Chapter 11

She tried to push her tongue in again, but Ryu-il just let out a faint sigh and stared at her with burning eyes. Unlike before, his lips didn’t move at all, so her tongue wandered awkwardly in his mouth.

Maybe it was impossible after all.

He was a man who claimed he never did such things with any woman, so abstinent that his fiancée worried enough to ask for help. Maybe it was never possible. Just as she was about to give up and pull away, he muttered a curse, then picked her up in his arms and stood abruptly.

She could only cling to his neck, swallowing her scream. Holding her, he strode to the bed. Suddenly, her back touched the bed, the ceiling filled her view, and then Ryu-il’s face was all she could see.

“Something more?”

His voice was low, almost angry.

“Like this?”

With both wrists pinned, she was practically beneath him, swallowing dryly. In that moment, his sculpted face, thick eyebrows, and deep eyes made her heart pound so hard it felt like it might burst.

“You can do even this? With me?”

“…Yes…”

She answered willingly, tears welling up. She forced a smile, fighting back tears.

“Would you please sleep with me? And forgive my mother and me…”

She tried to sound as seductive as possible, but her voice shook. Not just her voice—her hands and feet trembled, too. Ryu-il seemed to notice, sighed once, and slowly sat up.

“That’s enough, don’t say things like this carelessly. Just get out—”

“Please!”

Before he could finish saying ‘get out,’ she clung desperately to his neck. She couldn’t leave after coming this far.

She’d already crossed the line; there was no way to go back to meeting him as casually as before.

“Please, with me…… me…… please…… I, I want to…… do it with you…….”

She clung to him and kissed him as she’d learned. When he didn’t pull away, she began to unbutton his shirt. Her hands shook and slipped several times, but he didn’t stop her, and finally, when she’d undone all the buttons, he took off his shirt himself. Then, in one swift motion, he pulled down her dress zipper. His eyes, so close, were unfocused. Her own eyes, blurred with heat, must have looked similar.

“Ah… Uh…”

Just his hand touching her bare skin sent shivers through her. Her mind grew hazy, tears welled up. Her body was exposed, but she couldn’t even cover herself.

His tongue, which had been licking her lips, slid down her neck. Her body felt like it was melting, yet inside she was burning. Their bare bodies pressed together, and she could feel both their hearts pounding. Oddly, it was surprising that Ryu-il’s heart was beating, too. As his hand gripped her waist and his lips traveled down, her breath grew rough and her hips lifted.

“…Ah…”

It felt like fire spread along her neck, shoulders, and collarbones. As her hips twisted, Ryu-il hurriedly slid her dress down to her feet. Embarrassed, she twisted her body, and his hand slipped between her thighs. His fingers traced slow circles, digging deeper, making her toes curl. When his tongue began to lick her exposed n*pple, a m*an, almost a scream, escaped.

“Uh!”

She was so embarrassed she covered her mouth. Ryu-il bit her chest, then looked up at her mockingly.

“Now you want to leave?”

Despite his cold tone, his eyes were full of heat. He added in a low voice, as if he would devour her,

“But it’s too late.”

Through her blurred vision, she saw his body entwined with hers again. In the dark night, Ryu-il’s spacious room was almost bare, and only her body trembled on the neatly made bed. She was afraid, wanting to run away, yet deep inside she craved even stronger stimulation.

A little more, a little more… As if he could hear her heart, his tongue, which had been circling her n*pple, sucked hard.

“Ah… Uh!”

Her hips jerked as she whimpered, and he spread her legs, pulling down her underwear. She was so dizzy that the wetness leaking out embarrassed her. His fingers touched her slowly, started rubbing, and her body jerked in unpredictable directions. The sensation was so strange she just wanted to run away.

“Stop… Stop…”

“I said it’s too late.”

He held her twisting hips in place and warned. No matter how much she squirmed, his fingers persistently traced circles around her cl*t. The sticky sound his fingers made embarrassed her so much she couldn’t open her eyes. Her hands clung to his shoulders, turning pale. The stimulation grew faster and stronger, sending electric shivers up her spine.

She couldn’t think anymore. Her mother, Kyung-won, the loan debt, her messy state—all disappeared, leaving only a strange desire for Ryu-il to take her somewhere far away. As his hands and lips moved, pleasure flooded her entire body.

“Haa…”

The m*ans spilling from her lips didn’t feel like her own. Her whole body trembled, and just as she twisted away, he moved back. She opened her eyes and looked up. He was already n*ked, tearing open a condom with his mouth.

She stared at his body as if hypnotized. His well-built muscles, the sweat beading between them, his unfocused eyes, tight lips… And when her gaze reached his p*nis, so large and hard that she doubted it could fit inside her, she quickly shut her eyes.

“Open your eyes.”

He tossed the condom wrapper aside, kissed her lips lightly, and commanded,

“You came here because you wanted this, didn’t you?”

His large *rection pressed against her trembling belly. It was hot and big.

“Ever since you brought that ridiculous umbrella.”

“Ah…”

“Or was it the notebooks yesterday?”

She started to shake her head, but worried it might look like refusal, so she opened her tear-stained eyes quietly. Only then did she realize he was giving her one last chance to change her mind. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his broad chest—along with all her messy thoughts, her pride she never wanted to bend, and the pure feelings she’d held for so long she no longer understood them.

At the same time, he gripped her waist with both hands and entered her. He pushed in all at once, making her feel as if her body was splitting in two. She couldn’t help but cry out. The pain was intense, and so was the heat filling her body. She clung to his arms and wept.

“Ah… It hurts… It hurts so much…”

“Want to stop?”

But at that, she shook her head vigorously. Ryu-il sighed softly, then whispered in her ear,

“…I’ll move. It’ll hurt less if I do it all at once.”

It was the first gentle voice she’d heard from him since entering the room, though it was still rough. And, as he said, he began to move. There were soft, soothing kisses, too. The sound of flesh slowly rubbing together was embarrassingly clear. Her m*ans shattered inside his lips. As he repeated the motion—pulling out quickly, pushing in slowly—a strange sensation gradually rose.

It hurt, it was painful, but at the same time, her body felt strangely light. As her m*ans grew more *rotic in her own ears, he seemed to get more excited, moving even more persistently inside her. Her body shook uncontrollably, wanting more, more, more… farther, deeper…

As pleasure filled her mind, there was no Jung Hee-won, no Ryu-il—just a strange feeling heading somewhere unknown. For a moment, it felt like salvation. As she clung tighter to his neck, his movements became almost wild. Suddenly, an explosive cl*max built up inside, taking her breath away.

“Stop… Stop… It’s weird…”

As her reactions grew strange, Ryu-il focused on that spot, moving inside her even harder. Her body twisted, tears spilled out. For the first time in her life, her toes curled in the air.

“Ahhh…!”

Her body trembled in spasms. It wasn’t just nerves or cold—it was an uncontrollable, instinctive shaking. She turned her head and cried out, while he bit his lower lip and breathed heavily.

“Ah…”

With a short m*an, he collapsed on top of her. His sweat-soaked warmth pressed against her whole body. She closed her eyes, seeing sparks in the darkness, her body still trembling. Tears continued to flow.

Slowly, he withdrew from her body. Only then did it feel real. She’d slept with Ryu-il.