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Strange Yet Warm
Jae-hee returned home and closed the cold iron gate. She stood there in the entrance, still wearing her shoes, staring blankly, when Hyo-jung approached.
“Sis?”
Jae-hee couldn’t respond to Hyo-jung. All she could think of was Kang-joo’s appearance, Kang-joo’s voice from earlier.
Min-cheol was terrifying, and Kang-joo was pitiful. It was Min-cheol who was on the floor, and Kang-joo standing there with bloodstained hands, but still, Kang-joo felt pitiful. Even though he was the one who caused the harm, she wanted to embrace him right then and there as he stood with wounded eyes.
She replayed his sad smile, his voice echoing as if to himself.
“He said he was scared, but there’s nothing I can do about it.”
The bitter, self-mocking voice he had spoken.
“Yoon Jae-hee already knows. This is what I’ve become... a hopeless, insane bastard.”
Jae-hee collapsed as if she were falling apart. The image of his face, devoid of expression, and his voice, locked up as if his throat was tight, deeply pierced her heart.
She recalled the young boy who had been struggling alone, but she couldn’t embrace and comfort him like she had back then.
“Sis, are you okay?”
“No.”
Kang-joo had stood in front of the pale, shocked Jae-hee, and when the secretary arrived, he silently escorted her away. He entrusted Min-cheol, who was lying on the dirty floor, to the secretary and quietly sent Jae-hee upstairs.
“Good night. Although, I know it’s hard.”
In front of the cold iron gate, he had said this in a gentle voice. Then, before she could even turn around, he opened the door for her and softly pushed her inside.
The last words, seeping through the crack of the door.
“I’m sorry.”
What was he sorry for? What was he apologizing for?
His voice, muttered as if to himself, sounded infinitely sad. Jae-hee wanted to hold him, but the cold iron gate slammed shut between them, and another wall formed.
“Sis, what on earth happened?”
Jae-hee stopped her thoughts and tried to stand up, struggling to get up with Hyo-jung’s help, her legs too weak to support her. She remembered Min-cheol’s eyes, wild and flashing like a madman. A chill spread over her lips.
“Min-cheol came by.”
“Min-cheol oppa? No, what did that bastard do to you?”
“He... he cursed and raged, then tried to hit me.”
“What? That crazy bastard!”
Hyo-jung clenched her fists, ready to storm out. He had caused a scene the last time he came, and now, this time, he even tried to hit her?
“Hyo-jung, don’t go. It’s over now.”
“Over? What do you mean by ‘over’? Are you just going to let that crazy bastard go?”
Jae-hee pulled Hyo-jung back in, forcing her to stop from leaving. Then, she firmly grasped her hand.
“He got beaten up badly by someone else. So, just leave him alone for now.”
“Why? Sis, why are you backing down with Min-cheol? What’s going on?”
Hyo-jung shouted. Jae-hee, taking off her coat and hanging it on the rack, muttered weakly.
“Because he saved me.”
If it hadn’t been for that incident. If that hadn’t happened, she wouldn’t have dated Min-cheol, nor would she have forgiven him after what he had done. The person who saved her precious Hyo-jung from something that no one else could have, no matter what, was Min-cheol. This time, she was willing to let it slide.
“He saved you? What are you talking about? Why would he save me?”
Following Jae-hee toward the bathroom, Hyo-jung asked. Jae-hee reached out and gently touched Hyo-jung’s cheek. Feeling the warmth of her younger sister, her heart finally began to calm down. Her home. Her Hyo-jung. Her space. There was no more danger.
“Don’t you remember? It was Min-cheol who helped you when you fell and got hurt on the stairs in the alley. When I couldn’t do anything because of the shock, he came and took care of everything. If it wasn’t for him back then, you...”
As she spoke, her throat tightened, and she had to swallow hard. If something had happened to Hyo-jung back then, she wouldn’t be here now. Just imagining it made her eyes well up. And then—
“It’s okay, Jae-hee. It’s okay.”
That voice that had whispered in her ear that day. Though she couldn’t quite remember it clearly, it lingered like a faint trace.
The one who had comforted her when she was barely holding on was Min-cheol, wasn’t it? If she hadn’t felt that warmth, she might have truly fallen apart.
When she was weaker than ever, it was his light that had burrowed into her, lifting her from the mud and warming her. That was Jeong Min-cheol. So, she had to forgive him, at least this once.
Hyo-jung fell silent for a moment. She seemed to be recalling something. Then, as Jae-hee entered the bathroom, Hyo-jung spoke, a bit confused.
“What are you talking about? The one who took me to the hospital was Kang-joo oppa.”
“What?”
“Sis, you contacted Kang-joo oppa. He took care of everything—paid the hospital bills. Why are you suddenly talking about Min-cheol? Was it from that point that you had temporary amnesia?”
Jae-hee’s hand, which had been reaching to turn on the light, slipped.
She whispered, almost like sleepwalking, “When I woke up, it was Min-cheol I saw.”
“Sis, you lost your phone in the alley. That night, Min-cheol couldn’t reach you, so he contacted me instead. It was when you were chasing after him. When I came to my senses, I told him you were in the hospital, and he said he’d come because he was worried. That’s why he arrived late.”
“......”
“Kang-joo oppa went to talk to a doctor he knew, and while he was briefly gone, Min-cheol came. He asked me to watch over you when I went in for the MRI. Maybe that’s when you got confused?”
Jae-hee’s face went pale.
What had she misunderstood all this time? What exactly?
The world she had known spun around. She felt like she was hanging upside down. Everything she thought she knew came crashing down. And when the lies were shaken off, what was revealed was Cha Kang-joo.
Kang-joo oppa.
“Did you think I forgave him just because he helped you? Wow, that guy is really something, isn’t he? What has he done to act like he’s done something for you, huh?”
Hyo-jung’s harsh voice echoed through the air.
That day. The day Min-cheol had saved Hyo-jung. The day he had calmed her down and helped her when she was a mess. The kind words he had whispered in her ear. The embrace that comforted her. All of it. Every single bit of it.
The sound of rain pouring outside the small kitchen window slowly filled the room. The little snowflakes had turned into cold winter rain.
