7

Then, suddenly, she came to her senses in a small, quiet room. Just by closing one door, the surroundings became surprisingly silent. Beep-. Her ears, abused by the loud noise, rang with a sharp tinnitus.

While Ji-an blinked in confusion, Han Do-yoon hurriedly pushed her onto the couch. Without giving her a moment to shout, he slipped his hand under her skirt, pulled off her underwear, and explored her moist skin.

“Huh, no, uh! Wa, wait, ah!”

“Why? Don’t you like it? Wasn’t it good then? Didn’t seem like it. You were going crazy, dripping everywhere.”

Before she could even answer, a thick finger slid inside. The finger gently scratched the wet inner walls, stirred them up broadly, and then slowly withdrew. Transparent fluid dripped down following the finger. Han Do-yoon licked it up with his tongue and smiled.

“Just like now.”

A dimple hollowed in one cheek. Surely, many women must have fallen for that dimple. Ji-an closed her mouth and glared at the dimple.

Han Do-yoon chuckled, unbuckled his pants, and took out his member.

Even though it was the second time seeing it, it was unbelievably large. It was amazing how something that big fit inside his pants. Han Do-yoon placed the tip, oozing pr*cum like saliva, on her soft v*lva. The thick, hot sh*ft pressed tantalizingly against her cl*toris.

Ji-an gasped, inhaling sharply as her hips trembled. The massive *rection looming above her navel was terrifying, yet she felt a sense of anticipation. As she stared at it as if entranced, Han Do-yoon lifted her chin.

“Answer me. Do you like it or not?”

“Huh, huh?”

“Let’s do it. With me.”

Ji-an’s mouth hung open in shock. 

Did he mean ‘that’? 

Ji-an pointed alternately at herself and Do-yoon with her index finger. Do-yoon nodded.

“So, you mean, that, that thing?”

“Huh?”

“You’re talking about being s*x partners, right?”

Han Do-yoon’s expression became subtle. He twisted his lips in a peculiar way.

“No, dating.”

“…….”

Unbelievable. She had nothing to say. Her cheeks tingled with embarrassment. Han Do-yoon chuckled and tapped Ji-an’s forehead.

“What do you have in your head? Why are you so lewd? Noona, you are so hopeless.”

“Stop it.”

“So, what’s your answer?”

“Uh, dating. Dating is a bit…”

At her hesitant words, Do-yoon’s eyebrows twitched fiercely. His closed mouth and glaring eyes gave him a rather menacing look. Enough to make her want to lower her eyes. Ji-an cautiously spoke, hunching her shoulders.

“Aren’t you too young? The age difference is too much.”

“Do you even know my age?”

“Of course, I don’t know.”

But just by looking, you seemed to be in your early twenties. 

Han Do-yoon let out a dry laugh.

“I’m twenty-five.”

“What? Liar. I thought for sure you were twenty.”

“I’ve never heard anyone say I look young.”

“No, your skin is too good. It’s soft and smooth.”

Ji-an, not believing Han Do-yoon’s words, touched his cheek. His skin was soft and supple, showing signs of youth. But to think they were only two years apart? Lies. She couldn’t believe it.

Do-yoon grabbed Ji-an’s hand, kissing it. His lipstick-stained, red lips curved into a strange arc. As he bent over, his thick, hard flesh pressed firmly against her mound. Ji-an let out a moan.

“So, are you going to do it or not? How many times do I have to ask?”

“Uh, um. Ah, dating is, uh, a bit.”

“Ha, so you want to be s*x partners? Acting all loose.”

Do-yoon pulled back his hips and aligned the tip with her entrance. The wet v*lva was slathered with fresh fluid, allowing the moist p*nis to enter easily. The slowly rising c*ck mercilessly spread her insides open.

“Huuu, uuuuh, ahh.”

That night. Despite being thrust into multiple times, the sensation of his absurdly large sh*ft filling her was unfamiliar. It felt even more overwhelming than the first night. Ji-an’s eyelashes fluttered wildly. What had been slowly entering suddenly picked up speed, pounding her insides hard.

Do-yoon lowered his head and bit her lips. The plump lips were sucked in and stretched like dough. He left bite marks and laughed fiercely.

“I don’t like it. I’m a bit of a conservative guy.”

“Huuu, ha, don’t make me laugh, ah!”

“I’m serious. I may not look it, but I’m quite modest. I haven’t even m*sturbated because of you. Haven’t met other women either.”

The p*nis, pushed in, was swallowed to the root without leaving anything behind. It felt like her insides were going to tear apart.

Ji-an blinked rapidly, her hands trembling. Han Do-yoon grabbed her trembling hand as if to crush it and bent his waist sharply. The pressure intensified, and lightning flashed before her eyes.

Through the hair that fell down, the silver piercing glinted threateningly.

“So, I’ll ask for the last time. Are you going to do it or not?”

At the end of his words, his lips lightly touched and parted. The place where he had bitten still tasted of blood. Thump, thump, thump. Her heart seemed to be pounding in her stomach. Ji-an nodded, panting.

“Huuu, haaa, I’ll do it, I will.”

I’ll do it, so hurry, hurry. 

Han Do-yoon grinned at the hole that seemed to whine impatiently.

“No backing out, Lee Ji-an.”

“Huh, I know, I know, so. Hurry up.”

“Okay. I’ll pound you like a dog.”

His voice, tinged with laughter, whispered tenderly. His large hand grasped Ji-an’s knee and lifted it. The panties that had been dangling from her ankle finally fell to the floor.

Thud, as the panties silently rolled away, the harsh pounding began. With the d*ck slamming down from above, Ji-an rolled her eyes back and let out drowsy moans.

“Uhh, ahh, it’s, it’s deep, ah!”

“Oh. Deeper?”

Do-yoon, lifting her legs until they nearly touched her chest, moved his hips fiercely. Thud, thud, thud, his c*ck hammered inside like a stake. It felt like it was hitting her solar plexus, scraping her tender entrance. Her insides felt like they were being raked with claws.

It felt like her stomach would burst.

Ji-an rubbed the back of her head against the couch, panting like a b*tch in heat. Just as he said he would pound her like a dog, Han Do-yoon moved only his waist, thrusting deeply without using his hands. The d*ck, thrusting deeply into her almost folded body, violently knocked against her sensitive spot, bruising her intestines.

The fuse in her head had long since blown. Ji-an trembled like a frog struck by an electric shock. When Han Do-yoon lowered his head to kiss her, she couldn’t catch her breath, making it even harder to stay conscious. His thick tongue endlessly invaded, stealing her breath and saliva.

“Hoo, ah, ahh, ah!”

She couldn’t tell if the embarrassing popping sounds were coming from her mouth or below. Ji-an, crushed under his heavy body, let out only drowsy moans.

Like an idiot who forgot how to control her saliva, she drooled with her mouth wide open. Han Do-yoon sucked it all up by attaching his lips to hers.

“Inside, it’s so tight. Are you a virgin? Did I train you too well?”

“Uhh, ah, it’s, it’s good!”

“Feels good? You’re dying. But what if you die already? We’re just getting started.”

Thud, thud, the hard thrusts echoed through her insides, reverberating up her spine to her skull. Biting her lips, his tongue violently scraped her palate, making Ji-an cry out mindlessly. She couldn’t think of anything.