Just a week ago, Jaeyoon kissed her deeply, as if he would take her heart out, pulling her head even closer. The kiss was rough yet tender, an ironic blend that felt just like the man in front of her now. Even though only their tongues were entwined, she felt a heat spread through her entire body, her brain on fire. This kiss felt like his confession, and she was overwhelmed with emotion, tears welling up in her eyes and her nose tingling.
He held her tightly, as if pouring out all the words he had never said. Jaeyoon finally pulled away when Hyerin’s hand brushed against the bulge in his pants. He breathed heavily, his forehead almost touching hers, his eyes filled with desperation and pleading. His dark hair, damp with sweat, clung to his forehead, giving him a strangely alluring appearance. Hyerin, still breathless from the intense kiss, kissed his cheek and whispered, “Do you want to put this inside me?”
He didn’t respond, so she continued, “You can. But if you do, you can’t run away anymore. What will you do?” Her voice was husky and seductive, and Jaeyoon closed his eyes tightly, pulling her closer and burying his face in her shoulder.
“You’re too cruel,” he murmured. Hyerin stroked his hair gently, like she would a puppy, and kissed the top of his head.
“I love you,” she said softly, running her fingers through his hair and down his neck. He shivered and finally whispered, “I want to.”
She didn’t know if his response was driven by emotion or lust, but she smiled, satisfied. For now, the invisible barrier between them seemed to have vanished. She pushed him back gently and unzipped his pants. His face was flushed, and he was breathing heavily, but his eyes were fixed on her hands. She pulled down his briefs, revealing his thick, dark erection. She swallowed hard, remembering how she had taken all of him inside her just a week ago.
His erection was intimidating, with a thick head and prominent veins. It seemed too big for her, and she felt a flicker of fear and resistance. But he urged her on, his voice desperate. “Hyerin, please, hurry.”
She took his erection in her hand and rubbed the head against her entrance. She was still wet enough to take him in. She lowered herself onto him, wincing as the head pushed past her tight muscles.
“Faster, please,” he begged, and she took a deep breath, pushing down until he was fully inside her. The pain was intense, but she felt a sense of triumph as she took all of him in.
With her head bowed and teeth clenched, she felt his impatient voice urging her on. Ignoring the throbbing pain, she tried to push him deeper inside her. She couldn’t let him down, not after he had fallen for her bold seduction. The thought of not satisfying him made her desperate, and she pressed her lower body down despite the trembling, but she still couldn’t take him in fully.
“Hyerin, if it’s not working…” Jaeyoon’s voice trailed off as he looked at her with concern. She snapped her head up, forcing a smile.
“No, I can do it. I just… I don’t know why it won’t go in…” Her voice wavered with frustration and anxiety. Her body was tense, and her chest felt tight. She was on the verge of tears, feeling like a failure.
Jaeyoon pulled her into a tight embrace, his body heat warming her up. She heard him swallow hard, and then he spoke softly.
“You’re shaking so much.”
“…..”
“Are you scared?”
His words hit her like a punch to the gut. She had been trying so hard to hide her fear, but he had seen right through her. The memory of their last encounter, which had left her sore and barely able to walk, was still fresh in her mind. But her desire to have him was stronger than her fear, and she shook her head, trying to hold back tears.
Before she could speak, Jaeyoon lifted her up and laid her down on the dining table. He made sure to support her head, but the cold, hard marble against her back still made her gasp. She looked up at him with wide eyes, his face shadowed by the light behind him.
“It’s okay. I’ll do it,” he whispered, taking a sip of his unfinished drink and kissing her deeply. He passed the liquor into her mouth, his thumb circling her clit at the same time. The bitter taste and the intense sensation made her shoulders tense up, but she swallowed the liquor down, feeling the warmth spread through her body.
As the last drop slid down her throat, Jaeyoon’s tongue invaded her mouth, sweeping away the bitterness. She moaned softly, feeling her body relax and heat up. She didn’t know if it was the alcohol, his kiss, or his skilled fingers, but she was finally ready.
“I can’t wait any longer,” Jaeyoon groaned, his forehead pressed against hers. “I need to be inside you.”
He pushed his hips forward, and this time, her body yielded to him. She gasped as he filled her completely, the pain and pleasure mixing together. He held her tightly, his breath ragged in her ear.
“You feel so good,” he murmured, beginning to move in and out of her. She wrapped her legs around him, urging him deeper, and he complied, his thrusts becoming more urgent and intense.
Her insides, now slightly warmed, grew wet and slick. She was gradually accepting him, but the pain remained. Finally, Jaeyoon pushed himself all the way in, his hand caressing her swollen belly as he cursed under his breath.
“Fuck, this is driving me crazy…”
He gritted his teeth, trying to catch his breath, and demanded, “Relax. You’re clenching so hard it feels like you’re biting me.”
Hyerin had been instinctively pushing against his shoulders, trying to escape the overwhelming sensation of pain and discomfort. She finally opened her wet eyelashes and looked up at him. Even though he had gotten what he wanted, Jaeyoon still looked pained. She wondered why they were both enduring this unpleasant experience.