Suddenly, Kang-joo’s words came to mind.
“You know, on rainy days, I turn into an idiot.”
Since that day. Since the day he had been trapped in the storage room during high school, Kang-joo had been particularly sensitive to rain. She had heard that he became severely claustrophobic and couldn’t even ride in a car to school. His mother had said that. And Chairman Cha had clicked his tongue when he saw it.
Jae-hee moved again. She grabbed her coat from the rack and hurriedly put it on, rushing out the front door.
“Sis, where are you going all of a sudden?!”
“Hyo-jung, you can sleep alone tonight, right?”
“I can sleep alone, but... where are you going?!”
Hyo-jung called after her, her footsteps echoing as she ran up the stairs. Jae-hee waved her hand, signaling that everything was fine, and then rushed out into the cold, falling rain.
Knock, knock, knock.
Jae-hee softly knocked on the door. His house, which strangers rarely visited, had the doorbell muted, so she couldn’t ring it.
“Manager?”
A cold chill slipped through her lips. She knocked again, calling out to him.
“Manager, are you there?”
She didn’t know what kind of courage had driven her here. She didn’t even know why she had come. She just couldn’t stand the image of his face, so dry like the winter sky, lingering in her mind. When she realized that the warmth that had comforted her that day had come from him, she couldn’t hold herself back anymore. So, in a moment of impulse, she had come running.
There was no answer from inside. Jae-hee hesitated for a moment, then clenched her fist. Overcoming her impulse, she decided to try something beyond her usual behavior.
Breathing nervously, she placed her thumb on the fingerprint scanner. But before she could open the door, it opened silently on its own.
A faint light from inside spilled into the dark hallway. It sliced through her shadowed form vertically, and as the door fully opened, a bright beam of light engulfed her.
Dim, soft lighting. And in that light, Kang-joo emerged, his presence drowsily unfurling.
“...Jae-hee.”
He looked slightly surprised, his eyes filled with something almost like seeing a hallucination.
Kang-joo lowered his head and, while studying Jae-hee’s expression, asked:
“Is something wrong?”
Jae-hee only fidgeted with her wet hair. Unable to find the right words, she simply stared at his chest.
What should she say? Should she thank him for saving Hyo-jung that day, for his late gesture of gratitude? Or maybe thank him for hitting Min-cheol today? Or should she...
Ask if he’s okay in the rain, a seemingly unnecessary greeting?
She had come for all those reasons and yet for none of them. She didn’t even know why she was standing here, choosing her words in front of him.
“Come in, for now.”
Kang-joo stepped back to allow her to pass. Jae-hee looked at the inside for a moment before silently nodding and walking towards the light.
The house was filled with a soft, warm glow from the lighting. The kitchen, the living room, and the sofa where he had been reading—everywhere, the house was bathed in light, driving away all the darkness. Rain pattered against the large window, and the glistening lights of the Seoul skyline shimmered through the rain.
As the sound of the rain trickled through, a tea cup was placed beside her, the rich aroma of coffee filling the air.
“Drink up.”
He didn’t ask anything. He handed her a towel to dry off the wet spots, then sat down on the sofa.
Jae-hee, holding the warm cup, lifted her gaze. She could see Kang-joo’s face, quietly observing her.
His slightly pale cheek, the expressionless face, the house filled with light. Was he afraid of the rain tonight too? He didn’t look well again, as usual.
Drip, drip, drip—the sound of rain tapping against the window mingled with the soft, quiet melody of a piano.
“The music’s nice.”
“Is it?”
Kang-joo replied lightly, as if he hadn’t noticed the silence between them. He then muttered, looking out the window with a hint of self-deprecation.
“I just played anything to drown out the sound of the rain. I’m glad you like it.”
Jae-hee lowered her gaze again. She had grown used to the silence between them, but tonight, it felt especially hard to bear. If he had asked why she was here, it would have been easier to speak. But her heart was racing uncontrollably.
Kang-joo, perhaps with a headache, pressed his temples and spoke lazily.
“If you’re worried about Jeong Min-cheol, don’t bother.”
“What?”
To be honest, she hadn’t been thinking about Min-cheol at all. Her mind had been filled with thoughts of Kang-joo. Kang-joo continued, speaking casually.
“At first, he was threatening. Saying the Senior Executive of Seongang Group had assaulted someone... He said he’d report it to the press.”
“And then...?”
“I told him to go ahead. Let the article come out. Everyone will rush to it, I’m sure. They’ll be curious, wondering why the son of Seongang Group’s chairman would hit someone... It’s funny, but I’ve apparently gained that much attention.”
Everyone would definitely be interested if it came out that the son of Seongang Group’s chairman hit someone. Some would call it an ‘owner risk,’ while others would condemn him, saying he should be locked up. Jae-hee waited for Kang-joo’s next words, her face pale.
He continued casually, as if it were no big deal.
“When they get curious, a video will pop up. The scene where Jeong Min-cheol, that idiot, attacked you.”
“Ah...”
How? There were no CCTV cameras. Could it have been filmed with a phone?
Kang-joo, having explained everything, gave a reassuring remark to calm her.
“So, Jae-hee, don’t worry. That kind of thing won’t have any effect on me.”
“...Thank you.”
Only then did Jae-hee express her late gratitude. She had been too flustered earlier to say a word of thanks. She awkwardly asked:
“I guess you recorded the video before hitting Min-cheol, huh? It’s a relief. No matter how much I defend you, without evidence, it would have had its limits.”
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Kang-joo’s lips.
“Do you think I would have recorded it?”
“Ah...”
Ah, Jae-hee suddenly let out a foolish laugh. So it was just a believable lie to threaten him.
Min-cheol’s parents ran a fairly well-known traditional medicine clinic in the countryside. They valued their reputation highly, so they probably considered it disgraceful for their son, Min-cheol, to be involved in such a scandal. Legally, even if Kang-joo were punished, he would be seen as the man who saved the woman, while Min-cheol would be reduced to a scoundrel who laid a hand on her.
There was no way people who had lived such dignified lives would let their son become a disgrace.
Anyway, it was a relief.
