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“Song Ha-young. I told you to be careful.”
Ha-young, who had been crying without paying attention to Ji-sung’s comforting words, staggered as she stood up.
Not only had they finished all the beer in the refrigerator, but the two of them were now sitting face to face, having emptied even the yakgwanmunju (a type of medicinal liquor) that Ha-young’s father had personally brewed.
Even though Ha-young’s illogical words were irritating as drunken ramblings, Ji-sung had been holding back everything he wanted to say, feeling sorry for Ha-young who was crying with eyes as red as a rabbit’s.
Ji-sung had been the one to calm Doo-young when he had thrown a fit, saying he would oppose his twenty-five-year-old sister’s marriage no matter what.
Just as Doo-young cherished Ha-young, Ji-sung also cared for her.
At the news of her marrying at such a young age, he had felt incredibly sorry for her, as if she were his own younger sister.
The desire to oppose the marriage alongside Doo-young had welled up to his throat, but he had swallowed his interference and wished for her happiness. He hadn’t tried to stop Doo-young from opposing the marriage until the end just to see her in this state.
He felt angry just watching Ha-young blame herself for not being attractive enough and start crying because that bastard had cheated on her.
Ji-sung felt like he wouldn’t be at ease until he saw Ha-young fall asleep, so he lightly picked up the staggering Ha-young in a bridal carry.
“Heuu, let go of me. I can walk…”
“You can walk? You don’t even realize your tongue is twisted right now.”
“Why is it any of your business, oppa….”
“Why isn’t it my business? I rushed over after working late, and this is what I get.”
How could so many tears flow from such a small person?
Watching the sobbing Song Ha-young, time seemed to be jumbled up, as if they had returned to their childhood.
The two of them had seemed somewhat distant since becoming adults. But standing before Song Ha-young, who was shedding tears like a child, it felt as if the wall between them had crumbled.
How could she say she’d rather die even after catching her fiancé cheating?
Just watching Ha-young tremble with misery had kept Ji-sung’s mood low all evening.
He couldn’t bring himself to leave the suffering Song Ha-young, worried that she might call her fiancé and make a mistake in her distress over the breakup.
“Let go of me… Why is even oppa treating me like a child….”
“Aren’t you a child?”
“I’m not…”
“You’re acting exactly like one.”
“I told you I’m not!”
“Ha-young-ah. Please just stay still.”
Ji-sung swallowed a fleeting smile at Ha-young, who was burrowing into his arms and struggling to be put down. But then, her face was a mess of tears, and his smile completely vanished, displeased.
All evening, he had been smiling at Song Ha-young’s face, then feeling disgusted. It was a strangely capricious night.
As soon as he entered Ha-young’s room, her fragrance, which suddenly filled his nostrils, somehow made the atmosphere thick.
Song Ha-young’s childish taste for character dolls was still the same, but entering felt like trespassing into a forbidden zone for men.
He had just laid the drunkenly struggling Ha-young on the bed and was about to turn around when she suddenly grabbed Ji-sung’s tie with all her might.
“Gasp!”
His neck constricted by the tie, Ji-sung lost his balance and fell directly onto Ha-young’s body.
Should I get angry or not?
What good would it do to lecture Song Ha-young, who was completely drunk from the pain of her breakup and wouldn’t even understand? But Ji-sung was also slowly reaching his limit with her increasingly inappropriate behavior.
“Heuu, tell me quickly…”
Suddenly, the two men and women were awkwardly piled on top of each other on the bed in a suggestive position. But Song Ha-young, not in her right mind, didn’t even seem to realize how inappropriate and dangerous this situation was.
Song Ha-young’s face, viewed from an excessively close distance, felt unfamiliar. Was she always this pretty?
The tears that thoroughly wet Ha-young’s pure white face were like dewdrops. For some reason, I couldn’t take my eyes off her reddened eyelids.
I’m going crazy.
Thinking about it again, it wasn’t just Song Ha-young who was drunk. Listening to her complaints and downing one drink after another, Ji-sung himself, intoxicated, was harboring strange thoughts about his friend’s seven-year-younger sister.
“Let go of this.”
Ji-sung barely straightened his tie, but his body wouldn’t move, leaving the tearful Song Ha-young in place.
“Oppa is a man too. Heueup, am I really, heuu, really that unattractive?”
“Am I a man to you? I’m Song Doo-young’s friend. You’re asking the wrong person.”
“I’m not a child anymore. I’m a woman.”
“Yeah, you’re a woman. I know.”
“So, touch me.”
Did I hear that correctly? Ji-sung’s bewildered eyes wavered.
“What did you say?”
What.
What should I do?
“I said, touch me.”
Haa….
Is she out of her mind?
Just as Ji-sung was about to get up from the bed, thinking that even if Song Ha-young had lost her mind due to the broken engagement, he had to stay sane, Ha-young’s hand suddenly grabbed his groin.
“Ha, shit.”
Unlike Ji-sung’s reason, which had frozen in bewilderment, his instincts began to swell with desire madly, as if they had been waiting for this moment.
How drunk could this little thing be? Shamelessly touching her own brother’s friend’s dick.
And her grip was so strong. Her small hand clutching his shaft didn’t budge.
Not only that, but Song Ha-young, holding his cock, marveled as she fondled his impressively erect member.
“Wow… Oppa, you try touching me quickly too.”
“Gasp, what, whew, what should I do? Are you kidding me right now? Let go of my hand right now!”
Watching his friend’s younger sister make exclamations while fondling his genitals, he was dumbfounded, yet the physically stimulating touch made his groin throb with imminent ejaculation.
His stiffly erect cock swelled in his suit pants, crumpled within. His erection was so intense, even he was embarrassed by it, and Ji-sung couldn’t easily get up.
“Ah, shit. Oppa, I told you to touch me quickly too?”
Ah, shit?
He couldn’t understand at all what she was saying.
“You, hand. Whew, I told you to let go quickly.”
“Why are you turned on, oppa, but you won’t touch me?”
Even Kwon Ji-sung, who was usually indifferent to everything in life, couldn’t help but blush at Song Ha-young’s sentence broadcasting his hard-on live.
“Do you, ha, think I’m some pervert? To touch each other?”
