Chapter 6

Ugh, huu, ah… aaah.”

Shameful moans kept spilling from her lips. Even now, Yaein’s mind couldn’t keep up with what was happening. When Taeheon sucked on her cl*toris, a continuous flow of fluid leaked out as though it wouldn’t stop.

Taeheon kept his mouth on her, drinking in the fluids. The moment she heard him swallow—gulp—Yaein couldn’t bear it and pushed him away. Her grip was weak, but Taeheon let himself be pushed aside without resistance.

His mouth, as he lifted his head, was soaked. Unable to look at it, Yaein lowered her gaze.

“Good grief. Even when I try to suck it for you, you can’t handle it.”

Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Taeheon clicked his tongue. That simple act made her feel unbearably ashamed. Between her legs was still dripping wet, and she was sure her skirt was soaked as well. Even though he wasn’t touching her now, the lingering sensation of it left a strange itch below.

“You talked it up so much, so I’m just curious. Am I your first?”

“…Is that such a problem?”

Yaein answered, her voice nearly disappearing into her throat.

Even in college, while busy studying, looking after her grandmother, and juggling part-time jobs, she’d never had time for dating—let alone the money for it. Romance had felt like a luxury.

“No way.”

The tone of his reply was oddly rough.

“Put your arms around my neck.”

Taeheon slid his hands under Yaein’s legs again. She thought he might be touching her, but instead, he hoisted her up into his arms. Before she could even ask why, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Honestly, being held against that solid body felt good.

It was a completely different frame enveloping her. It felt like a fortress that couldn’t be broken. Though it was stifling, like being trapped, it also gave her a sense of security.

Once Taeheon had her firmly in his arms, he let go and lowered her onto the bed. The sheets touched her back, and oddly enough, it felt like something inside her tightened in anticipation.

He pulled down her soiled skirt. Even in the darkened bedroom, his face drew her gaze.

He was now shirtless, just like she was. She caught a glimpse of his bare torso, which felt as solid as it had when he held her before—well-trained muscle.

She wondered how it would feel to the touch, whether it might be as smooth as metal.

Placing her hands on his shoulders, she felt the damp skin beneath her palms. His muscles were thick and firm, yet she could tell it was living flesh with blood flowing through it.

He’s human, just like me, she thought. Of course he is, yet Yaein felt a vague jolt of surprise.

Her palms slid across Taeheon’s back, and an entirely different texture jolted her fingertips. Around his shoulder blades, the skin was all rough and bumpy. Was it a burn scar? Yaein, in a daze, ran her fingers over the distorted flesh.

Taeheon stopped moving and looked at Yaein. In the darkness, his sharply sculpted face—with even deeper shadows—didn’t seem to match his scarred back at all.

“It’s already up [meaning: he’s already *rect], so you don’t have to fondle [my back] so earnestly.”

He spoke in a low voice, mixed with a heavy breath, and something hard pressed against her already slick entrance down below. At first, she didn’t realize it was his p*nis. As soon as the blunt tip settled against the parted opening, her lips parted as well.

“N-no, that’s… not good.”

He paused mid-movement. The fingers gripping her thighs dug gently into her soft flesh.

“Are you serious?”

Even though he asked this in a calm, even tone, she sensed a strange intimidation in it—like she had to give him whatever answer he wanted. But she couldn’t bring herself to tell him to continue.

“I don’t… think I can.”

“Why? You scared?”

His manner had a teasing confidence now. Yaein, hesitant, nodded her head.

She hadn’t really seen it, but judging from its size alone, it was too big to fit inside her. It probably wouldn’t go in at all. Actually envisioning him inserting it made her tense up.

That thick tip, still coated with her fluids, kept pressing at her entrance, not backing off in the slightest. It felt like it could push in at any moment, and she wanted to avoid it.

She tried shifting her hips in little jerks, but all that did was make it look like she was positioning herself to take him. When the head of his p*nis pushed inward, Yaein trembled violently.

“It feels like I’m going to tear…”

She mumbled, and the man above her let out a rough exhale.

“I went down on you so you wouldn’t tear, but you say no to that and no to this, too.”

Taeheon leaned forward, and his firm chest met her soft br*asts. Her n*pples—already swollen from being sucked so much—felt crushed, making Yaein twist her upper body in discomfort. But lying under him this way meant anything she did only pressed her against him more.

“Why do you make things so difficult?”

He whispered, his voice roughened in a way that made the hair on her neck stand on end.

“If I keep indulging all your hesitation, we won’t even get to the actual thrusting before sunrise.”

His thick sh*ft, nestled between her l*bia, slid against her in a lewd, friction-laden motion, making a tingling sensation deep in her abdomen.

“If you don’t relax, it’ll just hurt more.”

The hand that had been stroking the flesh of her thigh was now teasing her l*bia, fingers spreading the plump flesh apart.

“How… huh…”

She tried her best, but it wasn’t easy. After rubbing her cl*toris, the p*nis lodged at her entrance began pushing in little by little. She was so wet that it was dripping down to her perineum, yet due to its size, it still wasn’t easy to take.

“Take a deep breath.”

Feeling the burden of its girth, Yaein followed what she was told and inhaled deeply. A space inside her—where no one had ever been—was now being stretched by a man.

It felt like the inner folds of her v*gina were clinging to his p*nis. Whenever he pulled back even a little, it seemed as though her v*ginal walls were being tugged outward, making Yaein shudder.