Kang-joo stared at Jae-hee, who was still just fiddling with the teacup, and then stood up.
“If you’re reassured, then let’s go. I’ll call the driver for you.”
“No, I—”
“You know... I can’t drive on a day like this. I’m sorry.”
Kang-joo, who had gone pale, gave a bitter smile. He stood, gripping the sofa, then clenched and unclenched his fist. His fingertips slightly trembled. It seemed like there was a limit to pretending to be calm in front of Jae-hee.
Jae-hee bit her lip. She knew instantly. She had always been the closest one to witness his mental turmoil.
“I’ll go.”
“Jae-hee.”
“Go ahead. I don’t want to see you cling to me.”
“...”
For a moment, the music stopped. A brief gap between the tracks. In that fleeting instant, the sound of the rain overwhelmed the living room like a wave. Kang-joo inhaled and slowly ran his palm over his face. A curse against himself slipped out softly.
“Fine. I’ll just sit here and leave when I feel like it. If you’re alone... I’ll just stay by your side.”
Kang-joo buried his face in his hand, murmuring softly.
“You can call someone else. There are plenty of people who’ll come.”
“You don’t like being with anyone else on a day like this.”
Kang-joo, who had always hated showing his vulnerable side to others, heard Jae-hee’s soft whisper.
She was the one who understood him best, the one who could see his wounds so clearly. But all that seemed meaningless now. What was the point of feeling superior for knowing him so well? Jae-hee let out a self-deprecating laugh. It was absurd, realizing how little she truly knew him, even though she thought she understood him better than anyone.
Kang-joo slowly lowered his hand. His cold, empty eyes were revealed.
He spoke, grinding his teeth.
“You think you know me that well?”
“...”
His words, spat out casually, were as cold as ice.
“You think you know everything, and still... you still.”
Jae-hee blankly stared at his face. His eyes, glaring at her as though they would tear her apart, somehow seemed to hold resentment. It felt like looking at a wounded animal. In truth, it was herself who had been cast aside and abandoned by him, so why was it that he...
He had built the wall first and severed the connection, so why? Despite knowing everything, it was Kang-joo, the one who cruelly pushed her away.
Jae-hee cautiously approached him and slowly wrapped her arm around his neck, pulling him into an embrace. His body, touching hers, was stiff and rigid. Gently applying more pressure, she pulled him closer, and he, much larger than her, lowered his head and leaned in. His body slowly melted like snow sinking into the earth.
“Hah…”
She felt his weary breath on her shoulder. Jae-hee gently began to stroke his back, just like she used to comfort him when they were children, as though melting frozen ice. Everywhere her hands touched, warmth spread. His tense body slowly started to relax.
Kang-joo, summoning his courage, slowly wrapped his arms around her. He held her fragile body tightly, and as he felt her warmth fully envelop him, he finally exhaled deeply. It was as if his breathing had been freed.
Between their bodies, which were fully pressed together, a subtle warmth spread. Kang-joo, holding her close as if clinging to her, embraced Jae-hee tightly.
“Do you pity me?”
His voice, thrown out with difficulty, was muffled and heavy. He asked again, his eyes scrunching under the pressure.
“What does this mean? Is it pity?”
“…”
“Are you not scared of me anymore?”
Jae-hee, softly lifting her head to look at him, wanted to reply, “How could I pity you? How could I?” But as she looked into the deep shadows in his eyes, she couldn’t say anything.
The truth was, she was afraid of him. She was afraid of standing in front of him. Every time she stood before him, it felt like she was losing herself. She wanted to keep her balance, but she was afraid and scared of how easily she kept stumbling toward him, like a fool.
She was terrified that he would push her away.
‘When I kissed you last time, I realized it was better than I expected.’
Suddenly, his words from the garden outside came to her mind. When she asked him why he was kissing her, why he was touching her, he had answered like that.
Now, it didn’t matter anymore. His comforting voice, Kang-joo... what I wanted, Kang-joo... it was him, Kang-joo, the one she had always wanted and desperately desired to touch. She didn’t care about the reason she could be near him.
It didn’t matter if they weren’t Kang-joo and Jae-hee. It didn’t matter if their relationship had changed. All that mattered was that she wanted him so badly, and even if she had to throw her whole body into it, she just wanted to be close to him for even a moment. Even if one day, she would be cast back into the cold world beyond the wall. Even if she were abandoned as pitifully as before.
“Kang-joo, you’re not a pitiful person. I’ve never pitied you. How could I pity you? How could I?”
“…”
Kang-joo was silent for a moment. He pulled her even tighter, holding her as if clinging to her, and just took a few deep breaths.
The rain grew heavier. The sound of the rain crashing against the windows drowned out the music that had been playing.
Kang-joo closed his eyes and murmured softly.
“Coming here on a night like this is cheating, you know?”
Soon, his warm hand cupped her cheek.
Their lips met roughly.
“The kiss was as rough as the pouring rain. Kang-joo swallowed her lips as if he would bite them off and thrust his tongue deep inside. He ravaged her mouth, pushing and shoving.
“Ugh...”
Jae-hee struggled to keep up with his movements, backing away. Her tongue throbbed where he licked and sucked so forcefully. It felt like she was swallowing a fireball—a raw, unbridled flame of his desire.
Their kisses continued, frantic and urgent. Panting, Kang-joo captured Jae-hee and swallowed every breath she took. He wrapped his tongue around hers, sucking avidly, pressing down hard on her root.
Pushing her back slowly, Kang-joo impatiently began to shed his clothes. He tossed his shirt behind him and roughly pulled her back to him, kissing her again. With a strength that lifted her off her feet, he held her waist, and she was forced to tip back.
“Uh, ugh, mmm.”
Before she could react, her clothes were stripped away. He tore open her buttons and roughly swirled his tongue around hers. His hard chest pressed against her bare torso.
“Huff, mmm.”
Jae-hee clung to his arms, panting. Her body swayed, as if about to topple over. With her clothes gone, a sudden chill ran through her. His body, pressed against hers, was so hot that she felt like she was melting.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, supporting her falling body. She shook her head, trying to avoid his kisses on her cheeks and lips, panting heavily.
