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“Hello?”
—Where are you? I don’t even know how many times I’ve tried to reach you.
“I’m at a hotel. Sorry I couldn’t get in touch.”
—Nothing’s wrong, is there? Your older brother came home yesterday, but you—no contact, not even coming home. I asked Lee Gyeongjin, and he said he dropped you off at a gathering and left right after. Why is everyone I employ so useless lately?
Ugh, I knew this would happen. I told Lee Gyeongjin to keep it a secret, but since I didn’t go home, Father must have grilled him. And of course, things had to go wrong at the worst time.
“Don’t blame him. I was the one who insisted on going when he didn’t want to. Stop harassing my attendant and firing people left and right. You’ll start rumors.”
—If they can’t do their job properly, why should I pay them? That’s not the point—why did you sleep at a hotel? And why no contact?
Thankfully, Father remembered the reason he called and shifted his attention away from Lee Gyeongjin. It was sad to be back under scrutiny, but at least an innocent man wasn’t getting cursed out.
“My heat suddenly started. I wasn’t in any condition to go home, so I stayed at the hotel for the night. I just woke up and couldn’t call you sooner.”
—Good God, weren’t you taking suppressants?
“I didn’t even know when my heat was, let alone what a heat was. Anyway, I got through it fine. I’ll rest a little longer and head out. I just woke up, so I’ll sleep a bit more. Don’t worry, I’m hanging up.”
I cut him off before he could respond. The phone rang again immediately, but I declined the call, and after that, he didn’t try again.
Ugh, I’m exhausted.
I tossed my phone onto the nightstand and buried my face back into the bed. The man who had gotten up at some point returned, drinking water as he approached.
“So you really didn’t know anything.”
“Did you think I was joking this whole time?”
You were the one getting fucked plenty, weren’t you? The look on his face turned strange at my added remark.
“I want water too. Why that face?”
He handed me the water bottle and sighed.
“I thought you were some pampered rich kid, but every word out of your mouth sounds like it belongs to some back-alley thug. I can’t figure you out.”
The man had sharp instincts. I answered with a smirk and drank the water, downing the half-full bottle in one go before tossing the empty container onto the floor. I hadn’t had a single sip since last night—no wonder I was parched.
“Get up. It’s time to go.”
“Can’t I sleep a little longer?”
“It’s late, but I still have to go to work. If I stay here any longer, I might get swept up in your heat again.”
“I just want to sleep.”
There was no way this body could take another step. Sex really was an exhausting workout.
The man, who had disappeared for a moment, returned just as I was drifting off. He gently shook my shoulder, and I forced my heavy eyelids open.
“I’ll put up the Do Not Disturb sign. If you’re really tired, you can sleep a little longer before leaving. I told them to bring you suppressants, so take those, rest, and then go.”
“Yeah, thanks.”
I only understood half of what he said, but it sounded like permission to sleep, so I expressed my gratitude. The man pulled the crumpled blanket over me and moved quietly, his footsteps fading. My consciousness slipped away as I listened to the receding sounds.
∞ ∞ ∞
Bugs were crawling all over my body. Wriggling, squirming, climbing up my arms and legs, gnawing at my flesh. The stinging pain made me want to brush them off, but I couldn’t move a single finger.
Ugh, haaa. My tongue was stiff, and all that escaped my throat was a beast-like whimper.
I thrashed, trying to shake off the bugs, and—thud—fell hard. My body shattered into pieces. Just like when I grabbed Cha Su-kyung to save him from the overpass.
I writhed, my limbs sprawled, and Cha Su-kyung stood over me, grinding his heel into my crushed body.
“Happy to be alive? Happy to live on in my body?!”
His resentment pierced me like a dagger. The cold rebuke carved into my chest, tangible and brutal.
“Stop it. Stop. You were the one who said you wanted to die. I tried to save you. I tried to keep you alive. But you still died—you’re the one who died!”
Why was he blaming me? He was the one who said he wanted to die. He was the one who dragged my body down with him. I did nothing wrong.
I gasped for breath to survive, twisting my mangled limbs to escape. Enduring pain to keep living—it was something I was all too familiar with.
