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After finishing her major class, Eo-ryeong was about to head home when she noticed the first-floor lobby was unusually noisy.
It was always bustling since it was the main entrance students frequently used, but today felt different somehow. Two girls brushed past her, whispering excitedly, “Did you see his face?” “Who’s he waiting for?”
“Uh…?”
Just as she stepped out of the business school entrance, she stopped in her tracks. Leaning casually against a car was a man who effortlessly drew attention no matter the time of day or environment. The midday sunlight poured over him like a halo.
Choi Dam-young, who had been idly scrolling through his phone, glanced up and caught her staring blankly at him.
He gestured with a tilt of his head, signaling for her to come closer.
Hesitantly, Eo-ryeong shuffled toward him.
As she took a few steps, her mind raced. She quickly concluded that the reason he was here must be related to her sister.
“But my sister doesn’t go to this school…”
Standing in front of Choi Dam-young, she finally blurted out the words stuck in her throat.
“You’re not here to see my sister, are you?”
“Then why would I be here?”
“I came to see Eo-ryeong.”
Hearing her name roll off his tongue felt oddly unfamiliar, almost ticklish.
“Let’s hang out. With me.”
“What?”
“You didn’t think I’d come all this way just to get stood up, did you?”
His tone wasn’t so much a question as it was a gentle push.
Caught off guard, she hesitated before reluctantly nodding. Choi Dam-young smiled and opened the passenger door for her. After she sat down, he climbed into the driver’s seat and started the car without delay.
“How about we grab some food first?”
He seemed so comfortable making the suggestion, as if this kind of encounter happened often. As the car left the campus and merged onto the road, he picked up his phone from the console and waved it slightly.
“I wanted to message you before coming, but you left last time without giving me your number.”
“Oh.”
“Why’d you leave without saying anything?”
She knew exactly what he meant. It was the night he sent a text instead of calling, and she went to the club.
“You were sleeping…”
“Right.”
“I didn’t want to wake you.”
“That’s considerate of you.”
For a moment, she wondered if her response had annoyed him, but Choi Dam-young remained relaxed, showing no signs of displeasure. On the contrary, he responded gently, almost soothingly, which helped ease her tension.
The car eventually pulled up in front of a restaurant. Its sign, written in flowing English letters, was indecipherable, but beneath it read: Spanish Restaurant.
As they entered, someone greeted them warmly, likely an acquaintance of Choi Dam-young’s. While leading them to their seats, the person stole glances at her but didn’t say anything directly, perhaps because of Choi Dam-young’s presence. For someone as nervous as her, this was a relief.
They were seated in a secluded reserved area, and the food arrived promptly.
She couldn’t help but gape at the elegant plating. From tapas made with layers of baguette, tomato, and mozzarella cheese, to perfectly seasoned steak, garlicky shrimp gambas, and a mouthwatering paella—it was a feast for the eyes.
Her appetite, nonexistent when she left school, had suddenly awakened.
“Does it suit your taste?”
Though Choi Dam-young had suggested dinner, he barely touched his food. Instead, he busied himself transferring portions onto her plate. She tried to decline, waving her hands, but each time, he gave her a slightly disappointed look, leaving her no choice but to stuff more food into her already full mouth.
“Whenever I see you, I feel like feeding you.”
She looked up at him while chewing on a juicy shrimp. Choi Dam-young noticed and burst into laughter.
“Look at your cheeks—they’re puffed out like a squirrel’s.”
Last time he compared her to a rabbit, and now a squirrel? At this rate, it was clear he saw her as some sort of zoo exhibit. Still, his gaze didn’t feel mocking, and strangely, it didn’t bother her.
“Shall we have a drink? It’s evening anyway.”
After assisting with her meal for a while, Choi Dam-young asked.
“Do they serve alcohol here?”
“It doubles as a bar.”
He excused himself to fetch the drinks and returned quickly. However, instead of sitting across from her as before, he took the seat next to her.
She was sipping water when she froze, startled by his proximity.
“Um…”
“Yeah?”
His demeanor was so natural that questioning it made her feel awkward. In the end, she shook her head, pretending nothing was wrong.
The drinks arrived shortly after.
She took a sip from the glass. The fizzy sensation tingled down her throat. It wasn’t bad, so she found herself taking another sip, then another. With each swallow, the tension gripping her hands and feet slowly melted away, and her mind drifted into a hazy, dreamlike state.
“Eo-ryeong.”
His voice sounded distant, muffled, as if underwater. She raised her head, lips pressed together, and saw Choi Dam-young watching her intently before letting out a soft chuckle.
“Are you drunk already? From just that little bit?”
“S-sorry.”
She thought she spoke clearly, but her tongue betrayed her, slurring her words slightly.
“No, it’s my fault. I kept pouring because you were eating so well.”
Choi Dam-young lightly shook the bottle in his hand, then stood up. Before she knew it, dazed and blinking sluggishly, she was back in his car.
She rubbed her warm, flushed eyes and stared out the window. Choi Dam-young was chatting with the acquaintance who had greeted them earlier.
Feeling the heat inside the car, she rolled the window down slightly.
“…She’s different from the others I’ve met before.”
“How so?”
“She seems a bit… naive.”
Even in her hazy state, she knew they were talking about her.
Suddenly wide awake, she hastily rolled the window back up. After exchanging a few more words, Choi Dam-young returned to the car. She considered pretending to sleep, but it was too late—he was already inside.
“Tired?”
“A little.”
She flinched when his finger brushed against her cheek. It felt cool, probably from being outside. He gently patted her soft, dough-like cheeks a few more times before straightening up and gripping the steering wheel.
Despite the car moving steadily, the effects of the alcohol lingered. Occasionally, fragments of his conversation with his acquaintance replayed in her mind.
Naive…
Was that a good thing to say? It didn’t seem like it... Had she perhaps offended one of his acquaintances? Could her presence have damaged Choi Dam-young’s image?
The more Eo-ryeong thought about it, the more her mood sank uncontrollably, and she let out a heavy sigh.
“Does your face always get this red when you drink?”
Taking advantage of a red light, Choi Dam-young’s hand reached over again. Eo-ryeong, with a half-dazed expression, felt the cool fingers tracing her cheek and shook her head.
“I don’t know.”
“Huh?”
“It’s my first time drinking...”
His hand, which had been slowly wandering over her white skin like piano keys, stopped.
“First time? Today?”
“Yes, yes.”
“What was Lee Ha-jin doing while you were never drinking, and today is your first time?”
Eo-ryeong wondered if she had given the wrong answer again and glanced at him. However, she couldn’t properly see his face because the traffic light changed at that moment.
Choi Dam-young couldn’t suppress his occasional chuckles throughout the drive home. This caused Eo-ryeong, who was used to digging herself into mental holes, to have terrible misunderstandings and thoughts. Perhaps it was because her emotions were heightened by the alcohol, but she felt more inadequate than usual.
After a long drive, the car arrived near Eo-ryeong’s house.
“Shall we meet again next time?”
And once again, Choi Dam-young immediately dispelled the troubling thoughts that were pushing Eo-ryeong into a pit of despair.
He wanted to meet again.
So, did the meeting today go well?
Eo-ryeong, clutching the seatbelt tightly, quickly nodded her flushed face up and down. She was somewhat hasty, as if she expected him to retract his words.
“Ah... shit. What do I do?”
The man, whom she expected to smile gently or respond calmly, suddenly slammed his head against the steering wheel. Eo-ryeong, startled, leaned forward, mimicking him. Her bewildered eyes reflected the confusion about the man’s incomprehensible actions.
“Why, why are you doing this?”
“I want to knock you down...”
Knock... down? Her alcohol-soaked thought processes were grinding and failing to respond properly.
While Eo-ryeong’s mind was filled with question marks, Choi Dam-young, with his forehead pressed against the steering wheel, muttered something. The only understandable parts were “can’t,” “calm down,” and “she’ll be scared.”
Soon, he leaned back and looked at Eo-ryeong.
“Today is your first time drinking?”
“Yes...”
“Then you’ve probably never kissed either, right?”
Perhaps it was because there was only one streetlight on the street, but Choi Dam-young’s grape-like eyes seemed unusually dark. Eo-ryeong, feeling as if she was being mesmerized again, nodded repeatedly.
“Want to try with me?”
His tone was as smooth as a snake slithering over a wall.
Before she could agree, he leaned his upper body towards the passenger seat. The shadow that had been circling the driver’s seat naturally moved to the other side. A face that made one involuntarily swallow saliva came close.
Eo-ryeong swallowed her excited breath. The man’s eyes, which gave off a seductive feeling, were nicely folded.
“You should close your eyes.”
By the time those words landed in her ear, she couldn’t find the will to resist anymore. The tipsy feeling even raised a fundamental question of whether she needed to resist.
