The flesh on the inside of my thigh was tender, crushed beneath his grip. It was obvious the quivering skin would be left marked with vivid red fingerprints. Even when Baek Tae-beom tried to hold back, he would often lose control without realizing it—so after every encounter, my body was always left a wreck. I bit down hard to stifle the moan rising in my throat and tilted my head back. My Adam’s apple bobbed visibly. My tear-filled eyes burned. No—my whole body felt like it was being devoured by heat.
Dissatisfied with my trembling, Baek Tae-beom pressed down harder with his rough hands. Reflexively looking down, I saw his swollen cock between my legs. He hadn’t even entered me yet, but I was already soaked. A surge of shame overtook me, and I bit my lower lip until it hurt, curling and uncurling my toes without realizing it.
Baek Tae-beom approached like a beast. Swallowing the urge to claw out his ravenous gaze, I took a shaky breath. His hips moved slowly. Just the sensation of something pushing inside made my entire body tremble. No exaggeration—what he was pushing in was as thick as a grown man’s forearm. Even knowing the satisfaction that came after, the moment itself was never easy to endure.
“Ah… slowly…”
The moment I spoke, Baek Tae-beom bit my ear. His wide tongue traced my earlobe, wet with saliva, nipping lightly as if kissing. While I was struggling to take in the monstrous cock inside me, his hands roamed my body, caressing, coaxing it into response. My back arched involuntarily. The wide-open hole clung tightly to the shaft invading it.
“Ugh… hmm… uh…”
The sensation of being filled was something I could never grow used to. My insides pulsed, squeezing around the veined shaft. Unsure where to place my hands, I clutched the bedsheet before finally grabbing onto Baek Tae-beom’s shoulders. Even though I always kept my nails short, the trails I left behind were clear across his shoulders and back.
The thick foreign object, which had only been halfway in, pulled out. I felt the tender walls being dragged along with it. My face contorted without thinking, and my mouth fell open. Just then, Baek Tae-beom pushed down on me, folding my legs further inward, and with a brief grunt, drove himself in all at once through the narrow entrance.
“…!”
I couldn’t even scream—just clung tightly to Baek Tae-beom. I could feel him buried deep, as if he were anchoring himself inside me. My legs tried reflexively to close, but he pried my thighs open and began thrusting shallowly. The inside of me gripped him with no room to spare. My whole body tensed. A cold wave of shock swallowed my thoughts.
My mouth hung open as I panted like a dog. Sweat clung to every inch of my skin. I barely managed to lift my eyes to meet Baek Tae-beom’s, but the room was too dark. Shadows shrouded his face, concealing his expression. All I could sense was that he was staring down at me like prey. I reached up, wrapped my arms around him again, rubbed my face against the crook of his neck, and managed to whisper, “Let’s… go slow, okay?”
“How slow are we talking?”
His voice had a slight edge to it—enough for me to realize I’d made a mistake. He was already at the end of his rope. I gently ran my fingers down his back, trying to calm him. I could feel the tension in the tight muscles under my touch.
“Just a little… Once I adjust… ah!”
Damn it. Tears brimmed instantly. In one sharp thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. As the thick head rubbed against the sensitive inner wall, my hips bucked up involuntarily. My vision blurred from the overwhelming pleasure. I beat at Baek Tae-beom’s back with my fists, but when that didn’t work, I gave up and bit the back of my hand. It was the only way I could keep myself from moaning.
Of course, Baek Tae-beom didn’t let that slide. In a teasing voice, soft like he was scolding a child, he said, “You’ll hurt your hand… you never listen.”
I shot him a look filled with the thought—you’re the one who won’t listen, damn it—but it was pointless. The moment he started moving his hips for real, my vision went white. The surging pressure made my lower abdomen bulge visibly. My belly button popped outward, and my insides were ravaged. The pain in my folded legs was nothing compared to the sob-laced moans pouring out of me.
“Hngh… ah…!”
A partner beneath a merciless beast, swaying helplessly. The lewd slap of skin echoed around us. Baek Tae-beom kept pounding downward from above, like a beast pressing his belly against mine. It was savage. I squeezed my eyes shut, then forced them open again, clinging to him, begging. I couldn’t hold back the cries anymore. Shame had long since vanished.