“Can I move?” he asked.
“…Yes,” she whispered.
As Jaeyoon began to thrust, the veins in his arms and neck bulged. He was rough and forceful, and Hyerin could feel her dry flesh tearing and stretching to accommodate him.
“Ugh! Oh, god…!” she cried out, her body shaking with each powerful movement.
She couldn’t take her eyes off him, even as tears streamed down her face. She wanted to beg him to stop, to tell him it hurt, but the pleasure in his eyes silenced her. He leaned down and licked the tears from her cheeks, his breath hot on her skin.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured. “Even when you’re in pain, you’re so fucking cute I want to die.”
His words were crude, but his voice was tender. She could see the desire in his eyes, mixed with a fierce intensity that made her heart race. He was watching her closely, taking in every expression, every sound. She wondered what she looked like to him, spread out on the table, helpless and vulnerable.
As his kiss deepened, she could hear the wet sound of their bodies slapping together. The cold marble was now warm beneath her, and the pain had faded to a dull ache. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, his ragged breath on her neck.
He pulled away slightly, his lips brushing against her ear. “You look so fucking delicious right now,” he whispered. “Warm and sticky and sweet. I could eat you up.”
His voice sent shivers down her spine, and she could feel her body responding to his words. She was close, so close. He thrust deeper and harder, his fingers digging into her hips. She could feel the table shaking beneath them, the sound of their bodies filling the room.
Finally, with a deep groan, Jaeyoon came, his teeth sinking into her shoulder. She cried out in pain and pleasure, her own orgasm crashing over her like a wave.
“Oh god, it hurts…!” she sobbed, her body convulsing around him.
He held her tightly, his breath coming in ragged gasps. They stayed like that for a long time, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one.
Reaching the deepest depths, Jaeyoon throbbed and, after a while, spewed a lukewarm fluid in spurts. He gently swayed his hips, savoring the afterglow, as thick white clumps oozed from his genitals and slowly trickled down the crevice of her buttocks.
Jaeyoon, who had been lying beneath Hyerin who was only uttering moans, brushed her hair aside and carefully examined her. Her fair skin was marred by the bite marks and handprints he had unintentionally left. Her belly, which had held him, was completely relaxed and soft, and her eyes, wet with pleasure, were red and moist.
“Beautiful. So beautiful,” he murmured, planting soft kisses on the limp Hyerin, causing her body, still tingling with sensation, to tremble and twitch slightly.
“Ugh… Jaeyoon…….”
Hyerin gently pushed away Jaeyoon’s shoulder as he nuzzled her neck once more, and looked him in the eye.
“Hmm?”
Jaeyoon, seemingly intoxicated with pleasure, stared back at her with a dazed expression. Hyerin held out her palm in front of his face and continued,
“Give me your passport.”
At her breathless demand, he paused for a moment, then smiled softly and buried his face in her embrace, as if collapsing. After suppressing his laughter for a while, Jaeyoon finally responded with a voice full of happiness,
“Okay.”
“Ah… Now you’re swallowing it all the way to the root. You must be hungry. Does it taste good?”
“Ah!”
His crude words no longer registered in her ears. Hyerin trembled helplessly, overcome by yet another climax, she had lost count of how many times it had happened. Lying face down on the bed, Hyerin was completely pinned beneath Jaeyoon, his body leaving no space between them as he thrust into her plump buttocks. Each time, her hands clutching the bedsheet trembled pitifully.
“You came again. Ah… Fuck, you’re so tight.”
Jaeyoon interlocked his fingers with Hyerin’s trembling hand and kissed her shoulder and back.
“Why is your whole body so flushed? Hmm?”
“Ah…”
“Where does it feel good?”
Jaeyoon asked, his voice thick with excitement. It was a relentless question he had been asking ever since he noticed the faint pleasure she felt when they made love on the dining table a few hours ago. He handled her body like a light feather, changing positions swiftly and pounding deep into her belly with rough thrusts.
Whenever the intense pleasure felt like it was piercing her brain, he would soothe her with a gentle voice, like calming a child, but his body would pin her down firmly, and he would thrust even harder.
The climaxes were endless. Her mind was clouded, as if every wrinkle in her brain had been smoothed out, and all that escaped her mouth were moans. Pleasure and pain seemed to blur together; her vision swam, and her whole body felt limp, as if she had been in a car accident. And the one who had hit her was Jaeyoon, who had been exploring her body for hours.
“Hmm?”
When she couldn’t answer, overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure, Jaeyoon thrust deep into her again, as if spanking her buttocks.
“Ah!”
Hyerin’s oversensitive body trembled uncontrollably, and she climaxed again. Her inner walls clenched tightly around him, drawing a harsh curse from his lips.
“Ah… Damn. You clench so tightly every time I thrust; it’s hard to tell what you like.”
He ran his hot hands over her chest and spine, as if searching for her pleasure spots, and bit her earlobe. Her body shivered, and she squirmed helplessly. After hours of relentless stimulation, her entire body had become one big erogenous zone.
