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Knock, knock.
After knocking, Hae-soo carefully pushed the intricately carved doorknob.
As she entered, the cityscape bathed in the setting sun poured into the office. Beneath the overwhelming view, which seemed capable of swallowing her whole, sat a man who appeared to effortlessly bear the weight of that scene.
Lee Ho-beom, who had his phone to his ear as if in the middle of a business call, noticed Hae-soo and stood up.
Approaching her, he removed her bag and coat while still holding the phone between his ear and shoulder. He then took them and placed them on a sofa located in a corner of the office. It was a fluid motion, as if he had done it many times before.
After finishing his tasks, the diligently attentive man leaned down and briefly touched his lips to Hae-soo’s before returning to his desk. Even while receiving a report over the phone, Lee Ho-beom left a quick, audible peck, then turned away as if he had completed his business.
Hae-soo sat on the sofa and looked around his now somewhat familiar office. It had become a natural part of her routine to visit this place after visiting her father at the hospital.
“Wait a moment.”
Having ended his call, Lee Ho-beom put down his phone and spoke. Hae-soo watched him, absorbed in his paperwork, and decided to do her own work, pulling her bag closer. The fact that they could now focus on their individual tasks in the same space without feeling awkward or uncomfortable proved that they had spent a considerable amount of time together.
While solving problems on her workbook, her legs neatly together on the sofa, the lead of her mechanical pencil snapped as she was marking a passage. She clicked the back of the pencil, but no new lead came out. Realizing she had only brought the mechanical pencil as her writing utensil, Hae-soo looked up.
Lee Ho-beom was at the far end of his executive desk.
She unconsciously lowered the mechanical pencil she was holding and observed the scene.
Today, he was wearing a vest over his shirt, which hugged his broad chest, and the sight of him reviewing documents still felt unfamiliar. This businessman-like demeanor seemed incongruous with the man she knew, even in her imagination.
Perhaps because their first meeting was when he appeared as a thug demanding payment, that image was too vividly etched in Hae-soo’s mind. Only the tattoo peeking out from his neatly collared neckline, revealing his true nature, was a familiar sight.
As his live-in partner, she couldn’t help but notice that his business had become increasingly busy. A man who used to try to return home by 2 a.m. at the latest was now frequently returning in the morning.
That’s why she had told him before coming to the office today, “If you’re very busy, it’s okay to eat dinner alone at home,” but he had insisted on making time and called her here. It seemed that Lee Ho-beom regarded their meals at a restaurant after visiting her father as a kind of date.
Perhaps sensing her staring, Lee Ho-beom, who had been buried in his documents, suddenly raised his head. When their eyes met, he narrowed his sharp eyes. He then rested his chin on his hand and silently mouthed, “Why?”
Hae-soo put down her workbook and approached his desk.
“Do you have a pen?”
“A pen?”
“My pencil lead ran out.”
He lazily looked up at Hae-soo, who had approached him, still resting his chin on his hand, and patted his thigh.
“......Why?”
“Sit here.”
“No.”
“I’ll give you a pen.”
Although she was suspicious, she had no other option but to borrow from him, so Hae-soo reluctantly followed his instructions.
“Open the third drawer down there.”
He turned slightly and pointed to the row of drawers running along the left side of his long desk. The third drawer was already low, and with her position, she would have to bend over deeply to reach it. As if she had no doubt that there was a pen inside, Hae-soo bent down and struggled to open it.
“Why are you rubbing your crotch against my cock?”
Inevitably, her slightly protruding rear pressed against his groin, and she subtly rubbed against him.
“No, it’s... not... ah...!”
Just before she could grab the handle, Lee Ho-beom lifted her up. Hae-soo, her face slightly flushed from leaning forward, gasped in bewilderment. Lee Ho-beom stared at her as if wanting to devour her cheek, then casually slipped his arm under her skirt.
“Are you trying to seduce me? Now?”
“No...”
“If you’re wet, let’s do it.”
“I’m not wet.”
“Really? I’m hard.”
“......”
“You made me hard by rubbing against me.”
The man’s hand, which had invaded her, circled over Hae-soo’s core, hidden beneath her slip and panties. It was an undeniably lewd touch. Hae-soo frowned and shifted her hips, as if uncomfortable. Unfortunately, that only fueled Lee Ho-beom’s desire.
“Come to think of it, hasn’t it been three days?”
Hae-soo, who had been pressing down on her skirt, which he kept flipping up, flinched. He rubbed his lips against her honest cheek and grinned.
“Looks like today’s our sex day.”
One of the promises they had made when Hae-soo began her serious exam preparation was to have sex every three days.
What was the biggest problem?
It was stamina.
The man, much older than Hae-soo, was excessively vigorous, while Hae-soo, who was weaker than her peers, would quickly tire and collapse after just one round of sex.
Spending the night rolling around with him would often lead to her spending half the next day listlessly, which was why this special measure was put in place. She needed to manage her stamina, at least until the college entrance exam. Of course, to get him to agree to this promise, Hae-soo had to let him devour her, melting her body bit by bit, for several days.
“Uhn...”
Lee Ho-beom, who was tracing the skin discreetly hidden beneath the thin fabric with his fingers, licked her twitching cheek and finally slipped his hand into her panties. He parted her plump labia and gently rolled the reddish clitoris nestled in the center, causing Hae-soo to swallow hard.
“Don’t...”
“Why not?”
“Take, take your hand out. Quickly.”
“Are you going to use polite speech or casual speech?”
Chuckling softly, Lee Ho-beom spread Hae-soo’s thighs, which were coming together as they pleased, and began to rub her clitoris more earnestly.
