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#Side 2. 5 Years Later (2)
I easily took off my shirt, but the wet jeans were a real struggle to remove.
Perhaps because I’d just had an orgasm, my body felt weak, and my hands lacked the strength to pull them down.
Furthermore, Jeong Hayun’s intense gaze, as if he wouldn’t miss even the smallest movement, was incredibly burdensome.
At this point, I was starting to resent Hayun for telling me to take them off myself.
“Need help?”
Hayun asked, watching me struggle to pull down the jeans clinging to my body.
If he was going to help, why didn’t he just let me do it myself from the start? I glared at him and shook my head. Even though I knew this was pointless stubbornness, I insisted on taking them off myself.
I pulled out one leg, then tried to pull out the other, but the stiff jeans caught on my ankle, making me stumble.
Being in the bathtub full of water made it even harder to keep my balance. Luckily, before I could fall face-first into the water, Hayun put his arms around my waist and caught me.
He seated me on the edge of the tub, then pulled off the rest of my jeans and tossed them out of the tub. Because the jeans were wet, my underwear came down with them, leaving me completely naked in front of Hayun.
Nudity wasn’t particularly embarrassing.
I was already used to his nakedness, and to being naked in front of him. I reached out and touched Hayun’s abdomen. His abs were well-defined, separated into several distinct blocks.
When I rubbed my hand over his abs, Hayun grabbed my wrist.
“If you keep stimulating me, I won’t be able to control myself.”
He said in a low, rumbling voice.
“Stimulating?…”
As if I wouldn’t keep going until I was satisfied.
I swallowed the rest of my thought. Even if it were true, saying it out loud would only make him push me harder, as if to prove me wrong.
“Can I take tomorrow off?”
Hayun asked, stroking my nape. I had been filming for several days and had returned today, so I did plan to take tomorrow off.
But I don’t think I’d told Hayun, so how did he already know? I seriously suspected he’d bribed someone on the staff.
Sitting on the edge of the tub, his lower body was easily visible. Unless I averted my gaze, I couldn’t help but see his erect dick, stiff and throbbing.
“Every time I see it…”
I trailed off, letting out a bitter laugh.
It was always astonishing that something so… weapon-like would be inside me. The human body was incredibly adaptable.
As if he understood what I was about to say, Hayun chuckled and moved closer.
His dick swayed right in front of my face. When I tried to turn my head away, Hayun grabbed my hair.
“Use your mouth.”
His low voice made me roll my eyes and look up at his face. His eyes were filled with desire.
Just once, wouldn’t it be less tiring to avoid it?
With that thought, I lowered my gaze and gently grasped his dick with one hand. I could feel the pulsing veins beneath my fingertips. I swallowed hard and opened my mouth, taking the dark red tip into my mouth.
Hooo. I heard Hayun let out a long breath. When I rubbed the smooth glans with my tongue, Hayun inserted his fingers into my hair and held me firmly.
His pull forced my face closer, pushing his dick so deep that it touched the back of my throat.
A choked gasp escaped me, and Hayun loosened his grip slightly.
I looked up at him, frowning, and saw the corner of his lips curl up in a smirk.
“Move yourself. I won’t touch you.”
Hayun raised both hands, as if to show he wouldn’t interfere. I lowered my gaze again and closed my eyes.
With my vision blocked, the fullness in my mouth felt even more intense. I slowly moved my head back and forth, rubbing his dick against my tongue and palate.
Hayun had given me oral sex countless times, but it was rare for him to tell me to do it to him. Because of this, I was still clumsy at it. I wasn’t sure if I was doing it right, or if Hayun was even enjoying it.
Contrary to my worries, the sounds of his breathing above me were growing rougher. It was a strange feeling, knowing that I was arousing him. Even though it was my mouth being used, my rear end felt a throbbing ache.
The area that still remembered his shape and heat throbbed, as if begging to be filled.
I was startled by the urge to spread my legs and touch myself.
My body had become so accustomed to sex. It was all Jeong Hayun’s fault.