When she closed her eyes at his languid suggestion, Eo-ryeong’s hand trembled slightly at the sensation that settled on her lips.
It was a soft and tender touch.
He casually released the seatbelt that Eo-ryeong was wearing.
“Uh... suck.”
Something rubbed against her lips, which were tightly closed due to the pressure. It was sticky and moist. The moment she recognized it was his tongue, Choi Dam-young lightly pressed her lower lip with his finger.
Her lips parted, and his tongue swiftly entered, asserting its presence. The intertwining time wasn’t long. He lightly swept the mucous membrane of her moist mouth, tapped her teeth, and then parted his lips. Choi Dam-young, holding the passenger seat’s headrest, looked at Eo-ryeong closely from a short distance.
“Looking at your expression, it seems like you didn’t like it.”
He drew a light conclusion and leaned back, as if to retreat. Eo-ryeong, who had a blank, dazed expression, hurriedly grabbed him.
“It...!”
“...”
“I liked it!”
The reason she couldn’t react for a moment was that a dizzying sensation, enough to make every hair on her body stand on end, had soaked her nerves. She didn’t know that just touching a part of her body could make her so disoriented.
Choi Dam-young stared at Eo-ryeong, whose cheeks were flushed red, and smiled briefly, saying, “Really?” when he realized it was sincere.
“Can I have your phone?”
Eo-ryeong handed him the phone she took out of her pocket. Choi Dam-young made a light gesture to call, leaving their numbers on each other’s phones, and then returned it.
“You’ll meet me again next time, right?”
“Yes, yes.”
“I hope Eo-ryeong gives me a kiss next time.”
Choi Dam-young gently stroked her flushed cheeks and said, “Goodbye.” Only then did Eo-ryeong get out of the car and rush into her house. It was only after entering the familiar space that she could regain her sense of reality.
Did I just... kiss?
With a guy? A kiss...?
Eo-ryeong absently touched her lips. It was a long, repeated contemplation until the sensor light in the entrance flickered off.
It didn’t take a grand reason for life to become interesting.
Just one memory that made a day special.
That alone could fill the routine of looking back with happiness and joy.
Eo-ryeong had lived thinking that such things could never come into her life. Because if she discovered such a thing and tried to grasp it with even a little greed, Ha-jin would not let it go unnoticed.
So, it was unexpected, and perhaps that’s why it felt even more thrilling.
So...
“Mmm...”
The rather frequent meetings with Choi Dam-young, that is.
The dates were the same, and the schedule afterward was consistent. After enjoying everything, when they returned to her house, they shared a kiss in the car.
They leaned in and kissed each other, and eventually, Choi Dam-young pulled her onto his lap, saying, “Ah, you’re cute.” With the driver’s seat pushed back as far as possible, she wrapped her arms around the man’s neck and was helplessly captivated by the soft sensation he gave.
“Heu, euuht.”
Eo-ryeong’s eyelids fluttered at the sucking force that wrapped around her tongue and pulled it. Unlike his appearance, Choi Dam-young kissed somewhat vulgarly. The man, who gave a rough kiss that tightened the root of her tongue, gave a sly smile when their eyes met.
Gasping for breath, she placed her hands on the man’s chest. Unlike his cool impression when he wasn’t smiling, the heat that rose on his skin was warm. Eo-ryeong thought she might be the same and focused on the sensation of her tongue tip touching and rubbing against his. When saliva she couldn’t swallow flowed down her lips, Choi Dam-young skillfully stirred his tongue and sucked them all in.
Nevertheless, remnants of saliva remained, and Eo-ryeong awkwardly wiped her lips with the back of her hand and whispered.
“But...”
“Yeah.”
“How old are you...?”
Choi Dam-young’s eyes, which had been sinking into the shared pleasure, suddenly sparkled with life.
“Me?”
“Yes.”
“I’m a little touched?”
“Huh?”
“It’s the first time you’ve asked me about myself.”
“Ah... I thought it might be rude.”
“Ask me anything. I can even tell you my underwear size.”
I don’t think I’d ever be curious about that, Eo-ryeong thought, smiling brightly. Choi Dam-young swept the back of his hand over her cheeks, which were flushed and had her lips curled up in a pretty smile. He often did this whenever Eo-ryeong burst into a flower-like smile.
“Guess. How old do you think I am?”
“Hmm... since you’re my sister’s friend... are you one year older than me?”
“I’m older than Lee Ha-jin. She’s just rude and talks down to me.”
“Hmm.”
“Want a hint?”
“Yes...!”
Eo-ryeong, who was unusually sparkling her eyes as if this was some kind of quiz, was quite a sight to behold. Choi Dam-young brushed his tongue over Eo-ryeong’s fair cheeks and whispered.
“Our age difference is famous for being a perfect match.”
Match? When Eo-ryeong gave him a blank look, Choi Dam-young gently nipped her small nose. As Eo-ryeong let out a small “ah,” he traced her back with his fingers and murmured, “Think about it, it’s homework.” Anything that could lead to another meeting with him was welcome, so Eo-ryeong happily nodded.
“What should we do tomorrow?”
“Ah, I don’t think I can meet you from tomorrow.”
“Why?”
“Midterm exams are coming up...”
“You have to study for exams?”
“Yes.”
Her voice naturally became dejected.
“That can’t be helped. You have to study.”
“Yeah...”
“Your voice sounds sad, baby?”
Choi Dam-young said teasingly. Eo-ryeong lowered her eyes, unable to hide her disappointment. If it was just her own studying, she could somehow find time to meet, but the problem was that Ha-jin’s share was also added. She was already sighing, wondering what kind of strange task Ha-jin would bring this time.
“Ah, why are you so cute? It makes me want to tell you to ditch the exams and just play with me.”
“...”
“I know you hate people who say one thing and do another, but it’s okay if you don’t do so well on the exams. I almost got academic probation a few times in college.”
He had just been emphasizing the importance of studying, but now he was really saying one thing and doing another. Eo-ryeong realized that he was saying this to cheer her up and smiled sheepishly.
Choi Dam-young was always like this.
He always deeply considered even her insignificant feelings. What was especially amazing was that he could easily do it with just a few simple actions or words. Every time, Eo-ryeong felt like he was an amazing person, and whenever she thought about it, her heart thumped deep inside.
“When the exams are over.”
Choi Dam-young’s fingers, which had been tracing the protruding outline of Eo-ryeong’s knee, subtly stroked her skirt hem.
“Can I come inside Eo-ryeong’s house?”
“My house?”
“Yes, your house.”
“It’s fine... what will we do at home?”
Eo-ryeong rolled her eyes and then exclaimed, “Ah!”
“Shall we watch a movie?”
Choi Dam-young’s expression slightly distorted. He continuously fiddled with the thin skirt hem, as if he had some ulterior motive, and smiled faintly.
“Movies are good, but...”
“Yes.”
“Let’s do something else.”
“Something else?”
“I’ll prepare everything, so baby just focus on the exams...”
Choi Dam-young kissed Eo-ryeong’s face here and there before letting her go.
“If you don’t want to study, text me anytime. Calls are fine too.”
Leaving him waving his phone lightly, Eo-ryeong went inside her house. Her steps stopped the moment the front door slammed shut.
The sensor light above her head turned on like a lightbulb in her mind.
“...Ah.”
Choi Dam-young’s words, which had seemed like grasping at clouds, finally made sense.
‘Hey. Are you stupid or just naive?’
One morning, she had given Ha-jin a band-aid, mistaking the kiss mark on her neck for a bug bite, and was scolded.
‘It’s from rolling around with a guy. Ah, I was worried because my neck was bitten so much, but the marks are all still there.’
Ha-jin, who had often engaged in escapades since high school, continued to enjoy one-night stands with men even as an adult. The blatant traces of her sexual encounters were always left on her body.
Those marks, which were so embarrassing that it was hard to look at them properly...
Eo-ryeong easily realized that the “something else” Choi Dam-young wanted to do was exactly what Ha-jin did with men.
Upon realizing this, a hot flush spread across her face. She quickly took off her shoes, rushed into the bathroom, and splashed water on her face. However, the heat didn’t subside. She had an ominous feeling that this sensation would last for a long time.
It seemed like studying was out of the question.
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“……Dam-young, hey! Choi Dam-young!”
Choi Dam-young, who had been slouching on the couch as if he might slide off at any moment, lazily opened his eyelids.
“Is that guy asleep?”
“No. He’s on his phone.”
“Damn. Did his eardrums get clogged or something? What’s up with him lately? It’s like a screw came loose.”
Ignoring the flood of attention from all sides, Choi Dam-young nonchalantly got up and grabbed his glass. He hesitated for a moment before deciding against drinking and instead downed a glass of water.
“It is kind of creepy. Normally, this guy would be out partying with a few girls by now. Why’s he acting like this?”
“Right.”