I was weak to pleasure. More precisely, I was weak to that kind of relentless stimulation in one single spot. When it drilled in, over and over, I couldn’t endure. It gnawed at me. I glanced at the teeth marks embedded in the back of my hand. Baek Tae-beom moved slowly and placed a kiss on them.
“Ugh… no, not there—please…!”
“Liar. You want it.”
His voice came out like a growl, low and boiling. As he brushed the damp hair away from my face, I blinked and tears slipped down. My watery eyes distorted the world into blurs. I thought I caught a glimmer of his yellow eyes. Like those of a wild animal.
“You’re really bad at lying.”
Every breath I took came with the overwhelming sensation of being filled. It felt like he’d pushed clean through to the other side. I instinctively pressed a hand to my lower belly, trying to feel just how deep he was—but I stopped the moment his eyes narrowed. If I excited him more, I’d be the one paying for it.
Even breathing was hard. The cock buried inside me felt like it was pressing into my lungs, overwhelming me with each breath.
“No… please… slowly…”
“You always say that, but you love it when I’m rough.”
“When did I ever—ah! Uh!”
As he stirred slowly inside me, grinding, I burst into sobs. My whole body trembled. My breathing grew ragged. Baek Tae-beom let out a hollow laugh. He was mocking me—no effort to hide it. As I opened my lips to protest, he lowered his head and kissed me.
The movement of our lips meeting was tentative, almost hesitant. As our mouths parted and I ran my tongue across my lips, he slipped his in through the gap. It felt no different from being penetrated. Slick saliva and flushed flesh intertwined, and when our tongues ground together, stimulating the delicate membranes, a moan escaped me before I could stop it. Baek Tae-beom began to move his hips again. Because we were still kissing, the muffled cries spilled out between our lips. My feet, suspended in midair, twitched uncontrollably.
After kissing me breathless, Baek Tae-beom buried his face in the crook of my neck. Sensing what he was about to do, I murmured for him to stop, but he didn’t listen. He sank his teeth into the nape of my neck, hard enough to leave a red mark. He bit and licked the skin around my collarbone repeatedly with his lips. With each press and tug, the tension inside me tightened further.
The inner walls—red, trembling, slick—convulsed around him. His semen spilled out from his pulsing shaft, dripping down and pooling against my stomach. But Baek Tae-beom didn’t care. He continued mouthing my flushed skin, then lowered his head further. Just as I feared, he caught my nipple between his lips, and a hoarse, broken moan tore from my throat as I clutched his hair.
“Hic…!”
“This one’s all perked up. Did it get this way because I’ve played with it too much?”
“Stop spouting nonsense, ugh… hmm…”
Baek Tae-beom licked my nipple with his tongue, the broad strokes gliding over the swollen tip like he was savoring a ripe piece of fruit. Saliva trailed along behind. Every time his tongue slipped over the sensitive peak, my hips lifted on their own.
“Don’t move.”
“You hate it when I don’t move.”
“Are you seriously going to keep saying things like that…!”
“Tell me I’m wrong. Go on.”
God, the audacity. He was getting bolder by the day. And the worst part? I was the one who kept giving in. Because he was my lover. Because he was younger. Because he was in his physical prime. It was only a two-year age gap, but I kept yielding, so of course his behavior had spiraled out of control. I tried to push Baek Tae-beom’s face away, telling him to stop spouting crap, but there was no way someone like me—a regular civilian—could match the strength of an S-rank Awakened.
Instead of returning to my chest, he kissed my fingertips, one by one, slowly tracing his lips over the delicate dips and curves. He didn’t forget to flick his tongue over the soft mound of my palm either. My eyes quivered faintly. It wasn’t the first time he’d tried to pacify me like this. The problem was that… it kept working.
Baek Tae-beom’s eyes narrowed as he smiled, and a dull throb tingled in my lower belly. It felt like my entire body had been trained to respond to him. The pain in my bent knees started to register again, and I muttered softly, “This position… kind of hurts…”
“Yeah? Then how about this?”
Baek Tae-beom lifted my legs and rested them on his shoulders. The cock already buried to the base now felt like it had reached even deeper. Before I could say whether it felt better or worse, he laced his fingers with mine and pulled me up, grinding our bodies together as he did. A stifled gasp escaped me. The sharp pleasure lingered on my skin like a sting. It was humiliating—utterly one-sided.
“Ah… ah…!”