“Wait, wait, Mr. Kang, ugh...” Her attempt to stop him was swallowed up by his kiss. Devouring her lips completely, Kang-joo tilted his head and plunged his tongue deep into her mouth. He captured her soft tongue and swirled it around. A wet sound echoed faintly.
With a thud, her body fell backward. She had been pushed onto the bed as he’d intended. The cool sheet beneath her back was a stark contrast to the heat building within her. Only wearing a bra, she shivered. But before she could calm her trembling, his hot body was upon her again.
“Haah, haah...”
Jae-hee’s chest heaved. Her blood pounded in her ears. Her heart raced so fast she felt dizzy. Before her, his eyes were filled with lust. The gaze he directed at her was so intense, it was almost chilling.
The calm and collected man she knew was nowhere to be found. Kang-joo, who now completely enveloped her, was more like a wild animal.
He stripped off his pants and buried his face in her neck. His hot lips traced and licked her skin.
“Ahh...”
With each breath he took against her skin, with each stroke of his hot tongue, Jae-hee shivered.
His excited breaths were close to her ear. The weight of his body pressing down on her was hot. His lower body thrust against hers. Though Jae-hee had no experience with men, she understood what he was doing. Hadn’t she felt it in the outdoor garden? His hard, urgent desire.
His wet tongue licked her earlobe. The cold sensation made her lower abdomen twitch.
“Ugh, ugh, mmm...” As she gasped for air, her skirt and stockings were pulled off.
Wearing only her underwear, Jae-hee thrashed beneath him. When she struggled and touched his shoulder, it was hot and firm. Pressed down by his muscular body, she felt a strange sense of security amidst the breathlessness.
He was already naked. His body, turned away from the soft light, was pressed against hers, his mouth moving over every inch of her. He kissed her neck, her collarbone, and then the soft mound of her breasts that was pushed up by her bra.
His lips moved tirelessly. Jae-hee gasped at the urgent touches that roamed her body. She was breathless with each hot kiss.
“Ah...”
He gripped her waist tightly, his face lowered. He bit into the thin fabric of her bra, nibbling at the area around her nipple. He rubbed his cheek against the soft mound of her breasts, his hot lips grazing her skin.
“Ah...”
Jae-hee pushed against his shoulder. The sensation was overwhelming. The tickle of his hair against her breasts and the sharp bites he took were both pleasurable and painful.
The hot hardness pressing against her thigh seemed to be growing larger by the second. Without even touching it, it was hard and slick with precum.
The wet, hot length pressed against her thigh. The unfamiliar sensation made Jae-hee close her eyes tightly. Every time she moved, her breasts swayed. Kang-joo buried his face in her chest and slid his hand under her panties.
“Ahh!” Jae-hee’s thighs jumped. A foreign touch between her legs made her stomach tighten.
Kang-joo explored the soft, moist area. Suppressing the urge to rush, he moved his fingers slowly. His fingertips, slipping into the opening, slid down smoothly. The entrance was already slick and wet. With each of his movements, the tense passage tightened.
“Ah, haah...”
A moan escaped Jae-hee’s parted lips. The mere touch of his fingertips sent a jolt through her body.
Kang-joo gently, but with a hint of urgency, stroked the sensitive folds. He smeared the slick fluid, carefully stimulating the tender flesh.
“Ahh... Ugh...”
Jae-hee was impatient with his attention to the outer folds. Every time he touched her, a wet sound echoed. She yearned to meet his touch more actively.
His thumb moved down, parting the wet labia, and brushed against the small, protruding bud.
“Ah!”
A sharp cry escaped Jae-hee’s lips. It was a sensation she had never experienced before. Even with just a brief touch, her body trembled. He began to move his fingers slowly. With each gentle stroke, her clitoris hardened with arousal.
“Ah, ahh, ugh...”
His thumb rubbed against the slick nub. Jae-hee couldn’t suppress her moans. A raw pleasure surged through her as he gently circled and rubbed. As he softly squeezed, a torrent of fluid flooded out.
“...Haah, ugh!”
Jae-hee tossed her head back and gasped. It was a pleasure so intense it felt sinful.
Kang-joo buried his face in Jae-hee’s chest as she writhed, and then bit into her bra, pulling it up and off. With the fabric gone, her soft breasts spilled out.
Her nipples were hard and erect with arousal. Kang-joo took one into his mouth.
“Ah!”
Jae-hee’s core tightened. His hot tongue wrapped around her nipple, sucking it eagerly, like a baby nursing. He used the tip of his tongue to probe and tease the hardened peak.
“Ah, ugh,”
Jae-hee lay beneath him, trembling like a fish out of water.
His fingers, which had been caressing her clitoris, delved into the quivering entrance. The entrance, slick with lubrication, easily accepted his fingers. “Ahh...” Jae-hee’s face contorted as if she were about to cry.
The sensations on her breasts were already driving her mad, and the foreign object invading her made her even hotter. Kang-joo kneaded her breasts as he stroked the inner walls. He clamped down on her nipple, his tongue lapping at the protruding peak. Then, he thrust his middle finger deep inside her, stirring the sensitive inner flesh. “Ahh!” As his long finger pressed against the tender spot deep inside her, Jae-hee bit her lip and trembled.
While arousing Jae-hee, Kang-joo bobbed his swollen penis. It grew larger and larger with each lick, each caress. His insatiable desire refused to subside. He felt a thirst that could never be quenched. His erect penis twitched, then dripped thick precum. Kang-joo rubbed the tip against Jae-hee’s thigh as he sucked on her breasts. The slick penis glided over her skin. Jae-hee whimpered. She was covered in a mixture of her own fluids and his precum. “Ah... Ugh... Hikk, huff...” Jae-hee was on the verge of tears. She wanted to escape the overwhelming pleasure, but she was completely trapped beneath him. She felt like she was going mad.
Every time he moved his wrist, making deep strokes inside her, a wet, slapping sound echoed. Her hips bucked as his hot fingers penetrated her. As his thick knuckles scraped against her walls and withdrew, a wave of longing pleasure washed over her.