“He’s not hanging out with us. All he does is stare at his phone.”
“Maybe Dam-young got himself a girlfriend?”
Amidst the growing suspicion, someone threw out the suggestion with a spark of curiosity. Before the idea could catch fire, it was extinguished by a burst of laughter from someone else.
“That piece of trash having a girlfriend?”
“Hey, watch who you’re joking about. That’s ridiculous…”
“Why not? You never know.”
No matter how much they dragged him into the conversation, poking fun at him from every angle, Choi Dam-young’s full attention remained glued to his phone.
‘Why isn’t she replying?’
His eyes, tinged with boredom, scrolled through the messages exchanged over the past few days since they last met. At a glance, it was clear that the majority of the texts were sent by him. The difference in their levels of eagerness was glaringly obvious.
She was so adorable he wanted to suck on her like candy, yet her replies to his texts were surprisingly calm—short and to the point, often just a simple “yes” or “no.” But considering how unfamiliar she likely was with texting or perhaps because she didn’t usually chat with people much, her responses were unbearably cute.
Hmm… Now that he thought about it, he missed her.
Yes, it was the same thought that had crossed his mind when he arrived at this dull gathering earlier. So, as soon as he settled into his seat, he sent her a message.
[Don’t you miss me?]
Choi Dam-young stared at the messaging app, tapping his phone absentmindedly with his fingers.
Why.
Isn’t.
She replying…?
The long, drawn-out thought perfectly encapsulated the tedium of the moment.
Waiting for a reply from someone was an entirely new experience for him. This impatience gnawing at him was unavoidable, given how unaccustomed he was to such situations.
Tapping his chin lightly with his phone, Choi Dam-young gazed up at the ceiling. The dazzling light from the chandelier’s crystals stung his eyes. Somewhere along the way, the brightness reminded him of Eo-ryeong, as sweet and innocent as a rabbit.
As his drunken haze cleared slightly and his vision focused, there she was—Eo-ryeong, appearing before him like a gift.
Among the twisted, slovenly figures around him, she sat upright, unable to hide her nervousness. Her shy, awkward demeanor pulled him in completely.
Even as the smoke from some nameless woman’s cigarette clouded his vision, his pupils clung stubbornly to the afterimage of her.
By the time he came to his senses, he was already seated next to her, close enough to examine her face freely.
“What’s your name?” he asked, studying her features. Even in his half-drunken state, he was certain of one thing: she was breathtakingly beautiful.
Her beauty aside, it was her unconscious habits—the little reactions that slipped out—that softened something deep within him. Like the way she reflexively clutched the hem of her shirt whenever she was startled, or how she involuntarily twitched one corner of her eye.
It was as endearing as a rabbit perking up its ears or a squirrel curling its tail.
They say a man’s interest and affection quickly lead to desire.
In that moment, Choi Dam-young felt an intense longing to pull this woman, whose gestures reminded him of small animals, into his bed. He wondered what kind of adorable reaction she’d have if he peeled off her thin layer of clothing and explored the hidden parts of her body that weren’t visible in everyday life.
He wasn’t the type to force himself on anyone—he didn’t stop women from coming, nor did he chase after those who left. He prided himself on not being crude or desperate.
Besides, his life was already filled with women throwing themselves at him.
Still, the thought of letting her slip away felt regrettable. With the cunning of Satan luring a lost lamb, he skillfully guided her to the sweet room.
“You’ve come this far, so I’ll take my leave now.”
Yes, and then…
When she bowed deeply, as if addressing her boss, and abruptly left him lying on the bed, he was utterly dumbfounded.
Though they had only met that day, Choi Dam-young felt as though he had just experienced heartbreak.
If his friends had seen the look on his face at that moment, they surely would have rolled on the floor laughing or insisted on taking a commemorative photo. His pride had been thoroughly and mercilessly crushed.
The absurdity of it all left him rolling around on the bed, laughing uncontrollably for a good while.
Looking back, he realized he had fallen hard for that somewhat clueless, rather cold-hearted girl.
Suddenly, his phone buzzed violently in his right hand.
With a speed that belied his previously limp posture, Choi Dam-young snatched up his phone.
[Sorry, I just saw your message.]
When he had asked if she missed him, why did she respond so off-topic?
Choi Dam-young frowned, dissatisfied, and exhaled softly.
What expression had she worn while typing that reply?
A shy face? Or the dazed look he adored?
Lost in thought, Choi Dam-young scrolled up and down the message window as if trying to confirm something. A moment later, he abruptly stood up.
“Huh? Where are you going?”
A man sitting next to him, exchanging drinks with the group, asked curiously.
“Already leaving? You just got here.”
“I’m going to see my puppy.”
“Huh? Since when do you have a dog?”
“For a while now.”
Choi Dam-young shrugged casually as he slipped on his black leather jacket, which he had discarded earlier. His unusually composed reaction drew immediate interest from those nearby.
“Show us a picture!”
“Don’t you have any photos?”
“No.”
Why risk ruining something so precious by showing it off?
Without giving them a second chance to ask, Choi Dam-young turned on his heel and walked away. As he reached the entrance, he smoothly flipped off someone who called out, “Hey, Trash Choi! Leaving already?” with a chuckle.
Perhaps his lack of interest in drinking tonight was divine intervention nudging him to go see Eo-ryeong. The fact that he was assigning such heavy meaning to a random impulse amused him to no end. And yet, his hands and feet moved with unusual diligence as he eagerly started the car.
“She said she’s at the library, right?”
Judging from their previous messages, it seemed she spent most of her time studying in the school library.
She’d probably be there today too, right?
If not, well, he’d just search the entire campus. No big deal.
Humming a tune, Choi Dam-young spun the wheel with excitement. The joy she brought him was unlike anything he’d ever experienced at any social gathering.
After speeding through the dark night, his car soon arrived at Eo-ryeong’s school. Though he wasn’t a student, he managed to secure a QR code for entry thanks to his extensive network of connections.
The library was bustling despite the late hour, likely due to upcoming exams. A quiet but palpable busyness filled the air.
Starting from the third floor, Choi Dam-young began scanning each level of the open study area.
Perhaps it was because his extraordinary appearance stood out even among students burdened with the pain of exams, but everywhere he went, gazes clung to him like leeches. When he left the reading room to go to another floor, quite a few female students rushed to ask for his number.
“...”
He found his target in a corner of the fourth floor.
Choi Dam-young, who casually passed by a four-person desk cluttered with notebooks, writing utensils, and textbooks, stopped when he spotted a slender figure standing between the bookshelves.
The light brown hair that he wanted to put in his mouth and chew, the fair and soft cheeks like peaches, and the tightly pursed lips, as if she were concentrating, were so tempting to kiss.
Choi Dam-young approached quietly and suddenly pressed his lips against her small head.
Eo-ryeong trembled all over and turned to face him. Her startled face reminded him of invisible, long rabbit ears.
See, I told you she was a rabbit.
“H-how did you get here...”
“I came to see you.”
“Oh...”
“Because I missed you.”
The library lights were blocked by Choi Dam-young’s rather sturdy frame. Eo-ryeong’s expression, half-eaten by the darkness, wavered. The next moment, Choi Dam-young’s eyes widened slightly. Her face was flushed red like a ripe apple.
The realization hit him in an instant.
Her face was answer enough to his “do you miss me?” text.
Just then.
“...Huh!”
“What is it?”
“Oh my gosh!”
The area beyond the bookshelves became noisy. It was due to a sudden blackout. It seemed the entire library had lost power.
Eo-ryeong also seemed surprised, as he heard a small intake of breath from across. Choi Dam-young grabbed Eo-ryeong’s waist and pulled her towards him.
Their noses bumped, and their lips connected in an instant.
The book Eo-ryeong was holding fell to their feet with a thud. Her lost hands tightly gripped his clothes. Choi Dam-young freely explored her small mouth with his tongue. He sweetly swallowed the wet saliva and even the faint moans she made when he touched her.
Eo-ryeong tightened her grip on his clothes as his skillful tongue, gently wrapping around hers, moved smoothly. Their breaths mingled messily as if they were making up for the days they had missed each other.
Hidden between the bookshelves, in the dark, with other students around, the kiss continued for quite a while.
“Haa...”
As their lips parted with a soft smack, the darkness that had fallen like night faded. The library lights came back on as soon as the kiss ended. It was perfect timing.
Choi Dam-young hid behind the bookshelves, holding Eo-ryeong close so no one could see them. He rubbed his forehead against Eo-ryeong’s, whose bangs were disheveled, and asked languidly.
“Shall we go home?”
It sounded vague, but in the dense atmosphere surrounding them, the meaning was clear.
Eo-ryeong sensed that the moment had finally arrived.
“Yes...”
“What about studying?”
Choi Dam-young asked playfully, a smile on his lips. Eo-ryeong, who had lowered her head as if hiding in his clothes, hesitated and whispered.
