“Why would you... hht...”
The fingers that had been deep inside slipped out abruptly. I was about to protest—why the hell would he swallow that?—when the sudden emptiness made my inner walls clench as if reluctant to let go.
“Sotis I think it might taste good.”
“...”
“Because yours is so damn pretty, Sejin.”
It wasn’t a part of I’d ever call ‘pretty.’ Maybe the color was a little lighter, but it couldn’t be that different from anyone else’s. Panting, I looked at him, and he left a deep kiss mark on the inside of my thigh.
So when he said he wanted to “dirty” , was this what he ant? My body wasn’t a blank canvas, but he’d painted it in blotches of red and purple. Skin once unmarked was now a ss.
“...Anyone who saw would think I’ve got so kind of contagious disease.”
“Who else is looking here but ?”
Biting at my thigh again, Kwon Yido gave a short, amused laugh, as if my worry was absurd. My thighs aside, the marks on my torso were in places easily hidden by clothes. Only a loosely scooped sweater would reveal anything near my collarbone.
“Relax. I’m going in.”
He hooked my legs over his elbows and, with one hand, guided himself, dragging the tip along my perineum. He pressed firmly beneath my balls, then slid slowly up to the loosened opening. Positioning the head at my entrance, he pushed in deliberately.
“...Ahhk.”
I could never get used to the feeling of being forced open. It had been overwhelming even in heat—now, clear-headed, it was nearly unbearable.
“Ah... wait, wait—”
I clung desperately to his forearm. His skin, usually cool, was now heated. My fingers sank into taut muscle, and he paused, giving a small nod.
“Jung Sejin.”
Through my blurred vision, I looked at him. His eyes were steeped in lust, so much so that it felt strange he was still speaking in words.
“Breathe. As long as you can.”
“...”
“Inhale... slow.”
Groaning, I copied him, pulling in a long breath. The mont I let it out, he gestured lightly to do it again. Would it hurt less this way? That thought flickered—then—
“...!”
In one smooth thrust, the thick length slid all the way in. I’d been off guard, with no ti to brace. Without hesitation, he buried himself to the base, frowning faintly with a low groan.
“Khht.”
My walls clamped down hard. The sudden intrusion blanked my mind like a blow to the head.
“Ah...”
It was hard to breathe, the pressure so intense it made my vision spark. He, too, seed to find my tightness a challenge, his chest heaving as he leaned over .
“...Hhhm.”
Soft lips pressed to mine, trading warm breath and pheromones as if to ease . He stayed there for a long while, coaxing until the stiffness in my muscles eased and the numbness in my lower body turned into a trembling shiver.
“Hhh, it hurts...”
Enough to bring tears to my eyes—though more than pain, it was fear and strain. It felt like my body was breaking, but at my plaintive tone, he soothed gently.
“Yeah. You’re fine.”
Light kisses fell on my lips, then along my cheek, and he brushed away the tears gathering at the corners of my eyes. Straightening, he patted my lower belly as if in praise.
“You did well.”
“...Hhh.”
It felt like my lungs were slowly unfolding again. I kept my grip on his forearm and turned my head aside, panting for air, as his palm slid down my thigh.
“Guess we need to have sex more often.”
“...Ahht!”
A jolt rocked as he gave a small thrust, forcing our bodies snugly together. I blinked at him in confusion, and he did it again—lightly, deliberately.
“No point in carving a path only to let it close up again.”
“Hht, ah, stop... ahhh...”
Slow, steady pushes spread open all over again. He even rolled his hips, exploring inside with ease. And then he pressed firmly on a spot he must have known I could feel.
“Hhhngh...”
Sharp pleasure raced up my spine. My whole body trembled, sparks firing in my head. When I jerked like I’d been shocked, he drove in again without rcy.
“Haht!”
The angle hit the sa place dead-on, erasing the pain entirely and leaving only sensation. My hands clenched, and he wrapped my arms around his neck.
“Ah... hhngh, hht...”
