Side Story 2 – 15
It was long and slow. Instead of pushing deep inside, seeking pleasure as usual, and gradually loosening up, he tried to insert it all at once from the beginning, making it incredibly difficult. Saheon hyung also gritted his teeth, as if enduring a low moan. After a long act of repeated thrusts and withdrawals, the summit came into view.
“Hup, hu, euung, all… all done?”
“Yeah. All done. All done.”
My insides felt like they were rising up, and my stomach felt full. His rough pubic hair tickled my tender skin. Panting, I finally received him, closing my eyes to the tender kiss that landed on my eyelids.
A deep itch spread through my heart. Wasn’t this truly like our first night? It felt more like a first night than the memory of my first experience, where I only cried in pain and Saheon hyung was about to stop, but I stubbornly held onto him until the end.
But there was no regret. The ability to fully feel the pleasure given by my gentle hyung was thanks to that painful and difficult first experience.
Soon, slow thrusts began. The sensation of his dick, already deep inside, withdrawing was so good that goosebumps erupted all over me.
“…Ah, h-huut, ah…. Euung….”
“You’re wearing that… Haa, it’s so damn hot.”
My ears burned at hyung’s vulgar words, contrasting with his gentle actions. His dick, which had been withdrawing as if crushing the sensitive spot, slowly entered again. The slower pace than usual made it even more intense, driving me nearly mad.
Saheon hyung closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of my insides wriggling, letting out a low moan. Of course, I, who could feel exactly how his dick moved inside my sensitive body, was in absolute agony.
“Ah, hu, eup….”
And because of the position, I could feel him going deeper than usual. Every time his dick brushed against the strangely constricting inner part, a terrifying pleasure shot through me, making my legs tremble uncontrollably.
“Ah, ah-hu, uut, ah…! Faster, faster…”
“Faster?”
“Yeah, h-huut, ah…! Harder, harder…”
“If you beg so cutely, I don’t want to listen.”
I glared at him, surprised by his unexpected response. His playful, teasing attitude, despite his gentle tone that seemed to imply he’d grant everything, didn’t sit well with me. I suddenly squeezed my buttocks. Saheon hyung made a pained sound, “Ugh,” and furrowed his brow. It felt somewhat satisfying.
“Oh, Lee Cheongmyeong.”
Where was the noble young master? Saheon hyung, as he usually was, appeared. His expression, though showing his teeth, seemed more threatening than smiling. He said,
“You’ve grown a lot, haven’t you? Uut…!”
With the same playful spirit, I squeezed my buttocks again. The furrow between Saheon hyung’s brows deepened. Observing his ever-changing expression as I tightened and loosened my inner muscles, I found myself feeling mischievous.
His rough breathing, right next to my ear, further heightened my excitement, igniting my wicked thoughts. I tightened the muscles in my legs, which were wrapped around his waist, pressing him closer to me. It wasn’t difficult since our ankles were crossed.
“Euung, ha, eu, ung….”
It was difficult, but not impossible, for me to move while lying down. As I started to move my hips, Saheon hyung let out a breath as if he couldn’t believe it.
“I didn’t know my bride was this wild.”
“…Who did you learn that from?”
“My, my.”
The corners of my lips curled up slightly in victory. Saheon hyung swept his bangs back carelessly and sighed, “Huu.” When his body separated from mine, which had been tightly pressed against his, it felt like a cool breeze was blowing from somewhere.
“It’s not that you’ve grown a lot, you’ve fully grown.”
“…H-hut, euung, aa….”
Saheon hyung slowly resumed his thrusts. Because my legs were wrapped around his waist, my hips were raised, allowing him to penetrate deeper than before. Perhaps reflecting my request, the pace was no longer excruciatingly slow, but it was still slower than usual.
“H-euu, ah, euut….”
The tingling pleasure made me moan involuntarily. As the excitement, felt slowly but surely, built up layer by layer, I closed my eyes to concentrate. Saheon hyung, who had inhaled sharply, “Tssup,” suddenly spoke as if he’d just remembered something.
