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A fever raged all night. I’d hoped it would subside by morning, but even past noon, I couldn’t move from bed.
Rubbing his bloodshot eyes, Jisung barely managed to sit up.
What’s wrong with my body?
He was so insensitive to pain that a few years ago, he’d left his appendix to rupture for a whole week, ending up with peritonitis. He was naturally robust, so much so that he could count the times he’d had a cold on one hand. For him to take sick leave was truly exceptional.
Overtime was routine, but these past few days, he’d been pushing himself relentlessly.
The moment he had a spare moment, thoughts of Song Hayoung flooded his mind, no, thoughts of Song Hayoung that prevented him from concentrating even on work. He deliberately sought out unnecessary tasks just to leave his office, hoping to erase those thoughts.
It’s just desire anyway.
Instinct, lust, a one-night stand.
At his virile age, the sex he hadn’t finished had simply stirred up his dormant desires.
Is that so?
Is that really it?
Honestly, he couldn’t say it was.
A lingering feeling he’d never experienced with any other woman wouldn’t easily disappear where Song Hayoung was concerned.
Should I rewind time a bit?
It was during his university days. Jisung, who wasn’t short on pocket money after returning from the military, spontaneously offered to tutor Hayoung when he heard that Dooyoung was looking for a tutor for his younger sister. Even then, he’d been so taken aback by his own awkward reactions in front of the teenage girl that he quit after just one lesson.
And that wasn’t all. Though they were equals now, back in their school days, a seven-year age gap felt enormous. He seemed to recall urging Song Dooyoung to get rid of the guys who confessed to middle schooler Song Hayoung.
It’s the same now.
He could just dismiss it as carnal desire. Yet, even while sick in bed, he couldn’t stop his thoughts from going back over twenty years to Song Hayoung.
“Haa...”
Do I like her?
Did I used to like her?
Can I keep liking her?
Should I approach Song Hayoung, who must be overwhelmed with her broken engagement? Since Song Hayoung and Song Dooyoung are siblings, approaching Hayoung lightly is impossible.
If, by any chance, he dated Hayoung and they broke up, he would have to break up with Song Dooyoung at the same time.
Then, is this okay as it is?
Just like this, as if nothing happened? If he completely erases that night between them, can he truly face Song Dooyoung without feeling guilty? Is it a memory that can be erased?
No. Though you never know with people, Jisung knew well that he could never erase this memory.
He couldn’t even forget that trivial day 24 years ago when he first saw Song Hayoung. How could he erase that passionate moment?
“Hoo...”
The clumsy emotions that had been buried in a fog gradually took shape. Feelings he hadn’t realized because they had been overshadowed by Song Dooyoung for too long.
He likes Song Hayoung.
Just as Jisung was about to put his feet on the floor, he collapsed back onto the bed with a thud. His head was burning with fever.
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“Hello. I received a call from Prosecutor Kwon Jisung and am returning it. I’m Hong Sunjoo, a partner attorney at Jipung Law Firm. I clearly understood your request to pay special attention to the trial proceedings of your client, Ms. Song Hayoung. Even though you are unwell, you haven’t stopped worrying about your client.”
As soon as Hayoung hung up the phone with the lawyer Jisung had introduced her to, she glanced at the clock. She was already feeling self-conscious for secretly writing job applications at work, but the news of Jisung’s illness pushed all other thoughts out of her mind.
With ten minutes left until her quitting time, she quietly got up from her seat and hurried towards Jisung’s house. Fortunately, her boss had left earlier, so Hayoung’s unauthorized early departure was successful.
Having known Jisung like family since birth, this was the first time she’d ever heard he was sick.
During their school days, Jisung, along with Song Dooyoung, had been a promising judo athlete, naturally built for sports.
Tall and broad-boned, with a muscular physique honed by exercise, she’d never even seen him catch a cold.
The memory of him pushing through overtime unaware that his appendix had burst, nearly dying from peritonitis, flashed through her mind.
How sick must someone like that be to take sick leave?
Normally, Hayoung wouldn’t have cared if her brother’s friend was sick or not, but this time was different.
She couldn’t ignore Jisung, who had helped her when she was going through a difficult time.
Out of gratitude.
Yes, that’s why she was doing this, out of gratitude.
Of course, Kwon Jisung occupied her thoughts dozens of times a day.
She was annoyed at her pathetic self for thinking only of Jisung instead of the pain of her breakup.
“People are at their most vulnerable when they’re sick. If I receive all this help from Jisung Oppa and then act ungrateful, I wouldn’t be human.”
Hayoung muttered to herself, stopping in front of Jisung’s apartment door.
It was a five-minute walk from her house. When they were young, she used to follow her brother around, going in and out of Jisung’s house as if it were her own.
Her heart fluttered at this rare visit. She’d bought porridge out of concern for a sick person, yet she couldn’t understand why she was so nervous.
Ding-dong.
She pressed the doorbell, but the apartment remained as silent as a grave.
Ding-dong, ding-dong.
Could something really be wrong with him? They say healthy people get hit hard when they do get sick. As she anxiously pressed the doorbell, wondering if she should call 119, Jisung, with a pale face, staggered and opened the door.
Jisung, whom she hadn’t seen in a week, looked noticeably gaunt. Was he that sick? A wave of worry washed over her at his seemingly subdued demeanor.
“Oppa, are you okay?”
“......”
Hayoung noticed Jisung’s neck flushing red as she supported him. Taking off her heels made her support almost meaningless due to their significant height difference.
“How did you know I was home?”
Jisung’s low, hoarse voice sent a shiver down her spine. It wasn’t even 7 PM yet, but his dark apartment filled the air with a strange tension.
