Yeo-jin naturally assumed today’s s*x was over. However, he suddenly thr*st his member deeper, having been motionless like a faithful wife waiting for her husband. 

Thanks to the s*men acting as lubricant, it didn’t hurt like before. His member didn’t seem to have shrunk much either.

He started pistoning. Whether from the slippery s*men or not, a ticklish excitement rose again.

“Hng, you’re continuing?”

“Of course! It’d be embarrassing to end it like this.”

“I told you it’s not—ah, that… mmm.”

She tried to ask if it was even possible, but only m*ans escaped. He had started thrusting his hips in earnest. 

The member she thought hadn’t gotten much smaller wriggled and grew in size again. Its pulsing transmitted directly to her vaginal walls, which undulated in rhythm.

“Ugh, I’m gonna c*m again. Don’t squeeze so hard.”

He lifted Yeo-jin’s legs and wrapped them around his waist, then increased the speed of his thrusting. The depth and speed of his member’s movements grew increasingly violent. 

The squelching sounds from below due to the s*men and the thwacking of flesh colliding were quite lewd.

His fully *rect member poked the deep spot it had settled into. Her crown tingled like she’d been electrocuted, and that pleasure rippled through her entire body.

“Aah… mmm!”

Yeo-jin let out a cry, and simultaneously her vaginal walls trembled rapidly, threatening to burst his member. Both the cry and the vibrations of her walls were beyond her control. 

Ji-hoo stopped thrusting. Yeo-jin thought he was ejaculating again, but he was actually pausing to hold back his cl*max.

“Noona, you’re completely…”

“Ah, what?”

“…delicious.”

Whether because the afterglow of her *rgasm was still continuing, her walls twitched again at his words, though they weren’t even particularly dirty. 

Ji-hoo bit her earlobe hard, swept up in excitement.

He had been deeply flustered by ejaculating the moment he entered her—not even halfway in. He felt embarrassed, awkward, and sorry.

He couldn’t take her words that it was good enough at face value. How could he know when it was her first time having s*x and he couldn’t even see her face? 

However, the *rgasm Yeo-jin just experienced was transmitted to Ji-hoo as well. That’s why he nearly cl*maxed again too. Fortunately, he held back well.

Ji-hoo lifted her legs and placed them on his shoulders. Then he slowly resumed thrusting. The position made penetration even deeper. 

He discovered other spots along with the deep point he’d poked earlier and diligently attacked them. When Yeo-jin screamed in a high-pitched voice, Ji-hoo said happily.

“You won’t be satisfied without me, noona. Your spots are too deep.”

His words broke off intermittently as he spoke in rhythm with his thr*sts. Yeo-jin, too busy moaning while soaked in excitement, didn’t understand what he was saying.

“An average d*ck won’t satisfy you.”

Ah, he meant it had to be big and long like his. Cute kid. Yeo-jin let out both m*ans and laughter.

Ji-hoo locked lips to swallow her m*ans and laughter while accelerating his thrusting. 

The bed squeaked and creaked at his movements, like a wild beast running amok. Then drops of his sweat fell pitter-patter onto Yeo-jin’s face.

Feeling the sweat drops, Yeo-jin thought she wanted to see Ji-hoo’s face right now.

“Aah, Ji, Ji-hoo. Hng, wait, a sec. Ngh!”

“Haa, why?”

“Mmm, I want, ah, to see your face.”

Ji-hoo hesitated, then reached toward the lamp. Unfortunately, his hand didn’t reach. Ji-hoo briefly pulled out of her body and turned on the light. 

When he pulled out, a large amount of liquid gushed from her opening.

Though it was dim lamplight, it was enough to take in Ji-hoo’s appearance that she’d wanted to see.

Flushed cheeks, pupils rippling with desire, his prominent Adam’s apple bobbing—the man slowly approached. 

Blue-black veins stood out on his forehead, invisible normally. At his appearance fully revealing his desire, Yeo-jin’s heart moved even more violently.

Yeo-jin’s n*ked body was breathtakingly beautiful, just as he thought. 

Milky skin, voluptuous br*asts, red petals blooming at their peaks, pubic hair glistening on her mound… Just looking made him so excited he felt like he’d c*m again.

Conscious of Ji-hoo’s gaze, she pulled the blanket embarrassedly, but he grabbed it and threw it away.

“You’re so beautiful.”

Ji-hoo immediately lifted her legs onto his shoulders and filled the space between them without gaps.

He entered gently, but his subsequent movements were rough. His tongue moved like it was paired with his member below. 

