Chapter 5 – That Bastard (Part 8)

‘Woo Junhee.’

It was his voice.

‘Woo Junhee. Come here.’

It was an arrogant command. A voice full of greed. For some reason, she felt compelled to obey.

Following that voice, she found herself in his room. A very large and splendid room overlooking the pond of Heejeongwon through the window. In the middle of that room, on the bed, young Dowook was watching her with an IV in the back of his hand. A gentle classical piece played in the room.

Bathed in the shimmering sunlight, he called Junhee, who was standing blankly. Young Junhee flinched involuntarily.

Regardless of her reaction, he suddenly asked her to guess the title of the piece playing in his room. Junhee didn’t know anything about classical music.

He laughed confidently. He said a stupid girl who didn’t know something so obvious didn’t deserve to be his friend. That made Junhee feel embarrassed and sad. Hiding her shame, she spoke.

‘A weakling like you can’t be my friend either.’

He frowned deeply. He got angry, asking why he couldn’t be her friend. He demanded she take back her words and make him her friend, as if giving an order. Even though he was the one who first declared he wouldn’t be her friend. What a ridiculous boy.

Eventually, Junhee burst into laughter. Dowook stared at her laughter as if it was strange. Then, at some point, his ears turned red. She didn’t know why.

He couldn’t meet her eyes and lowered his head. After glaring at the IV in the back of his hand for a while, he suddenly lifted his head again.

His face was filled with indignation for some reason.

‘Just wait and see. I’ll become so strong. A hundred times stronger than you. So that you cry under me. I won’t show any mercy.’

The threat, with his face flushed and an IV in the back of his hand, didn’t scare Junhee at all.

Yeah. With that nasty temper, who would want to be his friend? I guess I have to be his friend.

Thinking that, she approached him. She wanted to ask if it hurt to have the IV. She wanted to tell him that she was terrified of needles but thought he was amazing for taking it so calmly.

So she was going to tell him that once he was done with the IV and felt better, they should play together. She was going to say she’d play the fighter jet game he liked and show him her homework. But suddenly, she stopped.

Junhee’s chest tightened painfully.

We can’t even be friends anymore. I don’t deserve that anymore. Maybe I’ll never get to stand this close to him again.

She didn’t know why she felt that way. It just made her heart ache. In the end, she couldn’t bring herself to approach him.

Her face contorted as she opened her eyes.

***

It felt like she had emerged from a short dream. When she opened her eyes, she saw the familiar objects in her small room. She wondered when and how she got back here.

She heard the sound of rain from somewhere. She wanted to confirm the reality of that sound and tried to get up.

Her waist was grabbed from behind. Dowook was tightly inside her. His p*nis was aggressive, but his lips licking the nape of her neck were gentle.

“Ha, ha, now, please stop… uh.”

Despite Junhee’s plea, his p*nis continued to penetrate her. She turned to look at Dowook’s expression and saw that he seemed completely lost in pl*asure. His lips teased her ear and cheek. Junhee sobbed and buried her face in the pillow.

Still, it was easier to take him now, as if a path had been cleared. A languid pl*asure spread through her. It was a different kind of penetration from before. He gently rotated his hips. Just that alone made Junhee let out a sharp moan.

Dowook’s rough breath and Junhee’s sobbing moans filled the room. Tears streamed down her temples. The slow, deep, soft, and sticky penetration felt different.

“Should I stop?”

He asked, his lips close to her ear.

“Should I stop, Junhee?”

Hearing his voice, tinged with a moan, made Junhee feel trapped. She couldn’t answer and only let out pained sounds. Dowook seemed to understand her meaning from just that and smiled faintly.

He slipped his hand between the blanket and Junhee’s body, kneading her br*asts. He didn’t forget to tenderly caress her br*asts as he moved his hips smoothly. The sound of water splashing was heard. Their joined lower bodies were too wet.

Pinned under him, she twisted the blanket. She heard a wild and lewd laugh from behind. His smoothly moving body gradually picked up speed.

“Does it feel good?”

“Uh, uh…”

“Ha, you like it too.”

She couldn’t deny it. The heat spreading in her lower abdomen felt good. The cunning Dowook licked and sucked the spots where she was most sensitive. Unconsciously, she twisted her waist to stimulate his p*nis.

“We really are a good match.”

His voice was thick with satisfaction. He gradually increased the intensity of his thrusts. Each time, Junhee felt a strange sense of upliftment.

“I’ll keep making you feel good.”

Dowook whispered, sticking his tongue in her ear. He bit her earlobe and caressed her ear, seducing her.

I’ll keep making you feel good. You just need to stay here like this.

It was the first time his voice had sounded so sinister, sending shivers down her spine.

What are you doing?

She wanted to ask, but only thin nasal sounds came out of her mouth.

At some point, Dowook flipped her body. He thrust into her while facing her. Her legs wobbled in the air.

Then, at another moment, she lay on her side, receiving his p*nis. Dowook grabbed one of her legs and spread it high, thrusting from behind. Her loosened inner walls accepted his massive p*nis without resistance. More than accepting, they tightened around it.

