It was the first time I’d heard him say something hurt. I lifted my hazy eyes to look at him. My hips twitched with excitement. The hole swallowing his cock contracted. He stared at my upturned face, then, as if entranced, leaned in and licked my lips.
His tongue gently parted my lips and slid inside, tracing my palate and tangling with my tongue. He pressed his body against mine, leaving no space between us. His cock pushed deeper, spreading the tight spot that wouldn’t open easily.
I dug my nails into his shoulders and scratched his back. As his hips started moving again, the kiss grew fiercer. He lapped up every drop of saliva pooling in my mouth while slamming into me with brutal force.
Another wave of intense pleasure crashed over me. The moment I barely pulled away from his kiss, a pained moan escaped me.
The man left a peck on my cheek, licked my earlobe, and slowly stopped his movements before whispering:
“Now, try moving yourself.”
The hand gripping my waist firmly made me tilt my neck back blankly.
It was like a magic spell. Maybe I was hypnotized. Or maybe I was just rationalizing—since I’d never move my hips on my own.
I started moving my hips. With his cock still inside me, I lifted my hips, pulling him almost all the way out before swallowing him back inside. Every time the sensitive spot was perfectly stimulated, my whole body trembled. My vision turned red. His boiling moans acted as a trigger, and I lost control of myself, moving like an animal.
I scratched his back, leaving marks, and thrust wildly. By the time I realized what I was doing, my cock was already dripping with semen, and his hot release had spilled deep inside me.
There was no time for self-loathing. I was pulled off the bed and onto the floor, where he brutally impaled me again. His sex was like an animal’s mating—raw, primal. I was swept up in the musky scent of a male, my body melting. It felt like my brain was being dissolved in acid, like someone had reached inside and shaken it violently. I was a fool, drooling and lost in sex.
After the rough, mind-numbing sex, he carried me to the bathroom and washed me. The hot water rinsed away the heat from my flushed body, dripping onto the floor. He laid me in the bathtub and gently wiped me clean, then casually said:
“Should I take off the shackle?”
At first, I didn’t understand. I looked at him with blurred eyes, silently asking for clarification. He patiently wiped the moisture from my eyes and asked again, slowly:
“The. Shackle. Should. I. Take. It. Off?”
Hearing it word by word snapped me back to reality. I widened my eyes and sat up, grabbing his wrist.
“What? You’ll take it off?”
“……I said I would if you behaved. And it’s weird for family to do this kind of thing.”
“Take it off.”
The man tilted his head. He traced my temple with a strange look, then gently, insidiously asked again:
“What will you give me in return?”
“I’ll have sex with you.”
He laughed softly. He climbed into the bathtub and sat across from me, lifting one of my legs to examine it. Realizing what he wanted, I spread my other leg for him. He leaned in and kissed the shackle on my ankle. It was almost sacred. He licked from the shackle to my instep, then to my toes.
A shiver ran down my spine. I watched his red tongue slip between my toes, narrowing my eyes.
I felt his cock, which had softened after release, slowly hardening again. I licked my lips and sighed—a sigh laced with anticipation. He must have known what it meant. For some reason, I felt entangled. Once my soul started being honest, it slid downhill without end.
The man rubbed his cock against my ass underwater. And there, in the bathroom, we had sex again—with the shackle still on.
The shackle fell from my ankle.
Even with the shackle gone, the man carried me out of the bathroom. I clung to his neck, staring at my dangling ankle. The red line on my left ankle, half-blurred in my hazy mind, was still vivid—a scar, precise as if carved with a knife.
***
“Is something wrong with Siwoo today?”
“His girlfriend hasn’t been answering his calls.”
I glanced at Jin-wook, who answered abruptly, and rested my chin on my hand. Sipping the beer a junior had poured for me, I stared at my phone. Just as Jin-wook said, I hadn’t been able to reach my girlfriend since yesterday. I’d checked KakaoTalk all day, and though I hesitated to call—worried it might seem clingy since we’d only just started dating—I finally tried, but she didn’t answer.
“That girl, right? The pretty one. Does she go to our school? What’s her major?”
“Metal design.”
Baseok sunbae’s interest sparked a flurry of chatter—how pretty the art students were, how I, an engineering major, had managed to land a girlfriend from the art department, how some guys were just destined to succeed. I nibbled on the snacks, but my eyes were fixed on my phone.
I didn’t know much about her besides her contact info. Without her reaching out, I had no way of knowing where she lived. All I could do was wait. I’d spent the whole day wandering near the art building, hoping to run into her friends by chance, but the vast art department made that unlikely.
“Siwoo hyung seems like the eldest son.”
I lifted my head at the sudden comment. The conversation had shifted from my girlfriend to guessing each other’s birth order. I’d never liked these kinds of talks.
“Why?”
“You take care of people well. You have a good personality.”
“Do I?”
Jin-wook, who knew my situation, looked at me anxiously, as if worried I might be upset. Thankfully, he drew attention to himself and interjected:
“What about me?”
“You seem like the eldest too, Jin-wook hyung.”
“Really? I do take care of people.”
“You bully us so much, you must be the eldest. My hyung too…… Eek!”
Jin-wook’s ominous “See you later” made the junior pale. I smirked at the junior’s terrified expression after crossing Jin-wook. The topic of family seemed to have ended, but Heon, sitting across from me and sipping a drink, suddenly asked:
“What about me?”
“Hmm. Second son?”
I half-listened to their conversation, dropping my gaze to the screen. The dark atmosphere of the pojangmacha made only my face, reflected on the screen, glow brightly.
“I’m an only child. I lived with my grandmother when I was little, but now I live with my mom and dad. I’m living on my own now with their permission……”
He was giving too many details. I skimmed the unanswered KakaoTalk screen and reflexively looked up at Heon. Our eyes met—whether he’d been staring at me or it was coincidence, I didn’t know. I flinched, feeling a pang of guilt, and put my phone down. My focus was solely on it. What was she doing now? Maybe she just didn’t check her phone often. But a whole day without contact was odd. Was it because we’d just started dating? Was I not good enough? All kinds of thoughts raced through my mind. I’d been called out, but I couldn’t concentrate at all.
“My grandmother ran a small convenience store, but she had dementia and sometimes didn’t recognize me.”
“Really?”
“Do you guys have any more family stories?”
Family stories. Heon had already shifted his gaze from me to Jin-wook. I didn’t like these family talks. But I was curious about Jin-wook’s family. I’d seen and heard something a few days ago.
Jin-wook scratched his nose as everyone’s attention turned to him.
“My dad died when I was young. Now I live with my mom.”
He left out the part about having a brother. Just as I remembered, there was no “brother” in Jin-wook’s family story. My memory wasn’t wrong. I’d definitely overheard that they lived together, so why was he hiding it? Why did he avoid talking about his brother?
I stared at Jin-wook’s profile, then casually asked while sipping my beer:
“No siblings?”
“……What?”
Jin-wook’s head snapped toward me. His startled expression told me I’d hit the mark. I pretended not to notice and added:
“I overheard somewhere. That you have a brother.”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