“Ah… I, I don’t know… Ah…”
She barely managed to reply, her words slurring together. He slowly ground his hips against her and asked again,
“You have to know. Focus, where does it feel good?”
“Ah, no, I don’t like it! Ah…”
“Here? Hmm?”
Unable to bear the relentless torment, she finally burst into tears. She sobbed pitifully, repeating that she didn’t like it, and Jaeyoon looked puzzled. He touched the wetness that was now dripping from their joined bodies and raised an eyebrow.
“Why? Does it still hurt? But you’re so wet down there… Look, baby.”
He gently turned her face towards him, and Hyerin sniffled,
“This, this position… I don’t like it… I want to see your face…”
Surprised by her words, Jaeyoon let out a low laugh.
“What am I going to do with you…”
He kissed her red ear affectionately and gently turned her body to face him. Seeing Jaeyoon’s face as she wanted, Hyerin’s sobs slowly subsided.
“Do you like this position?”
“Yes… I can see you, ah, like this…”
Hyerin answered honestly, and he kissed her forehead in approval, then began to move his hips slowly again. She thrashed her head from side to side, pushing against his shoulder, but he caught her small hand and kissed each knuckle.
“What about inside? Where does it feel best when I thrust?”
“Ah…”
The relentless questioning brought fresh tears to her eyes, her breath hitching once more.
“I don’t know… Ah, I’m so full inside… There’s no space left… Ah…”
“…What?”
“Why, ah, why is your cock so big… You asshole…”
“…..”
“How many, ah, how many girls have you been with… To be so good at this… Ah…”
Her resentful gaze softened, and tears streamed down like raindrops. Sobs of sorrow filled the bedroom. Jaeyoon held Hyerin tightly and chuckled. After laughing for a while, he licked her chest, already marked with red traces, and murmured,
“I feel so happy I could die.”
“Hic…”
His hips, which had paused, began to move smoothly again, stimulating her insides. As her sobs turned into moans, Jaeyoon asked the disheveled Hyerin beneath him,
“Does it feel good?”
“Uh, yeah…,” Hyerin replied, her words barely intelligible, a mix of moans and answers. She shook her head as if in distress, signaling that she was about to climax. Just as the wave was about to hit, Jaeyoon’s hips suddenly stopped. Breathless and frustrated, Hyerin sighed at the abrupt halt.
“…Where does it feel good?” Jaeyoon’s question faintly reached her hazy consciousness. Hadn’t she already told him that everything felt good? Her lower abdomen, hot with desire, ached with impatience. Faster, faster. More. A crude desire whipped her dulled mind. What answer did he want? Then, a memory from a week ago surfaced vaguely in her mind.
‘I already told you.’
The soft voice from her memory echoed, and Hyerin, her eyes unfocused, whispered, “My pussy…”
At her words, Jaeyoon’s eyes flashed, and he thrust deeply into her.
“Ah… Fuck. Since when did you become so vulgar…?”
“Ah!”
His seemingly larger cock filled her, and the pent-up pleasure quickly turned into pain. Overwhelmed, Hyerin begged Jaeyoon to stop.
“Ah! Stop! Ah…!”
Her hips and belly convulsed uncontrollably. The more she struggled, the more he pressed against her, moving his hips even harder.
“Our Hyerin’s pussy… ah… it’s so dirty.”
“Uh, you…! Ah!”
Overwhelming climaxes hit her one after another, making her lose all sense of time and space. Her oversensitive walls could no longer distinguish between her own sensations and his. As everything seemed to melt away, she heard his laughter-filled voice.
“Uh, Hyerin… we might make a baby. Do you want that?”
“No, I don’t! Ah…!”
She shook her head, knowing he was teasing her, but he thrust deeper and pressed down on her swollen belly.
“Really? You don’t want it?”
“Ah! Hic…”
The intense pressure made her walls clench tightly, and her entire body tensed up, making it hard to breathe. Frightened by this new sensation, she begged,
“Uh, I’m scared…. Hic, Jaeyoon…!”
“Ah… You’re so cute. Scared?”
He kissed her pale cheek and slowly released the pressure, allowing her to breathe normally again.
“You’re so cute… I can’t help but want to tease you more.”
He whispered in her ear as he moved his hips roughly again.
“Ah… I love you. Hyerin, I love you. I love you so much.”
His desperate, almost pleading confession made her trembling hands pull him closer.
“Kiss me…”
He looked at her with the same desperate expression. Eagerly, he captured her lips, still thirsty for more. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room. His crude words and desperate face were so different from his usual self, but she found it endearing. Her love for him was truly profound.
“Uh…”
With a low groan, the veins in his neck bulged, and his thrusts slowed, signaling his release. Jaeyoon savored the sweet aftermath, gently rotating his hips to stir the wetness inside her while entwining his tongue with hers. Only after a long moment did he pull away, gazing down at her from inches away. Her sweat-drenched white face, red-rimmed eyes, and parted lips looked endlessly alluring. He said the words she longed to hear.
“I love you.”
Her vision blurred, whether from the dreamlike state, the lingering climax, or the remaining intoxication, she couldn’t tell. Though she was utterly exhausted and could barely move, she pulled Jaeyoon’s head back down and pressed her lips to his.