Because of the hand squeezing his shaft as if wringing it, he felt breathless as if he had been hit in a vital spot, and he didn’t have the strength to push her away.
Unable to bear watching any longer, Ha-young abruptly grabbed Ji-sung’s hand and pulled it to her chest. Even while thinking this wasn’t right, the soft, yielding feel of her breasts in his palm made his loins ache with imminent release.
“Heueut, I feel so incredibly good just from oppa’s touch…”
As if comforted by her brother’s friend touching her breasts, Ha-young suddenly stopped crying.
“Whew… Am I some kind of toy to you? Let go of my hand, quickly.”
Ji-sung tried to pull Ha-young’s hand away, but the more he tried, the tighter her grip on his cock became, as if she couldn’t let go.
“Oppa, you don’t dislike it either when you get hard, do you?”
“What does that have to do with anything? Any man gets hard when touched.”
No sooner had Ji-sung’s words fallen than Ha-young’s eyes filled with tears again.
“Heueu, so am I not good enough as a woman?”
Woman.
He had never thought of his friend’s younger sister as a woman.
The first time Ji-sung saw Song Ha-young, he was eight years old, and she was a newborn baby, so in his mind, Song Ha-young had always been a wriggling, precious little baby.
He wondered if she would break if he touched her, or shatter if he dropped her. Just looking at her filled his heart, like a newborn kitten, a miracle of life itself.
Even in the eyes of elementary school student Kwon Ji-sung, who was only the size of a puppy, Song Ha-young had been a fluffy little chick. And now, this grown-up was holding his dick and asking questions she shouldn’t.
But thinking about it while his best friend’s sister held his balls, Song Ha-young was, of course, pretty and cute enough for any guy to turn his head at least once.
He suddenly remembered the high school days when Song Doo-young, a national youth judo athlete, was so scary that no guys dared to approach her. Ji-sung, too, seemed to have sided with his irreplaceable friend Doo-young and, out of some sense of chivalry, had been hell-bent on guarding his sister from any interested guys.
Thanks to that, Song Ha-young’s school days were practically a male-free zone. Back then, watching Doo-young get angry at male students who looked at innocent Ha-young with lust, Ji-sung had also felt a sense of righteous indignation.
Ji-sung stopped trying to pull Ha-young’s hand away and unknowingly wiped the tears flowing from her eyes with his hand. Her trembling eyelids at his touch looked incredibly beautiful.
Shit. The blood that should have gone to his head was all rushing to his dick, and he was losing it. He knew he shouldn’t do this, but the soft skin of Song Ha-young touching his fingertips made his lower body throb.
“I’m not a block of wood.”
“Yeah. I know you’re not a block of wood.”
“Tell me quickly, heueu, so what do you think of me?”
Ha-young, who had been sobbing, looked up with sparkling eyes, like someone waiting for a grand answer.
Her appearance was both innocent and seductive, and Ji-sung unknowingly bit his lip.
“Are you waiting for my answer?”
Ji-sung’s Adam’s apple moved deeply. Instinct had already begun to take over the place where reason had disappeared.
“Yeah.”
“Don’t do something you’ll regret.”
Ha-young tilted her head, seemingly unaware of the lust underlying his words. Her hand holding his dick was incredibly bold, but her expression was so innocent that it confused him.
“Why would I regret it?”
“Because having your hand on my dick keeps making me have strange thoughts.”
“I won’t… regret it.”
Ha-young answered boldly, tears streaming down her sorrowful face.
“Are you really curious?”
“Yeah.”
Watching Ha-young wait for his answer with an innocent face and a not-so-innocent hand, his mind went crazy. Lust surged through his body, his judgment clouded.
“Well. I can’t really tell like this.”
As if possessed, Ji-sung gently grazed Ha-young’s lips with his own. The electrifying sensation spreading from their lips snapped the thread of reason he had been barely holding onto. Even though he knew he shouldn’t do this to his friend’s younger sister who was drunk with the pain of heartbreak, he was swept away by desire and thrust his tongue into her mouth.
He slowly squeezed her breasts, which were full in his grasp. The soft sensation made his head spin.
“Heueung, euheum.”
And then, Ji-sung shuddered at Ha-young’s unexpected, lewd moan. With a desperate hand, he loosened his tie and grabbed her hand, which was still holding his dick, intertwining their fingers.
As they kissed, the strength in Ha-young’s hand holding his cock slowly relaxed. Ha-young’s small hand, fitting perfectly into Ji-sung’s large one, was as cute as ever. But the wanton mucous membrane clinging to his tongue was shockingly licentious.
Ji-sung pressed his fiercely swollen cock against Ha-young’s vulva through her pajama pants. As he rubbed their touching skin up and down like a rutting beast, she didn’t seem surprised at all and naturally wrapped her legs around his hips.
“Shit, I’m going crazy.”
“Euheung?”
Looking down at Ha-young, who was startled by his muttered curse, Ji-sung added an explanation as if to clarify.
“You make me incredibly horny.”
“Really?”
Was that such a good thing?
Watching Song Ha-young, who had been dumped by her fiancé, find reassurance by confirming her attractiveness with her brother’s friend, Ji-sung was filled with a strange feeling.
“Can’t you tell by how hard I am?”
“Heueut, I like it too, because oppa is touching me.”
When did Song Ha-young, who used to be like a little chick, grow up to be so honest?
It felt like just yesterday that the prim high school girl in her uniform had turned away coyly. While Ji-sung had been busy with his prosecutor life, Ha-young had been dating and was about to get married.
While Ji-sung had been single-mindedly pursuing success, had Ha-young always been secretly rolling around with guys like this behind his back?
Feeling an inexplicable unease, Ji-sung was still captivated by Ha-young’s honest and seductive appearance, and he abruptly slipped his hand into her pajamas.
And then, Ji-sung stopped breathing at the soft, full feel of Ha-young’s breasts.
“You weren’t even wearing a bra?”
Was she trying to kill a man?
Recalling Ha-young sitting with him in her pajamas without a bra while they drank together late into the night made his head spin.
“My pajamas are thick, so you can’t tell, heueut. Oppa didn’t even know, did he?”
Ha-young giggled and whispered as if it were a great secret, then quickly moaned, already wet from his touch.
