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No way. 

She couldn’t have said such vulgar things.  

“Don’t lie. Wh-why would I say something like that?”  

“But it’s true.”  

It was utterly unbelievable. The man twisted his lips into a grin and pulled Ji-an up by both arms. Then he embraced her waist and bumped his lower body against hers.  

The member, which had been bobbing eagerly, stuck stickily to her lower abdomen. The object that had been wildly stirring inside her just moments ago was now oozing a sticky liquid.  

Ji-an inhaled sharply. The man licked his lips languidly and spoke in a whisper.  

“So. Are you not going to finish? Now that you’re sober, is it over?”  

“Ah, well, um.”

She needed to tell him to let go and get lost, to leave her alone, but strangely, her tongue wouldn’t move properly. Perhaps because of the dimples prettily etched on one cheek or the solid muscles crushing against her chest. Or perhaps.  

The man slowly traced his fingertips along her spine. As if savoring her skin, slowly and persistently. That lewd gesture climbed past her shoulder blades and gripped the nape of her neck. A thrilling sensation she had never felt before swept through her entire body.  

“You said you wanted a wild, messy s*x.”

“W-what, uh?”  

Did I really say that? No way. It’s a lie. A lie. 

She looked at the man in shock, and he grinned mischievously, his dimples deepening. He leaned in close. Hoo. The warm breath from his mouth tickled the corner of her lips.  

“I know how to play really dirty. So, what do you say? Do you want to?”  

Hm? The man chuckled and called her name.  

“Do you want to have a really lewd time, Lee Ji-an?”

“How, how do you know my name?”

Ji-an blinked rapidly in confusion.

“Is that important right now? Are you going to do it or not?”  

Despite his relaxed tone, the man urged impatiently. At the same time, the c*ck that had been slowly rubbing against her lower abdomen jabbed sharply against her belly. The hand gripping her b*ttocks tightened as if to burst. Words of refusal hovered on her frozen tongue.  

Are you crazy? Why would I play with you? I’m leaving right now, so let me go

—Such words.  

But the words that actually came out of her mouth were different.  

“I-I’ll do it.”  

“Good.”  

The crazy one was herself.

No sooner had Ji-an spoken than the man laughed fiercely. With the hand cupping her b*ttocks, he lifted her up. Suddenly soaring high, Ji-an screamed and clung to the man’s shoulders.  

It was the first time she had been held like this since she was a child, a time she could hardly remember. Thump, thump, her heart pounded noisily beneath her ribs.  

Looking down at the man with a dazed expression, he smiled with his eyes curved.  

“I told you my name, but you don’t remember, do you? It’s Han Do-yoon, my name.”  

“Oh, oh. Okay.”  

Is it normal to exchange names in a situation like this? 

Ji-an rolled her eyes in confusion. Do-yoon, amused by something, giggled and set her down on the bed. When Ji-an reflexively drew her legs together, he grabbed her thighs and spread them wide apart. The lewd sound of their flesh parting was utterly obscene.  

Do-yun lazily licked his red lips and inserted his fingers into the gaping hole. The hole that had been biting his c*ck earlier now tightened around his fingers.

“Huh, uh, mm.”

“I like it when people call my name while I’m f*cking.”

As he stirred the inside with his finger, Ji-an inhaled sharply, her eyelashes fluttering. Seeing her vivid reaction, Do-yoon twisted his lips into a smile. It was certainly much better than when she was completely out of it, drunk. Dissatisfied with just one, he increased the number to two fingers and stirred the inside with a squelching sound.  

“So call out my name when you c*m. Got it?”  

“Huh, uh, yes, okay…”

Ji-an nodded her head frantically, not even knowing what Do-yoon was saying. The fingers thrusting inside were unfamiliar and strange, and as he pinched her aroused n*pples with urgency, she couldn’t hear a word he said.  

The thick fingers with protruding knuckles moved inside her, feeling infinitely better than when she clumsily pleasured herself with her own hand.  

Do-yoon thrust inside her at a pace that was neither slow nor fast, just the right speed to feel good. His hands rummaging through her private parts were unhesitant, as if he knew her insides better than she did.  

Ji-an spread her legs wide and panted, not even knowing to be embarrassed. It felt good. She couldn’t believe hands alone could feel this good.