“I heard about it during a phone call with Attorney Hong Sunjoo.”
Hayoung replied casually, as if it were nothing, but her heart was pounding. Being alone with him in the same space after so long made the events of that night keep replaying in her mind, something she shouldn’t be thinking about.
Supporting him was futile due to their height difference, but Jisung leaned heavily on Hayoung’s shoulder, relying on her. The position, where she couldn’t tell if she was supporting him or if he was embracing her, made her body heat up.
“What are you doing here?”
“I was worried about you.”
“You, about me?”
Jisung was momentarily speechless. People are at their most vulnerable when they’re sick. He must be touched.
“Of course, I was worried.”
“Why?”
“Why? Well, because you’re my brother’s friend...”
At Hayoung’s words, Jisung tilted his head.
“Do you do this for all of Song Dooyoung’s friends? Do you go to Park Youngjin, Kim Taejung, and Jo Heemin’s houses when they’re sick too?”
“No...”
Jisung, intently gazing at Hayoung’s face, let out a weak, self-deprecating laugh. At his chuckle, Hayoung began to speak rapidly, as if making excuses.
“Oppa is closest to Song Dooyoung, after all. I only see Youngjin Oppa or Taejung Oppa a few times a year.”
“If Song Dooyoung meets them often, will you visit their houses too?”
“Huh?”
That’s not right...
Come to think of it, why did I come all the way here without even a word?
Only now did Hayoung realize she had followed Jisung to his house as if possessed, and her cheeks flushed.
“Look who’s worried about whom.”
Jisung gently stroked Hayoung’s heated cheek. Hayoung startled, her large eyes blinking rapidly.
“I’m fine now.”
At Hayoung’s words that he was fine, Jisung’s gaze flickered slightly.
She hadn’t noticed because she was flustered by the inappropriate touch, but Jisung’s cheeks were also flushed red.
“How high must your fever be for your face to be this red?”
Tiptoeing slightly, Hayoung placed her hand on Jisung’s forehead. The heat radiated onto her palm. Jisung, meeting her eyes, placed his hand over hers.
“You’ll catch my cold. I’m okay, so you should go.”
A moment of silence passed between them, and Hayoung felt tense. In the quiet house, she could almost hear her heart pounding.
“Have you eaten?”
“No.”
“I brought porridge.”
Breaking the awkward silence, Hayoung left Jisung and went into the kitchen alone. The house was excessively large for someone living alone. As expected, the empty refrigerator held nothing to eat.
“What about the hospital?”
“What hospital for a cold?”
“Don’t pretend you’re okay. It’s obvious since you took sick leave.”
“I’ve had a lot of late nights lately.”
“When did Oppa ever not work late? You must have been really sick if you didn’t go to work.”
Hayoung poured the beef porridge, which had cooled on her way to Jisung’s house, into a bowl and put it in the microwave.
She grabbed Jisung’s wrist, who was standing awkwardly leaning against the dining table, and led him to his bedroom. Looking exhausted, Jisung obediently followed her into the room.
“I told you, you’ll catch my cold.”
“It’s okay if I do. Look at all you’ve done for me; I should at least see you eat the porridge before I leave.”
“Are you really okay with catching it?”
At his slightly off-kilter question, Hayoung frowned and turned to look at him.
“I said it’s okay. I’m really strong, you know?”
As Hayoung retorted with a puzzled expression, he took a step closer and abruptly pulled her waist towards him. In the excessively close distance between them, his warm breath tickled her philtrum.
The pounding of her heart, about to burst, felt like it would reach his skin.
“If you’re okay with catching it...”
“Uh-huh?”
The hand holding Hayoung’s waist pulled her even closer. Finally, her heart, pounding as if it would explode, pressed against his body.
“I’m going to kiss you.”
“Uup!”
As if her answer wasn’t needed, he bit her lip. The moment their soft skin met, her legs gave way, and Jisung swiftly scooped her up and strode towards the bed.
Their slick tongues intertwined. The movement of flesh deeply entering and then softly retreating between their lips overtly hinted at something.
Just the sensation of Kwon Jisung’s tongue in her mouth made a heat-soaked groan escape her. The moment she swallowed the barely suppressed sensual sound and pushed Jisung away, he collapsed, pulling Hayoung down onto the bed with him, his body covering hers.
“O-Oppa...?”
The déjà vu of the previous night made Hayoung’s lips tremble. Helplessly pinned beneath Jisung’s weight, she accepted his descending lips.
“Hayoung-ah. Hoo, am I not attractive as a man?”
Jisung licked and nibbled at Hayoung’s lips. Every time his tongue slickly traced her soft skin, a tingling sensation spread through her body, making her knees weak.
“Why are you asking me that...?”
A reversed question and answer.
Jisung asked Hayoung a question that reminded her of the previous night, and she gave him back the answer she had received from him then.
“You’re a woman. What do you think of me from a woman’s perspective?”
“Oppa is...”
Waiting for Hayoung’s answer, Jisung tossed aside his home-wear knit. His firm, muscular upper body rippled with every movement.
“I’m in a hurry. Tell me quickly.”
“Oppa is handsome, cool, dependable...”
“And?”
“...I want you.”
She couldn’t understand what had possessed her to give such an answer.
However, she no longer felt sad about the broken engagement. She only had the desire to passionately continue that unfinished night with Jisung.
“I thought it was a cold.”
“Isn’t it a cold?”
“I think it’s lovesickness.”
That’s impossible.
For some reason, her heart fluttered at Jisung’s words that he was sick because he missed her.