“But honey. Didn’t they used to make a hole in the door and watch the first night?”
My eyes snapped open. A glint appeared in Saheon hyung’s eyes. The slightly raised corner of his lips was ominous. Sure enough, Saheon hyung, who had subtly wrapped his arms around my waist, began to describe the scene in detail.
“What did my bride say? Did he ask me to do it faster? Harder?”
“Th-that… Ah!”
Pak! His dick thrust in so forcefully that my body shook violently. A short, scream-like sound escaped my lips at the sudden movement.
“Ah! Eu-heuk, ah…! Euung!”
“Oh, someone seems to be watching from outside.”
Saheon hyung possessed incredible acting skills when it came to role-playing, and his talent was evident even in his seemingly insignificant whispers. A sudden wave of shame washed over me. Even though I knew better than anyone that it was impossible, recalling my words and actions from just now made my face flush.
“What’s this? Why are you tightening more? Excited, honey?”
I shook my head, my lips pressed tightly together, but an uncontrollable moan escaped between my lips. It was because Saheon hyung kept whispering things that sounded dirty to my ears.
“I only thought you were quiet, but… the young master who begs to be pounded harder.
Does your mother-in-law know? Ah, is she secretly watching right now?”
“Hyung, stop, h-heuk, ah! Aa!”
The sense of victory I had felt vanished without a trace. Pak pak, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed. Hyung pounded me as hard as I wanted, but my mouth was definitely ruined.
“Huu…. There must have been servants who masturbated while looking at the pretty young master. But they didn’t know you were this wild, haa, right? Huh? Right now, everyone outside is watching because they heard the young master is having his first night?”
“Ah, don’t, say, ah, h-huut, aa!”
My body jolted with the violent thrusts. Even though the rough cloth rubbed against my back, his lewd words and the tingling sensation of approaching climax kept me from stopping. Saheon hyung grabbed my waist, which had slid down, pulling me closer. It felt like he was piercing me all the way to the depths.
“Ah, h-heuk! Eu-ah! Aa!”
“I wonder if you’re regretting not trying it. Haa, shit…. Why am I angry.”
The last words were more like a mutter, but I reached my climax involuntarily. I didn’t even realize I’d come. I only found out because hyung, whose head was probably muddled, told me.
“Did the baby already come out?”
“Hu, euu, ah…!”
“I have to do laundry again.”
My face flushed. When I confirmed that my semen was splattered on my jacket, as Saheon hyung said, I strangely felt like tears were welling up. As I gasped for breath, still reeling from the sudden climax, Saheon hyung unexpectedly grabbed my dick.
“Ah! H-huut, hyung!”
He touched my sensitive area, which had just finished cumming. The way he blocked my glans with his hand made my vision go white. I think I screamed, but no sound came out. I managed to escape his grasp by twisting my waist, but a sensitive moan had already escaped my lips.
“…Uut! Ah! Aa!”
“I’m helping you. My bride keeps cumming. We have to go together. Stay still!”
Saheon hyung scolded me as he covered my glans again. My struggles made his movements rougher, and the edge of my loosened robe accidentally covered my glans, making me almost cum again.
“…Ah! Aa!”
Another moan escaped my lips. I was completely out of it. It seemed like I’d cum again involuntarily, but I couldn’t be sure because hyung was blocking my lower body.
It was a sensation I’d never experienced before. The act of rubbing my overly sensitive glans repeatedly with the cloth caused a strong urge to urinate, making me gasp for air, almost as if I were choking.
“…Baby?”
Sensing something was wrong, Saheon hyung cautiously called out to me, but I had no energy to respond.
My whole body trembled like an aspen leaf. The rough yet soft hanbok cloth wrapped around my glans, constantly moving, made me feel like I was going insane. It was a subtle movement, but a sound like a sob kept escaping my open mouth.
“…Ah! Ah! …Aa!”