Ji-sung couldn’t hold back any longer and quickly stripped off Ha-young’s pink microfiber pajama top. Her fair skin and her breasts, so full they overflowed his hands, were unrealistically beautiful, and he was momentarily lost in admiration.
Then, Ha-young, as if she had never cried, blushed and began to unbutton Ji-sung’s dress shirt one by one.
It was Ji-sung who was rather flustered by the bold actions of a girl seven years his junior.
“Do you always act like this in front of guys?”
He wasn’t even Song Ha-young’s real older brother. He liked her forwardness, but at the same time, he was displeased.
Was this how a father felt when his daughter, who had just entered elementary school, proudly announced she had a boyfriend?
He couldn’t quite wrap his head around the unexpected turn of events on Song Ha-young’s bed, the one he had thought was pure and introverted.
“What did I do?”
“Drinking with a guy without a bra. Shamelessly grabbing a guy’s dick. Begging to be touched even though you don’t mean it.”
Swept up in a strange emotion he couldn’t define, Ji-sung unknowingly interrogated her sharply.
“Heueu, why, why are you angry at me? Who are you to me?”
Tears began to well up again in Song Ha-young’s large eyes.
“I know, right? What am I?”
“I don’t know. Please don’t get angry…”
At Ha-young’s expression, which looked like she was about to burst into tears again, his heart suddenly sank, and he patted her gently with an uncharacteristically tender voice.
“I’m not angry. Oppa is just curious.”
“Do you think I’m stupid? That’s being angry…, heueup.”
As Song Ha-young’s drunken ramblings were about to start again, Ji-sung immediately silenced her lips with his own.
He shouldn’t have held a woman who had lost her self-esteem due to her fiancé’s betrayal, but ethical consciousness had already vanished from Ji-sung’s mind.
The moment he swallowed her petite lips, a tidal wave of carnal desire surged from the depths of his heart. He couldn’t control the surging lust.
With their mucous membranes pressed together, he threw his cumbersome dress shirt to the floor. Their tongues intertwined and melded thickly. Even as their tongues explored each other’s mouths, Ha-young’s skillful and eager licking made his head spin.
Ha-young’s full breasts were pressed against Ji-sung’s firm pectoral muscles. Unable to resist the soft sensation, Ji-sung buried his face between Ha-young’s cleavage.
“Whew. You, Song Ha-young. When did your breasts get so big?”
Even after she became a working adult, he had mostly seen her at home, comfortable in her large microfiber pajamas. When they exchanged greetings at home with her bare face without makeup, he still felt that Ha-young was just his friend’s much younger sister.
He had simply thought her excessively small and thin figure, unlike her own older brother, was cute, but seeing her stripped bare, he realized she had such a voluptuous body.
“Heut, oppa, it tickles. Heueut.”
“It tickles?”
“Yeah. Suck it.”
As if he had been waiting, Ji-sung bit down on her nipple. The firm bud rolling around in his mouth stimulated the tip of his tongue.
Ji-sung chewed on Ha-young’s nipple while his other hand fondled her other breast. The breast, so large it overflowed his hand, softened sensually in his palm.
Slurp, tsk.
The fleshy feel of her full breasts, filling his mouth, was crushed. Ji-sung couldn’t take his eyes off Ha-young’s breasts for even a moment, and he exhaled hot breath.
The more he sucked, the harder the bumpy nipple became, so breathtakingly beautiful that he unknowingly showered it with kisses. The more he stimulated her, the more seductive moans poured from Ha-young’s lips.
“Heueu, euheung.”
For the prim and innocent Song Ha-young to be making such sounds under a man. The more he thought about this unexpected side of her, the more Ji-sung became engrossed.
As he playfully shook her breasts with his hands, the luscious orbs jiggled.
Should I rub my cock between them?
Is it okay to do such a dirty thing to someone so young?
He was dying to know how Ha-young’s cute expression would change if he covered her fair skin with his cum.
Ha, shit. He had stripped his friend’s sister bare, and his head was spinning with all sorts of perverted fantasies. If Song Doo-young found out, he would flip out and try to kill him.
With a vacant look in his eyes, Ji-sung rubbed his cheek against Ha-young’s breast and abruptly slipped his hand into her pajama pants.
“Heueut.”
Seeing her shrink back even while being so forward all along made him feel anxious yet relieved at the same time.
“Spread your legs.”
“I’m embarrassed…”
“Your breasts are okay, but your vagina is embarrassing?”
“Huh?”
Seeing Ha-young flinch at the vulgar word made him want to tease her even more.
“Spread your legs. You said you wanted me to touch you.”
Ji-sung pulled down Ha-young’s pants and panties to her thighs in one swift motion. As Ha-young trembled, startled, and tried to cover her lower body with the blanket, Ji-sung quickly snatched the blanket and threw it to the floor before spreading her thighs apart.
“Why are you being so shy…”
“Why am I being shy? Because I want to eat you. When you were fondling my cock, you weren’t shy at all. Is it selective shyness?”
Before Ha-young could even understand what he was saying, Ji-sung buried his face in her vulva.
He pressed his nose into her thick black pubic hair and inhaled deeply. Intoxicated by the sweet scent of a woman, blood rushed through his body.
As his tongue, a concentrated mass of crimson desire, slowly traced the parted lips, Ha-young’s groin twitched.
Ji-sung showered her delicate skin with hurried kisses and enclosed her clit in his lips.
“Ah, heueut, euheung.”
How could human skin be so soft? And that seductive voice seeping into his eardrums?
“O, oppa, why are you doing that…? Don’t. It feels strange.”
He hadn’t asked for an answer, but looking at her silent expression, a pointless sense of competition arose within him on the bed.
“Ha, euheung, that, heut, feels strange…”
Ji-sung pressed down on Ha-young’s struggling thighs with his hands and greedily explored her vagina.
“Don’t move. Why is it so tight? Relax a little.”
He wanted to pierce Ha-young’s inner flesh with his fiercely swollen cock right away, but the narrow opening that wouldn’t even open with his fingers felt like something he shouldn’t do.
Was it okay to do this to Song Ha-young?
While he was showering kisses with his lips buried in her already exposed vagina. Even though someone would grab his collar and tell him not to, he had no intention of stopping. Ridiculously, he was worried about Song Ha-young’s vaginal orgasm.