This ti, he started slow—half-pulling out, then sliding in to that sa spot again and again. It was unhurried, giving ti to adjust, but with his pheromones saturating , there was no such thing as patience.
“There, hht... a little faster...”
I was needy now. My body knew the cresting wave too well. The first push had been a trial, but now I was reacting to him like we fit perfectly. My legs hooked around his solid waist, hips rubbing against him in a plaintive rhythm.
“Faster, hhhngh, more...”
“Don’t whine. You’re not open enough yet.”
He held down, still moving at that sa slow pace, even circling his hips deep inside. He’d ramd in without hesitation at first, but now he was playing careful, as if worried I’d get hurt.
“Aahngh, hh, there...”
“...Here? Hm?”
He pulled back, then drove in hard. The drag along my inner wall beneath my navel made my ankles lock behind his back.
“Ah, ahh...!”
Another orgasm was coming. He hadn’t finished once yet, but I was about to reach my third. Clinging to him, I pressed my forehead to his shoulder, and he nuzzled his cheek into my hair.
“...Ahhht!”
Thin release spilled over my stomach. Even as I ca, the sensitive flesh still rubbed against him. He gave a soft groan, as if savoring the way my walls clenched around him.
“...Haa.”
It was the breath of a predator. Scooping my release away with his hand, he lifted one of my legs and turned my body to the side. The change in angle made his thickness press sowhere entirely new.
“Ahh, uhh...”
The muscles in my lower back locked tight. Sitting up, he shifted to a position that gave him better leverage. I couldn’t lean against him like before; all I could do was press my cheek into the pillow and grip the blanket.
“Ahhngh, hh, slower... hht...”
The slick, rhythmic sound filled my ears. Whether it was heat or pheromones, I couldn’t tell anymore. Every breath felt like I was inhaling him, soaked through with his presence.
Thock, thock—each deep stroke made my body sway helplessly. Even drained, my body in ecstasy clenched and released around him in reflex. Adapting to him felt strangely easy, like this had been going on for ages.
“My belly... hh, feels weird...”
“What’s wrong, Sejin?”
The mont I said it, his large hand covered my lower abdon. One leg still hooked high, he stayed rooted to the base as he pressed on the slight bulge there.
“Here?”
“Wait—ah, no, don’t, hhht...!”
I shook my head frantically. Tried to twist away, but he didn’t release my ankle. Each thrust ca with another firm press, making it feel like I’d burst.
“Please, hh, just a—ahhhht!”
The sensation of being speared through was almost too sharp. I kicked weakly, and he withdrew, as if to change positions. I thought I’d get a break—until he flipped onto my stomach, pinned my wrists above my head, and pushed in from behind.
“...Hhhaahh!”
Pleasure blood heavy and deep. With my hands trapped, all I could do was clench and unclench my fists. There was nowhere to run; flattened beneath him, I could barely move.
“Hh, ah, Yido, hh... Kwon Yido...”
“...Hht, say it. Sejin.”
“Hhh, I’m gonna... lose it... hhht...”
Nothing compares to the intensity of full, weighted thrusts. Every push hit sowhere electric. He bit down on my shoulder and drove up into the tight space again and again.
“Ah, ahhh, hhhngh!”
I kicked, but he easily trapped my legs under his, pinning with his build and the weight of pheromones spilling lazily over . Whether it was the size difference or my lack of strength, my brief resistance dissolved fast.
“Ahh, I’m... going crazy... hh...”
It was so good it was almost too much. My brain felt like it was lting, my vision blurred. Even the bite at my shoulder blade registered as pleasure.
“...Hh, ngh.”
“Ha, fuck...”
He gripped tight enough to crush and quickened his pace. There was no ti to react to the curse on his lips. Thrust after rough thrust, until I spilled again into the sheets.
“Hhhahh...”
At the sa ti, heat flooded inside . Pressed close, he ca hard, filling with pulse after pulse. Like a dominant alpha, he released enough to make feel full to my stomach—enough that, if he’d knotted, one ti could have gotten pregnant. My walls clung to him, and satisfaction seeped through .