As he rubbed the pea-sized protrusion, along with the thin, fine pubic hair, with his entire palm, it gradually hardened. He pinched the tip of the protrusion with his index finger, twisting it slightly. It was obvious that blood had rushed to it, making it the perfect color to suck on.
“Looks like your clit’s erect?”
“Ah, ugh. No...”
“Who cares? Damn it, I’m erect too.”
He had felt a dull ache since Hae-soo sat with her core pressed against him, and as she began to rub against him playfully, he lamented, feeling the rush of blood to his groin.
Lee Ho-beom slowly rubbed his hardened penis, which was clearly outlined on his thigh, against her buttocks. With his hand rubbing her from the front and his swollen penis rubbing her from behind, Hae-soo’s breath gradually grew warm.
“Take it off, let me touch you properly.”
As if annoyed, he unbuttoned Hae-soo’s skirt and let it fall down her smooth legs. His shoes pressed down on the fabric, rubbing it as if he had no intention of letting her wear it again.
Lee Ho-beom amorously caressed her core, covered by the skin-colored underwear he had bought her. After stroking her overall, he pressed two fingers together and focused on the spot where her entrance was, causing Hae-soo to tense and relax her upper body repeatedly.
“You’re going to complain again if your panties get wet, right?”
“Ugh, wai...!”
Finally, he removed her underwear, which was the only thing covering her lower body, and spread her legs wide. One leg was precariously perched on the desk, which was cluttered with documents, and the other was on his forearm. He tossed the slightly damp panties aside and slipped his fingers into Hae-soo’s mouth.
“Suck on them.”
“Ugh, oop...”
“It’s easier to insert when it’s wet.”
His tone was rather gentle, but the three fingers in her mouth were not. They pressed down on Hae-soo’s palate, scraped her wandering tongue, and moved about as they pleased. The wild movements, stirring her mucous membranes, caused saliva to gather and cling to his fingers.
Lee Ho-beom finally pulled out the thoroughly wet fingers, lightly brushing her teeth. The saliva-lubricated fingers naturally fell downwards.
He firmly grasped Hae-soo’s trembling knees and began to rub her clitoris with his sticky fingers.
Her chin lifted high, and her head rested on his shoulder. Lee Ho-beom, seeing her helplessly crumbling as if pleading, moistened his dry lips and stared intently at Hae-soo’s face, which was rubbing against his chest.
“Did you come here imagining getting fucked here today?”
One of the fingers, which had been focusing on rolling the stiff, swollen protrusion, slipped down and touched her entrance. Hae-soo shook her flushed face. There was no denying her body’s eagerness to resist.
He wore a smile that mimicked a sneer as he pushed two fingers into her opening, which had been opening and closing intermittently.
“I’ve been imagining fucking you here.”
“Ugh, haah...!”
“It’s tight.”
He frowned in dissatisfaction, noting the narrowed interior, as if he had completely forgotten the sensation of it being smoothly loosened by the semen he had poured into her three days ago.
“What’s the point of loosening it if it’s going to be so difficult?”
“Ahng, uh... ah...!”
“It’s as tight as a virgin’s after three days, damn it.”
Lee Ho-beom spat out the saliva he had gathered in his mouth, finding the movement difficult. He spread the viscous liquid evenly with his palm and moved the half-inserted fingers back and forth. Fortunately, her entrance gradually relaxed, as if she hadn’t completely forgotten the sensation of receiving his cock.
He gently explored her walls, his palm facing upward. He spread his fingers wide inside her soft, yielding vaginal mucosa, stirring them like scissors, causing her fluids to gush onto his palm.
As her opening began to moisten, the fingering gradually found its rhythm. Lee Ho-beom breathed heavily and pulled her trembling body closer, inserting another finger into her core.
“Hnn...! Ah, no... tear, it’s tearing...!”
“What’s the point of saying it’s tearing when you take my cock?”
He scoffed, as if telling her not to exaggerate, and began to vigorously explore her insides. Hae-soo, completely naked from the waist down and spread wide, facing the office door, could only moan helplessly.
Even though she knew it would be disastrous if someone walked in, her lower abdomen, which had started to tingle when he touched her clitoris, spasmed uncontrollably, melting her nerves.
Her opening, wet and slippery from the fluids she had released, throbbed from the finger thrusts. Hae-soo, who had been covering her mouth with her hand, desperately grabbed his arm, but Lee Ho-beom was focused on pressing down on her inner walls, which were squirting fluids onto his palm.
“Let’s keep your lower body under control, Hae-soo.”
“Uhn, haah, ah...!”
“Can’t you see my pants are all wet? What if they smell like your pussy later?”
The man’s mischievous nature emerged without warning. Who was it that was spreading her legs and causing her to release fluids? As Hae-soo glared at him, panting, Lee Ho-beom chuckled and nipped her nose.
“Just a moment, uh, wai... ah, ah!”
Her moans grew louder and shorter.
Lee Ho-beom rotated the three fingers, pressed together like a clump, inside her, then pulled them out at the right moment. Her core, unable to escape the slippery sensation, remained open, dripping fluids.
He pulled Hae-soo’s limp waist onto the desk. Her back arched as it touched the cold glass. Hae-soo looked up at him in bewilderment as he positioned his torso between her legs and slowly descended.
“Wh, what are you doing...!”
“What else can I do in this position besides eat you out?”
Immediately after saying that, Lee Ho-beom’s tongue licked up Hae-soo’s perineum.
A shiver ran down her spine. Lee Ho-beom grasped Hae-soo’s ankles, scratching her inner ankles with his nails, and played with his tongue. Hae-soo made a gasping sound and gripped the man’s hair, which was arrogantly positioned between her legs. Pleased with her grip, Lee Ho-beom made a sound of pleasure and began to ravage her.