Ji-sung endured his lust and forced his tongue into her vaginal opening. As he pressed down on her delicate skin, which felt like it would tear even with his fingers, her tight hole grudgingly made space.
The sweet sensation tightening his taste buds made him gasp for breath. Ji-sung gently sucked her clit and traced the crevice with the tip of his tongue.
Her thickly melted flesh began to pant. In that tightly sealed opening, a flood of vaginal fluid gushed out momentarily.
Ji-sung instinctively swallowed the fluid she released. The more he drank, the more his parched lips glistened with Ha-young’s secretions. Even as her labia quickly became wet again, he gently caressed her center with his long middle finger, his heart pounding.
“Haaht, aaeung.”
“Whew…”
“Because oppa is touching me, heueu, it feels so good.”
“I’m going crazy too, Ha-young-ah.”
Ji-sung slowly moved his middle finger, gauging the walls of Ha-young’s vagina. The labial flesh clinging to his finger parted and closed like a fish’s mouth.
“Oppa, heueu, oppa, take off your clothes too.”
She said it felt good, then she said she was scared, and now she was telling him to take off his clothes.
Ji-sung was mesmerized by Song Ha-young’s unreserved honesty.
Ji-sung stared at Ha-young’s naked body and opened his zipper. As he threw off his briefs, his cock, which had been uncomfortably crumpled for an hour, sprang up tautly above his navel.
His cock, easily the size of Ha-young’s forearm, swayed menacingly in front of her face.
“No way. O, oppa, just a moment. Is that, going to fit?”
Why did she keep exclaiming in surprise?
“I’ll make it fit no matter what. It’s not something you need to worry about.”
“No, I should worry. It’s too big…”
Even though she said it was too big and scary, he was taken aback by her curiously touching his cock with her fingertips as if observing it. When a drop of pre-cum oozed from his wet glans at her touch, Ha-young swallowed hard.
Even though she had been touching it all along, Ha-young’s face turned pale as if she was surprised to see it directly.
Her flushed cheeks were pretty. He felt like putting his dick in her mouth. The fleeting images of Ha-young’s childhood passed through his mind, erasing his guilt as he rubbed his cock against her vulva.
“Haa, why is it so hot?”
“Oppa, heueut, it feels so good. Put it in quickly.”
Ha-young reached out towards Ji-sung’s lower body with a dazed expression. As he gently pressed the tip against her vaginal opening, the thought that he shouldn’t just insert it like this stopped him.
“Shit.”
“Why do you keep cursing….”
“Just wait a moment.”
He had been just going along with Song Ha-young’s drunken behavior, and he kept overlooking the fact that Ji-sung was also drunk. It was only right before penetration that he realized he didn’t have a condom on him.
“Oppa, where are you going? Don’t go.”
Ha-young, who had no idea of Ji-sung’s situation, whined with her legs spread. Ji-sung frowned and retorted sharply.
“Spread your legs and wait quietly.”
Ji-sung turned his reluctant steps. He wanted to just insert it without a condom, but he couldn’t bring himself to do that to the young Song Ha-young.
“Are you really going?”
Looking at Ha-young, whose eyes had widened like a rabbit’s, Ji-sung muttered under his breath.
“Stay still. If you close your legs, you’ll be in trouble.”
The flustered Ha-young blinked her large eyes. She tried to pull her legs together, but startled by Ji-sung’s words, she quickly spread her groin, which was so cute that he almost laughed.
“Oppa, are you really going to leave?”
Without answering, Ji-sung strode out of Ha-young’s room. He crossed the living room and entered Song Doo-young’s room on the other side.
Even though it was an empty room, Ji-sung unhesitatingly rummaged through Doo-young’s desk drawers. He remembered coming to his house once and seeing Doo-young keeping condoms he had bought online like treasures in his desk drawer.
Ji-sung opened an unopened delivery box and took out a handful of his friend’s condoms. It felt a bit wrong to borrow his friend’s condoms without his permission and use them with his friend’s sister, but he didn’t have the patience to go to a convenience store with this excitement.
Honestly, going to the convenience store wasn’t difficult, but he couldn’t waste time, worried that Ha-young might sober up while he was gone and regret sleeping with her brother’s friend and pretend it never happened.
Returning to the room with the condoms, Ha-young looked at Ji-sung with an even more astonished expression.
“Where did you get that?”
“It’s none of your business.”
“You carry things like that around? So many?”
“You were spouting all sorts of nonsense because you were so drunk, but you seem to be in your right mind now?”
Ji-sung climbed on top of Ha-young, who was trying to sit up, and kissed her lips.
It seemed better to say he had condoms on hand than to reveal that he was borrowing his own brother’s condoms.
No matter how drunk she was, he couldn’t just do whatever he wanted to her body without protection.
“Weren’t you coming from working late?”
“Why do you have so many questions?”
“No, it’s just strange…”
“Shhh. Spread your legs.”
Ji-sung hurriedly tore open the condom wrapper and covered his throbbing cock with the transparent film.
It felt uncomfortable to penetrate Ha-young’s lower body with a super-thin condom with prominent ridges, but this wasn’t the time to worry about such things.
He forcefully pressed down on the struggling Ha-young and rubbed his cock against her moist opening. The moment their genitals touched, Ha-young threw her head back and kept waving her hands.
“Heueu, it feels, strange…”
Ji-sung gently rubbed the tip against her vulva. As he slowly applied pressure with his already wet shaft, Ha-young soon grabbed Ji-sung’s shoulders and dug her fingernails in.
“Haaht, euheung.”
Reluctant to waste even a gasp, he deeply kissed her lips. His heart tightened at the sight of her pale face flushed red as she squirmed beneath him.
Why was she so white and beautiful?
He couldn’t take his eyes off the woman who seemed to know everything despite looking like she knew nothing.
Her opening, unable to even properly receive the tip, gushed with fluids and fluttered. The tantalizing pleasure made his head spin.
“Haa, why is it so tight?”
“Heueut, o, oppa, it’s too heueup!”
As he thrust shallowly at her waist, Ha-young let out a moan close to a scream and tears streamed down her face.
“Ah! It hurts! It hurts, heueup!”
“Whew, it hurts?”
“A, it hurts, heut, it hurts, oppa.”
