Chapter 6.1

“Let me see your face.”  

“……”  

“Hm?”  

Feeling Seung-jo’s breath brush against her cheek, Su-eon struggled to open her eyes. Faint light filtered through the lattice-patterned traditional window, intricately designed with classic motifs.  

Is it already morning?

Her sluggish thoughts made her sense of time dull as well. From Friday night until now, they hadn’t left the bedroom except for a brief trip to the hospital. Even so, she didn’t feel rested. And the reason for that was…  

“Are you going to sleep again?”  

Her head bobbed forward under the weight of her drowsiness, and Seung-jo’s laughter brushed against her cheek.  

“Such a sleepyhead.” 

He murmured teasingly, his voice tickling her ear. Even through her slow-moving thoughts, irritation bubbled up, but her throat was hoarse, and no words came out. She could only think, 

Really, whose fault do you think this is?  

“Su-eon, turn your head toward me.”  

Before she could lift her head from where it was buried in the pillow, he pressed forward with a sudden force. Her body shifted upward, and a sharp sensation rippled through the inside of her thighs, which were spread wide open.  

“Ahh…”  

Unable to suppress her moan, she trembled. Seung-jo’s lips moved over her forehead, her cheeks, and the bridge of her nose in succession. Even as he kissed her, he continued to fill her at a relentless pace. Her long hair spilled across the bed, disheveled and scattered, as her body rocked with his movements.  

A pleasure so overwhelming it was hard to endure began to surge like a tidal wave. Seung-jo wrapped one arm around her head while gripping her waist with the other, persistently hitting a particular spot inside her.  

“Ahh, uh, ah!”  

Her gasping moans scattered as her body shook violently. She couldn’t control the trembling of her waist. Covering her face with the back of her arm, she panted heavily.  

Seung-jo took hold of her arm, pulling it away, and pressed his lips against hers. Her cries, trembling on the edge of climax, spilled into his mouth. “Mm, ah, mmh.” He thought her sounds were reminiscent of a purring cat as he drove himself deeper into the soft, pink flesh that clenched tightly around him.  

“Ahh, mmh, ahh…”  

Listening to Su-eon sob as if she couldn’t bear it anymore, he thrust fiercely between her small, tender hips. She convulsed again, overwhelmed by the deep pleasure that blurred her senses. With her body trembling uncontrollably, he reached his peak and released inside her. The veins on his forearms, which supported his weight, bulged prominently.  

As his climax subsided and Su-eon’s trembling began to still, Seung-jo continued to plant gentle kisses on her skin. Slowly, he withdrew, carefully wrapping her quivering legs in the sheet. Like swaddling a newborn, he bundled Su-eon tightly in the sheet and pulled her into his arms.  

When he looked down, he saw that Su-eon was now fully awake, staring directly at him.  

“You awake?”  

“You made me wake up.” 

She retorted, her tone laced with frustration. But her voice was so faint it barely carried any weight.  

Seung-jo grabbed the water bottle he had left on the bedside table, took a sip, and leaned down to press his lips to hers. Cold water trickled down her chin.  

“More.”  

As soon as he pulled away, Su-eon demanded more, her voice firm despite its hoarseness. With a small laugh, Seung-jo took another sip and passed it to her the same way.  

Still unsatisfied with the teasingly small amount of water, Su-eon squirmed in protest.  

“Just give me the bottle. I’ll drink it myself—”  

“Okay, one more time.”  

Su-eon’s protest was soon swallowed by the heat of Seung-jo’s lips pressing against hers. 

So hot. 

As she received his kiss, Su-eon thought about how the warmth of his breath against her skin seemed to transfer directly to her.  

“Mm…”  

As the kiss deepened, Su-eon’s eyes grew hazy and unfocused once again. Seung-jo’s hands unraveled the tightly wrapped sheet, seeking out her chest and caressing it. When a soft moan escaped her lips, he lowered his head to her br*ast.  

His tongue pressed deeply against the prominent peak, moving upward in slow strokes. Repeating the motion several times, he finally took it into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue. As her vision blurred into white, Su-eon wrapped her arms around his head.  

Seung-jo gripped both of her br*asts, sucking on them until they were damp, before pushing the sheet higher and settling between her legs. His hardened member aligned with her already wet entrance, moving slowly as he rubbed against her. Su-eon’s breathing hitched, breaking into uneven gasps.  

Seung-jo’s languid gaze rested on her, his movements matching the pace of her reactions. He teased her, rubbing and pressing as though he might enter at any moment. The friction of their touching skin sent a sharp, tingling pleasure sweeping through Su-eon’s chest.  

“Ahh…”  

The moment Su-eon couldn’t hold back her moan, Seung-jo thrust deeply into her.  

“Haaah…”  

Watching her head tilt lazily to the side, her face lost in ecstasy, Seung-jo traced the path he had just moved along, rubbing against her tight inner walls with his length.  