“Uhn, ah, wh, what if some... uhn... someone comes...!”
“Shouldn’t you have worried about that when I was sucking your fingers in your pussy?”
Lee Ho-beom chuckled, saying that the previous position was even more embarrassing if they were caught. He ran his tongue around her softened opening and then, as expected, scraped her erect clitoris with his front teeth.
After tormenting her moderately fleshy vulva with greedy licks, he forcefully parted her buttocks and inserted his tongue into her core.
“Hah,” Hae-soo let out a suppressed moan from above.
Her fingers, which had been gripping his hair like a lifeline, tousled his neatly waxed hair. Yet, Lee Ho-beom was only pleased. Her actions, born from a feverish, embarrassing excitement, only served as stimuli that aroused his lust.
Her parted opening greedily sucked on his tongue. Lee Ho-beom, making a guttural sound, savored the slick, clinging flesh with languid tongue movements.
Each time he pushed his tongue in as far as it would go and swirled it around, the sticky fluids clinging to it sweetly stimulated the tip of his tongue. With this taste, he felt like he could live with his tongue buried inside her forever.
He tightly gripped Hae-soo’s trembling hips, which kept rising and falling, and moved his fluid-soaked tongue in and out of her opening.
The squelching sound trailing along his tongue caused a white flash in his mind. As for Hae-soo, she was no different; the amount of fluid she was releasing from her gaping entrance increased exponentially.
“How did you endure for three days with so much fluid?”
“Hahng, ah... ahh...!”
“Were you secretly rubbing yourself while studying?”
His tone was slurred from speaking while greedily working his tongue. However, Hae-soo seemed to understand him, shaking her head vigorously and tightening her entrance.
He slapped her buttocks, asking if she was trying to bite off his tongue as well as his cock. The sharp, spreading pain caused her hips to bounce up and down involuntarily. A high-pitched moan echoed through the humid office air.
When he lifted his head from her core, which he had been sucking for a long time, her lower body, thoroughly violated, was completely soaked. Naturally, his tongue, which he slowly pulled away as if reluctant, was dripping with fluid.
Hae-soo, weak from the numbing sensation from her scalp to her tailbone, couldn’t stop him from pulling off her sweater, which had ridden up to her chest. When he gently stroked her disheveled hair and unhooked her bra, she was completely naked before him.
Lee Ho-beom leisurely admired her with eyes glistening like they had been oiled with lust.
Unlike himself, who was neat enough to walk out of the office at any moment, Hae-soo, sprawled on the desk as if begging to be devoured, drove him wild. He felt a tingling sensation at the nape of his neck and a swirling sensation deep in his stomach. It was a familiar feeling; he was starting to crave sex intensely.
He rubbed his nose against her slender neck, as if wanting to steal her scent.
At that moment, he felt her body stiffen slightly.
Hae-soo’s pupils froze. Meanwhile, her limbs, lying on the desk, trembled faintly.
Perhaps due to the memory of being choked during sex, Hae-soo still reacted sensitively when her bare skin was touched in that area.
Each time, Lee Ho-beom acted very carefully, as if handling fragile glass. He would either press down on the spot with his nose or gently lick it, as if melting a candy.
It was a gentle gesture, best described as soothing. It was a frequent occurrence during sex, and he always relieved Hae-soo’s tension caused by the aftereffects in this way.
Perhaps the reassuring weight pressing down on her and his gentle, non-threatening actions had an effect, as Hae-soo gradually came to and blinked.
“Ahn Hae-soo, where are you?”
Only after confirming it was him did Lee Ho-beom slowly press his lower body against her.
Hae-soo opened her mouth at the sensation of his pressure against her wet opening. He pressed his forehead against hers, his face filled with a longing to thrust his tongue into her mouth.
“Your office.”
“Hnn...”
“What are you doing naked in my office?”
Even though he spoke as if scolding her, his actions contradicted his words. He rubbed his groin against hers, as if teasing her.
Even though he hadn’t unzipped his pants, his erect penis, which was so aroused that its outline was visible down to his thighs, pressed against her core with a hard presence.
Hae-soo looked into the man’s eyes, which were looking down at her through her heat-blurred vision. She had seen those eyes from time to time since she had been with Lee Ho-beom.
Eyes that were sharp and rough, filled with an intense surge of emotion towards her, a pure pleasure from her complete settlement at his side, and a lingering, soft, and tender something around the edges.
In the past, looking into those eyes made her feel uneasy.
When he tormented her with her debt, when he pushed her against the wall in the bathroom during their chance reunion, when they secretly met to have sex to pay off her debt, avoiding Director Seo’s eyes...
Hae-soo wondered if she had perhaps recognized his feelings earlier but had simply pretended not to notice because she was too overwhelmed to handle them.
Two years had passed since the end of their chaotic relationship.
Like the unstoppable flow of time, relationships also change. Hae-soo no longer found it difficult to look into those eyes. Rather, she felt alive every time she met his gaze.
Because they were the same.
They were exactly the same as when he had grabbed her as she was about to jump into the sea.
“Huh...”
The man, breathing heavily, placed his hands on either side of her head and pressed his lower body against hers. Hae-soo’s wet opening, as if wanting to receive his shaft even through his clothes, twitched incessantly.
A thumping sound came from their pressed groins. Lee Ho-beom was forcefully thrusting his lower body against hers. Hae-soo’s body rocked up and down as if they were actually having sex.
Hae-soo twisted her hips, emitting a nasal moan. Lee Ho-beom’s eyes followed her every movement, as if he didn’t want to miss a single detail.