‘Because saying “I love you”… isn’t enough.’
She hoped this kiss would be her answer.
* * *
The two, having indulged in each other countless times the night before, woke up late. They showered together and had the same pasta from yesterday for a late breakfast.
[When are you coming back?]
Even though the sun hadn’t set yet, Hyungwon had already texted. Did he really care about Jaeyoon’s love life this much? Or was he just asking because their parents were nagging him?
Hyerin, sprawled lazily across the bed in nothing but Jaeyoon’s oversized white t-shirt like a dress, smiled at him sweetly and typed back without hesitation.
[I’m going to stay here tonight and head straight to work from here.]
Thinking that was enough of an answer, she tossed the phone onto the nightstand without a second thought and snuggled back into his arms. Jaeyoon rested his chin on her still-damp hair and asked quietly.
“Joo Hyungwon?”
“Yeah. He was asking when I’m coming back. I told him I’m sleeping here and going straight to work. Is that okay?”
“Of course. Stay here forever.”
“…”
“Don’t leave.”
Hyerin, who had been quietly resting against his broad chest, abruptly lifted her head and touched Jaeyoon’s forehead, frowning.
“Are you sick? Your head?”
“No. I’m perfectly fine… unless you count feeling like I’m about to fly away because I’m with you.”
He grinned playfully and leaned in to steal a brief kiss. Hyerin blushed but narrowed her eyes at him, pretending to grumble.
“Are you really the same Jung Jaeyoon who used to drive me crazy for over twenty years? The one who pushed me away just yesterday?”
“Why?”
“Why? Because… this is scary. I’m too happy. It’s too much…”
He kissed her again without warning, mumbling as if finishing her sentence.
“Yeah… it’s too sweet. That’s why I’m losing my mind. Not even thinking about the consequences…”
“……”
“Even if I become an ungrateful bastard… I’m going to have you.”
Even as her heart swelled with a deep, intoxicating happiness at his certainty, the phrase ‘ungrateful bastard’ caught on her mind. If she was reading the mood right, Jaeyoon was still carrying some sort of burden.
“What, are you saying I seduced you with my body? That I’m so talented in bed you fell for me overnight?”
At her teasing, Jaeyoon closed his eyes and chuckled softly, playing along like always.
“Yeah, I was going crazy. You were so damn good, wouldn’t let me go. Thought you were going to eat me alive.”
He trailed his gaze down her body lazily, pressing a kiss to the ends of her long hair. The subtle heat in his voice made her recall last night, and she swallowed hard without realizing it. Jaeyoon caught even that tiny reaction, pulling her close again to kiss her. It was one of many kisses they had shared today — she had already lost count.
Just as the bittersweet taste filled her mouth, he pulled away slightly, leaving a lingering warmth, and asked with a sigh.
“Am I… a cheater right now?”
“…Huh?”
“You know, that guy on your team…”
Jaeyoon trailed off and looked away from her. His lips jutted out slightly, his face full of obvious dissatisfaction. It was only then that Hyerin thought of Seongchan and let out a short, incredulous laugh.
“What, you’re worrying about that now? So you’re saying you made out with a woman who was already taken last night?”
“You were the one who—”
“Ohh, because I made the first move, you’re innocent? You’re the victim, huh?”
She raised an eyebrow playfully, and Jaeyoon mirrored her with a mocking raise of his own.
“Victim or culprit, I don’t care. And it’s not worry—it’s jealousy.”
“…Jealousy?”
“Yeah. I’m dying of jealousy. It’s fucking annoying.”
He grumbled and glared at her as he continued.
“On my birthday, you didn’t even stay with me ’cause you went to see that guy.”
His voice was filled with resentment, and Hyerin, stunned, blinked slowly before letting out a tiny, breathless laugh. Could a person really change this much overnight? She cupped Jaeyoon’s face in both hands and asked him gently.
“You were upset?”
“Yeah.”
He pouted and nodded, looking just like a sulky little boy. Unable to resist, she leaned in and kissed his pouting lips. Only then did Jaeyoon finally look at her, his gaze naturally dropping to her mouth. Hyerin brushed his lips with her thumb and whispered.
“Do you like me?”
“Yeah.”
The answer came the instant the words left her mouth, and she pulled him into a deep kiss, smiling against his lips. She couldn’t help it — she was just too happy. The thought that *he* was the one feeling anxious over her was so unreal. The days she had burned with worry over his love life felt like a distant, faded memory now.
“Don’t laugh,” Jaeyoon murmured against her lips. “So… are you going to break up with him?”
She didn’t want to lie, but he was so adorably jealous that she couldn’t resist teasing him a little more.
“Well… I don’t know? He is pretty good-looking. I might need to think about it.”
“Think about it… because he’s good-looking? Wow…”
Jaeyoon turned away dramatically and let out a heavy, theatrical sigh. His broad back crumpled in a way that made it clear he was genuinely sulking.
