CONTENT WARNING: SLIGHT DUB CON (continued)

In response, Si-Jin’s tongue and body climbed farther up, sucking on her clitoris with vigor. He then turned his head up as if to playfully push Na-Yool’s hand away with his forehead, only to bury his face in her palm. Na-Yool’s calves tensed up, and she moaned while softly caressing his hair.

“Haahng…, hnn, huuhng!”

Oh god this is good, so good! impulsively cried out Na-Yool internally, almost pleading for more.

Just as she was about to climax, a second before that perfect moment of bliss, Si-Jin moved his lips away and crawled like a snake up to her face, now looking down on her.

His wide back covering the light coming from the stand casted a large shadow over Na-Yool, as if dominating her. He laughed, his red tongue sweeping over his lips soaked with her love juice. It was a youthful, bright laugh, very unlike him, making it almost primitive and explicit.

While Na-Yool was busy staring at his lips, he tied her tights together and, raising her leg upwards, he entered her with a gentle push.

“Huh-uhg…”

Slowly, but to the deepest part into her inner walls. Na-Yool climaxed at the very instant he penetrated her. As if all her needs were fulfilled.

Though unexpected, she was pleased. She instinctively swallowed back her moan and held her breath, quivering. Xi Jin mumbled a swearing.

“…Oh, fuck…”

“…Uhg…”

“It’s fucking cramped in there. Haa… you’re too tight, you know that?”

Holding his urge to ejaculate, he groaned in a low voice. Na-Yool did not feel like commenting on his cursing. At least, not now. Because in this instant, his thing inside her was her favorite thing in the world.

“How can you squeeze it like this before I even put it all in? That’s cheating.”

“Yours is ridiculously big, uuhg… I’m full…”

“No, believe me, you can take more in.”

“No, if you push it further I… Take it out. It’s too big…”

“Relax.”

“I- am- uunhg…relaxed- Don’t move like that…”

“I will never hurt you. So relax.”

Si-Jin opened Na-Yool’s legs wide open, tearing her tights up in the process, and slowly pushed even deeper into her. He still had not entered her all the way to the base of his penis, but the sensation was incomparable.

“Haaang…”

Na-Yool moaned contentedly as she shuddered, overwhelmed by his member filling her inner walls, turned hypersensitive due to her first climaxing. It felt like his hot thing was crushing her insides. Her whole body trembled.

“…Haa……”

A languorous sigh fell on her forehead, like a sweet sense of pressure conquering her body. Na-Yool held Si-Jin’s neck and hugged him.

Almost with too much ease, Si-Jin moved her hips back, then thrusted all the way into her. This time, it made a wet “splish” sound, like splashing water. Na-Yool’s inside was overflowing, dripping out, however Si-Jin’s member was still too unbearably thick. Not to mention her frustration of not being able to take the whole thing in. Na-Yool breathed in.

“Uuuh…”

“Does it hurt?”

For the first time, his voice sounded tender and sincere. Na-Yool shook her head with honesty, indicating she was not in pain.

The languorous smile which remained on Si-Jin’s face grew thicker. As his hips thrusted faster and faster, their flesh slapping together were burning hot like they were on fire.

“With you tightening up at my every thrust, my cock is about to melt inside.”

“Don’t-hng- talk like this…”

“You sure can take it all well, Kim Na-Yool.”

How could his attitude completely change, and yet he kept saying such dirty words?

And why did that fact excite her even more?

Why was she not bothered by his wicked face? Where had the Kim Na-Yool who started a fight with her ex over the word “my ass” gone? Why was she here, entangled in an immoral situation with her lewd foul-mouthed boss, listening to obscenities she had never heard in her life?…

And why did she not have any thought of breaking free?

She knew the answer. It was a simple self-delusion.

Right, it was just a one-night thing. It just happened because she was not in her right mind. And anyway, he had much more to lose than her.

The relief she felt from having seen the man she had sex with at its lowest was more than ironic.  Seeing him, someone so successful, in that state, had given her the illusion that in comparison she had nothing to lose from this relationship.