His hot tongue continued to torment her nipples. Overwhelmed by the sensations from above and below, Jae-hee clenched her muscles. “Ahh...” Hot fluid gushed out, sliding down his fingers. As she gripped his fingers, Kang-joo spread her legs wider, rubbing her walls to stretch them. Her legs were spread wide open.
The entrance that had once been so tight was now accommodating two fingers, twitching and slick with fluid. Pleasure surged through her as her hips bucked. “Haah, ugh! Ugh.” Jae-hee tried to push him away, but he held her down. His movements grew faster. The sheet was soaked with the fluids that ran down her thighs.
Jae-hee gasped, her body pressed against his. He held her struggling legs down. Then, as he thrust his middle finger deep inside her, she cried out, “Ah, stop, ugh! Ahh...” She arched her back and let out a scream.
Jae-hee trembled, her lower abdomen twitching. A jolt of electricity shot through her. Her inner walls convulsed as she reached her climax. Her hips bucked and her body shook uncontrollably with pleasure. “Ah!” Amidst the intense pleasure, a sharp pain shot through her. Kang-joo had bitten down hard on her nipple that he had been sucking.
Hearing her moan and smelling her scent, Kang-joo also climaxed. He held her nipple tightly in his mouth as he came. Without any penetration, just the warmth of her clenched inner walls around his fingers and the contractions of her climax, he released his semen.
“Haah...” Kang-joo released her breast with a sigh. Her breast, which had been released from his mouth, quivered and spread out. He moved his hips, roughly rubbing his penis against her soft inner thighs. Wave after wave of thick fluid erupted from him.
The semen poured out, soaking Jae-hee’s crotch and dripping down her thighs. The white sheets were stained hot and wet with her fluids and his semen.
After releasing everything inside her, Kang-joo pulled her close. His heavy breathing was animalistic. “Hoo, hoo...” “Haah, haah...” Jae-hee gasped, clutching at the sheets. She felt like if she didn’t hold onto something, she would fall into an abyss. Even though he was the one who had climaxed, it was she who felt the most breathless and exhausted.
A warm hand landed on her clenched fist. Kang-joo gently uncurled her tense fingers and laced his with hers. Their hot hands met tenderly.
“Jae-hee, you’re amazing.” “...” The man’s voice was languid after his climax. Jae-hee looked up at him, still panting. “You made me cum without even putting it in.” Her already flushed cheeks grew even hotter. Kang-joo’s eyes, which had been filled with excitement, were now lazily filled with afterglow. Still aroused, he gripped his penis. He rubbed the thick head and then spread the semen along the shaft. His penis felt heavy and fully erect.
Jae-hee looked away from the explicit sight of him masturbating. Just watching him made her wet. Embarrassed by her own arousal, she tried to close her legs. Kang-joo forcefully pried her legs open with his other hand. “Don’t hide.”
He scanned his thick, veined member as if licking it with his eyes, making a heavy, slimy sound. After rubbing the head of his penis and shaking his thick member, he pressed against her. “Ah...” Jae-hee let out a wet moan. The penis poking her thigh was burning hot. Anticipation for what was to come made her swallow nervously. It was unbelievably large. The thought of it going inside her filled her with a sense of fear. His erect member rubbed against Jae-hee’s entrance, the tip slick with precum, probing her clitoris. “Ugh, ugh!”
Moving his hips slowly, Kang-joo pressed his lips against Jae-hee’s ear. His voice, deep and husky, whispered seductively. “I want to fill you up now.” And then, he gently pushed his semen-coated penis into her. “Ahh!” Jae-hee twisted her hips and parted her lips. Even with just the tip inside her, she felt suffocated. She could feel the ridges of his glans. Jae-hee groaned, her neck flushed red.
His glans probed the wet crevice. As her tight vaginal walls pushed against his penis, he rubbed his glans against her clitoris, teasing the gap that had opened. When her entrance relaxed, he slowly pushed himself in again. “Ah, ahh... It hurts... Huff.” Kang-joo’s eyes were dark as he teased her with just the tip of his penis. He barely suppressed the urge to thrust all the way in and smirked. “Maybe your ex-boyfriends were small. You’re not even loosening up for me.” He muttered to himself, but Jae-hee was panting too hard to understand. Kang-joo spread her labia wide with his thumbs, then forced his penis into her mouth-like opening. “Ah!” Jae-hee let out a strained moan. She gasped for air, as if she was trying to squeeze his penis out. The fluid that oozed out of the opening lubricated his penis. “Ugh, ugh...” Jae-hee grabbed his arm, her fingers digging into his flesh. It felt like he was tearing her apart and forcing a weapon inside her. Kang-joo forcefully spread her vaginal walls and pushed his penis in. Her virginal walls tightened around him, resisting the intrusion.
Kang-joo raised the hand that had been spread across her labia and rubbed her clitoris. “Ah!” Jae-hee kicked her legs and her lower body twitched. With a sudden thrust, his penis penetrated deep inside her. As the tip pressed firmly against the inner wall of her vagina, Jae-hee shook her head and moaned. Her lower body cramped from being stretched so wide. An alien pain twisted her hips. It felt like a red-hot poker was forcing her body to its limit. “Haah, ugh...” His penis, which was buried deep inside her, pulsed. The strange sensation made it difficult for her to focus. The tight, full feeling made it hard to breathe. Kang-joo stared down at Jae-hee without moving. His eyes were dark and fixed on her as she writhed beneath him, filled with him. His penis, which had been forced into her, throbbed as if it were about to release its semen.
Kang-joo removed his hand from her labia and slowly began to move his hips. Her vaginal walls, which were gripping his penis, slid in and out, creating an erotic sensation. The semen he had smeared on his penis mixed with her own lubrication, creating a cloudy film inside her. With his penis deeply embedded in her, he ground against her and gritted his teeth. “Relax. You’re going to cum again.”
Jae-hee couldn’t quite understand what he was saying. She could only shake her head in a mix of pain and slight pleasure as his swollen penis slowly moved back and forth inside her. “Haah, haah, ugh...”