Seongchan had been involved in a love triangle scandal not long ago, his unblurred photos circulating online for a while. It seemed Jaeyoon really had zero interest in celebrity news. Hyungwon, who was a fan of Haeyoung, had even grilled Hyerin back then, asking if the guy was her boyfriend — and she had broken into a cold sweat trying to explain that they just looked similar.
The relationship with Seongchan had been nothing but a play to provoke Jaeyoon, but Hyerin decided not to tell him that. Thinking back on all the nights she cried over Jaeyoon, she figured he could stand feeling a little bit of that same anxiety now.
“I already broke up with him. No matter how I look at it, Jung Jaeyoon is way better looking. I guess… my taste doesn’t change that easily.”
“…Really?”
“Yeah. So hurry up and show me that handsome face of yours.”
She poked his unmoving back with her finger, trying to get a reaction, and suddenly he turned and wrapped his arms tightly around her.
“Every day, I’m scared out of my mind,” he murmured.
“Tch… Listen to you. Like you’re one to talk. You’re the one who kept meeting other girls and making me cry…”
“…You cried?”
“Yeah. Every time. I was sick of it, really.”
The memories washed over her, bringing a wave of sadness, and she burrowed deeper into his arms. Feeling his warmth against her body was the only thing that reassured her this wasn’t just another dream.
“I’m sorry,” he said, so softly it barely reached her ears.
Hyerin let out a soft, bitter laugh. She had only ever heard his apologies when he was rejecting her — but now, it felt strangely comforting.
“It’s okay. You’re here now… Ah, but seriously, for twenty years, did you really not see me as a woman?”
“Mm… Didn’t we clear that up yesterday? I’m crazy about you.”
“I don’t mean it like that…”
“If anything… the problem was that I saw you as a woman way too soon. I’m sorry.”
“…What?”
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me. Just… know this — I’ve liked you way more, for way longer, than you think.”
It felt like a response that was asking her not to press any further. Hyerin, about to speak, instead found herself staring at the Mimi doll on the bookshelf behind Jaeyoon, and instinctively, she burrowed back into his arms. At that moment, she didn’t need to distinguish between the different types of love; her heart felt full enough.
“Then… are we dating now?”
She raised her head and asked carefully, and Jaeyoon raised his eyebrow, flashing a playful smile.
“Unless you’ve been trying to seduce me as a casual hookup, maybe?”
“Tch… just give me a straight answer.”
“Be my girlfriend.”
Jaeyoon kissed her fingertip softly, his eyes shining with a mischievous glint. She nodded eagerly and snuggled into his embrace.
“When should we tell Mom and Dad? That their daughter’s crush is finally over!”
“Hmm…”
Jaeyoon let out a hesitant sound, and Hyerin, still smiling, glanced at him closely.
“Is it… hard for you to tell them?”
“No, I’m okay with it. But… there’s one person I need to get permission from first.”
“…Joo Hyungwon?”
She asked, her instinct kicking in, and Jaeyoon closed his mouth. She realized this was an affirmation, and with a frown, she raised an eyebrow.
“I’ll tell them. It’s my relationship, no permission needed. I mean… I can understand if they might oppose it because of the situation when we break up or something…”
Hyerin couldn’t continue as her thoughts tangled, and Jaeyoon let out a small laugh, resting his forehead against hers.
“Hyerin, you shine brighter than anything in my world. I can’t imagine how dark life would’ve been if I hadn’t met you. So, even if I lose everything, I’ve decided to hold on to you.”
“……”
“Even if I turn out not to be as good a man as you think I am, it’s too late. I’m not letting you go. We don’t have the option to break up. I’m way too possessive.”
“……”
“You’re in trouble now, you know? You got caught by a crazy guy…”
In his eyes, there was a flash of that desire from the night he had forcefully claimed her. Her throat tightened, and as her gaze locked with his, she swallowed hard. He chuckled softly, sensing her nervousness, and gently combed through her hair, reassuring her.
“Anyway, let me tell Hyungwon and your parents first. I’ll make it quick. Okay?”
“Got it… I want to show off, but I’ll hold off for now.”
“Thanks.”
Jaeyoon kissed her forehead as a thank-you, then suddenly reached for a book on the nightstand and handed it to her.
“This… was the last book I wanted to give you.”
“Last…”
The words stung, even though she knew it was no longer the case. As Hyerin took the book, a silver ring fell out from between the pages. She picked it up and looked at Jaeyoon.
“I couldn’t celebrate your birthday, so I thought I’d give it to you early.”
Hyerin stared down at the ring, her eyes starting to well up. Jaeyoon took the ring from her and carefully slid it onto her left fourth finger, smiling contentedly. The ring, with its dazzling small gemstone, looked more extravagant than simple—it seemed like something you would see in a drama, a proposal ring.
“I’m glad. It fits perfectly.”
“Why are you laughing…! You were going to leave like this? Telling me to forget about it, or what…?”
Hyerin’s voice trembled with frustration as her eyes filled with tears. Jaeyoon gently wiped her dampened cheeks with his thumb, his voice soft and full of emotion.
“I don’t know. Honestly, I might have wanted you not to forget. I’m a selfish person.”
“…You’re cruel.”
“Yeah, I am.”
