“S-so, hnng, stop being m-mean… Ah!”
Woo Tae-seon simply cut off my words by forcefully driving his hard dick into me.
My entire body, which had been unable to move, trembled. Ah, aah, ah! My rapid breathing now felt like it would choke me. It was because his tip, swollen to the point of hardness, was forcefully pressing down on one particular spot.
“Nnngh…”
A large palm covered my mouth as it opened to scream something. I shook my head violently, but Woo Tae-seon followed me very closely without allowing me even a tiny breath. He gripped my jaw tightly and pulled me toward him. As my chest, which had been pressed against the vaulting box, rose into the air, my waist naturally arched in the opposite direction.
As I tried to struggle violently and pour out my cries without yielding, a small “shh” stopped me. Each time the low voice whispered, moist lips lightly touched my earlobe.
“Can’t you hear it?”
Only after I barely swallowed my choked sobs did I realize that the outside, which should have been quiet, was echoing with multiple footsteps and voices.
Inside the covered palm, I repeatedly inhaled the breaths I had exhaled, then exhaled them again. My panting breath circulated again and again. Oxygen became increasingly stale, judgment blurred, and consciousness became hazy. With my vision gradually becoming dreamy, I stared at the firmly closed iron door as it became blurry. As if that would somehow change something.
At that moment, the previously quiet doorknob rattled as it turned uselessly.
“…!”
It felt as if ice-cold water had been poured over my head. Far from snapping awake, my body froze as if turned to ice. My heart pounded irregularly in the ominously quiet stillness, and my breathing grew rapid.
It felt like the door would burst open at any moment and someone would enter. My body, which had begun to tremble like an aspen leaf, wouldn’t easily calm down. I stamped my feet and repeatedly bent and straightened my knees. While the blood inside my body circulated excessively fast, time outside my body passed too slowly.
I was on the verge of having fear burst from my trembling eyes.
“…Hmph.”
I desperately rubbed my face against the palm covering me. I frantically nibbled on any flesh of the palm I could catch between my lips. With my hands tied and unable to make a sound, this was the only way I could communicate with Woo Tae-seon.
Please, please do something…
Then my constricted chest loosened. Just changing the direction of my compressed body was enough. However, as I was turned over while Woo Tae-seon’s dick remained inside, I had to tremble as the thick tip stirred greatly.
My buttocks were perched on the edge of the vaulting box, and my thighs wrapped around Woo Tae-seon’s waist. Rather than saying I did this, it would be more accurate to say that Woo Tae-seon positioned me that way. Of course, since my arms were still not free, I had to be buried in Woo Tae-seon’s embrace as if hugging him tightly.
Rubbing my forehead against Woo Tae-seon’s shoulder, I whispered with a trembling voice barely audible. I begged him as if clinging to him. It felt like Woo Tae-seon could resolve this as if nothing had happened.
“Hnn. What do I, what do I dooo.”
Instead of answering, warm palms that embraced me a little more stroked my back. Like soothing an upset stomach, they stroked away the anxiety that was welling up. It was as if he was saying, it’s okay, it’s okay.
“It’s locked, you know.”
Woo Tae-seon whispered as if revealing a precious secret. Only then did the breath I had been holding burst out, and I belatedly remembered that I had locked the door with my own hands when we entered the gym storage room.
What now touched my chest was not a cool anxiety but a slow and heavy heartbeat. With his voice full of confidence stroking my back, with our gazes firmly connected from such a very close distance, I seemed to have unknowingly let down my guard a little.
“What? No key?”
“Of course not, you idiot! How would I have it?”
But now it wasn’t just the doorknob—the metal door itself began to rattle violently. It was shaking so fiercely that it wouldn’t have been surprising if it actually burst open.
Startled, I buried my face against Woo Tae-seon’s chest and trembled, like a wild animal blindly hiding its head in a safe burrow. Please, please just stop and go away. Though I knew it was a hopeless wish, I prayed desperately.
Woooong. But the answer to my desperation came as an artificial vibration sound.
I jerked my head up. My wavering gaze turned like a broken fan and landed on a stack of mats not far away. A bright screen was flashing, displaying eleven digits. The source of the rather long vibration was a phone call.
Since it was on the mat, the sound wasn’t particularly loud, but it might still be audible. Someone might realize there were people in the gym storage room.
No, what if the callers were the group outside the door? My anxiety stretched to the thought that they might have known all along and were calling deliberately.
The endless string of worries actually helped me regain my composure quickly.
“Quick, quick, the phone. Turn off the vibration!”