She had remained indifferent even when her ex-boyfriend had desperately clung to her, crying. But at the thought of Jisung being sick because of her, she felt like the sky was falling.
“Seeing you makes me feel a bit better though.”
“Liar. Your fever is still so high.”
Hayoung pouted, touching Jisung’s forehead. Jisung briefly smiled as if even her grumbling expression was cute.
“Song Hayoung, you always know how to do pretty things.”
As if he had been waiting for it, Jisung tore open the buttons of Hayoung’s blouse. Snap, thud. The sound of several buttons rolling on the floor could be heard.
“Oppa, why are you tearing my blouse?”
“If you don’t want your skirt torn too, lift your hips.”
At Jisung’s gaze, which seemed devoid of reason, Hayoung obediently lifted her hips. He swiftly pulled off Hayoung’s pencil skirt and gazed at her for a moment as if admiring her in her underwear.
“Where should I touch you today?”
“Uh-huh?”
Last time, Hayoung had been drunk and boldly asked him to touch her. But saying that sober was too embarrassing.
“Hoo... I thought you were like that last time because you were drunk.”
Hayoung shuddered at Jisung’s gaze, which swept over her from head to toe, filled with desire.
“I haven’t had a single drop of alcohol today.”
To some, she was a wretched woman who had been abandoned, but in front of Kwon Jisung, she felt like the sexiest woman in the world.
“Fuck, it feels like my dick’s gonna break off.”
Jisung’s muttered curse made her heart drop. The person who used to get into trouble alongside Song Dooyoung in their school days had suddenly matured on his own and become a full-fledged adult. Seeing Kwon Jisung utter such crude words brought back childhood memories one by one.
The vague fluttering in her adolescent heart for her much older brother’s handsome friend. Secretly, just looking at his face made her heart pound, and she’d unknowingly kept her distance from him as if feeling awkward.
She never dreamed that a day would come when she’d be doing such intimate things with Jisung on a bed. No, in her dreams... it happened a lot in her dreams.
During her immature adolescence, on the day she cried her eyes out over her older brother going to the military, Dooyoung had been touched by her reaction. But in reality, she couldn’t stop crying because of the thought of not being able to see Kwon Jisung for a while.
She had suffered for days after seeing the returned Kwon Jisung and not being able to say even a single word of welcome.
In front of Kwon Jisung, who had offered to be her tutor, she’d felt her secret adolescent heart flutter, and she’d acted prickly to hide it, only to be devastated when he didn’t show up the next day.
She had done unspeakably lewd things with Jisung in her dreams, but in reality, her face would turn red just meeting his eyes, and she had hated her childish self for it.
Reaching behind Hayoung, Jisung fumbled with the clasp of her bra. For some reason, the fact that Hayoung’s first sexual experience wouldn’t be with her ex-fiancé but with Kwon Jisung felt good.
She was truly fortunate to be sharing an unforgettable, special moment with an unforgettable, special person.
After being hurt by her ex-boyfriend’s two-timing, Hayoung was disgusted by men who were popular with women. She was well aware that women lined up for Kwon Jisung.
Yet, she couldn’t refuse Jisung’s alluring lips. She thrilled at the unprecedented sensation she had never felt before.
Before she knew it, Jisung had buried his face in Hayoung’s chest, rubbing his cheek like a baby. Even though he was a man, the sensation of his smooth, poreless skin rubbing against her chest felt strange and arousing.
Her whole body melted at the gentle touch of his hands caressing her breasts as if handling something precious.
Jisung, holding each of Hayoung’s breasts in his hands, showered the pointed, swollen tips with butterfly kisses.
Chup, chreup. With each flurry of quick kisses, a dizzying sensation spread through her nerves.
She had always felt self-conscious about her unusually large D-cup breasts and hadn’t really thought of them as erogenous zones. But just the touch of Jisung’s lips on her skin made the area between her legs tighten. Every time his lips touched her nipples, a tingling sensation made her whole body curl up involuntarily. She became so overly sensitive to the stimulation that she felt like she had become someone else’s body.
“Hnng, euung.”
At the lewd moan that finally escaped her lips, Jisung, who had been focused on caressing her while his face was buried in her chest, lifted his head and chuckled softly.
“I’m going crazy. Even your moans are cute.”
Why did the word “cute” sound so erotic? Lost in the sound of her own moans, Hayoung let out even more depraved sounds.
“Heuung, haeu.”
Her nipples, glistening with Jisung’s saliva, stood stiffly erect. Her pink areolas spread lewdly, and the size of her cute nipples swelled as large as her thumb.
“Hoo, I can’t take it anymore.”
Lifting his upper body, Jisung tossed his pants aside. Hayoung held her breath at the menacingly swollen outline of his massive erection visible through his drawers.
She had forgotten, but she recalled their unfinished sexual encounter from the last time, where his cock had been too large for even an attempt at insertion.
Jisung pulled Hayoung’s hand and made her touch his cock. The hard flesh, unbelievable as human skin, sent a chill down her spine.
“You’ll let me put it in today, right?”
When Hayoung hesitated, unable to answer with certainty, Jisung tilted his head with a wistful expression.
“You can do that much for a sick person, can’t you?”
“Are you hurting a lot?”
Was he acting cute, feigning pain? His demeanor, so unlike his towering 190cm frame, made Hayoung smile and relax her tension.
“You have to promise.”
“First, show me... I don’t quite remember.”
Slowly crawling over Hayoung, Jisung knelt on either side of her chest and lowered her underwear.
The massive erection, crumpled within his drawers, sprang out as if repelled and bumped against Hayoung’s lips.