Even as she scolded him, Jaeyoon chuckled and gestured toward the book.
“Want to make a bet with me?”
“Huh? A bet?”
“Yeah. If you can read all the sentences in the book out loud in 30 minutes, you win. If not, I win.”
Hyerin glanced at the book, her eyebrows twitching. It looked like an ordinary novel, so why couldn’t she read it?
“Is it not translated?” she asked.
“No, I worked on it myself,” Jaeyoon replied.
“Are there many censored sentences?”
“About fifteen.”
Hyerin tilted her head, even more puzzled.
“Then… unless you gag me, I’ll win. Don’t underestimate a native Korean.”
“Will you grant me a wish if you win?”
“Sure! What a treat! No take-backs?”
“So, should we set a time limit?”
Jaeyoon showed Hyerin a 30-minute alarm and pressed the start button. Hyerin pondered what wish to make him grant her while eagerly opening the book and flopping down on the bed. Reading the books he gave her before bed had become a familiar routine. She quickly became engrossed, flipping through the pages to find the highlighted sentences. The more she thought about it, the more amused she felt. Fifteen sentences wouldn’t take more than 10 minutes to find, even if they were scattered throughout the book.
“Ah, found one. ‘Your transparent eyes devour my naked heart.'”
“I’m thirsty,” Jaeyoon murmured softly from beside her, but Hyerin, driven by her competitive spirit, eagerly turned the pages and responded,
“Go drink something. No take-backs if you didn’t hear me, and no cheating by gagging me later!”
“I won’t gag you. But my mouth…”
She suddenly realized Jaeyoon was no longer beside her. At first, she thought he had gone to get water, but then her legs were abruptly spread apart. She felt a warmth between her thighs and looked down to see Jaeyoon’s head barely visible under her long white T-shirt, his large hands holding her thighs open.
“What are you doing?!” she exclaimed.
“I’m thirsty,” he replied, his hot breath tickling her intimate area. Before she could protest, something wet and warm licked her from her entrance to her clit. Realizing it was his tongue, Hyerin tried to close her legs, but his strong grip held her firmly in place.
“No, don’t… it’s dirty,” she protested weakly.
“Thirty minutes isn’t that long,” he replied.
“Jaeyoon, please…!” she begged, but his firm response cut her off.
“Keep reading.”
Determined to win, Hyerin gritted her teeth and looked at the countdown timer. Twenty-seven minutes left. She picked up the book again, trying to ignore the sensations between her legs. The room filled with the sounds of her turning pages and his eager licking.
Jaeyoon’s tongue traced her entrance, lapping up her wetness before sucking hard, like a wild animal drinking from a spring. He stiffened his tongue and thrust it inside her, his thumb circling her clit. Her inner walls clenched around his tongue, and he repeated the motion, seemingly enjoying her reaction.
“A love without, ah, promise… fades… ah!” Hyerin struggled to read the sentence, her hips bucking as Jaeyoon’s upper lip brushed against her clit. She gripped the book tightly, her vision swimming with pleasure. She had already climaxed three times, but she had barely read three sentences.
Jaeyoon paused his ministrations, as if monitoring her progress.
“Fades?” he prompted.
“Possessive…,” she gasped.
“‘Bitter’ possessiveness,” he corrected her, his voice husky.
Jaeyoon seemed to have memorized the sentences, pointing out the parts she missed before burying his face back between her legs. His hard, hot tongue flicked her clit from side to side, making it swell and throb. With each movement, Hyerin writhed and moaned in pleasure.
“Ah, no! Ah!”
Soon, her vision blurred, and she could no longer see the words on the page. As Hyerin’s struggles intensified, Jaeyoon sucked her engorged clit into his mouth, pulling and tugging with his lips. The sensitive flesh pulsed between his teeth, and her body convulsed with pleasure. Hyerin’s face flushed red, and her back arched unnaturally as a wave of intense sensation washed over her. When Jaeyoon finally released her clit, Hyerin’s tense body went limp, collapsing onto the bed.
Panting, she thought the torment was over, but Jaeyoon flicked her swollen clit with his tongue, gently scraping it with his front teeth.
“Ah, no… please, ah, stop! I give up, ah!”
Hyerin could no longer form coherent words, her mind numb from the overwhelming pleasure. She desperately wanted to push him away, but as she reached for him, Jaeyoon took her hand, interlacing their fingers, and continued to lick and suck her sensitive flesh.
Wave after wave of orgasms crashed over her. Her legs trembled at his slightest touch, and her hips bucked with each flick of his tongue. After a while, he focused on her urethra and clit, licking and sucking until she felt a sudden, urgent need to pee. Panicked, Hyerin sat up and grabbed his hair, trying to pull him away.
“No, I can’t… I’m going to pee. Jaeyoon, please… I can’t hold it, ah!”
Instead of pulling back, Jaeyoon pushed deeper, licking the length of her clit before sucking it into his mouth. Her belly churned, and her clit throbbed intensely.
“Ah!”
Just as she felt something gush out of her, Hyerin managed to push Jaeyoon away. Relief washed over her, but her vision blurred, and her body convulsed as a warm liquid spurted from her. When her vision finally cleared, she saw Jaeyoon’s chin dripping with fluid.