“...”
“...”
I could feel the thud of his heartbeat against my back. While I caught my breath, he kept pressing kisses to places I couldn’t see. No doubt my back was as marked as my front.
“Like a soaked sponge now.”
He smiled faintly at my limp body, still joined below. Each slight move made the mixture of slick inside us squelch audibly.
“Tired?”
“...Haa.”
No real need to answer. He kissed the back of my neck and asked sweetly,
“As a formality... let ask your opinion.”
“...Opinion?”
I tilted my head to look at him. He narrowed his eyes slightly, rolling his hips with a languid ease. His gaze was still hazy, lust far from gone.
“What position would you be most comfortable in?”
“...Position? What—hhn.”
“I’ve only co once...”
“Ah... hht, just... wait...”
“You’re the one who’s tired, Sejin.”
“...Hh.”
“So we should... hh, do it in a way that’s easy for you.”
Even as he spoke, he didn’t stop moving. It wasn’t the earlier punishing pace, just a slow simr to keep warm. I didn’t think there was any more # Nоvеlight # left for him to release—but I didn’t feel like stopping him either.
“I’ll just...”
I trailed off, hesitating. It felt like digging my own grave. I was exhausted—this was when I should be stopping him. But the fading high was addictive.
“...Just?”
He coaxed , rubbing along my inner walls, deliberately skirting the most sensitive spots—though with his size, I still felt the pressure.
“Just...”
“...”
“...Whatever’s comfortable for you.”
The mont I said it, he sank in deep again. The strong stimulation made my hips twitch as I buried my face in the pillow.
“Hhhahh...”
It didn’t take long for sensation to crest again. He kept a steady rhythm, touching everywhere—pinching my chest, playing idly with my softened cock beneath my navel.
The heady cloud of pheromones was just as much to bla, sweet and thick like flowers after rain. Even without heat, my body felt nearly as prid.
“Hhhngh... hhht... there, ahh...”
“Don’t hurt your mouth again.”
Catching biting my tongue, he pushed his fingers between my lips. When had I last hurt my mouth? The thought slipped away quickly.
He lifted my upper body and held from behind, securing in his broad fra. His hand slid down to cup again.
“Hht... don’t, I don’t...”
“You don’t like touching here?”
I nodded, but he didn’t let go—just toyed with as he moved a little faster. The other hand stayed in my mouth, so drool ran down my chin.
“Uuuhh...”
His long fingers dragged my tongue forward before letting go, knowing I was struggling for breath. Then he caught my jaw, turning for a kiss.
It was the ssiest yet, saliva spilling and tongues sliding together noisily. Holding tight, he seed intent on engraving himself in , no matter how much he gave.
“...Looks like we need to work on your breathing again.”
Pulling back, he licked up the drool at my chin, then nipped playfully at my cheek. The look on his face was like he was admiring sothing he found adorable, and the thought left oddly ticklish inside.
He kept for a long ti afterward. He didn’t offer an apology like last ti, but the sense of wanting—of craving—was clear. Every so often, he let out a suppressed moan, and when he finally ca a second ti, his voice dropped as he spoke my na.
“...Sejin.”
The murmur in my ear felt overly familiar, as though I’d heard it long ago. A flicker of mory brushed past, gone in an instant.
That night, he ca three tis in total, and only released around dawn. My body was completely worn out, but I felt nothing but satisfied. I liked the way his warmth wrapped around , enough that I ended up clinging to him instead.
Maybe I was relying on Kwon Yido more than I realized. Forgetting my mories with Kwon Ijeong might never have been possible without him. If it hadn’t been Yido, those mories might have turned into another nightmare, haunting every night.
And so the foundation day ceremony ca to an end. Ti to return to daily life with Kwon Yido. For all the noise and trouble, it had been a peaceful enough conclusion.
Of course, back then, I had no idea what he’d done with Kwon Ijeong.
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