Whenever that happened, Dowook let out a low, deep moan. She liked hearing that moan. A strange joy welled up.

Following the thrusting p*nis, her sideways body swayed up and down. Her heated body didn’t cool down. She faintly sensed the morning light breaking.

Yet, she found it strange that she didn’t stop him. She felt like a beast herself. She liked his hands gripping her br*asts tightly. She liked his lips biting and sucking her shoulder from behind. She liked his p*nis endlessly thrusting into her with desire.

It felt like she was his entire world. Thrust, thrust. As her body jerked with each thrust, she savored the sensation. His speed increased, and his biting on her shoulder became fiercer. She realized the moment of cl*max was approaching.

It’s almost over. 

As she closed her eyes, anticipating release, Dowook suddenly pulled out his p*nis. He groaned for a while and stopped moving. It seemed he was holding back his cl*max.

Junhee frowned.

Soon, Dowook sat up. Leaning against the wall, he lifted Junhee’s body. He aligned her lower body with his er*ect p*nis.

“Ah…!”

As his p*nis entered her, fl*id splashed below. 

This is unbearable.

She knew saying that was useless. She let her body go limp against his shoulder. He persistently thrust his hips. Like a machine, like a robot, he repeated the motion. The sound of flesh hitting flesh drowned out the rain.

Junhee shivered at the precarious act of hitting the threshold and pulling back. Huff. Huff, huff. She panted and looked at Dowook.

His gaze was fixed below. He watched the scene of his dark red p*nis entering and exiting her red hole. Seeing that slick, shiny place felt strange. She lifted her head. Their eyes met. His eyes were unbridled. Eyes consumed by lust.

Fear struck her. She felt she had to stop him now. If she didn’t stop him now, she might never escape this swamp.

“I’m, I’m hot. Hot, Dowook… uh, ha. So, now, ha, stop…”

Before she could finish, Dowook carried her to the window. He opened the sliding window with one hand. The wet air clung to their bare skin. The small yard, soaked in rain, filled their view. The sound of rain grew louder, and the smell of rain mixed with the scent of grass wafted in.

“Is this better now?”

His eyes were unfocused, but his question was gentle. His touch, softly cupping her wet br*ast, was warm, and his faintly smiling eyes were smooth. Junhee realized this was seduction.

“Can you do a bit more?”

Dowook turned her body. He made her grab the window frame and pressed her waist. Naturally, he entered her from behind.

“How long, how long…”

“Just a bit more.”

Ha. With a shaky breath, he spoke. Junhee sensed a certain urgency in his voice. Dowook was struggling too. Yet he wanted to continue this act…

“We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Why not?”

“Ha. We broke up…”

Dowook burst into laughter. He laughed for a while as if he had heard a very funny joke.

“Then, should we be friends again?”

His voice, unusually tender for his temper, was cunning. He only became that gentle when he wanted something.

“Friends who have s*x.”

“Ha, uh, uh…”

“So just endure a bit more.”

Dowook started moving his hips again. Having held back his cl*max once, he became even more relentless.

Every time he thrust shallowly or deeply, Junhee’s pelvis trembled. Each time his p*nis scraped her inner walls, something inside her rose, whether it was pl*asure or pain.

Beast-like groans escaped her throat. She sensed Dowook’s joy as he looked down at her. Emotions transmitted without seeing his face.

Dowook pulled out his p*nis just before Junhee reached her limit. She couldn’t fathom how much longer he intended to continue this. Clinging to the window frame, she mumbled.

“Ha… hot. Too, ha, hot…”

She needed to stop him. She needed to end this now. The excuse of being hot didn’t work at all. Suddenly, Dowook apologized. His tone, seemingly regretful, sounded sincere.

He pressed his chest against her back. Clinging tightly to each other, he grabbed her br*asts from behind. Thrust, thrust, he continued. Again, he apologized, an unfitting apology. Ha. He exhaled deeply.

“I’ve held back for too long.”

“Ah, uh, uh, uh…!”

“You kept me waiting.”

It’s all your fault. 

His low murmur sent chills down her spine. Junhee felt something was wrong. Maybe she wasn’t the only one broken in this long relationship.

“Ah, ah, ah…!”

His hands gripping her waist felt like rough claws. Junhee screamed, but it was drowned out by the rain. Drizzle splashed on her nose. She saw raindrops smearing the open window’s surface. Beyond it, the green yard lost some of its saturation to the rain clouds. The trees were originally brighter and more vibrant.

She felt extremely unfamiliar with herself and Dowook entangled in this room in Nonsan. Having been together for over ten years, she thought nothing would be new anymore.

Was he always this relentless? How did we end up like this? When did we start clinging to each other so desperately?

There were times when they hated and resented each other. 

How did we end up like this?

She recalled young Dowook’s voice from the dream. Calling her. Arrogantly, annoyingly, sometimes desperately, anxiously calling her.

‘Woo Junhee. Woo Junhee.’