Mortified, Hyerin grabbed tissues from the nightstand and frantically wiped his face.
“I-I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” she stammered, tears streaming down her face. She couldn’t believe she had squirted all over his face. “I told you to stop, hic, I told you to stop…”
Her words were a mix of resentment and apology, but they were slurred and hard to understand. Hyerin’s body still trembled from the aftershocks of her multiple orgasms, and her breath remained ragged. Her pleasure-glazed red eyes scanned Jaeyoon’s face, tears streaming down her cheeks. Jaeyoon watched her silently with an enigmatic expression as she wiped his face.
Suddenly, the alarm rang sharply, signaling that 30 minutes had passed.
“Looks like… I won?” Jaeyoon said, grabbing Hyerin’s hand as she wiped his face. He licked his still-wet lips and sought her agreement. She nodded, unable to protest.
Jaeyoon pulled her close, his hands wrapping around her slim waist, and laid her down on the bed. He kissed her deeply, making her already labored breath even more erratic. Her vision swam as their lips finally parted, a thin strand of saliva stretching between them.
Hyerin blinked several times, trying to focus her gaze. Jaeyoon looked down at her with affection and pressed his erection against her pale thigh.
“Grant me my wish,” he whispered, not giving her a chance to respond before kissing her again. Hyerin closed her eyes, her mind going blank as she accepted him.
Beside them, the book lay open to the last page:
“I love you still, and I will love you forever.”
That was the last sentence Jaeyoon had highlighted, and the final line of the novel.
* * *
“Ah… Do you feel it even while sleeping? So cute…”
She didn’t remember when or how she fell asleep. But when she opened her eyes to the sharp sound of the alarm, the world was shaking. She heard ragged breathing in her ear, and instead of a blanket, a large body was pressing down on her.
“Ha… You’re so tight. Are you awake?”
A husky voice stirred her from her daze. Her body was pushed up and pulled down in rhythm with the creaking of the bed, which mixed with the persistent alarm, grating on her nerves.
“Ah, uh, ah…!”
Had she been experiencing pleasure even in her unconscious state? Her dry, parched mouth let out soft breaths and sweet moans. Before she could grasp the situation, her hot, wet flesh clenched tightly around the thick shaft inside her. Jaeyoon groaned in pain and pleasure, brushing his lips against her slender neck.
“Ah… Don’t squeeze so tight.”
“Ah, inside… ah…! No, uh…”
“Huh… What did you say?”
His voice was filled with amusement. He thrust deeply into her, his hips slamming against the bed, and as he came, her small, tight ass trembled with her own climax. Her muscles, tensed and clenched, finally relaxed as she exhaled deeply.
“Good morning,” Jaeyoon said, finally showing his face and kissing her sweaty forehead as if nothing had happened.
“Hot… Tired… Heavy… Thirsty…”
Overwhelmed by the sudden wave of pleasure, she blurted out her thoughts without a filter. Jaeyoon suddenly grinned, his dimples deepening, and collapsed on top of her.
“Ah… Feels too good. Don’t want to pull out.”
“You like it…? I told you not to come inside me. You never listen.”
“Is that my fault? I tried to pull out, but you wouldn’t let go.”
Her voice was hoarse and dry, like a desert after a drought. He had pushed her to the brink of unconsciousness multiple times last night, using his “wish” as an excuse to torment her. And now, he was waking her up like this. Her body, still wet and sensitive, made squelching noises with every tiny movement. She worried that her belly, filled to the brim, might burst. She had used up all her fluids on him, so it was no wonder her mouth was parched. And yet, his face looked even more radiant than yesterday.
“Do you really have to go to work?”
With his face buried against her chest, Jaeyoon looked up at her like a child and asked. His behavior, oddly playful, made her ruffle his messy hair and lift the corners of her lips in a smile.
“Yeah, I want to stay like this too, but if I want to feed you, I have to work.”
“Ah, my prince is so cool.”
Every word he said carried a faint smile and a teasing tone.
“I really don’t want to let you go. Maybe I should just kidnap you and run away…”
“Geez… Turns out Jung Jaeyoon’s more of a whiner than I thought.”
“Do you hate it because I’m being clingy?”
“Hate it? I actually love it. Feels like you’re finally opening up to me. Do you even realize how hurt I was all this time? Anyway, now that we’re a couple, lean on me. Whenever you’re worried, tired, sick… no more hiding.”
His once light voice grew heavier, weighed down with sincerity, and Jaeyoon closed his eyes again, as if he might drift off to sleep.
“Yeah… there really was never an option where I didn’t fall for you.”
Hearing him murmur, Hyerin smiled warmly, then grumbled for no reason.
“Tch… You barely even acted interested in me until recently.”
“You already caught me pretending, didn’t you? Pretending means I wasn’t actually disinterested. So just see it as cute, okay?”
Suddenly lifting his head, he puckered his lips like a duck, silently asking for a kiss.
“Ugh. You’re way too cute, seriously.”