“Ugh, ng, ugh…”

“Sh*t… I’m not sure which one of us needs to relax more.”

His muttered words were spat out as though he was biting them off, and a reflexive tension gripped her lower body. The p*nis, which seemed to be pushing in without end, suddenly slammed deep inside with a thud.

“Ugh…!”

The moment he bottomed out, the breath she’d been holding burst free. Lowering his head, Taeheon licked her cheek—where tears had been running.

She only realized then that she was crying. When Taeheon started to move, she began sobbing again, though not from pain.

It was because she wasn’t used to the hot, sticky warmth of another person’s body—a sensation she had hardly experienced in her life. She also felt miserable that she couldn’t fully reject the superficial intimacy of their entwined bodies.

As his lips wandered near her eyes and then slid downward, she hoped he might kiss her.

His breath tickled the corner of her mouth. His tongue emerged slightly between his lips. But there was no kiss.

Feeling him press in again, hotter and fuller this time, she thought to herself: perhaps she’d wanted this heat from the moment she first saw him.

This might be the beginning of a hopeless love.

She shouldn’t feel like this, but the things she wanted always ended up making her sad.

Feeling tears flow once more, Yaein wrapped her arms around Taeheon’s neck. Her mind was already made up.

She would marry this man.

As long as she was able.

Taeheon’s eyes in the darkness were intense as he looked at Yaein. Through her vision, blurred with pleasure, she clung to him again and again.

She wondered what he was thinking, yet at the same time, she didn’t want to know.

***

It’s already been four years.

The faint light overhead flickered across Taeheon’s eyes.

When he first met his wife, Taeheon thought he immediately knew what kind of person she was.

Foolishly honest, with nothing to her name—naive, innocent, beautiful, and so very beautiful… a rare creature.

Left on her own in the wild, she would have been weeded out long ago. How is something like that still alive? If she’d at least been a well-bred young lady raised in a greenhouse, it might have made sense, but she wasn’t even that.

She looked like a woman stepping straight out of a painting done with a fine brush, all sorrowful eyes as she confessed all her secrets to him. He was dumbfounded. So no one had claimed this woman yet?

Then I’ll use her.

It seemed all too easy to make her his. So that’s what he did.

He married that woman—Lee Yaein.

“Speak clearly. Tell me everything that happened. If you’ve laid a finger on my wife again, I’ll have to do what I warned you about last time.”

Taeheon growled into his phone, gripping it so hard the bones on his hand stood out in stark relief.

With the lights off, the kitchen felt like a dark cave. No matter how minimalist its design and how open the space was, the chill left by the owner’s presence remained.

“Why would she… if nothing happened…!”

His voice almost soared in volume, but he fought it down. His wife was still asleep in the bedroom.

“Enough. From today onward, my wife will have no more dealings with Mother. Don’t think of coming here. If there’s anything you want to pass along, say it to me.”

He didn’t want to hear any more of it. Ignoring the protests about how they wouldn’t get to see their daughter-in-law, Taeheon hung up.

He was sick of it. To him, family was always a shackle and a debt. Even when he walked away, it followed him like a devil whispering, “Don’t you still owe us something?”

If only he could destroy it all…

In the darkness, a stark shadow deepened along Taeheon’s profile. Clenching his teeth, he turned and headed for the bedroom.

On the bed lay the rare specimen he had discovered four years ago. She was still beautiful—perhaps even more so than before.

Looking at her face as she slept, so pale it seemed almost ghostly, he sometimes wondered if she might vanish like this. Gently, Taeheon placed a hand on the back of Yaein’s neck.

A quiet pulse throbbed beneath his fingers, proof that her heart was beating. Her soft breathing as well.

“Mmm…”

Yaein stirred. As that pale neck slipped from his grasp, Taeheon watched it hungrily, then opened his hand. He could easily wrap his fingers around that slender throat if he only chose to close it.

He could tie her hands and feet if he wanted.

If he wished, at any time, anything.

A sharp conflict raked across the man’s face. Amid patience torn like a razor cut, a fierce light shone in his eyes.

“Water…”

In the stillness of the bedroom, a whisper like sleep-talking rose faintly.

Taeheon withdrew his hand. There was the sound of footsteps, and after a moment, a glass of water appeared beside the bed.

Her eyelids felt heavy. She felt as though she’d opened her eyes in heated sand. Her hands and feet wouldn’t move properly.

I’m thirsty.

Straining herself, she reached out, and her hand closed around a glass of water.

Only after emptying the glass did she feel like she could breathe again. Half-opening her eyes, Yaein studied the glass. She couldn’t have fetched water in her sleep, so why was it right here, where she could easily grab it the moment she woke?

Did he bring it?

That thirst she’d thought was quenched returned once more. Licking her lips, Yaein shifted her body.

Every part of her body, overworked, ached dully. A throbbing muscle pain creased her brow.

It was a symptom she always experienced after a long session of s*x with her husband. She still felt a lingering foreign sensation between her legs. She worried—was it okay in her condition, this early on? Her thoughts went first to the baby. Yaein forced herself to swing her legs down off the bed.

Perhaps he’d cleaned her up afterward; her skin wasn’t sticky at all, and she felt fresh. At some point, her clothes had been changed to a cream-colored slip.

“You’re awake.”

The moment she stepped into the living room, she saw Taeheon there.