With a slow, deliberate rhythm, he pulled out, only to push back in, filling her all the way to the most sensitive depths. Each thrust sent a tightening sensation through her lower abdomen, making Su-eon shudder.  

As he continued his slow movements, Seung-jo gripped her waist and leaned forward. He teased her er*ect n*pples with his tongue, flicking and circling them. When Su-eon reached a shallow climax and trembled beneath him, he lifted his head.  

Propping himself up on both arms on either side of her head, he melded their bodies together without leaving any space between them.  

Matching the unhurried pace, Su-eon felt as though she were swimming through waves of deeper pleasure. Her entire body burned as if being consumed by fire, her senses overwhelmed by a hazy, languid heat. She covered her face with both arms, feeling her whole face flush hotly against her skin.  

“Are you okay?”  

“Mm.”  

Without showing her face, Su-eon only nodded.  

“You’re really wet.”  

“…Mm.”  

“Your informal speech is cute.”  

Seung-jo chuckled, kissing her cheek before moving his hips gently, sending Su-eon into another climax.  

“Ahh, haa…”  

“Lower your arms.”  

At his words, Su-eon shook her head.  

“Lower them, okay?”  

Leaning his weight on his elbows, Seung-jo grabbed her hands. Su-eon twisted her head, trying to avoid his grasp.  

“No.”  

“Why not?”  

“I don’t want to show you.”  

“Why?”  

“I think it’ll look weird.”  

“It’s not weird at all. You’re beautiful.”  

But Su-eon didn’t believe him. Even just touching her made her feel so hot. She was sure her face was flushed red and shiny like a ripe apple. On top of that, one of her cheeks was swollen and bruised. The thought of him looking down at her disheveled face as she trembled beneath him felt unbearably humiliating.  

“You’re so stubborn.”  

Su-eon shook her head as if she couldn’t hear anything at all. No matter what anyone said, she had to protect her face at all costs.

At that moment, Su-eon’s upper body was lifted abruptly. Startled, she found herself seated on Seung-jo’s lap. In this position, which allowed for deeper penetration, Su-eon grimaced in pain. Unable to think of covering her face, she clung to Seung-jo’s shoulders, writhing helplessly.

“It’s deep, too deep… ugh.”

“It’s okay. Slowly, relax. That’s it.”

Seung-jo gently stroked the delicate curve of Su-eon’s back, tracing from her spine to her waist. Her trembling legs, wrapped tightly around his firm waist, began to quiver where their skin met.

He gripped her hips and pulled her closer. Pressing their damp, glistening bodies together, he moved in a circular motion. Su-eon’s ragged breaths soon turned into sobbing moans. Matching the rhythm of Seung-jo’s movements, Su-eon’s body swayed back and forth, her soft sighs spilling out.

“Do you like it?”

Su-eon shook her head. Her long, softly curled hair scattered to the side.

“Don’t like this position?”

When she nodded, Seung-jo laughed.

“Then should we finish quickly?”

Su-eon nodded but paused briefly before slowly shaking her head. A sigh, almost like a chuckle, escaped Seung-jo’s lips. His eyes, leisurely curving, burned with a flame of desire that flared intensely.

He grasped her hair, which swayed above her chest, and pressed his lips against it gently before brushing it over her shoulder. The reddened peaks, swollen and taut, were exposed. Seung-jo cupped her chest with his large palm and rubbed the hardened tip with his fingertips.

“Ah…”

The inner walls, which had been tightly enclosing his p*nis, clenched around him even more. Seung-jo’s eyes lost focus momentarily before slowly regaining clarity. He grabbed Su-eon’s hips and pushed himself in to the hilt.

Watching her soft b*ttocks and thighs tremble with spasms, he began to move rapidly up and down. Her supple body swayed and shook atop him. Bending his upper body forward as much as possible, Seung-jo pulled Su-eon closer and thrust his hips upward with force.

“Ah, ah, it’s too, too much, senior… ugh.”

Su-eon clung to Seung-jo, wrapping her arms around his neck, almost hanging onto him as she endured the overwhelming pleasure surging through her. Each time he thrust into her with force, her body bounced upward, only to sink back down even deeper, the cycle repeating as gasps and cries spilled uncontrollably from her lips.  

‘What’s supposed to be strange about this? You’re so beautiful I can’t think straight.’  

Seung-jo’s eyes followed Su-eon’s trembling figure as she seemed on the verge of breaking apart beneath him. Her beautiful face appeared and disappeared through the strands of her swaying hair, each fleeting moment stealing his gaze. She was so breathtaking that he couldn’t hold back anymore and pulled her nape closer.  

Panting, he pushed his thick tongue into Su-eon’s slightly open mouth, sucking deeply, all the way to the root of her tongue. Saliva trickled down her chin, soaking her chest, and then spread back onto Seung-jo as their pressed bodies rubbed against each other.  

He held her tightly, immersing himself in the peak of ecstasy.