“Tomorrow...”
“Baby, your back might hurt, and you won’t be able to study?”
“I-I’ll be fine!”
Choi Dam-young lowered his head and gave her a light peck.
“Then let’s go home.”
Those words couldn’t have sounded more seductive.
Everything happened quickly.
Putting the dropped book back on the shelf, gathering the textbooks and writing utensils scattered on Eo-ryeong’s desk, leaving the library, getting straight into the car, and driving to her house.
The car was slightly crooked after parking, but neither of them had time to care.
While Eo-ryeong opened the door lock, Choi Dam-young pressed his lower body against hers, slowly rubbing their tightly pressed bodies together. It was a suggestive gesture that inevitably brought sexual acts to mind. Because she kept making mistakes while entering the password, he bit her earlobe tightly, as if telling her to focus.
“Are you almost done?”
Despite his relaxed tone, the way he rubbed his heavy lower abdomen became increasingly frantic. Just as he was teasingly urging her, the door lock beeped and opened.
Eo-ryeong, who entered first, was grabbed by the waist by him, who followed her in, and had her tongue sucked until it was numb. It was a kiss where their tongues intertwined wetly before their lips even fully touched.
“Mmm,” Choi Dam-young groaned lowly, swirling his tongue as if he were going to lick Eo-ryeong’s throat. The bag hanging on Eo-ryeong’s shoulder fell to the floor during the frantic kiss.
She wrapped her freed arms around his neck.
“Haa, euuht...”
Choi Dam-young’s veiny hand immediately lifted Eo-ryeong’s skirt. He kneaded her buttocks through her underwear like kneading dough and licked her neck deeply with his tongue. Eo-ryeong trembled at the unfamiliar sensation and pressed her body against the wall. His head moved back up and resumed the kiss.
Eo-ryeong, feebly wrapping her tongue around his deep-thrusting tongue, willingly participated in the pleasure of his kiss. Her clumsy yet bold movements were so endearing that Choi Dam-young lifted her up, putting his arms under her buttocks, which he had been squeezing.
“Ah...!”
Her small moan was immediately swallowed by him. They kissed so frantically that her head was flattened against the wall. Their chins tilted and their noses grazed each other repeatedly.
Eo-ryeong, barely letting out her panting breaths, lifted her tightly closed eyelids.
At that moment, a fragment of memory flashed through her mind like lightning.
“U-um, over there!”
“Yeah, what is it?”
He rubbed his face against Eo-ryeong’s cleavage and replied kindly. Eo-ryeong fiddled with his hair and looked over there. The bedroom was a mess because she had overslept this morning.
If they were going to do that, the bedroom would surely be the place.
Eo-ryeong swallowed her saliva, which she didn’t know whose it was, and tightly gripped his shoulders.
“The bedroom is... dirty.”
At her timid confession, Choi Dam-young, who had been rubbing his body against hers, paused. Then, he pressed his fully erect crotch against Eo-ryeong’s wide-open legs. Eo-ryeong’s heart pounded at the vivid presence.
“It’s okay...”
His voice, slightly lower than usual, scratched her spine ominously.
“You won’t even see that stuff when we’re fucking.”
Wh-what kind of ing?
When Eo-ryeong looked at him with a shocked expression, Choi Dam-young smiled awkwardly. He thought, Maybe I should have put it more euphemistically, but it was a useless thought.
Eo-ryeong, sensing that he wasn’t going to let her go, hesitated, swallowed her breath, and quickly shook her head. Her intention was firm despite her timid gesture.
Choi Dam-young pondered for a moment, but couldn’t resist the face that looked like it would burst into tears at any moment, and reluctantly put her small body down.
“I’ll be waiting then, okay?”
Pointing to the sofa, Choi Dam-young spoke, then snatched her waist before she could dash into the bedroom.
“While you’re cleaning up, it would be even better if you took off your underwear too.”
He didn’t forget to leave a suggestive murmur with his lips close to her ear. Eo-ryeong, her earlobes instantly burning, nodded in agreement and hurriedly headed for the bedroom.
Left alone in the entrance, Choi Dam-young looked down ruefully at the painfully erect outline of his cock, then, thinking, “Just for a moment...” he quickly slipped off his shoes.
The interior of the house was charming, just like the place where Eo-ryeong lived. The colors, interior design, and decorations all reflected the atmosphere he had always felt from Eo-ryeong. Perhaps that’s why, even though it was his first time here, he felt strangely at home.
“Hmm...”
He briefly considered masturbating with one of Eo-ryeong’s belongings, but then decided against it. He was more concerned about the shock Eo-ryeong would experience if she caught him, rather than the damage to his own reputation.
With his lower body throbbing, he unbuckled his belt and sat on the sofa. On the table directly in front of him was a laptop, presumably Eo-ryeong’s. He opened it with a light touch, and a screen appeared asking for a password.
“Eo-ryeong-ah?”
He called out briefly, and from the bedroom, where she was making a commotion, a reply came, “Yes?”
“When’s your birthday?”
Again, the answer was quick.
September 14th.
Choi Dam-young memorized the date and entered 0914 on the laptop’s number keys. The lock didn’t disengage. After some thought, he added her birth year in front. The lock disengaged. His smile widened.
Was she watching a movie?
Whether it had been left on standby or not, as soon as he unlocked the laptop, a video screen that was playing immediately appeared. Without thinking, Choi Dam-young pressed the space bar. And then...
[Haa, ah, uh... haa, ah...!]
Loud and sharp moans echoed through the room.
The video, which seemed to be a movie, happened to be playing a very intense bed scene. The bedroom, which had been noisy in several ways just a moment ago, became eerily silent.
Shortly after, Eo-ryeong, flushed like a tomato, rushed out with a horrified expression. She quickly approached and pressed the space bar to stop the movie. The lewd moans of the man and woman, caught up in heated passion, abruptly ceased. Choi Dam-young, who had been calmly, or rather, calmly-faced, observing the situation, glanced up at Eo-ryeong.
“Th-this is...! This is!”
He had been slightly unsure, but Eo-ryeong’s reaction, unable to handle the embarrassment, was clear proof.
He pulled Eo-ryeong down and sat her on his lap. Then, he restarted the movie she had paused. The sticky, sensual sounds from the movie rippled between them.
“Were you studying?”
“...”
“Were you trying to learn how to have sex with me?”
Eo-ryeong had many words bubbling in her throat, but she didn’t know which ones to bring out. She just opened and closed her lips, then finally buried her face in his shoulder. It was a kind of surrender.
Shit... Choi Dam-young felt a part of his heart being rudely squeezed.
Isn’t that the feeling you get when you see something so cute and lovely that you can’t bear it? Your whole heart throbs with life. It’s like a feather has tickled a corner of your chest.
He lifted Eo-ryeong’s hidden face and kissed her here and there, pecking her lips.
While Choi Dam-young nibbled at her lips, Eo-ryeong stammered a request.
“P-please stop the movie...”
Choi Dam-young didn’t grant her request. Instead, he pressed the rewind key to return to the beginning of the bed scene.
“You have to watch properly.”
Then, he forced Eo-ryeong, who was trying to avoid it out of shame, to watch the embarrassing scene with him. Eo-ryeong felt her chest tighten and barely fluttered her eyes open.
In the movie, the man and woman shed their clothes like snakes in heat and eagerly intertwined. As the actress’s hard nipples were sucked into the actor’s mouth, his cock was slowly caressed by her hand.
Eo-ryeong, forgetting her embarrassment, was now focused on the screen.
“Did you want to try this while watching this, baby?”
Choi Dam-young languidly moved his hand, rummaging through Eo-ryeong’s skirt. His hand, which seemed ready to roam freely, paused when he felt the bare skin of her buttocks, with no fabric in the way.
She really took them off...
He had said it half-jokingly, but Eo-ryeong had really taken off all her underwear. Isn’t this like telling him to devour her? Choi Dam-young clenched his teeth, feeling the tip of his cock, already hot, burning even more.
“But you chose the wrong video.”
“Ye-yes?”
He brought his lips close to her ear, as if to tease her eardrums, and whispered. Her light body trembled. It was a reaction that was fun to torment.
“Sex isn’t this pretty.”
Choi Dam-young paused the movie, which was now showing a full shot of the naked couple engaged in their act. The explicit scene filled their vision.
“You should have watched porn instead.”
“Heu...”
“What we’re going to do will be closer to that.”
It was different from the prepared scene with its perfectly adjusted, soft lighting, the sturdy bed, the easy-to-remove, pretty clothes, the angle that looked both sensual and sacred, the intense and passionate movements that were the focus.
Real sex was far from that; it was closer to a clumsy and dirty mess.
Choi Dam-young unbuttoned the two buttons of Eo-ryeong’s shirt that were still fastened. Between the opening flaps, her round, shapely breasts gradually appeared.