The sensation was too intense. Hae-soo began to feel detached from reality, seeing the man and the office ceiling above him. Sex with Lee Ho-beom was always fraught with danger.
In the past, she was too preoccupied with thoughts and messy emotions, always pushing aside and denying pleasure. But once she started accepting it, it was incredibly difficult to resist, as if the nerves in parts of her body she didn’t even know existed were coming alive.
Just as Hae-soo finally raised her hand to grab him, the intercom chimed.
[Director, Executive Director Kang is here.]
A simple notification sound activated the intercom.
Hae-soo’s eyes widened as if they would pop out, and Lee Ho-beom’s head snapped up. The dense, heated atmosphere quickly dissipated. After checking the door, he swiftly pulled the frozen Hae-soo under the desk. Then, he sat back in his chair as if nothing had happened.
The door opened at the most inopportune moment.
“What’s this sudden visit?”
“I heard you were in the office, not out on business.”
Lee Ho-beom stared at Kang Muk-hyun, who entered and closed the door, then subtly glanced down. Hae-soo, suddenly trapped between his legs, looked up at him with a troubled expression. Unfortunately, there was no time to get dressed, so she was completely naked.
Her full breasts and the triangle covered in thin, fine pubic hair were sexually stimulating. Damn it, Lee Ho-beom let out a soft sigh at the sight of his crotch still throbbing in this situation.
“Didn’t you have a golf appointment with Director Song this afternoon?”
As Kang Muk-hyun asked, Lee Ho-beom reached under the desk. He cupped Hae-soo’s chin and pressed down on her lower lip. With his other hand, he fumbled with his pants, which had been painfully tight, and pulled out his swollen penis.
Hae-soo, anticipating his actions, shook her head in protest. However, she was too timid, afraid of being caught, and trapped under the desk with nowhere to retreat.
Lee Ho-beom placed his glans directly into Hae-soo’s lips, which were opening and closing. The sensation of his glans, dripping with sticky fluid, being enveloped by her moist membranes sent a shiver down to his fingertips.
All of this clandestine activity was happening under the office desk, with a guest present.
“It’s been postponed until tomorrow.”
“Oh? Hmm. That sly fox, he’s probably meeting with someone else and weighing his options.”
Kang Muk-hyun, who had been heading straight for the desk to deliver something, paused, noticing something out of the corner of his eye. It was the bag and workbook on the reception sofa.
“Is your ‘baby’ here?”
Lee Ho-beom didn’t immediately catch Kang Muk-hyun’s words. He was too engrossed in the sensation of his glans being pushed into Hae-soo’s warm mouth. It was Hae-soo, suddenly forced to kneel under the desk and suck on his cock, who recognized his words. Her pupils trembled precariously. Lee Ho-beom reassured her by stroking her jawline.
“Where did she go?”
“I don’t know.”
Kang Muk-hyun snorted, amused by the irresponsible answer. He checked his wristwatch, realizing he was short on time due to another appointment, and approached the desk again.
“I came to give you this. It’s a list of construction companies scheduled to participate in the upcoming auction.”
“You came all the way here for that? You could have had someone else bring it.”
“Well, I thought I’d drop by and show my face.”
Hae-soo trembled her dark, oily eyelashes at the sound of shoes ominously tapping on the floor.
Dissatisfied with her just holding the tip of his glans in her mouth, Lee Ho-beom pinched her earlobe with his fingernail. Hae-soo had no choice but to purse her lips and suck on his glans.
Even though it was just the glans, not the entire shaft, its size was considerable, and her jaw was already aching. Lee Ho-beom groaned softly, just loud enough for someone nearby to hear.
Since Hae-soo had complained about her throat hurting during fellatio, he had been encouraging her to suck only his glans instead of forcing himself inside her. Perhaps that’s why her tongue movements, stimulating the glans, which had a thick, red vein, felt quite practiced.
He not only wrapped the line running across the tip with his entire tongue, rubbing it, but also didn’t forget to use his pointed tongue to pry open and poke at the small hole that released the Cowper’s fluid. The thought that this was oral sex he had taught and developed sent a shiver down Lee Ho-beom’s spine.
“You’re good at it, but just in case, Director Kang’s ability...”
Kang Muk-hyun’s steps halted at that moment. Part of a head was visible, slightly peeking out from under the desk. He immediately recognized who it was.
Hae-soo deftly sucked on Lee Ho-beom’s cock, which wriggled inside her mouth, while also being keenly aware of the situation outside. Perhaps it was because she was completely naked. Alarmed by Kang Muk-hyun’s sudden pause, she stiffened and looked up.
Lee Ho-beom, as if trying to soothe her fear, cupped the back of her head and subtly gestured for Kang Muk-hyun to leave with his other hand. It was a nonchalant gesture, as if he were shooing away a fly.
Kang Muk-hyun, with an incredulous expression, shook his head and tossed the file he was holding onto the desk. Startled by the rather loud sound, Hae-soo lightly grazed the shaft with her teeth. Lee Ho-beom’s jaw tightened.
“I’m leaving.”
“...”
“Having fun?”
Kang Muk-hyun, turning his back and waving dismissively, left the office. As soon as the door slammed shut, Lee Ho-beom pulled his chair back.
Hae-soo, rubbing her lips with the back of her hand, looked as if she were about to burst into tears. She must have been very nervous. Even in this situation, the sight of the white fluid clinging to her red lips, the pre-cum from his cock, caused a tight twist somewhere in his mind.
As Hae-soo crawled out from under the desk, she flinched at something entering her legs. It was Lee Ho-beom’s shoe, as he sat in his chair, watching her.