A fishy scent of pre-ejaculate touched her lips. When Hayoung licked her lips, tasting the fluid, Jisung leaned down and sucked her tongue as if washing it.
“Heup. I almost came. Who told you to suck my cum with your precious lips?”
“I was curious. Show me, quickly.”
Jisung again presented his cock in front of Hayoung’s face. She couldn’t close her mouth at the size of his cock, easily as thick as her forearm.
“It’s too big...”
The skin of the man was as white as a nobleman, but his genitals were a frighteningly dark red. Like raw masculinity, it seemed to reveal primal desire through its color.
The tangled veins rising over the shaft were shockingly terrifying. Thinking about those protrusions, thicker and harder than veins, scraping against her inner walls... Ah, just imagining it made her vaginal walls clench.
“You don’t like it?”
“A little... scary.”
“Scary? Since when have you been scared of me?”
Hayoung grasped Jisung’s cock with her fingertips. As she reached out her tongue to lick the tip, he pulled his waist back as if something terrible would happen and moved down below her.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t make little kids give blowjobs.”
Little kid? When she was younger, the seven-year age difference made him feel like an adult, so she wouldn’t have minded being called a little kid. But why was he still using that old nickname?
“Why? I want to do it too.”
“No. Only I get to suck.”
With that, Jisung moved down to Hayoung’s lower body and unexpectedly pulled off her panties in one swift motion.
“Euuh.”
“Fuck, you’re so pretty.”
Hayoung flinched once more at the vulgar word choice, so unlike Kwon Jisung’s elegant lips. His touch, spreading her labia with curious eyes as if examining something fascinating with his fingers, was devastatingly erotic.
Jisung suddenly buried his face in Hayoung’s easily moistened vulva. His bright red tongue deeply parted the wet crevice, and a stream of liquid spurted from her opening.
“Haeueung.”
Chureureup.
Jisung greedily licked and sucked the flowing precum with great care. Where did someone who claimed to be sick get such energy? He moved his tongue quickly, as if he wouldn’t tire.
“Haeu, Oppa, hng. S-stop that and come here, huh?”
“Stay still. It’s hard for Oppa to suck if your pussy moves.”
“Heeut, eu.”
He seemed to be preparing himself firmly, afraid she might push him away and tell him not to insert if it hurt.
Hayoung squirmed her hips at his multi-play, rubbing her clit with his fingers while licking her vaginal opening with his tongue.
Jisung caressed Hayoung’s plump buttocks with his hands and slowly filled her opening deeply with his tongue.
“Ha-eung, eu, heeut!”
Her vagina involuntarily contracted and relaxed repeatedly, biting his tongue. Jisung meticulously and gently tickled every corner of Hayoung’s vaginal walls with great care.
Tears finally streamed from Hayoung’s eyes. Overwhelmed by an unbearable pleasure, tears flowed from her eyes and precum poured from between her legs as if a dam had burst.
Her vagina, lost in ecstasy, opened wide. Looking at her labia, bloomed like a flower, Jisung slowly pulled his lips away.
Wiping his lips, glistening with her fluids, with the back of his hand, he reached for the nightstand. Hayoung watched as Jisung put on a condom.
Ah...
He was the type of man who kept condoms handy...
Of course, it was much better than a guy who would have unprotected sex and get a woman pregnant unintentionally, but still, it didn’t feel entirely pleasant.
Why did her chest feel empty even though she didn’t like him romantically? The relationship between a man and a woman was truly mysterious. Just because they were naked and entangled didn’t give them the right to demand exclusive feelings from each other.
She was the ex-fiancée of another man until just a week ago. Yet, she felt a pang of jealousy at the thought of Jisung having condoms readily available at his place.
Surely, he didn’t have another woman even now? The hurt and trauma she’d received from her ex-boyfriend made Hayoung shrink back. While her mind clouded for a moment with unwanted thoughts, Jisung, having put on the condom, positioned himself over her.
“What are you thinking about?”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing, my ass. It’s written all over your face when you lie.”
Hayoung resolved not to dwell on such unpleasant thoughts and wrapped her arms around Jisung’s neck.
“I was thinking I want you to put it in quickly.”
“Smooth talker.”
The moment the tip of Jisung’s cock pressed against her vulva, all other thoughts vanished.
“Haah, euung.”
“Does it hurt?”
Jisung wiped away Hayoung’s tears and asked, his lips close to hers. Teasing her, as if about to enter but not quite, he gently pressed the head of his cock against her parted entrance, and her inner walls responded with peristaltic movements, welcoming the unfamiliar intruder.
“Heeut, it hurts.”
“Even if it hurts, Oppa has to do it today.”
Jisung held her captive in his limbs as if her protests were futile. Shivering at the inescapable pressure, Hayoung let out a strange moan.
“Do it, I like it... I like it so much...”
She had never felt like this before. Something excessively large pierced her body, almost unbearable...
Overwhelming, like she was about to burst, like she was being filled to the brim. She finally felt like a complete person.
“I’ll go in slowly, so tell me if it hurts.”
“Heeut, ahh. Oh, Oppa, heeut, I like it so, so much.”
Jisung began to enter, moving his hips gently. Even with just the head of his cock inside her vulva, Hayoung’s vision swam, and she tilted her head back.
But Jisung, grabbing the nape of her neck, seemed unwilling to give up even her lips, filling her mouth with his tongue, and in an instant, he thrust his hips powerfully upwards into her open passage.
Thwack!
“Haeueut!”
Hayoung shrieked, digging her fingernails into Jisung’s back. He had said he would enter slowly, but the sudden intrusion of his manhood sent a strong current of electricity through her entire body, as if she would explode.