I sobbed, grabbing Saheon hyung’s wrist with trembling hands. Instead of words, I kept letting out sobbing sounds.
“Hyung, hyuung, eu, euut, scared, ah, a-euk…!”
“Scared? Why are you scared…”
Saheon hyung echoed my words and gently removed the cloth from his grasp. But my waist trembled again, and a scream-like sound burst out.
“Ah! Aa! A-heuk!”
“…Is it because of this?”
As if he’d figured something out, the corners of Saheon hyung’s lips curled up mischievously. This time it was intentional. The rough cloth, damp with my semen, brushed against my glans again. My waist jumped, and my whole body twisted.
“Eu, h-ua! Aa! Aa!!”
My body trembled like a seizure. And because of the intentional act that started with an accident, the strange urge to urinate kept building. I shook my head vigorously, still clutching his wrist, begging in a slurred voice.
“Ah, eu-heuk, no, stop, please, hyung, hyuung, bathroom, ah, ah!”
“Need to pee? Pee. This is amazing.”
A mischievous expression appeared on hyung’s face, which had been hesitant. The mischievous smile showed that the bride who had just spent his first night was gone.
Side Story 2 – 16 (End)
Saheon hyung continued his slow thrusts, focusing on stimulating my glans with the damp edge of the robe. The maddening pleasure, felt from front to back, made me feel like I was going completely insane.
“Hu, h-euu, ah! Aa! Stop, hu, h-euk, ah!”
I knew what would happen if I left it as it was, having experienced it quite a few times. I shook my head, sobbing. I couldn’t keep still, constantly wriggling, but there was nowhere to escape.
“Ah, a-euk, aa!”
Pak! My waist bent from the sudden deep thrust. The urge to urinate, once felt, grew stronger. Holding it in was becoming more painful. Saheon hyung smiled slyly, covering the tip of my dick with the wet robe, and then began thrusting mercilessly, like a spurt.
“……!”
I couldn’t even moan properly. Only intermittent gasps for air, as if I were choking, escaped my open mouth.
Saheon hyung’s movements, aimed at the climax, brought a cruel pleasure to the tip of my glans. My vision was already blurred with tears. My body shook up and down, emitting sounds that were a mix of screams and sobs.
“…Ah! H-euk! Ah, aa!!”
The throbbing that spread from my heart became intense heat. I could no longer control the moans escaping my mouth.
Saheon hyung held my head, which kept hitting the headboard of the bed. Thanks to this, the hand blocking my dick was removed, and the blocked pleasure exploded. Losing control, the culmination of my pushed-to-the-limit senses was a lightning-like climax.
“…Ah, aa! H-euu, h-euk…!”
At the same time, a clear liquid spurted from the tip of my dick. My limbs trembled as if they weren’t my own. It was an unfamiliar act. Saheon hyung had a bad habit of continuing his thrusts even while cumming, so the clear liquid splattered everywhere.
“…Ah, a-uut, hu, aa…!”
The blinding climax signaled the end of the act, and the shame that came afterward made me burst into tears. The trickling liquid felt like urine to me, no matter how many times hyung told me it wasn’t.
“Haa….”
Saheon hyung, who had also seemed to cum, slowed his movements after several more thrusts inside my still tightly constricted insides. As if enjoying the throbbing of my still trembling insides, he remained inside me even after cumming, kissing me for quite a while before finally letting out a satisfied sigh and withdrawing.
The feeling of being spread open from the intense intercourse was still vivid. But I, who couldn’t even move a finger, was too busy calming my ragged breathing.
The jeogori now looked undeniably damp to anyone who saw it. As I thought about where that moisture had come from, I felt so embarrassed that I wanted to burrow into the ground. Saheon hyung, having untied the strings of my jeogori, threw the damp garment aside.
“Well done. You look pretty.”
With a soft whisper, he pressed his lips firmly against my forehead and tried to lie down next to me. As always, it seemed he intended to pull me close and chat about this and that, but even amidst my trembling body, I mustered the last of my strength to turn my back on him. Saheon hyung let out a hollow laugh at my clear protest and grabbed my arm, shaking it.