The glossy top of the shoe rubbed against Hae-soo’s naked core. The smooth leather was quite cold, causing Hae-soo’s body to shudder. Perhaps because she was so startled, all the nerves in her body were on edge; her thighs tightened as the shoe rubbed against her. A string of sticky fluid stretched out like a silver thread from the shoe, which had been lightly rubbing her.
Lee Ho-beom grinned savagely at the explicit trace.
“Where do you want to eat?”
It was obvious what he was referring to. Hae-soo ran her tongue over the inside of her mouth. The taste of his penis lingered strongly. But given the location, her lips wouldn’t open easily. When Hae-soo firmly sealed her lips and remained silent, Lee Ho-beom picked up the intercom and held it to his ear.
“Don’t let anyone into the office from now on. Including Executive Director Kang.”
It was close to a declaration that he would have sex with her right there. Hae-soo had no way to stop a man who was so bold and headstrong.
He put down the intercom and asked again with a look. The question was quickly recalled. Since their sex was always intense, she wanted to avoid the floor or the desk. She had tutoring tomorrow, so she couldn’t put that much strain on her body.
“The sofa...”
As if he expected that answer, he leaned forward. He slipped his arm under Hae-soo’s buttocks and lifted her up effortlessly.
Even during the short walk to the sofa, he didn’t forget to slip his hand between her buttocks and explore her core. Hae-soo, holding onto his shoulder to avoid falling, gasped as his finger slipped in and out of her.
Hae-soo, leaning back on the sofa almost as if lying down, swallowed hard when she realized her legs were fixed in an M-shape. Lee Ho-beom, still fully dressed except for his erect penis exposed above his unzipped pants, said,
“You almost made me cum when you bit me earlier.”
“Hnn...”
In that position, he pressed their lower abdomens together, rubbing his veiny shaft against her. Since she was already slippery from the previous foreplay, insertion wasn’t as difficult as expected.
Hae-soo barely endured the forceful penis penetrating her, her opening stretching tautly, with short, broken breaths. Lee Ho-beom spread her labia with his fingers, which had already been swallowed halfway, and pushed in continuously.
His red, raw cockhead pushed and scraped against her soft inner walls. Hae-soo’s inner thighs twitched slightly, and her toes kept curling and uncurling. Lee Ho-beom, who had been penetrating at a rather slow pace, thrust his hips up forcefully, making a “thwack” sound, when he was almost at the end of her inner walls.
“Hng...!”
“Ah, fuck...”
The sensation of her walls clinging to his cock, layer by layer, was incredible. He rubbed his penis languidly inside her narrow, warm core, savoring the feeling. Her wide-open entrance greedily sucked in the shaft that had penetrated her, expanding as if it would tear her apart.
He grabbed Hae-soo’s hips and slowly increased his speed. Her tender inner flesh, repeatedly stretched by his thrusts, gradually loosened, aiding the smooth insertion. Hae-soo, shuddering at the dizzying thrill of her sensitive, wet interior being thoroughly scraped, clung to him tightly. Lee Ho-beom twisted his jaw and roughly bit Hae-soo’s lips.
“Uhn, ah, ah...!”
“Open your mouth. Haah, I’m going to spit.”
“Uhn, uhn... ugh...!”
Hae-soo, twisting her hips at the sensation of their insides deeply intertwined, unconsciously followed his instructions. Lee Ho-beom, panting, shook his hips and thrust inside her, spitting a clump of sticky saliva into Hae-soo’s mouth. He immediately pushed his tongue in as well, stirring it greedily to spread it across her teeth, soft palate, and other mucous membranes.
Hae-soo swallowed his breath and saliva, whatever it was, and writhed at the relentless thrusts, “thwack, thwack!” The rude cock, which had been slowly pushing her flesh up, finally began to plunge into the sensitive area where her cervix and vagina connected. Hae-soo, feeling a dizzying ecstasy that could disrupt the arrangement of her internal organs, trembled like someone who had been electrocuted.
“Uhn, uhn, ah...!”
“You, you fucking... if you clench like that, my cock will break, won’t it?”
“I don’t know. Ah, ah, just a little, slow, hnn...!”
“If you didn’t chew on me so much, I could, huh, go slower.”
Lee Ho-beom threw off the vest and shirt he had been wearing all along, one after the other. He tried to unbutton them, but his hands, driven by lust, couldn’t find composure, and he ended up tearing them off, sending buttons flying.
With only his dress pants on, he raised his body slightly. Because they were connected below, Hae-soo, leaning against the back of the sofa, had no choice but to recline even further.
As he began to thrust upwards, a different angle was now being crushed. Hae-soo writhed on the sofa, rubbing her flushed cheeks against anything she could find.
Thwack, thwack, thud, thud, thud! The man attacked Hae-soo’s core as if he had been starved for three years, not just three days. The force of his thrusts was so intense that every time their hips and pelvic bones collided, a dazzling flash appeared before her eyes, and a part of her brain was crudely distorted.
“Uhn, fin, hng, ah, ahh...!”
“Did you want to sleep with me? You’re dripping wet. Haah.”
Indeed, every time he thrust, the urethra above her opening tightened and loosened, releasing a stream of glistening fluid. Lee Ho-beom willingly accepted the fluids that soaked his lower body, raising his hips as much as he wanted.
Even if he intended to be gentle, once they started engaging in earnest, maintaining composure was impossible. Hae-soo’s inside was like a wicked temptress. Lee Ho-beom had long since become accustomed to being consumed by her body and mind.
The skilled man knew exactly when and how to move to send a woman to ecstasy.