With each ragged breath she took, her full breasts trembled slightly. Kang-joo pulled her thighs closer, pushing deeper inside her, and began to rub her nipple with his thumb. The touch rekindled her excitement. Jae-hee let out a breathless moan. “Ahh, ah...” Every time her nipple was rubbed, Jae-hee’s hips jerked. Kang-joo gritted his teeth and let out a deep breath. Every time he stimulated her nipple, her vaginal walls tightened around him. The intense sensation was so satisfying that he wanted nothing more than to grab her hips and thrust into her wildly, spilling his semen all over her. He stopped moving and caught his breath.
Jae-hee kept her eyes closed and whimpered. “Why... Why don’t you move...?” She wished he would say something, anything. She wanted him to end this sensation, whether it was pleasure or pain. Kang-joo finally moved. He parted the vaginal walls that were gripping him tightly and slowly pulled back. When the curved head of his penis caught on the entrance, he thrust it in hard.
“Ah!” Jae-hee’s body was pushed back as she received his heavy weight. Her narrow entrance stretched to accommodate the hot flesh, and she panted, gasping from the unfamiliar and painful sensation. Kang-joo leaned down, kissed her cheek, and began to move in earnest.
“Ah, ahng, ugh...” He pressed down firmly on her as she squirmed and thrashed, thrusting into her repeatedly. Then, he slid his lips across hers and gently sucked her tongue, soothing her. As he leaned forward, the angle of his penis changed inside her. Jae-hee trembled and hugged him tightly.
His penis stabbed deep into her, then rubbed against her walls as he thrust in and out. Every thrust felt like too much. Kang-joo’s gentle kisses began to calm her. Her body, which was unaccustomed to being filled, was still sore, but his slow movements ignited a spark within her. Excitement began to build, and her vaginal walls grew slick with lubrication. He moved slowly, deeply. “Ahng...” Jae-hee tightened her grip on him and squeezed her thighs. She couldn’t believe what was happening.
Could this really be happening? Could this solid body that completely enveloped her be Kang-joo, her older brother Kang-joo? The man who had once coldly pushed her away, the man who had ignored her feelings and left without a word. Now, that same Kang-joo was thrusting into her, his body hot against hers. The crude sounds they made together were so foreign.
Moving his hips slowly, Kang-joo thrust his penis deep inside her again. He pressed down on her thighs, which were trembling with a strange pleasure, forcing them open and probing her depths.
“Open your eyes.” His voice was low and commanding. Jae-hee managed to lift her eyelids. He was standing in front of her, backlit by the dim light. As he pulled his penis out and then thrust it back in, he smiled. Her vagina, which was swallowing him, twitched painfully. “Look at me. Look at who’s in front of you right now.” “Ugh...” “There’s no one else but me.” He thrust deeper inside her. The slippery penis was sucked completely into her.
“Ugh, ah...” The thick shaft slid out halfway before plunging back in, splitting her entrance. “It means there’s no one else but me who’s going to be inside you.” “Huu... ugh...” She couldn’t understand what he was saying. She could only twist her body as a slow pleasure washed over her. The pleasure was as intense as the pain, and it ebbed away just as she was about to reach a climax, driving her crazy.
“I’m the only one who comes inside you. Understand?” “Ah...” He moved his hips slowly, urging her to reply. His penis, which had been thrusting deep inside her, made a squelching sound as it moved around. Jae-hee managed to open her eyes and nod. She was disoriented, but she understood that he had asked her a question and wanted an affirmative answer.
“Y-yes, I understand...” As soon as she answered, her thighs were spread wide open. Kang-joo looked down at her reddened flesh and thrust his penis into her with all his might.
He suddenly began to thrust wildly, the previous gentleness a distant memory. The slapping sound of his penis hitting against her walls grew faster and more intense, and a thick, cloudy fluid began to leak out.
“Ah! Ah, ugh! Ahh!” Jae-hee was tossed around wildly. Pleasure washed over her in waves. Every thrust, every plunge sent her into a frenzy. Her mouth hung open, drool dripping down her chin, and Kang-joo caught it with his tongue, sucking on it. Grasping one of Jae-hee’s heaving breasts, Kang-joo thrust into her repeatedly. He pulled her closer, plunging deeper with each stroke, and then lifted his hips as high as he could.
“Ah! Ugh... Ugh! Ahh!” Jae-hee raised her hands, trying to grip his strong arms, but her nails couldn’t find purchase. Her hands slid over his smooth skin. Kang-joo grabbed her wrists, pulling her arms around his neck. As soon as she clung to him, he began to thrust again. With every thrust, a wet slapping sound echoed in the room.
“Ahh! Ugh... Aah!” Jae-hee clung to his neck, her body shaking uncontrollably. Kang-joo rested his forehead on her shoulder and thrust into her with powerful strokes. His breathing was ragged and animalistic. Hearing her excited moans, her vaginal walls tightened around him. Her body, buffeted by his relentless thrusts, felt like it was on fire. His body pressed against hers, and the penis deep inside her, everything was burning hot.
His penis withdrew, only to pierce her again with brutal force. It scraped against her walls and then thrust forward rapidly, again and again. “Ah! Ugh! Ah!” Every time he hit her pleasure spot, Jae-hee’s legs kicked out. Kang-joo continued to thrust, relentlessly hitting her sensitive spot. Jae-hee could no longer contain her moans. She clung to his neck, abandoning herself to the pleasure.
“Haah... Ugh, ugh...” The world spun. With each thrust, Jae-hee’s toes curled. The pleasure was relentless. His engorged penis rubbed against her, and the rough tip scraped against her clitoris, making her body tremble. It was like falling into an abyss. She couldn’t think straight. It felt like she was being thrown into an endless pit.
“Ah! Ugh... Ahh!” His testicles slapped against her entrance with a wet sound. Slick fluid splattered her thighs. Kang-joo pressed his hand against her glistening thighs, spreading them wide, and thrust his body into her. Foam bubbled up in her vagina, then popped and dribbled down. Her body swayed back and forth, and she was thrown backward. She clung to him desperately, trying to support her trembling body.
“Ugh... Ugh!” Jae-hee was melting. Every deep thrust sent chills down her spine. She couldn’t even scream; she could only grit her teeth. Then, Kang-joo thrust so hard that it felt like he was pounding her.