“Madam.”
“……”
“Are you sulking, Madam? Madam?”
I sniffled and curled up like a shrimp. I was far too embarrassed by the damp jeogori, my body, and the sheets. I had clearly said I wanted to go to the bathroom. I had told him to stop because it felt too much. At my age, it was utterly shameful to engage in such acts with hyung and then have to relieve myself. Wiping my tear-streaked face against the sheets, I muttered weakly towards Saheon hyung who was hugging me from behind.
“…You said it was our wedding night.”
“…Ah.”
Perhaps recalling the theme of our little play too late, Saheon hyung let out a weak sound. Looking back, both he and I tended to get more excited than usual when we wore different underwear or special costumes.
Realizing belatedly that the hanbok was of the same nature, I let out a gloomy groan. But I was just as eager to rush in. It was also me who couldn’t contain the rising excitement since I had been at Chaehun-hyung’s house.
I knew it, but the embarrassment of having done something other than ejaculation didn’t fade even when I turned my back. Moreover, what kind of newlywed treats his bride like this? I muttered curses, gathering a fierce spirit from deep within.
“…You deserve a beating.”
“Ah, ahh, Cheongmyeong…!”
***
I showered with Saheon under the pretext of him washing me. As expected, we ended up touching each other here and there, and our eyes met, leading us to do it once more in the bathroom.
Even though we had already finished, things heated up again, and by the time we were done, I had to be carried out of the steamy bathroom by Saheon in a half-unconscious state.
I was lost in a daze after that. In my semi-conscious state, I felt Saheon dressing me, covering me with a warm blanket, and kissing my forehead, but I didn’t have the strength to open my eyes and respond. I drifted off to sleep as I heard Saheon rustling about after finishing the cleanup and leaving the room.
I woke up in the early morning. Although the blackout curtains were drawn, I instinctively knew that dawn hadn’t yet arrived.
Saheon was asleep, holding me from behind. I carefully turned to face him. As I watched his peacefully sleeping face, I had the unusual feeling for a younger partner that “he looks as pretty as an angel when he sleeps.”
After watching him for a while, I suddenly felt thirsty. My throat was dry from all the shouting earlier. I gently patted Saheon’s cheek and kissed him on the cheekbone. Since I hadn’t intended to wake him, I very carefully removed my lips and quietly left to get some water.
As I had guessed, it was still before dawn. I turned on a small auxiliary light and got water from the purifier. As I drank, I noticed how tidy the house was.
All the items that Chaehun had packed for us when we left his house were neatly organized. The rustling sounds I had heard before falling completely asleep must have been Saheon doing this.
When I opened the refrigerator, I saw that the fresh food I had been worried about was also neatly stored. After closing the fridge door and placing my cup in the sink, I was about to return to the bedroom when I discovered Saheon’s photo album.
The album was on the living room table. It seemed he had just set it there, unsure where to put it. Now fully awake from the cold water, I picked up the album with curiosity.
“…Wow. How cute.”
The first page showed Saheon as a newborn baby. He seemed a bit large for a newborn – perhaps due to the note written by his aunt saying “3.7kg/natural birth” – and I felt various emotions seeing how this small, cute baby had grown into the Saheon I know now.
As I turned the pages, I recognized some familiar photos. I must have seen them at his aunt’s house when I was young, as I had vague memories of them.
The photos of Saheon growing up were different from those of Chaehun. While Chaehun’s photos consistently showed him smiling brightly at the camera, Saheon’s photos revealed his mischievous nature from a young age.
There were photos of him striking high-fashion model poses, lying down, imitating a robot with a serious expression, both feet in the air (probably caught mid-run and kick), rolling his eyes strangely with his tongue out… There was even one where he was dressed as a fairy tale prince but crossing his eyes comically. I couldn’t help but laugh.
I could understand why my father often said, “That family must have had a hard time raising their second child.” The most surprising photo was one of him hanging upside down from the top of a jungle gym.