“It hasn’t even gone in yet, what hurts?”
“Just, it hurts.”
Even while watching Ha-young’s tearful face saying it hurt, shit, he couldn’t control his lust at all.
“It’s okay. Whew, it’s okay.”
Repeating only that it was okay, he rubbed the tip against her hotly throbbing vulva. He was saying it was okay, but it was he who was not okay.
As if a dam had burst, fluids flowed profusely from below, creating a spectacle.
A guy who had only done sports belatedly started studying and became a prosecutor in South Korea. To make up for his relatively disadvantaged conditions compared to competitors—an ordinary family and ordinary intelligence—he had to put in extraordinary effort. Having only done judo, trying to study, which he hadn’t done before, meant sitting at his desk for several times longer than others.
The position he had reached like that. Whether in looks or in his resume. Countless women had hovered around Ji-sung, but he was a workaholic who didn’t really find enjoyment outside of work.
For Ji-sung, there was no such thing as a life without overtime, and having poured all his energy into his work, he had no time to seriously meet women.
Many women were attracted to him, but none captured his heart. At the center of Kwon Ji-sung’s life was always ‘success,’ and women were nothing more or less than a fleeting amusement.
But with his clandestine act with Song Ha-young, he felt as if his long-held attitude towards women was shaken in an instant.
He wasn’t some lowlife.
Only the persistent goal of somehow having her before Song Ha-young regained her senses shook him.
He was just anxious that Song Ha-young might say she wanted to leave.
Ever since the drunk her had grabbed his cock, Ji-sung’s head seemed to be working strangely.
This small girl was so beautiful she took his breath away.
“Heueut, euheung, ah!”
“Suck my tongue. Hold my back tight.”
Ji-sung soothed Ha-young, who was groaning in pleasure, patting her as he rubbed his shaft against her opening, but the narrow hole didn’t yield even a little.
Ha-young, crying with overwhelming breaths, was so endearingly cute that it took his breath away.
But with it being this tight. Did he need to warm her up more? He felt like his head was about to explode, but was Ha-young still not excited enough?
“Oppa, heueut, it feels good, but…”
“It feels good, but?”
“Let’s stop here.”
“What?”
Was she playing with him, leading him on and then pulling back?
He hadn’t even entered her, just rubbing his cock against Ha-young’s clit, yet her vaginal walls were already fluttering incessantly.
“Oppa, heut, it’s too, haa, too good.”
“Good, isn’t it?”
At the peak of pleasure, where her contractions and relaxations were happening involuntarily, Ji-sung was dumbfounded and frowned.
“But, stop.”
He felt like a human dildo.
Ji-sung hadn’t even felt Ha-young’s inner flesh, yet she was already panting, exhausted from multiple orgasms.
He felt unfairly deprived, but seeing Ha-young honestly say it felt good made her look pretty again, and Ji-sung just kept rubbing his cock against her vulva without even trying to enter.
“Haa, Ha-young-ah. Let me put it in just a little. Spread your legs wider.”
“Oppa, heueut, I’m sleepy. I don’t want to anymore.”
“What are you saying right now?”
“Haaht, I’m, tired. And it hurts too.”
Ha-young’s black eyelashes, her eyes closed, were moist. Ji-sung rubbed his lips against her eyes while poking her clit with his cock. Even her moaning voice with her eyes closed was so incredibly beautiful that he couldn’t take his eyes off her for a moment.
“Heut, euheung.”
She seemed almost asleep.
Should he put it in or not?
Even if a woman had lured a man to bed first, forcibly inserting himself into a woman who had fallen asleep drunk was legally problematic…
Ha, shit.
The strong professional ethics of a legal professional, which manifested at the worst possible time, made Ji-sung hesitate to insert himself.
The more he pressed, the more the abundant fluids foamed. Ha-young’s bright red, swollen genitals were addictively electrifying.
If it felt this blissful just from rubbing on the outside without penetration, he couldn’t even imagine how electrifying it would be inside.
Ji-sung spread Ha-young’s center with his hand. His fingers barely fit, but his cock wouldn’t even think about going in. He could force it in, but he couldn’t bring himself to roughly thrust his cock into the drunk her, who would make a fuss and cry even with the slightest pressure on the tip.
Ji-sung watched Ha-young’s expression and gently rubbed the entrance. Ha-young, convulsing as if she was about to faint, stretched out her limbs and pleaded.
“Heueut, I, I feel like I’m going to die. Let’s stop now.”
Why would you die? I’m the one who can’t get in, I’ll die.
“Heueung. I’m tired now…”
Even seeing her heave her chest, saying she wanted to stop, his only thought was to fuck her.
Stop? Who did she think he was, a vibrator?
“Get up. Huh?”
“Haaht, euheung!”
To make matters worse, Ha-young spread her legs wide and moved her hips like an animal.
Could a woman reach such a state without penetration?
He could make her feel even better if she just let him in, but Ha-young closed her eyes, saying this was enough.
Feeling a slight sense of self-loathing, Ji-sung was speechless.
“Oppa, haaht, please. Heueu, ple, please stop…”
Seeing Ha-young, lost in orgasm with tears streaming down her face, made him feel a little sorry for her. A sense of guilt slightly pricked his conscience, thinking he had pushed a drunk woman too hard, even though she had initiated it.
“Do you want to rest for a bit?”
“Yeah. Please…”
Ji-sung tried to suppress his disappointment and pressed the head of his cock against Ha-young’s urethra.
“Gasp.”
He embraced the shuddering Ha-young tightly and kissed her lips.
He pressed his stiff cock, about to burst from not being able to come, against Ha-young’s crevice. He wanted to thrust into her whether she resisted or not, but he couldn’t push the crying Ha-young any further, so he just quietly savored her pleasure as she squirmed.
“Let’s just stay like this.”
“Oppa, you did it once, so it’s okay now… right?”
“Did what once? I haven’t even put it in.”
“I’m sleepy…”
Feeling tired at the peak of her climax, Ha-young blinked her heavy eyelids. Ji-sung, trying to suppress the pleasure he hadn’t even properly begun to experience, asked.
“When did your parents say they were coming back?”
“Monday dawn.”
There were still two days left.
He couldn’t cruelly indulge his lust with a girl who said she wanted to sleep, even though they had plenty of time.