“Ahh...” She let out a sharp cry, her legs tightening around his waist. An intense pleasure washed over her, making her whole world go white. She experienced a climax like she’d never felt before, and instinctively pulled him closer. Kang-joo pressed down on her with his whole body. With both hands, he spread her vaginal lips wide and savagely thrust his penis into her.
“Hoo...” His moan was rough and ragged. Her muscles twitched as she gripped and released him. Her climaxing body squeezed him tightly. Kang-joo looked down at her twitching entrance and thrust deep into her, moving his hips back and forth. “Ah...” Jae-hee’s body went limp. She panted, still feeling the aftershocks of pleasure. Kang-joo held her limp body tightly and came for a long time. He thrust deep inside her, then pulled out and thrust again, emptying himself completely. After expelling his semen, he finally stopped moving.
Jae-hee bit her lip, her eyes welling up with tears. Her body was so weak she could barely move a finger. The overwhelming pleasure had left her mind reeling. She felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction and wanted to cry. A single tear rolled down her cheek. She thought it was strange how pleasure could make her cry.
Even after emptying himself inside her, his penis remained hard. He seemed to still be aroused. Every time Jae-hee’s muscles twitched in aftershock, his penis swelled. Jae-hee gently pushed him away.
“Stop...” It wasn’t that she didn’t want it. It was just that she couldn’t bear any more pleasure. Her body was trembling with aftershocks, and she was terrified of this unfamiliar feeling. She was terrified of the overwhelming urge to seek out more of the pleasure he gave her, to fill herself entirely with him. She was scared of herself, scared of how desperately she clung to him.
She was ashamed of her body, transformed into something so foreign and wanton. Kang-joo slowly pulled away. As he withdrew his penis, a wet sound echoed from their joined flesh. His penis swelled even further. Her vagina clung to him, refusing to let go, and he was aroused again. Instead of pulling out completely, Kang-joo pressed his hips down. His fully erect penis slid back inside her. “Ah...” Jae-hee gasped in surprise. She thought it was over. The heat and excitement surged back into her. “Isn’t it over...?” She looked up at him with blurry eyes. As she wiped away her tears, Kang-joo licked them away and smiled faintly.
“The end?” His low, drawn-out question was incredibly gentle. But contrary to its softness, the way he thrust into her again was brutal. Kang-joo began to move again, teasing her heated walls and parting her twitching lips. As his rough pubic hair rubbed against her white buttocks, a blush spread across her delicate skin. “Ah, ugh... I’m tired... Ugh...”
Jae-hee shook her head and barely managed to speak. She tried to push him away with trembling hands, but as he stirred inside her, her lower abdomen tightened again. With each breath, her vagina tightened around him, then released him. Kang-joo bit her panting lips, sucking on her tongue as he whispered, “If we want to see the end, we’ll have to stay up all night.”
With that, he thrust deep inside her as she gasped for air. Before she could reply, he silenced her with his tongue and pushed his penis all the way in. “Ugh, ugh, ugh!” Her moans were muffled. Jae-hee thrashed as his penis slid in and out of her. His wet tongue followed her moving face. Her insides were damp from the aftershocks. Her body trembled. “Ugh, ugh, ugh!”
She couldn’t expel the breathless gasps of pleasure, making it even harder. Jae-hee pushed his tongue away and bit her lip. As shivers ran through her body, she unconsciously clamped down on his lip. She tasted a hint of blood, must have bitten him. “Ugh... Ugh, ugh!” The searing weapon tore into her again and again. Kang-joo followed her as she turned her face away, kissing her relentlessly and thrusting deep inside her with nothing but his hips. He thrust relentlessly, ravaging her walls.
“Ugh, ugh! Ugh!” Her body trembled helplessly in his arms. Then, at some point, she dug her nails into his shoulder and shuddered silently. “Ugh!” A sharp cry escaped her lips. It felt like fireworks were exploding in front of her eyes. Something inside her exploded. Beyond orgasm, her body convulsed and went limp. Kang-joo pushed his tongue deep into her mouth and pressed down on her hips.
He wrapped his tongue around her trembling tongue and, parting her sticky, clinging flesh, released his semen. “Hoo...” He groaned as he thrashed against her walls. He plunged deep inside her like an animal. “Ahh...” Jae-hee clenched her lower abdomen. Her mind was racing with excitement and thrill. The suffocating pressure of his body on hers was accompanied by ecstasy. As his semen filled her, she felt as if her body was on fire.
His lips finally left hers. “Haah, haah... Ha...” Jae-hee breathed heavily, her face wet with tears. Her body, which had reached its peak several times, was too honest. She clung to him completely, her thighs twitching with the lingering aftershocks. Kang-joo slowly pulled out. Half of his penis was now outside of her. With the fullness that had once filled her now gone, Jae-hee felt as if she were empty. Without the burning heat that had ravaged her, she felt a strange emptiness. As the tip of his penis slipped out, it fell with a soft thud.
Holding his still semi-erect penis, Kang-joo kissed Jae-hee’s cheek. He traced her trembling lips, his eyes roaming over her sagging breasts, and he squeezed the last drops of semen from his urethra. Kang-joo’s gaze lowered. His expression changed slightly at that moment.
“...” Kang-joo looked down at his penis. A red stain marred the once pristine shaft. His gaze moved lower, towards her legs. The semen that was dripping from her vagina was mixed with bright red blood. A hint of confusion crossed his face. The red stain puzzled him.
“Jae-hee.” His calm voice called out to her. His still-hard penis throbbed with arousal, but his voice was gentle and polite. Jae-hee managed to open her eyes. Her vision was blurry. Kang-joo looked at her reddened eyes, then lowered his face to lick away the tears that were falling.
“Jae-hee, perhaps-”
“Yes...?” She replied in a hoarse voice, her words barely audible. Kang-joo paused mid-sentence and gently kissed her cheek. The man who had just ravaged her was nowhere to be found; only a gentle lover remained. A strange question arose, but Kang-joo ignored it. There was no way it could be. Jae-hee had been dating Min-cheol not so long ago. He rubbed his cheek against hers.