This pain was laughable. I would survive. He could just watch. Everything he had would be mine. The things he tried to hide—I’d find them. While I took everything, he wouldn’t be able to do a thing.
I struggled blindly, reaching toward the faint light in the distance with my tattered hands. Suddenly—slap—a sharp sting exploded across my cheek.
“Wake up.”
I sucked in a breath and opened my eyes. The darkened room slowly revealed the man’s familiar face.
“My body… hurts.”
“Told you to take the suppressants… You really don’t listen.”
The man’s voice was strained as he hauled my sprawled body back onto the bed. Even so, my body, now experienced, instinctively clung to him.
“Hold me. Touch me. Get inside me and fuck me.”
“You’re…”
His expression was disapproving, but his crotch, pressed against me, was rock-hard. I frantically unzipped his pants and took his thick cock into my mouth. The rich scent of dark chocolate flooded my senses.
With no technique, I sloppily sucked and slurped like I was licking an ice cream cone. The man gripped my hair and thrust his cock deep into my throat, the rigid shaft pressing against my tongue and scraping the back of my throat.
“Nngh, ugh…”
His pubes tickled my nose. I convulsed, unable to breathe, but he didn’t slow down, pulling back only to ram himself in again. The tip caught on my lips, and the moment I gasped for air, he plunged back in.
Pre-cum mixed with saliva dripped from the corners of my mouth. I coughed and gagged, but his movements remained rough.
My lips stretched to their limit, stinging as if they might tear, and my mouth ached from the relentless pounding of his hard cock.
Tears welled in my eyes as I looked up at him, but I still moved my tongue, licking the cock forcing its way in.
His shaft bent as it pressed past my throat, but its length and girth were too much—it wouldn’t all fit. I gripped the base, stroking it as I hollowed my cheeks, sucking hard.
The scent filling my nose, the heat spreading from my mouth, the way his fingers tangled tightly in my hair—it all drove me wild.
I pulled his cock from my mouth and rubbed it against my face, grinding my ass, desperate for him to fuck me from behind. I caressed his precious cock with my hands, lapping at the slick, saliva-coated tip.
“Back… put it in the back. Please?”
“Turn around. On your hands and knees.”
The man growled, low and animalistic. I flipped over, lifting my ass high in the air.
Even fully exposed, I felt no shame. I just wanted him to shove his cock inside me.
I wiggled my hips impatiently, and he gripped my ass cheeks, spreading them apart before rubbing the slick tip of his cock against my crack.
“Hurry… hurry…”
“Stop rushing me.”
I reached back, fingers probing my hole. It was crusted with the dried remnants of last night—his cum, leaked out and sticky. When I pushed a finger inside, my scorching inner walls clenched around it. The cum still trapped inside oozed out, coating my fingers.
“Ah, nngh…”
Before I could pull my finger out, he forced his cock in. The thick head pressed against my hole, and I quickly withdrew my hand. My dry hole was already slick enough to take him without resistance.
“It hurts…”
The stretching sensation was still unfamiliar, and I whimpered like a needy puppy. The man chuckled darkly, pressing his groin against me, grinding deep.
My body sank under the pressure, but he wrapped an arm around my waist, lifting me as he began to thrust. The crumpled white sheets beneath me rippled like waves.
“Ah, nnngh… ugh…”
Every thrust sent pleasure coursing through me. It wasn’t just where his cock rubbed inside me—his hands, his skin brushing against mine, my entire body felt like an erogenous zone.
Like a bird with torn wings, I hunched my shoulders, clutching the sheets as my body trembled. Each time he plunged deep, an indescribable sensation washed over me—terrifying, yet intoxicating.
His thrusts were violent, almost brutal. His cock was a raging beast, and he unleashed it without restraint.
My inner walls burned from the friction, but the speed of his pounding didn’t lessen. The heat was unbearable, as if I might ignite at any moment. My hole stretched taut, on the verge of tearing.
“It hurts, nngh… ugh? It hurts…”
I whined like a child, rubbing my face against the sheets. The man pulled me up, forcing me to face him as he sat back, his cock still buried inside me. I flinched as he licked the tears from my cheeks.
“Does it really hurt? Just pain?”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