“Heeut, slowly, heup, you said you would do it slowly...”
As Hayoung questioned him reproachfully, he chuckled softly, exhaling roughly.
“Hoo... I, I was going to. Heup, fuck, even my own body doesn’t listen to me.”
Jisung thrust his hips roughly, as if he too was flustered. The instinct of an animal seemed to be guiding Jisung’s body.
“No, eup, why, why doesn’t it do what you want? You’re, haah, moving your hips. Heeu, is that even a valid excuse?”
“Hoo.”
At Hayoung’s question, Jisung’s earlobes momentarily flushed red. Even if she pressed him for an explanation, the usually indifferent Kwon Jisung wouldn’t even bother to pretend to listen. Why did his neck turn red like a boy in his first love? Why was he still moving his hips even while looking embarrassed?
What is it? What’s wrong?
While she pondered Jisung’s reaction, which she couldn’t readily understand, he spoke.
“It’s because it feels so good.”
“What does?”
“......”
Hayoung narrowed her brows and looked into Jisung’s eyes.
Thwack!
Reaching the depths of her womb, Jisung bit and tugged at Hayoung’s lower lip, whispering.
“You.”
Pfft.
Hayoung couldn’t help but laugh.
The man who had rushed over from his late-night work naturally took out a condom. The man who claimed to be sick casually took out a condom at home as if it were an everyday occurrence.
The man who kept condoms handy was now saying sweet nothings as if this sex was special.
But soon, she couldn’t just keep laughing at the pressure of Jisung pressing firmly on their conjoined apex.
Before she knew it, Hayoung too was moving her hips to Jisung’s rhythm. Hayoung’s movements were also not what she intended, so perhaps Jisung’s flirting wasn’t a lie either.
“Why are you laughing?”
“Don’t joke around. You, heup, you like me?”
Hayoung retorted incredulously, but he pressed down on her head with a consistently expressionless face.
Unbelievable.
He had said his body wouldn’t move as he wanted, so she had just pressed him not to lie.
“Would my dick be like this if I didn’t like you?”
Even while thinking it wasn’t true, the unexpected lie she heard somehow made her feel good. Knowing that Jisung’s words were just to sound good, Hayoung pressed him again.
“If you like me, is that why you’re so, heeut, good at this?”
Wanting to hear the pleasing lie repeatedly, she asked again, and a strange smile spread across Jisung’s lips. Was being called good at something so pleasing?
“Didn’t Hayoung know? Oppa is good at everything.”
“Heeut!”
That’s right.
It was true...
Why did it feel so annoying?
She recalled young Kwon Jisung, who had followed Song Dooyoung, who had been learning judo since elementary school, to the gym by chance in middle school and had been scouted into the judo club by the coach almost forcibly, saying he had a natural athlete’s physique.
She also remembered Song Dooyoung’s face, filled with jealousy, resentment, and respect for such a Jisung.
Right. She knew well that Kwon Jisung was good at everything he started, whether it involved his body or his mind, but how could he be good at sex too?
Regardless of whether he liked her or not, Kwon Jisung’s sex was perfect, both subjectively and objectively.
A man with this face, this spec, this body, saying he liked her, and he was even good at sex. Well, so what? This man, who told her he liked her while having sex, was much better than someone who would have sex without liking her.
There was a truckload of women who would readily undress at Jisung’s mere gesture. His joke was too much. Just like Song Dooyoung, it was a pointless prank.
Believe what you should believe. After being deceived by her ex-boyfriend like that, trusting people was a chronic problem.
It must be a joke. He was so good at it, it had to be a joke.
What would a perfect man like Kwon Jisung lack that he would like a woman who had her engagement broken off?
But it wasn’t an unpleasant joke. Within that playful banter, the feeling that she had become a woman Kwon Jisung liked wasn’t bad at all.
“Heueu, ha, Oppa, eu, move...”
“Our Hayoung, you’re chewing so beautifully.”
The moist inner flesh clung tightly, suctioning as if in a vacuum, making it hard to pull away. The rock-hard shaft was lodged between her legs, unmoving. The vaginal flesh, clinging to Jisung’s shaft like a suction cup, convulsed lewdly, fluttering. Hayoung thrashed her hips, letting out a cry, but the more she moved, the more intense the stimulation became.
“Heeut, oh, Oppa, I feel like I’m going to die...”
“Hoo, why are you making such a fuss?”
“I’m not making a fuss.”
“It feels this good, so why do you keep saying it’s hard?”
Hayoung’s lips trembled as she faced Jisung’s questioning.
“It’s because it’s my first time.”
“What?”
At Hayoung’s words, Jisung stopped moving as if he had seen a ghost.
He probably wouldn’t believe it.
Hayoung knew well that it was unbelievable for a woman who was a month away from her wedding to have no sexual experience.
“It’s okay...”
“First time? You expect me to believe that someone who was even engaged is saying it’s their first time?”
At Jisung’s question, Hayoung raised her voice as if protesting.
“You know Song Dooyoung never let me stay out overnight!”
Jisung’s pupils shook violently, as if Hayoung’s words made sense.
“Then you mean to tell me, you were going to get married to that bastard without even doing it with him?”
When Hayoung hesitated without answering, Jisung let out a dumbfounded laugh.
“Even if you’re young, that doesn’t make any sense.”
“I know I was being stupid. So, would you have felt better if I had done it with that bastard?”
As Hayoung retorted resentfully, his dumbfounded laughter soon transformed into a satisfied smile.
“No. You did well, Hayoung-ah.”
He pressed his lips to Hayoung’s and murmured to himself.