When I pulled away from him and looked up, he slightly frowned and tilted his head, as if protesting my stop.
“…Give it to me.”
I mumbled, my voice barely audible. He seemed not to have heard me, so he braced his hands on the sides of the tub, leaned down, and came closer. I gasped, and moved my hand down, past my center, and further back. Hayun’s eyebrows twitched as his eyes followed my hand.
“Here, it’s throbbing.”
I said it again, louder this time, looking at Hayun. Hayun stared blankly at me, then let out a short, breathless laugh. He grabbed my arm and pulled me up, turning me around to face the wall. A hard object pressed against my rear. I tensed, fearing he would enter me immediately, but after another long breath, he pulled back slightly and pressed his fingers against my puckered entrance.
“You know you’re already wet here, right?”
His words whispered in my ear made my face flush. I wanted to retort that I couldn’t possibly be wet back there, but a finger thrust inside made me gasp.
Whether it was because I was actually wet, or because of the bath bomb, his finger slid in easily.
Creak, creak, the sound of two fingers moving in and out was loud. I reached back to grab Hayun’s arm.
“Stop, ugh, it’s okay now…”
Understanding my words, Hayun quickly withdrew his fingers and thrust his dick into me. The pressure was completely different from his fingers.
The feeling of being filled made me tremble, unable to even breathe properly.
“Hng…”
When the tip of his dick reached a certain point, a moan escaped me, despite my gritted teeth.
The inside of my abdomen tingled unbearably.
The sensation that ran through my entire body made me unsure what to do.
I clenched my hand into a fist, and Hayun grasped my hand.
Before I could catch my breath, he began thrusting. My body was pushed forward, forcing me to brace myself against the wall.
The movements were so intense that my vision blurred. Each time he moved in and out, it felt like my insides were being scraped raw.
But when he thrust deep again, an intense pleasure overwhelmed me.
The area that had subsided after my earlier orgasm was now throbbing again.
The growing urge to orgasm made me moan repeatedly.
Just as I could bear it no longer, Hayun wrapped his arms around me and squeezed my dick tightly.
The feeling of being on the verge of orgasm, then being stopped, was maddening. I writhed, but Hayun held me so tightly that I couldn’t escape.
“Hand, hng, please, let go… ugh, hyung…”
I tried to push his hand away from my dick, but my body kept shaking, making my attempts futile.
Despite this, the continuous pleasure made my whole body tremble.
I felt like my head would explode, and Hayun pushed into me with a force that felt like he would tear me in two.
A dizzying sensation washed over me, and Hayun stiffened, breathing roughly.
Huk, huk, ragged breaths filled the air.
I couldn’t tell if the humid air was from the bathwater or my own breath.
When Hayun pulled back, his dick withdrew, and something slid down my thigh.
It was Hayun’s mark.
My body still tingled, making it impossible to move.
Gasping for breath, I looked down.
Only Hayun’s semen flowed down my thigh. I hadn’t come.
Yet, the dizzying sensation felt like my brain was numb.
“Did it go inside?”
Hayun whispered in my ear, his arms still around my waist.
I was too breathless to answer, only able to gasp for air.
I’d told him countless times that this was more exhausting than just having an orgasm, but it was useless.
He seemed to deliberately try to make me cum only from anal sex.
“I really hate this.”
I mumbled, and I felt him chuckle behind me.
I wondered if it was love or hate, when Hayun wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me. He set me down outside the tub, and I just let it happen.
The bathwater was unusable anyway, mixed with semen.
I was about to shower, but before I could even stand under the showerhead, Hayun scooped me up and carried me to the bedroom.
Thump.
I propped myself up on my elbows, looking up at Hayun.
Why wasn’t his dick softening, even after he’d come?
Was it just my imagination that it looked even bigger than before?
Hayun crawled on top of me.
It had only been ten days, so it wouldn’t end with just one time.
Resigned, I relaxed my body, and Hayun’s lips curled into a smile as he pushed my legs open.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