He should let her sleep soundly first, and then maybe feed her something when she woke up and start again.
Song Ha-young. He wouldn’t go easy on her then, even if she said it was hard. So she should get some good sleep.
Only after finishing his calculations in his head did Ji-sung tie the condom and throw it in the trash can.
“Then come here and hug me.”
Ji-sung pulled Ha-young into his wide embrace. Her body, naturally snuggling into his arms and using his arm as a pillow, was petite.
His pounding heart and the cock that was again stirring at his navel were hard to endure, but just holding her cute form made him feel quite good.
Ji-sung inhaled Ha-young’s scent deeply and stroked her body. Ha-young, who had quickly fallen asleep, smiled.
He felt like trash for having rolled around naked with her, who must have been mentally exhausted from her broken engagement today, but since Song Ha-young had grabbed his cock first, he didn’t plan to feel any guilt.
*** Yoon Yi-ah
Bright sunlight poured onto the bedding.
Ha-young smacked her lips, intoxicated by the cozy sensation. As her mind gradually cleared, a smile unknowingly spread across her lips.
Why did her body feel so light?
She felt incredibly blissful, unbelievable for someone who had been dumped the previous evening.
Chilly.
The ticklish feeling on her lips made Ha-young stretch languidly and open her eyes. She met the eyes of Ji-sung, who was lying in front of her, looking at her.
Before the puzzle pieces of the previous night could even fit together, her heart dropped with a thud.
“Ji-sung, oppa…?”
A bride-to-be, a month away from her wedding, was naked in her older brother’s friend’s arms.
And then, the memory of being cruelly dumped by her fiancé Choi Jae-hyung yesterday slowly surfaced.
When she was unilaterally dumped by her fiancé, she thought it was the end of everything, but she was mistaken. Ha-young, barely opening her eyes with a hangover, covered her bursting scream with her hand at the sight of herself naked in her older brother’s friend’s arms.
I’m crazy, I’m crazy.
Song Ha-young, you crazy bitch. What the hell happened!
Why was her brother’s friend, the seven-year-older prosecutor Kwon Ji-sung, lying next to her in her bed?
Looking at Kwon Ji-sung’s face up close made her realize just how breathtakingly handsome he was. And his naked body? She already knew his tall, model-like physique, but gazing at the perfect creation as if sculpted by a god from such close proximity made Ha-young swallow hard.
No. What are you thinking right now?
Get a grip.
Ha-young recalled that she had been dumped by her fiancé yesterday, and her prosecutor brother’s friend had come to her house as a legal professional to offer legal advice.
She should have just gotten a lawyer referral and ended it there, but one drink led to another. Still, remembering how she had acted like a mess, asking her brother’s friend to touch her, made her whole body flush with heat.
What on earth had she done?
She would rather have her memory cut off. The embarrassing words she had spilled out last night came back to her one by one, making her neck hot.
As if proving that Choi Jae-hyung’s words blaming Ha-young for the breakup were lies, as if confirming that she was by no means frigid, she had used Ji-sung as a test subject, doing things she never did. And to think she had tried to rebuild her shattered self-esteem with her own brother’s friend.
Even with her mind reeling from the shock. There were things a person could do and things they couldn’t.
Ah, she just wanted to die like this.
“Shall we do it now?”
Unlike Ha-young, who was struggling with the flood of reality, Ji-sung’s desires seemed clear.
“Do, do what?”
While she was racking her brain for a way out of this embarrassing situation, Ji-sung reached between Ha-young’s legs and chuckled softly.
“What do you think?”
As his fingers parted her crevice, a gush of vaginal fluid poured out as if it had been waiting.
“Heueut!”
Her contracting lower body, embarrassed, made her twist her body, but Ha-young, her waist held firmly by Ji-sung’s strong grip, couldn’t move at all. Intoxicated by the unfamiliar sensation, her limbs stiffened.
“You said we’d rest for a bit, but you slept for so long.”
Ji-sung pressed down on Ha-young’s vagina with his fingers. Ha-young bit her lip and pushed against Ji-sung’s shoulder.
Even though her mind told her no, her legs grew wet with just one touch of his hand. At the perplexing sensation she was experiencing for the first time, Ha-young barely swallowed a moan.
“No, oppa. Why, why are you doing this…?”
“Why am I doing this? Because you’re attractive.”
He spoke as if mocking the previous night when she had drunkenly grabbed Ji-sung’s cock and acted disgracefully. To Ha-young, who had asked if she was attractive, he had sarcastically replied that even her drunken behavior was attractive…
Ha-young pushed Ji-sung back again in shame, but no matter how much she struggled, she couldn’t move at all. Ha-young’s struggles were nothing more than a tickle to Ji-sung, who used to be an athlete.
Ji-sung reached over to the bedside table and picked up a condom. He settled himself on top of Ha-young, their bodies overlapping, and put the condom on his magnificent erection that was bobbing in front of her navel.
“Just a moment.”
Ha-young, pinned beneath Ji-sung, blinked her frightened eyes. It was clear that if she didn’t resist and just stayed still, she would be helplessly fucked by Ji-sung.
“What ‘just a moment’? I can’t wait any longer.”
“Yesterday I was drunk…”
“Yeah. Yesterday you were drunk, and you were the only one who had fun.”
“Euheung?”
Ji-sung gently pressed the tip of his cock against Ha-young’s vagina and pressed his lips to hers. The crude tongue piercing through her teeth was both embarrassing and electrifying, confusing her.
She tried desperately to escape, but overwhelmed by Ji-sung’s weight, she couldn’t move.
The lewdly intertwined tongues felt strange. Just the touch of their lips made something surge from her lower abdomen.
“Ugh! Get away from me!”
But now was the time to come to her senses. She had acted out while out of her mind from the shock of the broken engagement, but last night was clearly a mistake.
Her confidence had crumbled at the harsh words her fiancé had thrown at her before their breakup, and like a fool, she had tried to confirm her worth as a woman in front of Ji-sung.
‘I don’t really want to do it with you…’
Ha-young had been left in tatters by the bomb her fiancé had dropped.
‘Do you know what they call a woman like you?’
‘What do they call me?’
‘A block of wood.’