She even shook her hips in rhythm with the thrusting hands. Despite feeling embarrassed by her actions, she couldn’t stop.  

It felt so good. Her mind was going insane.  

When Do-yun rubbed her swollen cl*toris with his thumb while thrusting into her wet v*ginal walls, Ji-an gasped, trembling. A tingling sensation coursed through her entire body.  

The heat that had been simmering inside her burst like a firecracker, and sticky liquid flowed from the twitching hole. Ji-an brought her spread legs together and trembled.

Oh my God. I came just from fingers. And it didn’t even take long.

While Ji-an lay half-sprawled on the bed, panting with dazed eyes, Do-yoon withdrew his fingers. Then he grabbed the base of his *rect c*ck and placed it directly against Ji-an’s v*lva.  

“Already tired? We haven’t even started yet.”  

“Ah, uh, wa-wait.”  

Startled, Ji-an raised her upper body and reached out her hand. She wasn’t mentally prepared yet. Even with just a glance, it was an enormous c*ck. It was almost the size of a child’s arm without exaggeration.

Even though she’d tried it once while completely drunk, it was too big. She didn’t have the courage to let it in. While Ji-an hesitated, futilely fumbling over his thick chest, Do-yoon thrust his c*ck in all at once.  

“Ah, hng!”  

The shock of being torn inside made Ji-an’s head fall back. Without delay, Do-yoon began to move his hips. He thrust upwards until Ji-an’s body was pushed back and her head bumped against the headboard with a thud. The forcibly inserted c*ck in the tight hole pushed its head against the entrance of her womb.  

Ji-an couldn’t even speak properly due to the pain tearing through her lower abdomen. Her mouth hung open, drooling clear saliva.  

“Hng, ah, uh.”  

“What did you say?”  

Pressing deeply until he felt a hard wall, Do-yoon belatedly brushed back her hair and asked. His demeanor was relaxed and leisurely.  

“Ah, it hurts, wait, wait.”

“What? You want it harder? Okay.”  

When did I ever say that!  

There wasn’t even a moment to retort to his absurd words.  

Grabbing Ji-an’s pelvis, Do-yoon began to move his hips in earnest. He thrust deeply until his pelvis slapped against the inside of the painfully stretched hole. Ji-an’s legs, caught under Do-yoon’s sides, trembled helplessly.  

“Hng, uh, it’s too deep and uh, fast…”

Pinned helplessly under the thick body, Ji-an let out a choked, sleepy moan. She knew it would hurt, but she hadn’t expected it to hurt this much. In novels or movies, they would cry out in pleasure.  

Earlier, she wondered how she even managed to fit something this big inside. It was excruciatingly painful rather than pleasurable. Her tender entrance burned as if on fire, and she felt suffocated by the c*ck pushing in relentlessly, as if it would pierce through to her chest.  

“Hng, uh, it hurts, it hurts…”  

She gulped for air, her head spinning. Her hands, not knowing what else to do, clung tightly to Do-yoon’s broad back.  

The man was packed with muscle all over, with a thick chest, making it feel like she was hugging a thick utility pole rather than a person.  

As she tried to pull her hips back to avoid the intruding member, Do-yoon grabbed her b*ttocks and pulled her tightly towards him. With a thrust, he inserted deeper than the length that had slipped out, causing Ji-an to gasp for breath.  

With his lips on her nape, the man murmured in a low, dark voice.  

“Does it hurt? You’ll get used to it soon. Later, you’ll cry because it feels so good.”

His voice, breaking into a chuckle, sounded amused. Letting out a long, languid breath, Do-yoon slowed his thrusts and bit Ji-an’s lips. Something hard and round was attached to the tip of the tongue that slipped through her soft lips.  

Is this a piercing?  

Ji-an, without realizing it, rolled the hard bead with her tongue. Somehow, it was fascinating. Their slick tongues playfully rolled around the bead between them. Do-yoon whispered in an amused voice.  

“Hng, uh.”  

“Do you like kissing? You’re ike a child.”

He explored every corner of Ji-an’s mouth slowly and persistently, as if he could savor it endlessly. The tongue that pressed and crushed hers was incredibly sweet. The round, hard metal bead tapped and rubbed against her tongue, making her hips itch inexplicably.