He caught her dazed, wet gaze and flicked her prominent nipples with his finger. Eo-ryeong’s toes curled, perhaps from the unfamiliar sensation.
“How should I do it?”
Just as he was looking at Eo-ryeong, she was looking at him. The man’s eyes were swirling with a roughness that couldn’t be associated with his usual gentleness. Eo-ryeong, thinking she wanted to lick those eyes, whispered as if possessed.
“Suck them...”
The scene of the man in the movie sucking the woman’s nipples came vividly to mind. She also remembered the woman arching her back and twisting her body uncontrollably. Although it was an exaggerated reaction, since they were actors and their job was to be seen, Eo-ryeong was curious.
Is it really like that?
Does it really feel so intensely maddening?
Choi Dam-young gladly granted her request. His lips, which had no qualms about exploring hers, opened and took Eo-ryeong’s coral-colored nipple into his mouth.
Eo-ryeong let out a small gasp and tightly gripped his shoulders. Choi Dam-young swirled his busy tongue, stimulating her areola, while keeping his eyes on Eo-ryeong. It was hard to tell whether it was the lewd act of sucking her nipple like an infant or his gaze that was restricting her movements.
He restarted the video.
Moans from another dimension mixed into their space like impurities. He sucked on Eo-ryeong’s swollen nipple as if believing milk would come out, then bit and pulled the hardened bud as if he would tear it off. Eo-ryeong, feeling a tingling thrill spread through her breasts, let out a nasal sound and hugged his head.
“Sweet, Eo-ryeong-ah.”
“Heueung...”
“How can even your nipples be so cute?”
This time, he took the other nipple into his mouth and sucked on it, then gently circled the one he had already wet with saliva with his finger. Eo-ryeong panted softly and rubbed her lips against his head. The subtle, affectionate gestures melted a part of Choi Dam-young’s heart.
When he finally lifted his head, both of Eo-ryeong’s nipples were standing straight and wet.
Choi Dam-young didn’t stop there; he pushed the flesh of her lower breasts into his mouth and chewed, leaving red marks. Her breasts, quite full for her small frame, were covered in the red marks he left. Licking the soft skin, which he could feel with his tongue, he pressed his lower abdomen against Eo-ryeong’s thighs.
“Are you wet?”
Eo-ryeong, her face hazy and loose like when she was drunk, bit her lower lip. Choi Dam-young licked between her lips, moistening them with his tongue, and asked again, “Are you wet here?”
It was very clear where “here” was. His erect bulge was poking between Eo-ryeong’s legs like an arrow.
“Our Eo-ryeong isn’t answering.”
Choi Dam-young laid Eo-ryeong, who didn’t know what to do, down on the sofa. Her feverishly flushed face was so adorable he wanted to rub his tongue against it. But that wasn’t the place he wanted to taste right now.
He moved down below the sofa and lifted Eo-ryeong’s calves. Since she had thrown off her panties just like her bra, her vulva was fully exposed when her skirt flipped up. He found the wet, glistening hole and smiled lewdly.
“You’re wet.”
“Yes...”
Eo-ryeong answered passively. She seemed to realize that any pretense of pride was useless when her legs were so wide open to him.
Her face was flushed red, and she couldn’t meet his eyes, answering “yes” as if she were scared. It was so seductive that it tickled a corner of his heart. He moved on top of her. Eo-ryeong flinched at the pressure of his crotch sliding up her wet vulva. When she glanced down, she saw Choi Dam-young’s stiff groin was the culprit.
“What should we do? You just cleaned.”
He murmured thickly, rubbing their pressed groins together gently.
“Looks like our first time will be here.”
She was inexplicably impatient. Her entrance, which had been strangely hot and itchy, was being rubbed by his clothed bulge, and the sensation was intensifying.
Eo-ryeong wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Choi Dam-young, immediately understanding her urging, gently nipped the tip of her soft tongue and gripped her calves tightly. Then, as if they were really having sex, he slammed their groins together.
“Heueung, uh, um...!”
Her body shook, and the sofa creaked precariously. He was slamming his lower body against hers so intensely that he couldn’t take it anymore and quickly sat up.
He was so excited that his hands fumbled several times while unbuckling his belt, which was unlike him. Eo-ryeong, sprawled out in the position where he had been rhythmically thrusting, swallowed her dry saliva and reached out to help.
“Will you take it off for me?”
His sweet, low voice rang in her ear.
Eo-ryeong nodded, her mind clearer, and fumbled with his belt.
While Eo-ryeong struggled to pull out his cock, he gently pinched her delicate earlobe with his fingernails and slid his finger into her ear canal, lightly scratching the inside to maintain the tension.
When Eo-ryeong finally pulled down his briefs, she was stunned by something that brushed against her cheek and nose. A moment later, she realized it was his swollen cock.
She now understood what it meant to be speechless with awe.
Frankly, it was so big and thick that it was grotesque.
The skin, revealing the bulging veins, made it seem like an independent entity, not something attached to a human body. It was a club that didn’t match Choi Dam-young’s refined exterior, which could easily be described as beautiful.
Eo-ryeong, unable to adjust to the contrast, stared blankly between the phallic weapon and his face.
But Choi Dam-young no longer had the patience to wait for her innocence. His reason, which had been reduced to ashes since he saw her gaping hole looking for something to suck, had long since flown away.
He lay down on the rug under the sofa and let out a low groan.
“Come here, Eo-ryeong-ah.”
“Ye-yes?”
Where was she supposed to go...?
Eo-ryeong hesitated, then spread her legs and positioned herself over his waist. Choi Dam-young, as if he couldn’t take it anymore, smiled and lightly lifted her body.
Eo-ryeong twisted her waist in shock when her wet vulva touched his lips, dripping with moisture.
“Th-there! There, this...!”
How did she end up in this position? Eo-ryeong struggled and squirmed in the extremely embarrassing position where his face was below her as she knelt.
Of course, Choi Dam-young, who had taken the liberty of putting her in this position, didn’t care at all and gripped her parted buttocks tightly. He gently rubbed his high, straight nose against her mound, then opened his lips and sucked on her labia as if he were eating them.
“Haa-euht...!”
Eo-ryeong arched her back deeply and grabbed Choi Dam-young’s head, which was tickling her thighs. He alternated between sucking on her plump labia, tasting them deeply, then parted them with his tongue and greedily licked the entrance to her wet hole. Thick arousal fluid flowed out like a stream through the irresistibly opening gap.
“Heut, ah, no... ang... heueu!”
The unfamiliar thrill he gave her seemed to awaken every nerve in her body that she didn’t even know existed. An irresistible shiver ran through her, and her hands and feet tingled as if she had been electrocuted.
“You have a mole here.”
He had been sucking on her labia as if he would bruise them, and now he visually confirmed something that had been catching on his tongue. It was a small, black mole.
You can have a mole on your pussy...
Thinking casually, Choi Dam-young rubbed it with his tongue as if savoring it. Perhaps it was a sensitive spot, as Eo-ryeong’s buttocks, resting on his face, moved even faster. When he slapped her buttocks lightly with the hand that had been caressing them, Eo-ryeong let out a “heueuk” sound and released a stream of fluid.
He greedily pushed his tongue into her wet hole. The soft flesh entered the gradually widening gap as if trying to cause chaos.
When Eo-ryeong unconsciously tightened her lower abdomen, her inner walls tightened, and he groaned, “Eum...” Despite the contraction, Choi Dam-young swirled his tongue as much as he could in the narrow space, tasting her soft vaginal mucosa to his heart’s content. The taste of her vaginal fluid, clinging wetly to his entire tongue, was as sweet as honey.
He grabbed Eo-ryeong’s thighs, which were trembling as she tried to close them, and spread them wider, moving his tongue in and out of her hole breathlessly. The sound of squelching continued without stopping.
“Heu, aheung, ah, ah-ah...!”
Eo-ryeong couldn’t hold on and leaned her upper body forward. Choi Dam-young, as if pleased, pressed her buttocks down, making her vulva rub more firmly against his face.
Eo-ryeong rubbed her cheek against the rug and flailed her arms and legs at the outrageous skinship that had crossed the line. It was a clumsy gesture that only resulted in her rubbing her hole more against Choi Dam-young’s lips.
Choi Dam-young brought his lips to her entire vulva and sucked, lightly scratching her clit with his front teeth. Then, Eo-ryeong noticeably tightened her thighs and stiffened her limbs.
She’s so honest. Choi Dam-young swallowed a smile and began to rub and lick her clit with his tongue. Eo-ryeong’s toes curled even more.
“Ah, heu, I, uh...! I’m gonna, ah... ah-ah...!”
From the moment he touched her flushed clit, it felt like lightning was striking her stomach. After the squeezing pleasure, a lingering urge to urinate washed over her.