Seeing Choi Jae-hyung shamelessly act as if it was Ha-young’s fault even after being caught two-timing, she had lost her mind.
‘I didn’t know either, but when a woman is proactive, it turns me on.’
She had lost her mind at her fiancé’s curse-like words on the bed, saying she was like a block of wood and unattractive. She must have been drunk and grabbed the man in front of her to try and confirm her attractiveness as a woman.
She must have wanted to prove that Ha-young could also be proactive. Why it had to be her brother’s friend Kwon Ji-sung was beyond her understanding.
‘Ji-sung oppa, touch me.’
But the thrill Ji-sung had given her yesterday felt like the world was shaking.
The electrifying sensation she had never felt before in her life made her body feel light as if it had been reborn.
The more she replayed the memories of last night returning one by one, the less she could bring herself to look Ji-sung straight in the face.
Haa. Even if she was drunk, this was too much.
Her eyes had rolled back at her fiancé’s harsh words, ‘a block of wood,’ and she had ended up acting disgracefully towards Ji-sung of all people.
She really wanted to hide in a mouse hole. Spending the night with Kwon Ji-sung to prove that she wasn’t like that was something she had never expected. What on earth had she done with her brother’s friend, who was seven years older and intimidating, even scary?
Just because Ji-sung was frustrated by their unfinished business didn’t mean she could continue the mistake in her right mind.
“Why are you acting like you hate me?”
“Of course I hate it…”
“Of course?”
Ji-sung stopped moving, perhaps taken aback by Ha-young’s cold demeanor.
Before Ji-sung could come to his senses again, Ha-young quickly got out of bed and clumsily picked up her underwear scattered on the floor and put it on.
Even as she put on her clothes, her lower body, against her will, continued to flutter and release fluids.
“Song Ha-young.”
“Just go, oppa. I was drunk yesterday, so I don’t remember much.”
Ji-sung let out a hollow laugh at her obvious lie about not remembering.
“Did I do something I shouldn’t have to a woman who doesn’t remember?”
“…Yeah.”
“Listening to you, it makes me feel like I’m trash?”
“No. I’m the trash.”
“So trash did trashy things with trash?”
“Yeah.”
“Haa…”
Still, he was the bigger piece of trash. It was Song Ha-young who had grabbed her brother’s friend and acted disgracefully, asking him to touch her. Even if Song Ha-young took all the blame for being trash, he had no choice but to keep his mouth shut.
She remembered everything that had happened yesterday, but she was too embarrassed to speak honestly. She was so embarrassed that she couldn’t even properly understand what they were talking about. She just wanted to run away as soon as possible.
“Don’t tell Song Doo-young what happened yesterday.”
“Huh. What kind of guy do you take me for….”
Before Ji-sung could finish his sentence, Ha-young grabbed her pajamas and fled the room as if running away.
“I’m going crazy.”
Ha-young rubbed her face roughly with her hands and headed to the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator and gulped down cold water.
No matter how shocking it was, to have a one-night stand with her brother’s friend before even officially announcing the broken engagement to the adults.
No, it wasn’t sex since there was no penetration. Was it? But that didn’t make her any less of a piece of trash.
Oh, God.
Ha-young wiped her lips with the back of her hand and closed the refrigerator door. As she put the cup down in the sink and turned around, Ji-sung had already appeared and suddenly pulled her waist tightly.
“Oppa? Heueup!”
And before words, Ji-sung overlapped his lips with Ha-young’s.
Her heart dropped with a thud. Captured by Ji-sung’s overwhelming kiss, Ha-young unknowingly let out a hot breath.
She savored the tongue that slid smoothly between her teeth. Their lips touched, but her legs twitched as if a spark had ignited between them.
“O, oppa… Why are you doing this?”
Ha-young asked, blinking her trembling eyelids. Ji-sung whispered ticklishly, their lips still pressed together.
“Yesterday you were drunk. I wanted to see how it is today.”
“Ah…”
“How is it? Am I not attractive as a man?”
This sounded very familiar.
Ah, he was repeating exactly what she had said yesterday when she was drunk.
She had to push him away. She had to refuse…
He was attractive. His overflowing charm made her heart pound as if it would burst. Despite being dumped, she had forgotten all about her situation, and she was flustered by how attractive he was, enough to make her heart race.
A kiss in her right mind was even hotter than last night.
Ha-young slowly closed her eyes. She wrapped her arms around Ji-sung’s neck and tiptoed to match his height, who was well over 190cm. He lightly lifted her, pushed her against the wall, tilted his head, and deeply filled her mouth with his tongue.
She shouldn’t. Less than 24 hours after being dumped, doing this with another man was something only trash would do…
Should she just be trash…?
She shuddered at the electrifying, melting kiss. She clung to Ji-sung, hugging him even tighter…
Apartment. Wedding hall. Wedding invitations.
In her alcohol-evaporated mind, the miserable and complicated procedures left for a woman whose engagement had been broken off came to mind one by one.
More painful than the sorrow of parting were the practical problems that needed to be resolved immediately.
“Oppa, just a moment.”
Ha-young, whose complexion had suddenly turned pale, avoided Ji-sung’s gaze and turned away. Perhaps sensing her darkened mood, Ji-sung frowned and obediently parted his lips from hers.
Putting her feet on the floor, Ha-young calmed her flushed excitement and murmured in a small voice.
“I’m going to wash up. Let’s wash up and talk.”
“…Will you?”
“Yeah.”
It was her fiancé, that bastard, who had cheated. But for some reason, Ha-young was filled with a strange sense of guilt for her one-night mistake.
It was true that she had acted disgracefully towards her brother’s friend without any real feelings.
She couldn’t just blame her unfaithful fiancé. To do something like this with her brother’s friend without any fear. Even though she had been greatly shocked, it was an unbelievable situation.
Leaving Ji-sung, who had disappeared into the bathroom, behind, Ha-young roughly washed her face and fled the house as if running away.
Every time the fact that she had been dumped came to mind and blood seemed to flow backward in her heart, she remembered the sensation of her lower body pressed against Ji-sung’s, and her legs twitched.
A strange sensation swept over Ha-young after the breakup.
***
Yes, last night was clearly a mistake.
It was true that Song Ha-young had first clung to him and asked him to touch her, but Ji-sung, unable to control his lust while drunk, was equally to blame.