“So that’s why you wouldn’t let me in that day.”
“Euung?”
“Hoo, it’s okay. Hayoung-ah, Oppa will make it not hurt.”
Jisung smiled incessantly, as if he couldn’t help it, his unfocused gaze fixed on Hayoung’s face.
“Heeut...”
Hayoung groaned at the sensation of him pressing down firmly on the tip. Jisung soothed Hayoung but never even hinted at stopping.
“It’s okay. I’ll make it not hurt.”
“How, heeut, how are you going to make it not hurt?”
“I’ll make it feel good.”
The person who said they would make it not hurt began to thrust his manhood deeper inside her, harder and harder.
“Haeu, Oppa, gently, I said gently!”
“Hayoung-ah. Do you even know how tight your pussy is? If I go gently, it won’t come out. I have to thrust hard for it to even move.”
Jisung blamed her tight opening as if it was all her fault, thrusting his cock upwards.
“Hoo... Well, who told you to be so tight?”
“Heeut, it’s because, eu-eut, you’re too big, heup, why are you blaming me?”
“It’s my fault?”
“Eu, heeut, can’t you, see?”
“Then I guess there’s no choice. We’ll have to do it until it stretches to fit my size, what else can we do?”
“Euung?”
Thwack!
Jisung, who had thrust all the way to her cervix in one go, lay buried inside her without moving. Her tight inner flesh clung to him like dough, writhing. Her inner walls chewed on the manhood joined within her, causing even stronger stimulation.
“If we keep doing it, it’ll stretch to fit Oppa’s size, Hayoung-ah.”
Whether he moved or not, she felt like she would go crazy. From the moment of their joining, only intense orgasms surged.
“Ah-eut, heup, heueung.”
“Hoo, Hayoung-ah. It feels so damn good.”
Jisung stubbornly locked eyes with Hayoung and sucked on her lips. She couldn’t believe they were gazing into each other’s eyes, their lips completely joined.
Jisung’s soul filled her body as if it had been emptied out.
Was this what sex was like?
The love between a man and a woman that Hayoung knew was like childish play, but the sex that a thirty-two-year-old male was showing her...
It was a passion that shook her life.
It was an ecstasy that opened the door to a new life.
Hayoung thrilled at the cozy sensation that felt as if they could embrace each other’s entire lives.
“Heup, hoo...”
Jisung exhaled roughly, pouring out his desire. The feeling of the veins bulging on his hard shaft was transmitted directly to her vaginal walls.
While ejaculating, Jisung showered Hayoung’s eyes with kisses. His gaze was like that of a handsome protagonist in a classic movie, worshiping his precious woman.
Jisung slowly withdrew his essence from Hayoung’s interior. The vulvar flesh, lewdly drooping, convulsed, clinging to his shaft.
“Haeu, euung.”
Hayoung twisted her limbs, feeling another climax even as their connection was broken. Jisung poured passionate kisses onto each of Hayoung’s curled fingers.
His massive manhood sprang back towards his navel as if repelled. She was astonished by the sight of his cock, heavy and large, fighting gravity as it bobbed, yet stubbornly clinging to his navel in hard erection.
Tying off the condom that had contained his ejaculate, he tossed it into the trash can and ran his hand over his red-hot genitals.
She couldn’t take her eyes off his virile member, so vigorous she couldn’t believe he had just ejaculated.
“Hoo. Hayoung-ah.”
“Yeah.”
“Sit on Oppa’s face.”
“What did you, say?”
When Hayoung asked again, thinking she had misheard, he forcibly lifted her body and sat her down.
“I want Hayoung’s pussy buried in my face.”
“Bury your face in what...?”
“Sit on my face with your pussy.”
Hayoung’s face turned ashen as if she had seen a ghost. While she was speechless at Jisung’s lewd request, he suddenly lifted Hayoung and laid down, positioning her to sit on his face.
“O-Oppa! What are you doing!”
She struggled, horrified by the position that looked like something out of a porno, but her center of gravity was already shifted to her buttocks.
“You’re squirting quite a bit.”
“Haeu, euung!”
The more she struggled to escape the unexpected position, the more Hayoung’s vulva pressed against Jisung’s face.
She was so embarrassed and ashamed that she tried to lift herself up, but she couldn’t overcome Jisung’s strong grip.
She was overwhelmed by the mature man’s ripe sexuality. Jisung had instantly transformed the naive Hayoung into a sensual woman.
His sculpted face was soaked with Hayoung’s fluids. While horrified by the perverted act, she strangely found it incredibly thrilling.
“Oppa, are you a pervert? Heueu, why are you like this?”
“Pervert, my ass. Hoo, Song Hayoung rubbing her pussy on Oppa’s face is the pervert.”
Even as he said that, Jisung was greedily devouring her below, which was absurd. Overwhelmed by the unbearable stimulation, Hayoung arched her back like a bow. Jisung, holding her thighs, buried his face between her legs as if to enter, sucking on her labia.
“Heeut, you pervert, heeut, stop, stop it.”
To make matters worse, when he pressed the bridge of his nose against Hayoung’s vulva, her fluids poured out like a dam bursting, gushing onto his face.
“You say stop, but you seem to like it too much?”
“Haeu, eu-eut, haeut!”
She had once seen a woman ejaculate in a porno and thought it was an unbelievable fabrication.
Hayoung thrilled at the sight of herself releasing fluids as if ejaculating. Jisung greedily swallowed her fluids and sprayed his own semen into the air. The semen was plentiful and sticky, yet it stubbornly defied gravity and shot upwards.
Jisung gently scooped up the collapsing Hayoung and laid her on the bed. Their suddenly messy, naked bodies pressed together.