He repeatedly thr*st deep, ground heavily, pulled out and thr*st again. From above and below, liquid and m*ans—indistinguishable whose was whose—leaked and tangled together.

At some point he stopped his fierce thrusting and slowly repeated advancing and retreating. Then he released her lips, cast his gaze at their joining, and said.

“Look. We’re connected as one.”

“Ah!”

Yeo-jin, who’d involuntarily turned her gaze downward, was shocked.

A thick, long, bumpy ugly member was going in and out of her small opening. Her own v*lva and cl*toris swollen red. Milky turbid fl*id clumped together and foam formed at their joining. 

Every scene entering her eyes was terribly obscene.

He slowly pulled his member out until only the gl*ns remained, then thr*st it all the way to the root in one go. 

At the absurd sensation of the tip seemingly touching her womb, Yeo-jin trembled in all four limbs. Of course her vaginal walls vibrated too, making Ji-hoo shudder as well.

She’d already cl*maxed several times, but was devoured by pleasure once more. Ji-hoo overlapped their lips again and accelerated his pistoning.

“Haa, ahng, aah, mmm!”

Even her sobbing was now beyond her control. Pleasure like pain swept over Yeo-jin’s entire body. She was crying. Ji-hoo, vividly receiving her *rgasm, also reached his limit.

“Ungh!”

Ji-hoo twitched as he met his cl*max. His firm body became even more rigid. Even while he was finishing his *jaculation, her *rgasm continued without ending. 

The pressure of her wriggling vaginal walls, her trembling limbs, her eyes covered in heat were unbearably beautiful.

Ji-hoo lowered her legs and licked the tears that flowed around her eyes and cheeks. Their hearts, pressed together, beat madly. 

Ji-hoo pulled out his member and grabbed a tissue to roughly wipe her below.

“Stay still. I’ll get a wet towel.”

Yeo-jin was so exhausted she didn’t have the strength to lift a finger. Her ears rang and her mind was hazy, like massive energy had condensed and exploded.

Shortly after, Ji-hoo wiped her body with a wet towel. She had neither the leisure nor energy to feel embarrassed or awkward. While wiping her below, he muttered excitedly again.

“It keeps flowing, what should I do? I think I need to plug it with my d*ck again.”

At his scheme that didn’t have a chance in hell, Yeo-jin let out a chuckle. Yeo-jin was currently on the verge of passing out.

“Ji-hoo, I’m dying. Lay down a towel and lie next to me. Please.”

Good Ji-hoo looked disappointed, but did what noona told him. He lay down next to her and pulled Yeo-jin into a tight embrace. Still breathing roughly, not yet returned to normal, he said.

“I’m Min Yeo-jin’s real husband now.”

“Yes, hubby.”

She finally understood what he meant. She understood what it felt like to become a real lover, a real wife. Being connected as one with his body was different from the s*x she’d experienced before.

Her only experience had been Yoon-woo, and looking back, that s*x was closer to repaying Yoon-woo’s affection. 

It wasn’t bad, but she didn’t get swept up in explosive sensations or feel this full of happiness. She often thought hugging or kissing was better.

“I love you so much it’s driving me crazy, noona.”

Ji-hoo had always thought he loved her so much he couldn’t possibly love her more. But after s*x, she felt even more—more, more, more, ten million times more—lovable.

“It was so good I could die happy too.”

“Ptui, ptui, ptui. You have to stay alive to do lots of good things.”

“Yeah, ptui, ptui, ptui.”

Ji-hoo whispered while kissing her face here and there. That he loves her, thank you, I’m happy because of you, noona.

Yeo-jin answered “me too, me too,” then fell fast asleep before she knew it.

Noona, let’s live loving each other for a long, long time. You don’t know, do you? That I’m alive because of you. If it weren’t for you, I would’ve already died or continued a life no different from death. Without hope or anything to smile about, enduring each day like homework.

Thanks to becoming Yeo-jin’s fake husband, Ji-hoo’s life reversed. Ji-hoo vows to devote the new life he received as a gift from her to her.

Yeo-jin once said she didn’t want sacrificial love. She told him to always love selfishly, putting himself first. That she would do the same.

So Ji-hoo also made the selfish choice not to leave her. Remaining by her side was entirely for himself. And devoting himself wholly to her from now on is also Ji-hoo’s selfish love.

He will do his best so he won’t regret the choice not to leave his noona, so his noona won’t regret choosing him.

Their real romance, their real love, starts from now.