When Hyerin lifted her upper body slightly and kissed him with a loud smack, Jaeyoon smiled with a lazy curve of his lips and finally sat up. As he moved, the warmth that had been pooled between her inner thighs spilled out, the sticky sweat cooling against her skin. Quietly straightening her aching back, Hyerin glanced down between her legs. As expected, thin, pale liquid gushed out from her entrance.
“Ah, Hyerin, you’re making a mess… how clumsy,”
Jaeyoon said, chuckling as he pushed the leaking fluid back inside her with his fingers. Feeling the wickedness in his overly playful smile, Hyerin frowned and kicked at his sturdy shoulder.
“Ugh, seriously, it keeps leaking out! I have to go to work!”
“Well, guess you’ll just have to take a day off,” he replied smoothly.
“God, seriously! Just because you’re freelancing doesn’t mean you can ignore my office life! Society isn’t a joke, you know?”
As she kicked at him, Jaeyoon grabbed her foot, kissed the top of it over and over, mumbling sorry, sorry without pause. His mischievousness, which had only occasionally appeared and made her heart flutter over the past twenty years, now overflowed excessively, teasing her without restraint. Like a sly snake slithering over a wall, the kisses that started from the top of her foot slowly climbed up her knee and thigh, eventually becoming deep, heated kisses.
He moved his tongue languidly, wetting her dry mouth with slow, luscious strokes, while one hand teased her still-swollen, overworked clit. Her inner walls twitched at the stimulation, and her entrance pulsed, expelling a mixture of air and his seed.
“Ah…! No, stop.”
“Hyerin, my stuff keeps leaking out… You have to clench.
Or… should I block it for you again?”
“Ugh, oppa… you’re kinda a pervert.”
“Yeah, I’m a total pervert,”
Jaeyoon shamelessly replied as he guided her hand to his face.
“But still, love me anyway.”
The corners of his eyes curved down adorably. Hyerin, stroking his cheeks cradled in her hand, looked him over from head to toe. Just looking at him could soothe her anger—maybe this was exactly what people meant when they talked about ‘forgive because he’s good-looking.’ She wondered if he knew how weak she was to visual stimulation. The more she learned about him, the more wickedly cunning he seemed.
“I love you… you bastard.”
Even as she called him all sorts of insults—pervert, bastard—Jaeyoon only laughed happily, plucking a pack of wet tissues from the nightstand and gently cleaning her up. As she quietly accepted his careful touch, Hyerin let out a pained, weak moan from her sore entrance and throbbing hips.
“Ahh…”
“Why? Is it cold?”
“No… it’s not that, haah… Oppa, you’re going to be 29 soon, almost thirty, right?”
“Yeah… that’s right?”
“Then… how do you still have so much energy? I’m younger than you, you know…”
Even though she was still in her twenties, Hyerin wondered if it was really possible to spend two whole days doing nothing but having sex. While she was visibly growing more exhausted, Jaeyoon only seemed to get more energized the more they did it.
Catching onto the meaning behind her words immediately, Jaeyoon chuckled and shrugged his shoulders.
“You just don’t know what a 17-year-old boy’s libido is like. Seventeen-year-olds are bursting with energy. No matter how much they do it, they still want more.”
The completely random answer made Hyerin arch her eyebrow in confusion.
“Seventeen?”
“Yeah. In front of you, I’m seventeen.”
“What are you even talking about? How many years are you shaving off? Eleven? Twelve?”
“Mm… something like that.”
“Ugh, what the hell!”
Jaeyoon abruptly pushed his head toward her. Although she was annoyed that he wouldn’t properly explain himself, Hyerin figured it probably wasn’t anything serious and just chuckled, roughly ruffling his soft hair.
“Ah! Is that supposed to be praise? Your hand’s so rough.”
“Is a seventeen-year-old talking back to a twenty-six-year-old? Kids these days…”
“Please praise me properly, noona.”
Without a hint of embarrassment, he called her noona and leaned in closer, making Hyerin laugh in disbelief as she planted quick kisses on his handsome face.
“Honestly, you’re shameless. Whatever it is… you did good. You worked hard.”
“Mm, thanks.”
Jaeyoon lowered his lashes slightly and leaned in closer. Feeling the shift in atmosphere, Hyerin quickly covered her mouth and shook her head, but a sweet whisper immediately followed.
“Just once.”
He clung to her like a puppy, so cute that she almost gave in. But if she kept getting dragged around by this aggressive ‘seventeen-year-old,’ the twenty-six-year-old office worker might really end up unemployed.
“Stop.”
Even at her firm refusal, Jaeyoon moved in and kissed the back of her hand, murmuring low,
“Joo Hyerin, just once.”
Before she knew it, he was gazing at her with a completely serious face, without a trace of playfulness. He gently pulled her hand down and kissed her hungrily.
‘Why do people kiss so much?’
‘Because just saying “I love you” isn’t enough.’
If all of Jaeyoon’s endless kisses really carried that meaning, then maybe he was desperately trying to tell her again and again—
That he loved her. That he loved her to death.
Thinking that way, his persistent, clinging kisses suddenly felt achingly desperate.
