PTT - 8

Baek Siheon unhesitatingly removed Raon’s blouse and then unhooked her bra from behind. In an instant, she was half-naked, and she quickly averted her gaze downward.  

Though still intoxicated, her face burned with embarrassment, making it impossible to meet his eyes directly.  

“Uh… Sunbae…”  

“You need to look at me. Lift your head.”  

Siheon gently lifted her chin with his large, firm hand. His gaze swept over her flushed cheeks as he softly teased the seam of her lips with the pad of his thumb.  

When her mouth instinctively parted, he slipped two fingers inside and whispered huskily,  

“Suck on them. You can do that, right?”  

The long, thick fingers pressed against her soft tongue, leaving her unable to respond properly. Reflexively nodding, Raon awkwardly moved her lips around his digits.  

His index and middle fingers were soon slick with saliva. Just the sensation of his fingers alone felt unbearably erotic—why did it feel this way?  

“You’re good at this. And I didn’t even have to teach you.”  

Baek Siheon spoke in a low voice as his left hand deftly unbuckled Raon’s pants. Each touch of his hand sent waves of anticipation coursing through her body, manifesting as sharp bursts of pleasure.  

With one swift motion, he pulled her pants and underwear down to her ankles. Then, with his saliva-drenched fingers, he began rubbing her sensitive folds.  

As the haze of alcohol faded slightly, a wave of shame washed over her. The thought of lying here completely exposed before him made her instinctively squeeze her thighs together in embarrassment.  

“Ah… hnnn… Ah, Sunbae…”  

“You need to spread your legs. Otherwise, how am I supposed to thrust into you?”  

Siheon’s unusually crude words made Raon gasp momentarily, but they didn’t sound vulgar coming from him. Instead, his deep, velvety voice carried an irresistible allure. She bit her lower lip nervously and covered her eyes with the back of her arm.  

Siheon pressed his thumb firmly against her clitoris nestled between her curls, stimulating it with slow, deliberate pressure. A sharp moan escaped her lips as the sensation rippled through her body.  

While continuing to rub the swollen bud in circular motions, he lightly prodded her entrance with his fingertips. There was no need for lubricant—she was already dripping wet.  

“Yeon-ah. You’re already this soaked. Hmm? When did it start?”  

“Mmm… No…”  

“No?”  

“No, not since… Since the kiss… Haa…”  

Teasing her entrance as if about to penetrate her, he suddenly pushed his index and middle fingers inside her all at once. Her tight, hot inner walls clamped down on his fingers, gripping them snugly without a hint of space.  

Unconsciously, Raon clenched around his fingers and writhed her body. Having gone years without inserting anything—not even a toy—the foreign sensation overwhelmed her more than the pleasure itself.  

“It’s so tight. Is this the first time since then?”  

“Hnn… Ah, no… It’s not the first time!”  

“Don’t lie when you’re squeezing me so tightly.”  

In truth, it was the first time since their last encounter. At most, she’d only ever stimulated her clitoris alone, trembling with self-induced pleasure.  

And yet, a drunken lie slipped out instinctively, perhaps to preserve what little pride she had left.  

Siheon gripped her hip firmly with one hand while continuing to stimulate her with his fingers. Every time his long, thick digits slid in and out of her, a slick squelching sound echoed in her ears.  

“Ha…”  

Though he appeared calm, Baek Siheon was barely holding onto the last thread of his self-control. If he tugged on it just a little more, it would snap with a clear snap. His bulge was already visibly straining against the front of his pants.  

For the past five years, Yoo Raon wasn’t the only one who had abstained from sex. He too hadn’t slept with another woman.  

Countless women had desired a night with Siheon, but he had always cut ties decisively, feeling no sexual attraction toward any of them.  

Whenever primal urges surfaced, he dealt with them alone, so it hadn’t been much of an issue. But now, in this moment, Baek Siheon felt an overwhelming surge of desire for Yoo Raon.

“Ah…! Hnn, yes. Sunbae… Slowly… please!”  

By now, he had inserted three fingers, thrusting them rapidly into her tightness. Baek Siheon exhaled a languid breath as the once pristine white bedsheet was soaked with her clear arousal.  

Finally, tears welled up in the corners of Raon’s eyes, and she arched her back sharply.  

“I didn’t want to make you cry back then, but why do you look so beautiful when you do?”  

He wanted to keep making her cry. Yoo Raon’s tears were unbearably alluring. The sight of them streaming down her cheeks acted as a catalyst—his patience was at its limit.  

Furrowing his brow, Siheon withdrew his fingers and quickly removed his dress pants. The outline of his fully erect manhood strained against his black boxer briefs.  

“I wanted to take it slow, but I don’t think I can anymore.”  