…Was he a monkey? I couldn’t take my eyes off these childhood photos of Saheon, so different from his current neat and orderly demeanor.
As the young Saheon in the photos grew older, a familiar face appeared – mine. Seeing photos of young Saheon with an even younger me evoked a strange nostalgia.
There were photos of Saheon clumsily holding me, him lying next to sleeping me making a flower pose and winking, us playing with blocks together, sharing snacks, and him teaching me to walk…
We gradually matured in the photos. The images of Saheon with his feet often off the ground gradually gave way to more formal occasions like school entrance ceremonies, grandmother’s 70th birthday, graduation ceremonies, and family group photos.
I felt a bit disappointed as the photos of the mischievous young Saheon became fewer and more composed, but I couldn’t help smiling fondly as I saw him growing to resemble his current self.
The last photo in the album was from Saheon’s high school graduation. Though it was called a high school graduation, he was already twenty years old. Looking most similar to his current appearance but with a slimmer build and a more youthful face, Saheon was holding a bouquet of red roses and smiling lightly.
There were individual photos, photos with his uncle, aunt, and Chaehun, and one with me as an elementary school student. In that photo, I was holding Saheon’s bouquet while he held me. It was from about fifteen years ago.
I felt a strong sense of the passage of time. Looking at the photos brought back memories from long ago.
Seeing the first photo of Saheon holding me, I vividly remembered his uncle grumbling about how hard it was to fit us both in the frame. Saheon was too tall, and I was unusually small for my age until high school, making it impossible to capture us both.
So Saheon had me hold the flowers and picked me up. I smiled at the memory of him counting, “One, two, three, kimchi!”
In the second photo, we were both making V signs. When his aunt told us to show our teeth by saying “eeee,” I exaggerated by showing both my upper and lower teeth while making a V sign, causing Saheon to burst into laughter. The moment was captured perfectly in the photo.
Now, seeing photos of Saheon laughing brightly makes me feel warm inside, but back then, I didn’t understand why he was laughing so hard and felt a bit sulky.
To cheer me up as I pouted with puffy cheeks, Saheon had given me a light kiss on the cheek. That moment became the third photo.
I stared for a long time at the photo of my younger self with wide, surprised eyes and the youthful Saheon smiling with his eyes closed as he kissed my cheek. Then I slowly closed the last page of the album.
Revisiting these memories left me with a gentle, pleasant smile, as if I had unexpectedly gained something valuable. I carefully placed the album back on the table and returned to the bedroom where my lover was sleeping.
Despite my efforts to be quiet, knowing Saheon’s sensitivity to light, he mumbled something and pulled me into his arms as soon as I got back into bed.
“…Where did you go…”
Saheon muttered in a low, sleepy voice. From long experience, I knew that most of what Saheon says in this state is unconscious sleep-talking that he won’t remember later.
This was probably a sleeping habit of his that only I knew about. As I breathed in the familiar scent of my lover and patted his back as if to say “go back to sleep,” Saheon drifted back into deep sleep with soft snoring. My eyes, now adjusted to the darkness, took in the sight of my lover, my brother, and the person I would love forever.
Suddenly, I thought of the album I had just looked through. Like the album summarizing the chronology of a life, I wondered what scene this moment would be if it were to become a page in our memories.
However, my conclusion was quite cynical. This ordinary scene of falling asleep with a lover probably wouldn’t make it into an album meant to capture life’s most important memories.
But that didn’t mean this moment wasn’t important. The ability to clearly envision a happy future is a gift given only to lovers who enjoy a present that’s special precisely because it’s not special, built on a past filled with accumulated affection.
Unable to contain my emotions, I quietly kissed Saheon’s forehead. My lips, parting silently, whispered a soft, sincere confession.
“…I love you.”
After this small confession, I embraced my most precious person in this world and drifted off to sleep.
At twenty-four years old, my romance was cruising steadily at a comfortable altitude.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