As if proving this, Lee Ho-beom, who had been creating intense sensations with short, sharp thrusts, suddenly began to pull his penis out and thrust it back in with a violence that shook her cervix, continuing his sticky, rhythmic movements.
“Ahh! Ugh, uhn, hnn... ah, ahh...!”
When Hae-soo grabbed his arm, he took it as a signal and pressed his lips against hers. Hae-soo, breathing heavily at his wicked tongue movements, wrapped her arms around his neck.
Lee Ho-beom swiftly turned Hae-soo’s body, which was precariously leaning against the sofa armrest as if she were about to fall, and laid her properly on the sofa before mounting her with animalistic agility.
He gave her a moment to catch her breath, letting her rest her head on the armrest, and Hae-soo slumped like seaweed.
“Already tired?”
“It’s hard...”
“From what?”
From what? Was that even a question?
Hae-soo silently lowered her eyes to their joined groins. A thick, web-like trail of fluid stretched between them, evidence of their intense coupling. Lee Ho-beom tightly gripped Hae-soo’s parted buttocks and thrust inside her, though less forcefully than before. Ah, Hae-soo moaned and grabbed his broad chest.
“I’m, I’m hungry...”
“I’m hungry too.”
When Hae-soo looked up at him with surprised eyes at his unexpected agreement, Lee Ho-beom, distracted by her core, grabbed her breasts, which he hadn’t paid attention to all day, and languidly rubbed his hips against hers.
“I haven’t been able to fuck your pussy for three days. Of course I’m hungry, right?”
“No, I... ah!”
Her attempt to protest was cut short by his fingers pinching and twisting her nipple. Lee Ho-beom grabbed her hands, which were trying to stop him, and pinned them above her, rhythmically moving his hips.
He preferred to fuck her until she was practically unconscious, but he was also growing fond of this kind of leisurely sex, which Hae-soo particularly enjoyed. His lust-filled eyes were fixed on her breasts, which swayed with each thrust.
“Don’t you ever think about fucking me while you’re studying?”
“No... I don’t.”
“Why not? I think about you all the time while I’m working.”
“Like a fool,” Lee Ho-beom added, but his words were lost on her. The sensation of his penis thrusting upwards, scraping her insides, had stolen all her attention.
The gentle rubbing of their joined parts caused her whole body to tingle. Hae-soo sank into a languid daze under the man’s caresses, which freely teased her breasts and core.
Overwhelmed by the unbearable tingling inside her thighs, she involuntarily wrapped her legs around his waist. Lee Ho-beom, pleased, leaned down, and his penis, which had already been thrusting wildly, pressed against a sensitive spot in her vaginal wall.
“Ah, don’t, don’t leave marks.”
Hae-soo pushed his shoulder away as he sucked deeply on her collarbone and then nipped it with his teeth.
“Why not?”
“My tutor will see...”
Lee Ho-beom paused at her words and chuckled as he languidly licked her cleavage.
“I think she already knows.”
After uttering those cryptic words, he lifted his chest, which had been pressed tightly against hers, and rotated his hips sensually. Hae-soo moaned like a cat and groped his arm. His body, which couldn’t be grasped with one hand, was as solid as a rock.
“Don’t get too friendly with your tutor.”
“Huh...?”
“You’ve been spending so much time with her lately, you’ve been neglecting me.”
Hae-soo stared at him with puzzled eyes as he muttered, “Well, it’s not like it’s the first time.” Hesitantly, she spread her thighs wide and asked Lee Ho-beom, who was starting to pick up the pace again.
“Did you... purposely get me a tutor my age?”
He paused his hip movements, stared at Hae-soo, and then continued thrusting without answering. However, his unwavering eyes served as an answer.
As Hae-soo suspected, he clearly wanted to give her a friend-like presence. From the moment she had her initial suspicion to the present, when it had solidified into certainty, her heart fluttered uncontrollably every time she realized his intentions.
After a moment of silence, Hae-soo wrapped her arms around his neck and raised her upper body. Lee Ho-beom, as if understanding her movement, naturally turned her so that she was on top of him. He was a master at positioning.
Hae-soo, who had unexpectedly found herself on top of him, moved her hips back and forth, like a pelvic thrust, in time with his thrusts. Her wandering hands naturally found their way to his well-defined abs.
“Uhn, ah...”
Her breasts, trapped between her neatly aligned arms, swayed seductively in time with the lewd piston action. Lee Ho-beom watched the sight with flushed eyes.
“Are you shaking them like that because you want me to touch your nipples?”
As if to grant her wish, he twirled the protruding nipples between his fingers and then squeezed them as if he were going to tear them off.
“Ah! Don’t, don’t pinch, uhn...!”
“You won’t let me do anything. Just fuck your hole with my cock? You only care about your own pleasure? Am I your sex toy? Huh?”
“It’s not that, hng, ah, hah...!”
“You know I’m weak for you, so you just keep getting more and more coy.”
Despite calling himself a “sex toy,” he was clearly the one in control of this encounter. Even now, he was propped up on one arm, moving only his lower body to make Hae-soo’s body sway, enjoying the thrill of sex.
Hae-soo, feeling inexplicably annoyed, pounded his chest with her clenched fists. Of course, judging by Lee Ho-beom’s reaction, a dismissive chuckle, it didn’t seem to have any effect.
Hae-soo bit her lips, which were constantly emitting moans, and then, in a flash of inspiration, tightened her muscles below. Lee Ho-beom, noticing the sudden tightness of her inner walls, frowned.
“What are you doing?”
She felt a slight sense of relief at having elicited some kind of reaction from him. When Hae-soo held the tightness without releasing it, he stopped thrusting, which had been stirring her insides. If she stopped now, he would probably be in considerable pain. With that thought, she was about to get off the sofa when...