Despite having just released a full load of semen, Jisung’s still-hard cock stubbornly pressed against her lower abdomen.
“Heup, my stomach, it hurts.”
“Hayoung-ah, turn around this time. Let me fuck you doggy style.”
“Oppa?”
Jisung’s eyes were cloudy and unfocused. It was the same look she had once seen on a drug addict in a movie, a look that had no tomorrow.
“Um, Oppa, heeut, why are you like this?”
It seemed like something had gone wrong with Jisung’s head. Her brother’s friend, having lost his reason, was groping Hayoung’s vulva, contemplating how to reinsert himself into the hole he had just vacated.
“It’s okay. Lie on your stomach.”
“What’s okay? Heeut, I’m not okay. It’s hard.”
“Just lie still on your stomach. Oppa will take care of it.”
Ignoring Hayoung’s words, Jisung turned her body around.
“Heuk, Opp, Oppa. Not ‘take care of it,’ heeut.”
Pulling Hayoung’s buttocks towards him like a dog, Jisung thrust his cock straight in without any foreplay.
“Heeut, eup, heuk.”
Hayoung, reaching climax instantly without any warm-up, wiggled her buttocks in front of Jisung.
Slap!
It was then. Jisung suddenly slapped Hayoung’s buttocks with his palm.
“Ah!”
Startled, Hayoung fell forward, burying her face in the pillow. It didn’t hurt, but the unexpected stimulation surprised her, and her inner walls suddenly tightened, gnawing at the shaft lodged inside.
“It doesn’t hurt, does it?”
“I was surprised, why did you hit me?”
Jisung chuckled, saying it was cute how her plump flesh jiggled every time he patted Hayoung’s buttocks.
“I’m not hitting you. It’s because you’re pretty.”
Kwon Jisung, smiling with unfocused eyes while having sex... he really seemed like a madman.
“Fuck, you’re so cute I want to bite you and eat you.”
Jisung not only left a handprint on Hayoung’s plump flesh but also pulled out his cock and bit her buttocks.
“Heup, wh, what are you doing!”
Jisung bit, sucked, and fondled Hayoung’s buttocks. The strange yet thrilling sensation made her scream in extreme pleasure.
Jisung seemed to find Hayoung’s soft buttocks, so different from his own, cute, as he kept kneading them, shaking them, and biting them. Only after leaving red kiss marks on her buttocks did he thrust his cock back into her center.
Thwack!
“Hoo, let’s do it sideways this time.”
“A-are you crazy? Please stop.”
Jisung rolled Hayoung’s body around as if playing with a doll, tirelessly continuing to copulate, making up for the sex they hadn’t finished last night.
Was her saying it hurt all a lie?
He seemed to be trying every position he knew, and even after Hayoung fainted and fell asleep, he still didn’t withdraw from her body.
*** Yoon I-ah
Kwon Jisung had broken down.
One of his screws had clearly come loose. He seemed to have lost the screw that controlled his libido.
Since Song Hayoung herself was the one who had loosened that screw, she felt a sense of responsibility. She felt like she had to quickly find and tighten the lost screw, but Kwon Jisung showed no signs of stopping.
“Oppa, heup, it’s too, hard, please, stop.”
“Hoo, Hayoung-ah. Everyone else lives like this, what’s so hard?”
Who on earth.
Who on earth lives like this!
Even after giving up on counting the number of condoms thrown in the trash, Jisung didn’t stop thrusting until the sun was high in the sky.
The mature sex of a rutting male was too much for Hayoung, who had just awakened to her sexuality.
“Oppa. Saying it hurt was a lie, wasn’t it? How can you do this?”
“The more I do it, the more energy I get.”
“Oppa, heueuk, I told you I’m hungry...”
“Hungry?”
And at Hayoung’s words that she was hungry, he finally stopped moving.
So, was the magic word to find the lost screw ‘food’?
“Yeah, I want to eat...”
Jisung, who had finally ejaculated inside Hayoung’s body, quickly disengaged. He tied off the condom and threw it in the trash can, then ran his hand over his menacing cock.
“See this? It’s all dried up, no more semen even comes out.”
Jisung shook the condom as if showing her something interesting.
It was truly amazing even for Hayoung to see. She couldn’t believe that he was still erect even after ejaculating until he was dried up and withered.
“Lie down for a bit.”
Jisung left the bedroom wearing only a robe. It was strange that the man who wouldn’t stop even when she begged him to, moved so quickly at just the word “hungry.”
He had told her to lie down for a bit, but her whole body was sticky with fluids, making it uncomfortable to just stay in bed.
The space between her wide-open legs felt empty. She was embarrassed by her lower body, so wide open it felt like she might have a hole there permanently.
Hayoung suddenly picked up a condom wrapper lying on the floor.
[Ultra Dotted – Special Dots for Enhanced Pleasure]
“What a pervert...”
With the developer’s poor English skills, a rough translation would be that this condom, made in the USA, had power dots to stimulate a woman’s sensitive areas and was coated with a special aphrodisiac that could bring a woman to orgasm just by touch.
No wonder she had climaxed over ten times without stopping...
Of course, considering Jisung’s cock size, it would be difficult to find condoms easily in Korea. Still, his effort to order them directly from the US and keep them stocked was not entirely pleasing.
He probably bought them to use with other women.
This unsettling feeling strangely bothered her. While she thought it was much better than a guy who had sex without condoms, his specific condom preference wouldn’t leave her mind.
To be fair, as someone who had even been engaged to Choi Jaehyung, she wasn’t in a position to nitpick such things.