Her skin, still warm, was unbelievably soft. The sensation alone was enough to make him want to thrust into her again. Ignoring his urge, Kang-joo wrapped his arms around Jae-hee. He pulled her close, and then closer still. He held her tightly, filling every space. Yet, it wasn’t enough. The thirst that scratched at him wouldn’t be quenched. He held her limp body and pressed his penis between her soft thighs, replacing her vagina. He rubbed his penis against her wet thighs, trying to suppress his primal urge.
He had long desired it, suppressed it, wanted it, yet endured. Such a desire couldn’t be so easily quelled by this act. But unable to push the panting Jae-hee any further, he simply rubbed his erection against her lower body, moving his hips slowly. Precum oozed from the tip of his penis. “Ugh...” Jae-hee squirmed in his arms. The hot ember passing between her thighs felt foreign.
But she wasn’t displeased by the sensation, and so she remained still in his embrace. She let out a languid sigh. This time with him, this moment of him desiring her, felt like a dream. She couldn’t believe that he was her first. She felt like she could give him everything without regret. She gave him her first love, her first kiss, and now her first time. He had always been like the first snow to her, something pure and pristine that melted away at the touch.
Jae-hee let out a faint groan and shifted in place. She had just awoken from a light sleep, her eyes still closed as she murmured softly.
Her body felt as though it had been struck repeatedly with a blunt instrument. Perhaps that wasn’t far from the truth—after all, a blunt and formidable weapon had indeed been mercilessly driven into her.
Her body, however, didn’t feel sticky anymore. She recalled lying soaked in his release, but now her skin was dry and comfortable. He must have cleaned her up.
The soreness between her legs lingered, a reminder of how thoroughly she’d been taken the night before. Images of him surfaced in her mind—his broad, firm shoulders that had loomed over her, the solid muscles perfectly sculpted beneath them. His taut abs, and below them…
Her body flushed with heat. She squeezed her thighs together and took a deep breath to steady herself. Shaking her head as though to clear it, she nuzzled her cheek against the warmth that surrounded her. Even in her half-dreamlike state, memories of the night brought a flutter to her chest.
She thought back to how he’d looked as he loomed over her, his wide back flexing with every movement, the sinewy muscles rippling gracefully.
And then there was…him.
His masculinity.
It wasn’t something she’d ever seen before. Perfectly sculpted, yet shockingly large and intimidating. The sight of it should have frightened her, but it hadn’t. The sheer size of him, the veins that stood out along his length, the way the tip had dripped with glistening liquid—it had all been seared into her mind.
“Haah…”
A soft sigh escaped her lips at the memory. If this is what intimacy was like, how did anyone go about their daily lives? How could people resist something so intoxicatingly good?
Or was it just her? Was she uniquely weak to it, uncommonly…sensual?
It was then that a calm, low voice interrupted her thoughts.
“If you keep doing that, I’ll get hard again. And then you’ll be the one who suffers, Jae-hee.”
Her shoulders stiffened. She froze at the gentle teasing, and her half-asleep mind began dragging her back to reality.
“You’re already tired, aren’t you?”
The voice came again, soft and soothing.
It was only then that she fully grasped her situation.
Oh no…!
Jae-hee finally realized she was nestled against his chest. Not just lying beside him—she had been burrowing into his warmth while imagining him in those explicit ways.
Mortified, she felt her cheeks burn and quickly placed her palms against his chest, attempting to push him away. But his solid frame didn’t budge. Instead of pulling back, he wrapped one strong arm around her delicate body, gently pulling her closer as he adjusted the fallen blanket over her. His large hand stroked her back with a comforting rhythm, much like calming a frightened child.
“You’re tired. Just sleep a little more,” he murmured.
Then, a soft kiss landed on her forehead—a tender, fleeting gesture. And yet, it sent a deeper blush spreading across her face than her earlier memories had.
She felt the coolness of his hair brushing against her forehead as he leaned away. He must have just showered—his body carried the faint scent of body wash, clean and soothing.
Jae-hee averted her gaze, turning her head slightly to look out the window by the bed. The city outside was bathed in darkness, its skyline illuminated by countless lights. The roads stretched out like veins, adorned with streams of red and white from car headlights and taillights. Beyond them, the Han River flowed quietly, its surface shimmering with the glow of distant lights.
‘It’s beautiful,’ she thought.
It was her first time seeing a view like this. At night, all she had ever known was the pitch-black earth visible through the tiny basement window of her cramped room.
From above her, his low voice sounded again, carrying a quiet resonance.
“Seoul never sleeps. Its lights never go out, even at night. That’s why I like this spot.”
The lights inside the house had all been extinguished. However, the large window that covered the wall let in the cityscape, leaving the room not entirely dark. This was likely why Kang-joo had placed the bed in the living room instead of the bedroom.
The Executive Director who dislikes confined spaces. The Executive Director who dislikes darkness. The Executive Director who dislikes the rain.
Jae-hee closed her eyes, reflecting on the Kang-joo she knew. Her body, once tense, began to relax and sink back into a warm lethargy.
It felt both comforting and unfamiliar to be held in Kang-joo’s embrace. A few years ago, she had believed she knew him better than anyone else. She had thought herself capable of seeing every facet of his pain and suffering, as if she alone could truly understand him.
But now, the man before her seemed like someone entirely unknown.
The Kang-joo oppa she once knew no longer existed. All that remained was Executive Director Cha Kang-joo—a man who had ravaged her body with a raw, feral hunger, whose breaths came heavy and damp with excitement, whose wild, passionate gaze had been etched into her memory as he burned himself into her. The man who had skillfully handled her in her first experience.
While she had spent years pining for him, unable to meet anyone else, how many others had Kang-joo met? How many hearts had he melted with this very body, drawing them in so tightly they could never escape? She was certain she wasn’t the only one—surely, countless others had thrown themselves into his fire like moths drawn to a flame.
It was only natural. From head to toe, there wasn’t a single part of him that wasn’t utterly captivating. She already knew this. And yet…
She longed for him. The desire was so overwhelming that Jae-hee bit her lip to keep it at bay. He had never belonged to her to begin with, so yearning for him was futile. She knew full well that the moment she let her greed take over, she would be pushed away once more—cruelly and without hesitation.
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