“Are you crazy?”
“Hot, wai...!”
“I’m being patient, why are you provoking me?”
Before she could swiftly escape, her hips were caught in his strong hands. Before she could run, he began to thrust into her with tremendous force. Hae-soo, forgetting that they were in the office and that someone might come in, screamed.
His horse-like penis filled her completely and then withdrew with such lightning speed that Hae-soo’s fluids gushed out like a flood over their tangled lower bodies. Almost forcibly pinned down by his arms, Hae-soo had to endure an overwhelming ecstasy as he thrust upwards, slamming against her cervix.
“Ah! Ah, ahh, ah, wai... hng, wai... ahh...!”
As if to show that he had been holding back, he thrust without mercy. The fullness made her abdomen convulse wildly. Every cell in her body twitched in spasms, and the urge to urinate became overwhelmingly intense. His penis, constantly stretching her opening, swelled with veins as if it were about to burst.
“Ahng, uhn, ahhh...!”
Her mind was reeling. Hae-soo, unable to breathe, gasped as she received his thrusts. Her abdomen ached unbearably. Tear-streaked, Hae-soo trembled like an aspen in his arms.
The moment Lee Ho-beom raised his upper body slightly and thrust his penis in, Hae-soo released the pool of fluids that had collected inside her.
“Hng, uh, haah... ah!”
Hae-soo, who had released so much fluid that a puddle had formed in the middle of the sofa, flailed in terror when he thrust his penis back in as soon as the wetness subsided. Lee Ho-beom, leaning against the back of the sofa, held Hae-soo’s limbs tightly and moved his hips like a stallion towards his unreached climax.
“Ah, ah, no, wai, I just, came... uh, hng...!”
Hae-soo’s back arched as if it would be crushed in his arms. The thick, cylindrical shaft moved in and out of her opening with breathless speed, making it burn intensely. It was obvious that her flesh would be bruised tomorrow. More than that, she felt as if a part of her mind would be strangely hollowed out if she felt any more. That fear shook her reason.
Lee Ho-beom, finally sucking on Hae-soo’s tongue as she burst into tears like a child, spread her buttocks wide.
“Ahhhh...!”
His cock, covered in thick foam, plunged deep into her glistening opening, reaching its roots. Hae-soo, burying her face in his shoulder, shuddered and then flinched at a sudden sense of unease.
“Ah, wh, what is this... it’s, it’s strange.”
Hae-soo, looking bewildered, barely managed to lift her numb waist, which was devoid of strength.
His penis, which had been buried up to his dark scrotum, slowly emerged and then popped out. From its tip, not a thick, viscous stream of semen, but a clear stream of water gushed out. Lee Ho-beom, holding his penis, which was bumping against Hae-soo’s buttocks, wiped away the water gushing from the tip.
“It’s not semen.”
He brought it to his nose and smelled it.
“Not... urine either?”
Hae-soo stared at him with a bewildered expression. Usually, the semen he released inside her would seep into her inner walls without flowing out in a viscous form. But strangely, what he released today didn’t seep in like a liquid, but stimulated her opening as if it would flow out. That was why she noticed it was different from usual.
Lee Ho-beom watched the thin liquid coming from his penis with a nonchalant expression, as if it weren’t his, and then exclaimed, “Ah!”
“I guess I squirted inside you because you’re so good.”
“Squirted...?”
“Like how you sometimes leak a little pee.”
He said that sometimes men squirt like this when it feels too good, as if the strange thing that had happened to his body was nothing.
“I heard other guys have to take enough drugs to blow a hole in their heads to barely squirt...”
Still, he seemed genuinely curious about the new experience, staring at his wet, glistening palm for a long time. Then, he gripped Hae-soo’s hips tightly with that hand.
“Want to try it?”
The man’s eyes, meeting hers, were filled with a chillingly clear curiosity. Hae-soo, seized by a vague sense of unease, stammered, asking what he meant. He rubbed his penis, which had barely stopped releasing the clear fluid, against her opening again.
“I wonder how long this will keep coming out.”
Hae-soo tried to shake her head quickly. But the blunt object was already parting her tender flesh. Instead of resistance or dissuasion, a sharp cry escaped her lips.
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When she woke up from her fainting spell, the dazzling nightscape greeted her.
The brilliant city lights seemed to be tilting slightly, and she wondered why—only to realize that she was lying on her side, resting her head against something. A hand gently swept her hair back, prompting her to lift her gaze.
Lee Ho-beom was sitting on the sofa, leaning back against it, with an unlit cigarette between his lips as he looked down at her. She opened her mouth to say something, but what came out instead was a weak cough. Her lungs rattled, sending a dull ache down her spine to her tailbone.
Ho-beom reached out and handed her a water bottle. Perhaps guessing that she didn’t even have the strength to twist it open, he made sure to unscrew the cap for her. As she soothed her dry throat with a few sips, she felt his arm wrap around her waist, pulling her closer.
Now seated with her back against his chest, Hae-soo swallowed the remaining water while gazing out at the cityscape. At sunset, the view had been grand and majestic, but now, under the black night sky, it felt eerily quiet—like being left alone in the middle of a dense forest.
It was as if only the two of them existed in the world.
The clothes draped over her bare skin weren’t the sweater and skirt she had been wearing earlier. Instead, it was a dress shirt—one that Ho-beom had worn while working. Due to the stark difference in their physiques, the shirt covered her thighs and then some. On her, it looked more like a dress than an actual shirt.
“Open your mouth.”
Something suddenly approached her lips.
“What is it?”