Adult men and women could make mistakes under the influence of alcohol. But since the other person was Song Doo-young’s younger sister, his close friend, he couldn’t completely erase his guilt.
“Whew…”
Ji-sung, who had intended to have the sex he couldn’t finish with Ha-young in the morning, couldn’t leave the bathroom even while regretting his trashy thoughts.
No matter how much he washed, he couldn’t wash away the carnal desire that filled his head.
And to masturbate in his friend’s house.
While thinking of his friend’s younger sister, who was seven years younger.
It was an absurd thing to do, but there was no other way to calm his erect lower body. He couldn’t possibly face Song Ha-young again with his lower body swollen.
He hadn’t even been able to penetrate her and had just rubbed the outside of the woman’s genitals, who had already reached orgasm, so much that a tingling pain heavily constricted his lower body.
His magnificent cock swelled so much that it overflowed even in Ji-sung’s large hand. No matter how tightly he squeezed and shook it, the tantalizing sensation wouldn’t disappear.
How good would it feel to put it in?
Haa, more crazy thoughts.
Having lived his life only putting trashy criminals in jail, had he unknowingly become trash himself?
He wanted to erase Song Ha-young from his mind, but the more he tried to forget her, the more his mind was filled with only Song Ha-young.
“Gasp, whew.”
After shaking his stiff cock in front of his navel for about a minute, Ji-sung hurriedly finished.
He was worried that masturbation would take too long because he couldn’t afford to waste time, but thankfully, the sensation of Song Ha-young’s soft bare skin came to mind, and he was able to come easily.
What kind of bullshit was this in his friend’s house?
He must be the only pervert in the world who comes to a friend’s house and wanks off.
Ji-sung washed away his dirty fantasies, put on his suit, and left the bathroom.
Now he just needed to politely apologize for last night and introduce his lawyer friend to Ha-young. Of course, they would also need to redefine their ambiguous relationship.
“Ha-young-ah, where are you?”
“Oh, are you done washing up?”
“……!”
Ji-sung, who had been looking for Ha-young, frowned at the sudden appearance of Song Doo-young in front of him. The heaviness in his lower body, even after coming, instantly cooled down.
Seeing Song Doo-young, who strangely resembled Song Ha-young, irritated him. The ox-like Song Doo-young and the chick-like Song Ha-young overlapped in a way that was both completely different and strangely similar.
Shit.
This sucks.
“When did you get here?”
“Took the morning flight. Just arrived.”
At his words that he had flown all the way from Jeju Island in one go, he momentarily looked around to see if his parents had come with him, but thankfully, there was no sign of them, indicating that Doo-young had come alone.
“Where’s Ha-young?”
“Looks like she went out. She wasn’t in her room.”
“Ah…”
“Did you sleep in my room?”
“Huh? ...Yeah.”
“You really are Kwon Ji-sung. You even made the bed so neatly.”
Neatly made? He hadn’t even laid down on her bed. He had borrowed her condom, though.
He felt guilty in front of his friend, remembering last night, but Ji-sung kept his mouth shut. Knowing Song Doo-young’s personality, he was the type to cut off ties with Ji-sung if he found out they had rolled around in bed together.
No, was cutting off ties the only problem? He would probably grab his collar and try to kill him.
Ji-sung knew well that Song Doo-young, while always stern with his younger sister who was quite a bit younger than him, actually cherished and adored her. It was also Song Doo-young who had opposed Ha-young’s decision to get married at twenty-five, even more than their parents.
Anyway, she said they should wash up and talk, but was she running away? Was she trying to make him look shameless?
When she was all small and grabbing his dick, asking him to touch her, what was with her now making him feel awkward?
Come to think of it, he was the one who had been used like a dildo. He hadn’t even been able to penetrate her and had just tried to accommodate Ha-young, who wanted to take a break, so he hadn’t even had proper fun.
Even this morning. When they were kissing, she had held him close, saying it felt good, and eagerly sucked his tongue, but now she was running away as if she was the only one who had been wronged, haa….
“Thanks, Ji-sung-ah. I don’t have any legal professionals around me, so I called you.”
“Don’t mention it. It’s natural between us. I’ve decided to introduce you to my classmate from the training institute who’s at Jiphung Law Firm, so he’ll take good care of it.”
“I won’t forget this favor.”
Doo-young let out a long sigh and patted Ji-sung’s shoulder.
Seeing Song Doo-young, who didn’t know how to thank him enough, made him feel a little guilty.
“What about your parents? You came home alone?”
“I just made up an excuse that something came up at school.”
“On a Saturday?”
“I just brushed it off. No matter how old Song Ha-young is, she’s still a kid. I didn’t think I could leave her alone.”
Yeah. That adult, but still a kid, I….
“That’s right…”
“But where did she go, turning off her phone like that? She’s not going to meet that bastard, is she?”
There was no way.
She probably didn’t want to see his face and was holed up in a nearby coffee shop.
“Anyway, Ji-sung-ah. I won’t forget this favor, so make that son of a bitch pay to the end. You have your specialty, you know. Driving people crazy.”
“There’s nothing I can really do. It wasn’t a crime, so all I can do is introduce you to my lawyer classmate.”
“Ha, shit. That shameless act isn’t a crime? It really pisses me off even though I know it.”
“I’ll tell him to make him suffer even with a civil lawsuit.”
“I know how much Jiphung lawyers cost, but what are friends for? I’ll be in your debt.”
“Yeah. Ha-young is your sister, I should at least do that much.”
“Let’s get some food. I’ll treat you to something nice.”
“No, thanks. I have to go.”
“Work even on the weekend?”
“I came straight here after working late yesterday.”
“You’re the only one I have, Ji-sung-ah.”
“Stop it. It’s nothing, really.”
Ji-sung chuckled wryly at the situation where he had a secret he couldn’t even tell his closest friend. He gathered his belongings and left Ha-young’s house.
Yeah. Either way, he had slept with his best friend’s sister, so he couldn’t really say he wasn’t trash.
He didn’t know. This was the biggest mistake of his life.
He wouldn’t get involved with the unwilling Song Ha-young like this again.
Whether she understood her complicated owner’s feelings or not, his still throbbing lower body was just absurd.
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