Bathroom, I want to go to the bathroom... When Eo-ryeong unconsciously whispered her desperate plea, Choi Dam-young, who had been tasting her wet vulva, stirred her labia with his tongue and said, “Come.”
“Heuk, heu...!”
“I’ll keep my mouth open.”
She had wondered, but he really did grip Eo-ryeong’s hips and wouldn’t let go. Eo-ryeong shook her head, making a sound like her windpipe was closing.
When she reached her absolute limit, she lowered her head and saw the man who had taken over her legs, smiling seductively. Then, he soothed her tightly contracted entrance with his slippery tongue, as if urging her to open up.
“Ah, ah, aheueuk...!”
Finally, the tension that had reached the top of her head snapped, and Eo-ryeong released a gush of clear fluid. Choi Dam-young, not satisfied with just filling his mouth, willingly accepted the shower of her vaginal fluid that splattered across his handsome face.
During the release, Eo-ryeong trembled and couldn’t take any action. The stream of fluid, enough to make her urethra tingle, soaked in, and even after the lewd act was mostly over, it was the same. Choi Dam-young sat up and laid Eo-ryeong down below him. Just as he lifted his head, he met Eo-ryeong’s tearful eyes.
“Heu, uh, what...”
Eo-ryeong stammered with a voice wet with moisture and hurriedly reached out to his face. Choi Dam-young realized she was trying to wipe off the vaginal fluid that had soaked his face and smiled smoothly. Before her hand could wipe away the droplets of fluid, he grabbed her hand and licked it, smacking his lips.
“It’s Eo-ryeong’s fluid, so it’s okay.”
“It’s not okay. It’s dirty...” “Dirty? What’s dirty? It tastes good.” Eo-ryeong’s face flushed like a burning sweet potato. Choi Dam-young suppressed the urge to tease her further and stroked the inside of her thigh.
Despite his soothing touch, Eo-ryeong’s expression, half-consumed by tears, didn’t ease. She seemed so embarrassed and ashamed to have released her fluids on his face for the first time. Choi Dam-young grabbed the fingers of her hand, which still hovered near his face, and nipped them, saying,
“Then, Eo-ryeong can return the favor by taking my semen on her face later.” “Uh, yes, yes...?” “Don’t want to?” “N-no...” She couldn’t bring herself to say no to the man whose face was soaked with her fluids. There was a nagging feeling of being coerced, but having already answered, she couldn’t take it back.
Choi Dam-young grinned and spread Eo-ryeong’s legs wide into a V-shape. Eo-ryeong visibly flinched at the sight of the massive flesh pillar that seemed ready to be attached to a horse.
Just by comparing them, the size difference was clear.
Eo-ryeong’s hole was small, filled to capacity by just two of his fingers, while the dark tip of his cock looked at least two or three times larger. It was an obviously mismatched combination, like trying to fit mismatched puzzle pieces.
Swallowing her saliva, Eo-ryeong widened her teary eyes as his shadow loomed over her.
Choi Dam-young, sitting upright, had something in his mouth. It was a condom, which she couldn’t even guess when he had taken out.
He tore the corner of the wrapper with his teeth, displaying the condom with practiced ease. He put it on as naturally as eating.
As a natural next step, he was about to gently push the head of his cock into her loosened hole for insertion.
Sniffle.
...Huh?
Choi Dam-young looked down at the sudden sound.
The moisture in her eyes, which had been faint until just now, had intensified, as if it would spill over in beads at the slightest touch.
“Uh... does it hurt?”
Choi Dam-young stroked Eo-ryeong’s cheek and asked, “Should I be gentler?” Eo-ryeong felt even more wronged by his undeniable skill.
“Y-you... women.” “Huh?” “You’ve been with a lot of women, haven’t you...?”
Her clumsy complaint struck Choi Dam-young like a blow to the back of the head.
His scattered thoughts suddenly snapped back into place, like a lightning strike.
So, she’s reacting like this because she saw me putting on a condom?
His guess was spot on.
Witnessing the series of events, Eo-ryeong’s mind became a mess, and she let out a long sigh. She remembered his phone constantly ringing while they were sharing a deep kiss in the car. She had never asked, but she could easily guess that most of the callers were women.
Come to think of it, he was lying happily among naked women from their first meeting...
As her thoughts reached a flashback to the past, she suddenly felt a surge of emotion.
Eo-ryeong, seeing Choi Dam-young’s face, which seemed to have been hit right on the mark, began to shed tears in large drops, as if she were about to burst into sobs.
She had roughly expected it, considering his experience and skill in everything, but she couldn’t understand why it was hitting her so hard now. She felt truly hurt and incredibly frustrated.
Eo-ryeong wiped the tears streaming down her cheeks with the back of her hand. Even though she tried to calm down, her chaotic, excited heart wouldn’t settle.
“Wow... shit, I’m a bastard.”
After a moment of silence, Choi Dam-young finally moved, uttering an incomprehensible phrase. Eo-ryeong, who had been hiccuping with her chest heaving, looked up at him with wide eyes.
“I’m a real scumbag, aren’t I?” “U-uh?” “I made Eo-ryeong cry, me...” “...” “A total scumbag.”
Eo-ryeong’s tongue stiffened at his harsh self-criticism. Choi Dam-young breathed heavily, his face filled with self-reproach. Eo-ryeong, even more startled by this, grabbed his arm.
“N-no. It’s not that bad...”
As soon as she opened her mouth slightly, he lowered his head and placed light kisses on her lips and cheeks.
“Are you defending a scumbag now?” “...” “Cute...”
Eo-ryeong was so confused by the unpredictable direction of the conversation that she almost forgot why she had started crying in the first place. Choi Dam-young slowly pushed his cock, which had only barely entered, further in, whispering languidly.
“What should I do to make it up to you?” “U-uh...” “I’ll have to serve you with my body as much as I’m sorry, right?”
The thick glans slid along her curves and was completely sucked in, causing Eo-ryeong’s mouth to involuntarily open. The thickest part of the shaft made her feel bloated with the foreign object. Of course, her inner walls, already loosened from her previous orgasm, eagerly sucked and held his cock.
Eo-ryeong, feeling the unfamiliar sensation of her hole, which she rarely touched even when washing, being stretched beyond its limits, twisted her waist and asked.
“Is it... all the way in... uh... heu.” “Huh? No... it’s not even halfway in yet.”
A flicker of despair briefly crossed Eo-ryeong’s wet face. Choi Dam-young gripped Eo-ryeong’s hips, which were fidgeting as if she wanted to escape, and pulled her down sharply.
The inside of her vaginal mucosa, where the glans had already penetrated and made a path, stretched even more tightly, and the thick shaft pushed its way in. Eo-ryeong let out a cry that sounded like she was about to break, tilting her chin up.
“Heueung, ah, euht...!”
The fact that something belonging to someone else was inside her body evoked an incredibly strange feeling.
“Ah, it’s, it’s weird... heut.”
Eo-ryeong, feeling the cock vividly as it scraped her inner walls and settled inside her, began to tear up.
Choi Dam-young, seeing the tight fit, even though he was barely halfway in, scraped saliva from the inside of his cheek with his tongue and spat it out. He moved back and forth in that state, moistening her hole and widening it a little more.
When he felt like he was about halfway in, he pushed with his hips and forced it all the way in.
“Aaaah...!”
A small curse escaped Choi Dam-young’s lips.
How is she so tight? Yet, the hole was sucking him in greedily, worthy of being called a temptress’s insides.
To soothe his rising excitement, Choi Dam-young lewdly licked Eo-ryeong’s nipples until they were almost raw, then lifted his head and couldn’t help but smile.
“Baby, why are your eyes closed?”
Eo-ryeong, who had swallowed his thick cock to the root, had her eyes tightly shut. It was clear that her eyelids were trembling, not just lightly closed.
Is it too much? Choi Dam-young kissed her lightly colored eyelids and gently pushed the skin with his tongue, whispering.
“You have to watch who you’re doing this with...”
At those words, Eo-ryeong opened her eyelids slightly, peering through half-lidded eyes.
Choi Dam-young saw many things reflected in her clear, glass-like pupils.
The lingering tension, the instinctive thrill of having taken a man’s cock inside her, and the hazy confusion of sex itself, which pushed reality into the background, all swirled together.
“Want to touch it?”
Choi Dam-young took Eo-ryeong’s hand, which was gripping the rug, and kindly brought it to their joined bodies. Eo-ryeong flinched at the rough pubic hair touching her fingertips. It was Choi Dam-young’s, not hers.
He pulled his cock, which was completely buried in her soft flesh, out slightly, urging Eo-ryeong to touch it.
Her slender fingers brushed against the thick, vein-patterned shaft. It was an act that sent a tingling shiver through both of them.
“How is it?”
“Hard...”