“Something you go crazy for.”
Before she could even figure out what it was, the sweet scent hit her nose, and her lips instinctively parted. A rich sweetness spread through her mouth.
It was a chocolate cake, its soft layers coated with an extra layer of chocolate.
Any lingering wariness vanished in an instant, and she opened her mouth again, like a baby bird eagerly waiting to be fed. Sitting with her perched on his lap, Ho-beom patiently played the role of caregiver.
Living together, he had come to learn many things about her.
For example, despite how she seemed, she had a weakness for sweet treats. Sometimes, she even skipped meals and filled up on them instead. Ho-beom, in particular, had a preference for desserts so sweet that just looking at them made one’s teeth ache.
“I should’ve fed you real food first,” he murmured.
Hae-soo glanced up at him as she swallowed another bite of the cake, which melted on her tongue.
“By the time we were done having sex, all the restaurants were closed,” he added nonchalantly.
She couldn’t help but laugh.
In the past, she might have been startled by such blunt words, but after living together for so long, conversations like this had become routine.
Ho-beom toyed with her bangs, silently watching the way her lips curved into a soft smile. His expression reminded her of the one he had worn earlier—when he had stared at the strange liquid dripping from his own length, looking as if he had just witnessed something utterly unfamiliar.
Hae-soo leaned into his embrace a little more comfortably. She felt him momentarily freeze while scooping another piece of cake from the whole round sitting beside them. But it was brief. Soon enough, another bite was pressed to her lips, leaving her no time to dwell on it.
“Why don’t you ever gain weight?” he muttered, his palm gliding slowly over her knee and up her thigh. Then, with a scoff, he added, “Did it all go to your breasts or something?”
“It’s just my metabolism,” she replied.
“Your weight stays the same, but I swear your teeth are gonna rot at this rate,” he said, clicking his tongue.
“…….”
“I’m not gonna brush your teeth for you, so take care of that yourself.”
The thought of him grumpily squeezing toothpaste onto a brush and shoving it into her mouth made her chuckle again.
Once, she would have never imagined herself smiling so naturally in front of him. Not when she had once chosen him out of sheer desperation, when she had wandered the depths of despair with nowhere else to go.
And yet, here she was, laughing.
It felt strange.
There were things he had done to her, wrongs he had committed, sins he had carried out—undeniable truths that even he couldn’t refute.
Yet, someone had once told her:
Memories are eventually overwritten by new ones.
And indeed, the past two years they had spent together had layered over the old wounds like gentle waves washing ashore. Of course, waves were fluid—eventually, the tide would recede, and when that happened, the pain and suffering she had endured might resurface.
But then, just as naturally, the tide would rise again and bury them once more.
Maybe that was how pain faded over time.
Gradually eroded by the passing waves, dissolving like sediment in the sands of new memories.
Over the past two years, Ho-beom had undoubtedly changed.
In the beginning, when they had just started living together, Hae-soo had flinched whenever he reached for her cheek. A reflex born from past memories—memories of his hand striking her face.
She vaguely recalled the expression he had worn then.
It had looked as though he had swallowed a hundred lead weights, his face weighed down by something unbearably heavy.
So thick, so deep, so opaque that she couldn’t even begin to grasp the emotions behind it.
After that, whenever he touched her cheek, he would always give a small tap with his finger first—almost like a silent signal, as if to say, Don’t be afraid.
Now, her mouth was filled with the taste of chocolate, her body cradled securely in his arms, the city lights casting a serene glow over them. Drowsiness crept in, making her eyelids droop as she surrendered to the quiet moment.
And then, out of nowhere, he muttered:
“Not much time left now, huh.”
The man had created this surreal space, yet he had no trouble pulling her back into reality.
It was already October.
The thought that all the effort she had poured into nearly a year of preparation would finally come to an end next month made her feel suddenly despondent. Hae-soo fidgeted with her intertwined fingers.
“What if I fail…?”
“So what? You can just try again.”
“But it takes a whole year.”
“You’re still young.”
“…….”
“If you get sick of studying, just quit and do something else.”
Live smart.
Even if it means using me.
That was how he had clumsily laid bare his sincerity, without a hint of deception, letting her wield him as much as she pleased. Even when she had no intention of doing so, he stubbornly placed his power in her hands and let her shake it as she wished. He had willingly become her solid backing. When she had confessed that she didn’t know what to do with her life, he had been the one to suggest that she pick up the studies and university education she had once been forced to give up.
“If you get into university, what do you want to do after you graduate?”
She hadn’t even taken the college entrance exam yet, and he was already getting ahead of himself.
“I haven’t even enrolled yet. Who thinks about graduation this early…?”
“Want to be my secretary?”
“…….”
“Actually, never mind. If you’re around, I’d be too distracted to get any work done. I’d probably just call you in every day to fuck you.”
“You’re so annoying.”
“Still, I’d like to see you in a suit at least once.”
“…….”
“Even when you’re all covered up, you still have a way of looking sexy.”
“That’s just how you see me.”
“Then that’s a relief.”
He lowered his head and licked the corner of her lips.
Apparently, there was still some leftover cream from the cake. As the taste hit his tongue, Lee Ho-beom briefly furrowed his brows. Hae-soo, watching his expression, parted her lips slightly. A silent taunt—half a joke, half a dare—as if asking whether he could handle licking something even sweeter inside.
He let out a breathless chuckle at her audacity before shoving his tongue in without hesitation.
A muffled sound escaped her throat as she paid the price for provoking him. Her tongue tingled from the force of his relentless sucking.
Within the office, where even the glow of the city lights couldn’t quite seep in, a different kind of heat quietly simmered.
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