“Hnn, hurry… Just, hurry up…”  

As the fingers that had filled her were withdrawn, an unbearable emptiness lingered between her legs. Gasping for air, Raon writhed her lower body, biting her lower lip. The haze of alcohol had evaporated, leaving behind a thick surge of desire.  

Her trembling hands clenched the thin bedsheets as she lowered her eyelashes. When Siheon pulled down his boxer briefs, his thick, long erection sprang free, pressing firmly against his abdomen—far larger than his fingers had been.  

Grasping his rigid shaft fully in his hand, he exhaled a low, controlled breath. It had been years since he’d last had sex, so he knew it would hurt her.  

Yet, the primal urge to bury himself deep inside her and thrust hard was overwhelming. Suppressing his lust with a furrowed brow, Baek Siheon rubbed the swollen head of his cock against her wet entrance.  

Her slick opening stretched wide, revealing pink, glistening flesh that quivered invitingly.  

“If it hurts, grab my collar.”  

“Haa, mmm… Can I hit you?”  

“You’ll leave bruises all over me.”  

With a faint, teasing smile, Siheon gripped the base of his shaft and pushed the head firmly inside her. Her tight entrance contracted around him, gripping his thick length tightly.  

His eyebrows twitched as he slid halfway in, parting her narrow passage. The intense pressure nearly stole his breath, sending waves of sharp pleasure coursing up his thighs.  

Leaning his upper body forward, he kissed her already bruised lips and began moving his hips slowly. The force of his kiss split her lip slightly, drawing blood.  

Raon clung tightly to his neck with both arms, sobbing softly. The sound—half moan, half cry—seeped into his ears, driving him wild.  

“Ahh, yes… Hnn! More, it’s too much…”  

Her reddened eyes brimmed with tears, as though something forbidden had invaded her deepest core. Barely resisting the urge to dig her nails into his shirt, Raon buried her forehead against his broad, firm shoulder. A powerful shiver ran through her, causing her entire body to tremble.  

“Too much? You’re still not being honest. Look how wet you are.”  

Siheon smoothed her hair back with his palm and began rotating his hips in slow, deliberate circles. By now, his shaft was buried to the hilt, swelling even more inside her heated depths.  

Lowering his left hand, he gently stimulated her clit with the pad of his thumb while pressing soft kisses to the side of her temple.  

“Mmm… No, Sunbae…”  

Her words trailed off naturally. She wished he would just stay still, fully seated inside her. With her insides stretched so tightly around him, even the slightest movement pressed against her most sensitive spot. Overwhelming pleasure caused her toes to curl involuntarily.  

Unaware of the meaning behind the words spilling from her lips, Raon shook her head blindly. Her peach-tinted cheeks, once flushed beautifully, were now damp with tears.  

“Hck…”  

Ragged breaths tore through Siheon’s throat as his carefully controlled thrusts grew rougher. Each deep plunge into her inner walls caused her body to sway limply beneath him.  

Every time his slick glans churned through her tender flesh, wet, lewd friction sounds echoed from their point of connection.  

“Ahh! Ah! Hnnn, Sunbae! It feels… good… I’m going to… Mmm!”

“Yeon-ah, huu. Why are you so beautiful? Hmm?”  

Raon’s slender legs trembled in the air. With one hand gripping her buttocks, Siheon furrowed his brow, swallowing back the crude words that threatened to spill out. The atmosphere in the room was unbearably erotic—blatant and raw.  

Her delicate inner walls repeatedly clenched and released around his thick shaft. Overwhelmed by endless waves of pleasure, Raon tilted her head back.  

It was becoming harder to hold back his climax. From head to toe, Siheon gazed at her with eyes filled with a ravenous desire, as if he wanted to devour her whole.  

He couldn’t remember how he had endured those five long years without her. In every sense, he wanted to ravage her insides.  

“Huk!”  

Raon had already reached orgasm several times, leaving her voice hoarse. As Baek Siheon grimaced, trying to hold back his peak, he finally pulled his hips back. When his arm-thick erection suddenly slid out of her, the emptiness she felt was incomparable to anything she’d experienced with just fingers.  

Running his hand up and down the prominent veins of his shaft a few times, pearly strands of semen began to leak from the tip. After ejaculating for what felt like ages, he let out a languid breath and tilted his head back.  

Thick, milky fluid spilled generously over Raon’s flat lower abdomen. Just the sight of his weapon-like hardness made her insides quiver again.  

‘Is it… over?’  

Still gasping unevenly as she caught her breath, Raon looked up at Siheon through hazy eyes. As if reading her thoughts, he lowered his head.  

With his hand full of her breast, Baek Siheon smirked and whispered,  

“This is only the beginning.”  

At his words, Raon’s eyes widened into perfect circles. In that moment, she instinctively realized:  

This night would be longer and hotter than any other.