“And?”
“H-hot.”
As she innocently answered as he asked, Choi Dam-young gently twisted her nipples as if rewarding her. Eo-ryeong let out a small moan and twisted her body, causing her insides to tighten momentarily. A faint crease appeared on Choi Dam-young’s brow. He let out a heavy sigh and gripped Eo-ryeong’s thighs firmly.
“You’re really soft.”
Choi Dam-young pulled his cock, which he had been deeply buried and hadn’t bothered to move, out and then thrust it back in so hard that the tip slammed into her sensitive inner spot.
“Eueueung...!”
“It’s like fucking into foam...”
He caressed her full breasts, moving his hips slightly. Eo-ryeong, her throat parched, repeatedly moistened her lips. After a few tentative thrusts, Choi Dam-young moistened his dry lips and settled into position.
“Well... I’ll start moving, okay?”
“Heueut...”
“If we just stay like this, I think I’m going to die...”
The man, as if making an announcement, began to move his hips lewdly, stirring her insides with his cock. At first, he repeated the thrusts at a very minimal level, gradually widening the range.
Seeing an opportunity, Choi Dam-young straightened his upper body and pulled his cock out until the tip was almost at the entrance of her vagina. As her inner walls, which had been gripping his thick shaft, slightly opened, a gush of fluid spurted out. He lightly stirred her insides, which were stickily moistening his cock, and then, timed with Eo-ryeong inhaling, thrust deep into her inner valley.
“Haa-euht, eu...!”
Her sensitive spot was immediately touched. Her inner walls, which were already sensitive and heated from being stretched so wide, easily swallowed the fierce predator.
“Ah... you’re tight.”
Choi Dam-young, flattered by the inner walls that were gripping and swallowing him tightly as if trying to tear him apart, licked his dry lips.
It was strange how her hole was so different from its owner. When she was all prim and proper, she wouldn’t give him a glance, but when he gave her his cock, she sucked it so eagerly... Moans escaped from both their lips. Choi Dam-young, feeling the uncontrollably spasming membranes loosen slightly as he was fully sheathed, gently lifted his hips.
“Ah, uh, haa-euht...!”
Eo-ryeong, her lower body wide open and her insides being stirred, gradually became wet with the sensation. There was still a faint trace of pain. But the shivers that ran down her spine and tickled the back of her neck were consuming her even faster.
Especially when he sharply raised his hips and slammed into a deep spot inside her, she felt so good that the strength drained from her inner thighs.
“Ha, eueu... uh, good...”
A sincere confession slipped out from between Eo-ryeong’s high-pitched moans, like a kitten’s. Choi Dam-young, hearing those words, put more force into his movements and increased his speed.
Thwack, thwack. The sound of their coupling had become undeniably lewd. Eo-ryeong, her mind hazy, thought that the sounds of sex in reality were a bit more intense than in movies.
“Ah, ah-ah... ah...!”
Choi Dam-young, gripping Eo-ryeong’s bony knees, continued his thrusts without showing any sign of exhaustion. Her lower abdomen ached and burned as if it were being brutally stabbed. He lowered his hand and spread her labia, which were tightly gripping his cock. He saw the reddish inner walls cling to his cock, reluctantly separating, and then wrap around it again.
He let out a pleased breath and rubbed her swollen clit with his index finger.
“Uh! Ah! Don’t, don’t do that there...”
“Don’t like it?”
“It’s too, too strong...”
“What’s strong? The stimulation?”
“Heuk, ye-yes... ah...!”
Choi Dam-young, as if rewarding her for her honest confession, rubbed the stiff, swollen bud even more intensely. As he continued his crude thrusts, slamming into her melted hole, and constantly caressed her clit, Eo-ryeong tightened her thighs and shook her head helplessly.
“Eueung... ah, ah-ah...!”
“Ha, it’s so good...”
He spread her legs wider and began to fuck her insides more vigorously. Her hole, which had been tight enough to tear him apart at first, had loosened somewhat from the repeated thrusts, and even when he only pushed halfway in, it would automatically suck his shaft in and cling to it tightly.
Eum, Choi Dam-young let out a throaty moan and ran his tongue over Eo-ryeong’s moist cheek, gripping both her ankles. Then, as if to show that his previous thrusts had been just playful, he slammed their groins together at a frenzied pace. Eo-ryeong, feeling her head reel as if it had been struck, twisted her waist and gripped him.
“Ah, ah! Ah! Uh! Too fast, heuk, slow... ah-ah!”
The rug they were lying on was crumpled messily, and moisture dripped thickly from their deeply joined groins.
Choi Dam-young, leaving light kisses on Eo-ryeong’s neck, which was exposed as she tilted her head back, relentlessly pounded her sensitive, inflamed insides with his cock. The pleasure was immense, as it was a rude intrusion. Each time he thrust in, he felt something inside his brain contract and release repeatedly.
“Heueung, euht, wa-wait. Wait...!”
Eo-ryeong’s entire abdomen tingled, and finally, she felt a stinging sensation in the part that released urine, causing her to thrash her limbs violently. Choi Dam-young, quickly realizing she was about to climax, thrust into her sticky inner walls as if stabbing them, then slammed his tip into the deepest part near her cervix and pulled his cock out completely.
“Haeueuk! Uh, ah-ah...!”
Another arc of fluid spurted upwards. A stream of vaginal fluid, like urine, gushed out messily. It was so strong and vigorous that it splashed onto Choi Dam-young’s lower abdomen, which was holding her calves.
He calmly gripped his erect cock and spread Eo-ryeong’s fluid, which had splashed onto it, up and down. Then, just as Eo-ryeong’s gush from her climax subsided, he spread her hole again with his cock and entered her.
“Aha-eueuk...!”
He stirred her insides, which had narrowed from her orgasm, with his shaft, and soon he reached his own climax. They had both reached their climax at the same time, but he had held back a little to watch Eo-ryeong’s climax.
Eo-ryeong, caught off guard by the sudden turn of events, blinked her wet eyes. She couldn’t understand what had happened to her. The afterglow of the pleasure that had rudely shattered her mind was too intense.
“Look at my pubic hair. It’s all wet with your fluid.”
Choi Dam-young whispered in her ear as he ejaculated deep inside her. At his explicit words, Eo-ryeong’s mind slowly returned. Her face, as red as a ripe apple, unconsciously turned downwards. The scene of their joined bodies, half-lifted by his arm strength, was fully exposed.
Sure enough, his strong pubic hair was soaked, clinging to his skin as if he had just emerged from a puddle.
It was a shocking scene that made her eyes hurt.
“L-let’s wash, let’s go wash. Quickly...!”
“Huh? Why?”
“Because it’s over...”
“Over?”
Choi Dam-young smiled slightly, one eye crinkling, as if he had heard something absurd. He wrapped his large hand around Eo-ryeong’s slender waist and flipped her over. Eo-ryeong, now lying face down like a frog, reflexively let out a moan at the thick shaft entering her from a different angle.
“Who finishes sex in one round, baby?”
“Ah...?”
He gently scraped the already swollen vaginal walls with his cock, even after just one thrust. Eo-ryeong, seeing his hips starting to find their rhythm again as if they were really going into a second round, turned her head with a bewildered expression.
“B-but, euht, in movies, it’s just one time and it’s, it’s over, ah...!”
Choi Dam-young braced himself with his arm by Eo-ryeong’s head and lightly nipped her petite nose. He looked over her beautiful, confused face as if he wanted to lick it with his tongue, then chuckled.
“That’s why I told you, you should have watched porn instead of movies.”
“......”
“Come on, put some strength in your hips. Quickly.”
She held onto a sliver of hope that, since he was a man with a subtly mischievous side, this might just be a joke. However, as the thrusts gradually picked up speed, and the squelching sound from below her buttocks grew louder, it became clear that it wasn’t a simple joke.
Eo-ryeong truly felt like crying.
The fragrant aroma awakened Eo-ryeong.
As she slowly lifted her eyelids, she saw the underside of the bed. Her position was so precarious that she would have fallen right off if she had leaned her upper body any further. As soon as she sat up in surprise, she let out a groan from the sharp muscle pain that ran from her shoulder blades to her tailbone.
Lying sideways on the bed, Eo-ryeong wriggled like a caterpillar, adjusting her posture. She blinked, wondering why her body ached so much, and if she had caught a cold, before the memories of the previous night sequentially surfaced.
Eo-ryeong threw off the blanket and stared at the ceiling with a blank expression.
“Huh...”
It felt like a scene from a movie, not her own memory.
No, that’s not right.
‘That’s why I told you, you should have watched porn instead of movies.’
As Choi Dam-young said, it wasn’t a movie. Her face flushed, and she quickly pulled the blanket over herself. Even though it was over, her heart pounded as if her mind and body were still trapped in the previous night.
“...Huh?”
