoubtedly, it was the sexiest part of Doyoon’s body. It naturally made her imagine how large the center hidden by his pants was.

Unconsciously, her breathing faltered. She reached out and carefully unbuckled his belt, her gaze meeting his deep eyes. Doyoon was calmly exhaling, looking at Bibi. An incalculable, condensed desire seemed about to engulf her, yet he didn’t budge.

Slowly, she unzipped his pants fly, and his semi-erect cock was trapped within his boxers. Suddenly, her throat felt parched. Bibi swallowed hard and ran her hand over his cock through the thin fabric. The hard, hot warmth permeated through the thin material.

“Ah.”

Doyoon winced, biting his lip. He clenched the bedsheet as if in endurance. His appearance was tantalizingly provocative, inciting something sadistic within her.

Bibi boldly pulled down his boxers. A long, straight cock sprang out, moistly emitting a sour body odor. The glans, split at the tip, was an appetizing pink. She gripped it with both hands and slowly stroked it from top to bottom.

“Hah...”

Doyoon let out a regrettable groan, clenching the sheet tighter. The veins on his wrist stood out like mountain ranges. He bit his lip, squeezed his eyes shut, and gasped. A new confidence swelled within her as the large man groaned because of her.

Bibi moved between his thighs and half-prostrated herself. It was a position that allowed her to clearly see his cock and his expression. She smoothly spread pre-cum along the shaft and quickly moved her hand up and down. As she stroked from the thick base to the tip, Doyoon’s thighs stiffened, and his breathing escalated, becoming more ragged.

Doyoon’s face was very flushed. His lips were plumper from biting, and his eyes were unfocused. This intoxicated-looking face was so erotic that she wouldn’t want anyone else to see it. His slightly parted lips revealed a red tongue. Bibi felt an urge to give him something more, a stronger stimulus.

Instinctively, she lowered her head. And extended her tongue, licking the shaft from the bottom up.

“Ah, sh-shit, wait a minute...”

Doyoon’s hips twitched and jerked. His black eyes widened in surprise. He propped himself up on his forearms, looking down at Bibi as she licked his cock.