Chapter 74
“Hngh… ah…”
The sheet crumpled in my grip. I tried to scramble backward, but the hand gripping my waist wouldn’t let me move. Ever since I’d let him touch me in a daze, I’d been dragged into the bedroom and laid down on the bed. Kim Doyun swallowed the breath that spilled from my hastily pressed lips. The ceiling spun above me. My half-pulled-down pants and underwear slid down past my knees. Doyun’s hands roamed over my body relentlessly, as if checking for something.
When his tongue pushed into my mouth, the way his brows twitched was almost beautiful. Even in my dazed state, I traced the fleshy intruder with my own tongue, nipping at it. The faint crease that formed between his brows when I grazed him with my teeth was just as good. Amid the chaos, I managed to think about how much I liked Doyun’s reactions—until I felt his hand slip between my legs and sucked in a sharp breath.
“Ah, wait—”
His fingers slid along my skin, creeping toward the most embarrassing place. Doyun stared down at me with terrifying seriousness as he began to move his hand. Just the entanglement of our tongues and the way his fingers explored my body made my cock stiffen at the mere thought of his touch. I could feel him smirk, and in a panic, I tried to cover myself with my hand—but he pressed his body against mine and snatched my wrist away.
“Do you not want me?”
His lips brushed lightly against my eyes, my nose. The last traces of resistance melted at that single question. My mind was already foggy, my body tense with arousal, and when he asked if I didn’t want him, my thoughts spun out of control.
In that moment, his fingers slid between my legs again, tapping my erect cock before dragging along my perineum.
“D-Doyun-ssi!”
I flailed, trying to stop him. He gave me a look as if to ask, Why?
“Th-that, that’s—”
It was too fast. Flustered, I stammered, and Doyun’s lips curled up. I could feel his fingers slowly retreating, then gliding forward again. His long fingers lightly stroked my cock, which only grew harder under his touch.
Shame. I squirmed, trying to pry his hand away, but the moment his fingers wrapped tightly around my shaft, my struggles stopped. The sound that wouldn’t come out clawed its way up my throat as a moan. His fingers traced my cock as if memorizing its shape—root, veins, the head. When his nail grazed the most sensitive spot beneath the crown, my vision burned. Panting, I grabbed his hand, not to stop him, but because the pleasure and embarrassment were too much. But I couldn’t do more than that. Doyun watched my trembling hand, then slowly dragged his thumb over my crown before gripping my cock and stroking it with my own hand trapped beneath his.
“Ngh—uh!”
My neck and shoulders tensed. I twisted my hips, gasping for air. The pleasure made my fingers dig into his hand, and I let out a short moan, my legs tangling. Being forced to jerk myself off under his control scrambled my thoughts. Or—could this even be called jerking off? His large, firm hand gripped my cock, moving it, and mine was just caught in the middle, rubbing against his palm. Even that was enough to make my lower abdomen clench.
My oversensitive cock and my feverish mind throbbed. I clenched my toes, trying to hold back, but the rising excitement was impossible to suppress. The tip of my cock grew damp.
“No, no…”
I gulped down air, shaking my head frantically. I tried to shove the overwhelming pleasure back down, but despite my efforts, my slick crown easily spilled cum. Ah… Every time a pulse of release shot through my cock, the world tilted. But what drove me even crazier than the pleasure of orgasm was the sight of Doyun slowly dragging his fingers through the cum splattered across my chest, then licking them clean.
The moment I saw that, shame burned through me. He frowned slightly after tasting it, then wiped his lips. The way he clicked his tongue made it clear—it didn’t taste good. Of course it didn’t. It was bitter, maybe even disgusting; there was no way it could taste good… I fumbled to wipe his hand for him, but he was faster. His fingers slid back between my spread legs.
Huh. I exhaled in surprise, trying to pull away, but he pressed his body against mine, pinning me down.
“I want to.”
“…Ah.”
“Is that not okay?”
His lips brushed slowly against my ear. I bit my lip, flustered, unable to form words. I had thought about what it would be like to do this with him—just not now, not like this… So suddenly? For real?
While I hesitated, his hand pushed deeper between my legs. My thighs tensed, but I couldn’t stop his fingers. I felt them press against my hole, then hesitate. His eyes narrowed slightly as he considered something before suddenly slipping one finger inside.
“Ngh!”
The sudden intrusion made my back arch. The foreign sensation in a place I’d never expected to feel anything sent my mind reeling. Discomfort and sharp arousal clashed violently.
“Ah.”
“D-Doyun-ssi, hngh!”
He pulled me close, holding me tight as his finger pushed all the way in, and let out a low laugh. “Hah… I really didn’t think it’d be like this…”
What? Before I could ask, a second finger began to pry its way inside. His eyes were fixed intently, like he’d just tasted something delicious, his throat rumbling as he stirred his fingers inside me. The moment they found their place, they began probing deeper, searching.
“W-what are you—ngh!”
“Just a second…”
“Doyun-ssi!”
He was ruthlessly digging into a place that had nothing to give, and the dry, stretching pain made my eyes sting with unshed tears. I pushed against the bed, trying to escape, but the tangled sheets around my feet trapped me.
Only then did Doyun seem to realize how dry I was. He pulled his fingers out with a regretful expression, then gripped my cock.
“Hngh!”
Just that was enough to make my lower body throb. He stared at my stiff cock, then began rubbing the crown with his thumb, his hand moving fast. Even without any real teasing, just the way he urged me toward release made my vision blur.
Slap. Slap.
My abdomen tightened, my toes curling. I didn’t even notice the stinging emptiness or the way my legs were spreading wider—I was too busy panting. His thumb pressed down on my crown until it flushed red. Pre-cum beaded out, coating his fingers as they worked my cock.
“Ah, ah!”
Another release came too easily. Just a few strokes from him were enough to make my hips lock up, my mouth hanging open as drool spilled out. I writhed weakly against the damp sheets, my mind too hazy with shame and pleasure to protest. Before I could even process the embarrassment of coming so fast, Doyun pressed his lips to mine again. His slightly furrowed brow showed clear hunger, a thirst that hadn’t been quenched.
I tried to pull away, to say his name, but I couldn’t. He scooped up the cum and smeared it over my hole before pushing his fingers back inside. I jolted, grabbing his arm—the position so awkward that my face burned. My hand was gripping his wrist between my spread legs, and—god—when I realized how it must look, I squeezed my eyes shut. Doyun seemed to notice too, because I heard him chuckle. Squelch. His finger sank deeper into my slightly loosened hole. I yanked at his wrist.
“Why?”
“Th-this, this doesn’t feel—right.”
“…You don’t want to do this with me?”
“No, it’s not that—”
I bit my lip, unable to argue. Honestly, the way he’d made me come under his control had been sudden, but it had felt good. My head was still foggy from the lingering pleasure. And the mood was already here… But it was my first time, and the fear made it hard to say yes. Doyun seemed to sense that.
“Are you scared?”
“……”
“Seongho-ssi.”
His eyes were darker than usual. He pressed his forehead to mine, soothing me.
“It’s okay.”
I swallowed hard. His words made my resolve waver. But the idea of letting something inside me was still hard to accept. Even one finger felt overwhelming—how could I handle more? Did he notice my hesitation? His lips, curved in a smile just moments ago, softened as his eyes fluttered shut. He whispered against my mouth.
“I want to do this with you.”
His breath carried the words into me. That alone was enough to decide.