Come to think of it, where did he go?
Eo-ryeong realized that the bedroom, which had been quiet for a while, was empty, and she slowly lowered the blanket again. Her large eyes, revealed beneath the white blanket, rolled around, searching for someone.
Did he leave while she was asleep?
She ran her hand over the empty spot next to her and sighed with a sense of disappointment.
Realizing her body was in a less than ideal state, she carefully sat up, but still let out a groan. When she tried to move her legs, her skin felt strangely hot. A beat later, when she realized why, her cheeks flushed.
First, she needed to wash up.
Eo-ryeong was embarrassed to reveal her naked body outside the blanket, so she tried to quickly put on some clothes.
But before she could, the bedroom door burst open.
“You’re awake?”
Eo-ryeong, sitting on the bed with only a blanket around her, widened her eyes at Choi Dam-young standing in the doorway. A feeling of joy soon filled her heart.
He hadn’t left yet.
Nodding in agreement, she watched Choi Dam-young enter the bedroom with something in his hands.
“I thought you’d be hungry when you woke up, so I used a few ingredients from the kitchen.”
“Yes, yes. It’s fine.”
Wearing only pants and no shirt, he placed the tray he was carrying on the bedside table and looked down at Eo-ryeong for a moment.
On the wooden tray he brought were French toast, coated in egg and grilled golden brown, sprinkled with sugar, and a cup of milk.
So that’s the fragrant smell she had noticed as soon as she woke up.
Just as he said, Eo-ryeong’s stomach started to rumble at the sight of the food, and she stared at the tray with a hungry expression.
“Ack.”
So she wasn’t prepared when Choi Dam-young suddenly pulled her into a tight embrace with his large body, rolling them on the bed.
He slowly rubbed his nose against Eo-ryeong’s tousled hair and asked, “Did you sleep well?” Eo-ryeong, feeling a ticklish sensation inside, quickly nodded her head up and down.
“Upsie.”
He leaned back against the headboard and sat Eo-ryeong on his lap. A fork with a bite-sized piece of French toast came towards her mouth.
Eo-ryeong habitually opened her mouth.
Having eaten with him often, where he fed her like a mother bird, it had become a habit. Even if she said it was okay, he would act like he was going to starve unless she opened her mouth, so she always had to give in.
The taste in her mouth was excellent. It was cooked just right, and the sugar was sprinkled perfectly. Eo-ryeong glanced up at him as she chewed the soft bread.
“This one’s a bit burnt. I’ll eat this one. Burnt food isn’t good for you.”
He flipped one of the pieces of bread he had cooked with a fork and clicked his tongue. Eo-ryeong stopped chewing and grabbed his sleeve.
“I, I can eat it.”
“Huh?”
“I want to eat it all...”
She wanted to eat all the food he had prepared for her. Choi Dam-young, understanding her feelings, smiled gently and rubbed his cheek against her head.
“Drink your milk.”
Eo-ryeong took the glass he handed her and moistened her lips with the milk. She had worried it might be cold, but even this was considerately warmed to a perfect lukewarm temperature.
Eo-ryeong, still sleepy, drank half the milk in one go. It took a while because she drank it slowly. While she was drinking, Choi Dam-young, who had been playing with her bangs, casually asked,
“What are you thinking about?”
“Huh? Ah... thinking it’s my first time?”
“What? Sex?”
Eo-ryeong’s cheeks flushed. Of course, what they had done last night was also a first, but that wasn’t what she was focusing on now.
“No. It’s my first time having someone make me breakfast...”
To be precise, her first time having something prepared ‘just for her.’
Even though it was a simple meal that wasn’t difficult to make, Eo-ryeong couldn’t believe it was a meal prepared for her.
It was a form of attention and affection she hadn’t received since her mother passed away.
One might think it’s silly to give such great meaning to someone simply preparing food, but for Eo-ryeong, who had lived half her life with the nickname “vermin,” it was a significant gesture.
When she lived in the grand mansion, she received lavish meals prepared with high-quality ingredients every day.
However, those meals were closer to the leftovers her father had left, and the housekeepers did it as a duty for money, not for her. There was no genuine emotion in that food.
On the other hand, this meal that Choi Dam-young had prepared was different.
Eo-ryeong felt a surge of emotion, enough to eat all the toast even if it was completely burnt.
“It’s my first time too.”
“......”
“If I’m going to live with you, I have to put in this much effort, right?”
She found it hard to believe it was his first time. Choi Dam-young seemed skilled and mature in every way, unlike her.
Even if it was just an empty compliment to make her feel better, she was grateful that someone like Choi Dam-young would show such consideration for someone as insignificant as her.
Choi Dam-young looked down at Eo-ryeong, who was quietly twitching her cheeks in his arms, and brushed her hair aside. Her pale neck, as white as beeswax, was mottled with marks like a disease.
“Your neck is a mess.”
It wasn’t something the person who had been biting her all night should say. Perhaps aware of this himself, Choi Dam-young gently stroked the marks. His fingers, which had been touching her skin, moved up and brushed against her earlobe.
Last night, whenever he thrust deep inside her, this part had strangely turned red. It was so cute that he wanted to devour it, so Choi Dam-young had spent the night biting and sucking her earlobe until it was swollen.
As if recalling the pleasures of the early morning, he lowered his head and slowly licked her earlobe with his tongue.
Then, Eo-ryeong, who was drinking milk, turned her head and bit his earlobe in the same way.
Choi Dam-young, watching her clumsy tongue movements and realizing that she was faithfully following what he had taught her the previous night, chuckled.
Last night, whatever he did, he made her do the same. If he touched her cheek, she touched his cheek. If he touched her chest, she touched his chest. If he nipped her nose or licked her chin, she did the same, like a shadow.
At first, Eo-ryeong was awkward and hesitant, but when he stopped thrusting deeply and teased her, she quickly gave in and caressed his body without hesitation. Perhaps because she was innocent like a blank sheet of paper, she absorbed things quickly, which Choi Dam-young found very satisfying.
“What’s this?”
Eo-ryeong, who had been licking his earlobe with her tongue, hesitated and asked.
“Huh?”
“There’s something... there.”
Eo-ryeong noticed a tiny groove on his earlobe and stared intently. Choi Dam-young, who had been touching the spot where her gaze was fixed, exclaimed, “Ah.”
“I used to have my ears pierced when I was younger. It’s a piercing scar.”
“When you were younger?”
“It’s unsightly to do it at my age now, so I took them out a long time ago.”
Ha-jin often wore piercings. Eo-ryeong, for some reason, became curious about how he looked with them and observed his ear closely.
“Why, are you curious?”
Choi Dam-young, who had seen through her gaze, asked softly, and Eo-ryeong quickly nodded. However, as if it was just a casual question, he didn’t seem inclined to satisfy her curiosity. Eo-ryeong swallowed her disappointment and finished the rest of her milk. Choi Dam-young occasionally licked her lower lip with his tongue. The faintly remaining sweet taste of milk clung to his tongue.
“More importantly, we slept together, so we’re dating, right?”
“Uh, eh?”
Eo-ryeong almost choked. Choi Dam-young, who had spoken as naturally as if they were going through the steps, slightly frowned at her dumbfounded reaction.
“Eo-ryeong took me.”
Eo-ryeong blinked in bewilderment.
“So you have to date me.”
“Uh...”
“Originally, sleeping together means dating.”
Is that really so?
Eo-ryeong’s expression quickly turned serious. Choi Dam-young’s words didn’t contain a hint of playfulness, which further fueled her contemplation.
Certainly, sex was an intimate and intense act, so it wasn’t strange for it to lead to such a relationship.
But is that how it is for everyone?
Does sleeping together mean starting to date?
‘Did my sister do that too...? It didn’t seem like she formed that kind of relationship with the men she was with at night...’
More than that, shouldn’t you confess, not just sleep together, to start dating?
Eo-ryeong looked like a scholar facing a world-class problem. Choi Dam-young, watching her with a somewhat amused expression, brushed her hair aside. He brought his lips close to her delicate ear, revealed by his touch, and drove the point home.
“You don’t just sleep with a man and then dump him, Eo-ryeong...”
Eo-ryeong quickly turned to him. Choi Dam-young put on a deliberately wounded expression. Eo-ryeong, who was particularly sensitive to his every action, didn’t know what to do and finally answered, “Yes, yes.”
Choi Dam-young, as if putting on a different mask, smiled brightly, his lips curving upwards.
“Then we’re dating, honey?”
He instantly upgraded his term of endearment.
Honey, huh.
Her head felt dizzy for some reason. Eo-ryeong, barely keeping up with his pace, nodded.
Somehow, it felt like everything was being glossed over...
Still, the thought of being with Choi Dam-young made her nod involuntarily. Whatever the reason, if she could continue to see him, it was all for the best, wasn’t it?
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