While Woo Tae-seon securely wrapped one arm around me as I desperately twisted my body, I felt relieved seeing him reach his other hand toward the vibration near my head.
However, I didn’t realize that this movement would be no different from pushing his dick deeper inside me. I had tried to shift my body, thinking I should have at least one foot on the ground rather than hanging completely from Tae-seon’s waist, but I hadn’t thought that far ahead.
As Tae-seon’s upper body leaned toward me, my already spread legs spread even wider, and the dick inside pressed deeper.
“…Haaang, ugh!”
Because it penetrated deeper at an unexpected moment, I had to take in the enormous thing all the way without any preparation. It felt like a giant stake was splitting me in half.
“Seems like it got deeper because I’ve been thrusting a lot.”
With a light chuckle, the flesh column that had been pressing against my organs enough to make me gag finally withdrew slowly.
He was deliberately pulling out slowly, no doubt about it. Otherwise, there’s no way I could feel the thick veins on the withdrawing column so vividly.
Tae-seon seemed quite satisfied, as he unwrapped my thigh from his waist and draped it over his shoulder. One of my legs was now raised high in the air. Feeling how perfectly we fit together below, I turned my head.
But what came next was different from what I had expected.
“Huh? What?”
I swallowed hard at his normal voice, not at all hushed. Only after slowly closing and painfully opening my eyelids could I recognize Tae-seon’s calm face. His voice had answered the phone, not addressed me.
—”Tae-seon, have you seen Seongho’s cigarettes?”
“Cigarettes?”
There was playfulness in the palm pressing gently against my lower abdomen and in his drawling voice. When he firmly pressed the plump path stretching from my lower abdomen to the left side of my solar plexus, I had to clench my teeth tightly to prevent an exclamation from escaping.
I was terrified because I couldn’t predict how my resentfully beautiful curving lips might part.
—”Yeah. We’re in front of the storage room now. That bastard said he left them in the storage room.”
Tae-seon wedged the phone between his shoulder and ear, on the side where my calf wasn’t hanging. He held my thigh and tapped a rectangular cigarette pack against his palm, making a clacking sound. A thin cigarette slipped out between Tae-seon’s fingers.
“Hmm. I don’t know.”
He stared at me intently as if I were a lighter and lit the cigarette he was holding. When he took a long drag, hollowing his cheeks slightly, the white filter quickly burned down. The bright red glow inside seemed like a watchful, monitoring gaze.
I felt uneasy in some inexplicable way. Even the hazy smoke that obscured the corner of his mouth as it dispersed between his parted lips made me anxious.
I wanted to demand what he was doing, what he was thinking. But I had no way to question him without interrupting the ongoing call, and I couldn’t risk upsetting him either. All I could do was look at him with trembling eyes, desperately hoping the call would end safely, without him saying anything more.
—”Anyway, got it. Yeah, I’ll hang up.”
“Sure, good work.”
After the call ended, I was like a log cabin that had weathered a storm, completely drained of energy. The gym storage room was once again enveloped in silence. So quiet that even the sound of Tae-seon exhaling his final puff of smoke was audible.
“What did Tae-seon say?”
“Don’t know. He doesn’t know.”
“Ah! Why didn’t you keep track of them, you moron!”
“Let’s just go! We’re super late for FIFA!”
“You come to school early tomorrow and find them, just go!”
As I heard the murmuring voices growing distant, I slumped down powerlessly. Is it over now? Is it really over? Just as I was about to feel relieved, the metal door rattled loudly.
“Ah, fuck. Fuck! Hey, come with me!”
The last one, who had apparently kicked the metal door out of frustration, disappeared too. Only then did Tae-seon burst into laughter, and I, with the tension released, shed the tears I had been holding back.
“Ah, so thrilling. Right, teacher?”
“Hic, huu…”
“Seongho is really meticulous about his cigarettes, you know.”
Tae-seon embraced the thigh draped over his shoulder. He thrust his rock-hard dick into my spread opening again. With my body twisted to one side, I was bent over, my head hanging down, swaying to the rhythm of Tae-seon’s hips.
“Hand, ahuk! Hng, it hurts. It hurts. Ahng!”
I wiggled my hands, signaling him to untie them. But Tae-seon grabbed the necktie binding my hands and pulled it toward him. Each time, I was forcefully slammed against his lower body.
“Why don’t you relax a bit? My dick hurts.”
I felt safe in Tae-seon’s arms, and Tae-seon was satisfied with me in his.
“Why are you trembling so much?”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