But human emotions were strange, and there was nothing she could do about the feelings that bloomed in an instant.
Let’s act like an adult.
It’s possible for a grown man to have condoms at home. No, with his physique, it would be stranger if he didn’t.
Hayoung barely managed to put her weak feet on the floor and headed to the bathroom. Washing her body under the hot water made her feel somewhat awake.
What on earth did you do, Song Hayoung?
Hearing that Jisung was sick, she had been drawn to his house as if possessed and had rolled around on his bed. It had only been a week since her engagement was broken off, and Hayoung couldn’t help but laugh at her own absurdity.
Gathering the scattered fragments of her thoughts, she got dressed and went into the living room, where the delicious smell of food wafted from the kitchen.
“Oppa, did you cook?”
She had only expected him to order delivery food at best. Jisung was nowhere to be seen, but a pot of soybean paste stew was bubbling on the induction cooktop.
She had clearly checked yesterday, and there had been nothing in the refrigerator.
The thought that he had made all this for her moved her.
Her own brother, Song Dooyoung, never even knew how to boil ramen himself. Compared to Song Dooyoung, who would always find the one ramen Hayoung had cooked for herself and steal it while laughing, Kwon Jisung was an angel sent from heaven.
The savory smell of cooking rice made her stomach growl. Hayoung picked up a spoon and tasted the soybean paste stew.
“Wow. You’re a good cook too.”
Muttering to herself, she rinsed the spoon, and Jisung hugged her tightly from behind.
“I’m good at everything, right?”
“Euung?”
Jisung turned Hayoung around to face him. Jisung, who had just showered, smelled the same as her.
“I told you. I’m good at everything.”
Like a child waiting for praise, Jisung urged Hayoung for an answer.
“Yeah, you’re good at everything.”
His eyes, waiting for her compliment, looked so earnest that she couldn’t even joke about it. The stress she had received over the past week had all disappeared with one round of sex, so it was definitely true that he was good.
“You were good too.”
Jisung smiled, seemingly pleased with the compliment.
Why did a man’s face look so pure? Jisung’s harmless face, wet from the shower, was quite incongruous with his lower half, which was anything but.
Still erect, his member pressed against Hayoung’s lower abdomen. Curious, she traced its outline over his bathrobe, and Jisung exhaled hotly and sucked on her lips.
“If you do that, you won’t be able to eat.”
“Euung...”
Hayoung slowly removed her hand from Jisung’s cock. Jisung, still with his lower half standing tall, set the rice and soup on the table.
It was awkward to be facing him at the table the morning after spending the night doing intimate things with her brother’s friend. Feeling increasingly awkward and unable to meet his eyes, she picked up her spoon to eat, but Jisung broke the silence first.
“Hayoung-ah. Let’s date seriously.”
Hayoung was about to put rice in her mouth but backstepped and placed her spoon back on the bowl.
“Oppa.”
“Say it. No, if you’re going to refuse, then shut up.”
His words, both serious and playful, made it impossible for her to just laugh.
“It’s only been a week since my engagement was broken off.”
“I know.”
“You and Song Dooyoung are best friends.”
“I know that too.”
“You know all that and you’re still doing this?”
“Yeah. I know all that and I’m still doing this.”
It meant that people might point fingers at them. It meant they couldn’t date casually. Most of all, it meant that if things went wrong between them, Song Dooyoung and Kwon Jisung might never remain friends.
“I’m doing this to you knowing I might lose Song Dooyoung. Of course, it would be even better if I didn’t lose either Song Hayoung or Song Dooyoung.”
If he didn’t lose them. A relationship that would never end?
It felt too hasty to be discussing marriage after just one sexual encounter.
“Oppa, you know. I rushed into marriage and ended up like this.”
“Maybe ending up like this was fate. Thanks to it, we ended up like this. If that hadn’t happened, you and I would never have gotten this close, not in a lifetime.”
“Do I deserve that from you?”
“I’m not some rash guy who’s blinded by one night’s lust and says things he doesn’t mean.”
Hayoung looked into Jisung’s serious eyes.
She liked Jisung. She liked the sex with him.
But now, after the commotion of her broken engagement and being treated like an immature, unfilial daughter, she couldn’t rashly consider dating him.
Hayoung, who had been picking at her rice for a long time, made a decision. She liked Jisung so much that she couldn’t think of any other reason to refuse him.
“Oppa. Can we keep this a secret from our families for a while...?”
Hayoung, who had been pondering for a moment, opened her mouth heavily.
“How long of a secret?”
“I don’t want to rush things after being burned by my broken engagement. Let’s get to know each other slowly, and when I’m sure, we can tell them then.”
“So until then?”
“I’d prefer it if Dooyoung Oppa didn’t know either.”
He nodded as if Hayoung’s suggestion wasn’t bad.
“So. What if you date me and you don’t like me?”
“You might not like me either, Oppa.”
“That won’t happen. Don’t avoid the answer.”
“Then let’s go back to how it was before, as if nothing happened. I don’t want to come between you and Song Dooyoung.”
Jisung chewed his dry lips as if deep in thought for a moment. Then, as if having made up his mind, he met Hayoung’s eyes.
“Okay. I’ll try my best to make sure nothing comes between me and Song Dooyoung.”
So that meant they would never break up.
Having known each other for so long, the moment they started seeing each other as more than friends, everything began to move quickly, as if they had been swept away by a sudden current.
“Eat, Hayoung-ah.”
“Okay, Oppa.”
Watching Jisung smile as he began to eat, Hayoung picked up her spoon again. Before she knew it, the relationship between them that would change from today onwards was being drawn in her mind like a dream.
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