Side Story 3.2

Their first time happened on a rainy day.  

It was four days before the hundred-day deadline Dowook had mentioned, on the day the early monsoon rains of June began.  

It was a Sunday afternoon. The monsoon rain had been pouring all day but stopped briefly. The sunlight breaking through the dark clouds was unusually vibrant.  

The white curtains hanging by the window of her rented room fluttered loudly, flapping against the frame. A fan near the door whirred noisily as it spun. The bed creaked incessantly, and from the living room, where the TV hadn’t been turned off, the chatter of celebrities seemed faintly audible.  

Amidst it all, there was the slow, wet sound of Dowook’s body moving against hers.  

His body trembled slightly as he pushed himself into her. His gaze, fixed on Junhee, was turbulent and restless.  

He seemed conflicted, wondering if this was really okay, if Junhee wasn’t in pain, if she didn’t hate him. Yet, he was overwhelmed by the pleasure that consumed him, his eyes filled with confusion. Still, his usual fierce intensity didn’t waver.  

‘Junhee, you’re beautiful. So beautiful. I like you. I love you. Since I was very young, it’s only ever been you for me. You know that, right? That I’ve always liked you. Ah, you’re so beautiful. I’m going crazy. Why are you this beautiful? How can everything about you be so lovable?’  

He whispered sweetly, but below, his large arousal was relentlessly pushing through her tight entrance. It was a contradiction.  

A contradiction, but it felt entirely sincere.  

His hands, trembling slightly, cupped her cheeks. Junhee, wanting to reassure him, wrapped her arms around his back. She wanted him to go deeper inside her.  

But he moved very slowly, very carefully, as if savoring every moment. She could feel every sensation as he entered her, the wetness parting for him. She knew she would never forget that feeling.  

“Ah, mm, ahh, huh, ahh…!”  

As usual, after a long time of kissing and f*replay, Dowook had finally given in to his desire, unable to resist Junhee’s teasing and pleading.  

Without even taking off their tops, he had gone ahead. It seemed he didn’t have the presence of mind to remove them. Even putting on a condom had taken him several tries.  

His hands, clumsy and trembling with urgency and nervousness, made Junhee smile a little. Dowook, blushing, had muttered that things had gone smoother at his apartment.  

She wondered if he had practiced putting on condoms alone when she wasn’t around. She was curious but didn’t ask. She felt like his ears would turn even redder if she did.  

Her body had been wet from hours of f*replay, so she thought it wouldn’t hurt, but it did, a little. His size was too much to take in without discomfort. If Dowook hadn’t spent so much time preparing her, she doubted he could’ve entered at all.  

Slowly, steadily, he moved inside her, each thrust making her lower abdomen ache and tighten involuntarily.  

It wasn’t just pain. Between the discomfort, waves of heated pleasure coursed through her nerves. The sensation was so unfamiliar that she couldn’t even think to bend her legs, which were spread high on either side of his waist. Her body tensed up.  

Dowook’s face twisted in agony. Unable to hold back, he cursed under his breath.  

She didn’t usually like hearing him curse—it was a bad habit. But strangely, during s*x, she liked it. She wanted him to lose control, to go wild, to curse more.  

So, instinctively, she clenched tighter around him.  

Each time, she felt the strange sensation of his arousal swelling inside her, and the thrill sent shivers through her.  

“Relax.”

“Ah…!” 

“Relax, I said. If you keep clenching like that, damn it, I won’t be able to hold back….”

He couldn’t hold back anymore. Dowook’s composure and restraint were visibly fading. The rhythm of his thrusts gradually picked up speed, though only slightly at first. The wet, slapping sounds grew louder, and the pain Junhee felt began to dull, replaced by an overwhelming sensation.  

As she writhed in pleasure and happened to glance downward, the sight was lewd. Black pubic hair tangled together, and the clear, viscous fluid glistened between them. In the center of it all, Dowook’s massive, dark-red arousal moved in and out of her. Junhee felt a strange sense of euphoria.  

We’re having s*x. Finally, Choi Dowook is inside me.  

“Mm, ah, mm, ah…!”  

She wrapped her arms around his neck, overwhelmed by the satisfaction welling up inside her. The fullness of being completely connected to Dowook filled her with bliss. Intuitively, she raised her voice, knowing that her cries only excited him further.  

“Does it hurt? Junhee, does it hurt?”  

Dowook had the audacity to ask such a question, all while staring at her with a gaze full of hunger. His body, driven by desire, continued to thrust into her roughly.  

He seemed terrified that she might actually say it hurt, forcing him to stop. Before she could even answer, Dowook hurriedly poured out his confessions:  

You’re beautiful. So beautiful. I love you. I love you so much, Woo Junhee. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. But I still love you.

His tender words and the gentle way his hands cradled her head stood in stark contrast to the relentless pounding of his hips.  

Junhee’s body trembled with an unfamiliar, overwhelming pleasure. She twisted her waist and stretched her legs high, unable to bend them.  

As her body twisted, she turned her head and grabbed at the discarded blanket nearby, clenching it tightly. Her lips, flushed red, had been parted for so long that they wouldn’t close.  

The sight was surreal, like a dream. Dowook, looking down at her, watched as sweat dripped from his chin.  

How did it come to this? 

Dowook thought.  

The wet, rhythmic sounds of their bodies colliding filled the room.  

Why is Woo Junhee lying beneath me like this? 

He thought again.  

He thrust harder, his gaze fixed on the glistening point where their bodies joined. A faint smirk tugged at the corners of his lips.  

It had started when summer vacation began. Knowing that Junhee often skipped meals out of laziness, he’d brought food she liked, set up a small table in front of the tiny TV in her living room, and made her eat. They had watched TV together, but when the show turned out to be boring, he had hugged her from behind, teasing her chest.  

As Junhee’s breath grew heavier, he kissed the back of her neck and tilted her chin for a kiss. Naturally, he began to restrain her body and knead her curves as they kissed, just as they always did.  

But this time, Junhee had slipped her hand into his pants and grabbed his arousal. With surprising skill, she stroked him up and down.  

‘I want to go all the way.’  

‘I want to do it with you.’ 

‘There’s not much time left, right? Hmm?’  

She had coaxed him, even trying to take him into her mouth. The moment her tongue brushed against him, he lost control.  

He couldn’t stand the thought of her doing something so dirty, nor could he keep suppressing his desire to have her. Pulling himself away from her mouth, he had pushed her down. That had been the beginning.  

Ah, right. It was summer vacation. 

He realized they could spend the next couple of months doing this endlessly.  

All day long. On Woo Junhee’s bed, off the bed, in her living room, kitchen, bathroom, and on the floor of her small apartment. He would spend every moment filling her with himself.  

How it had come to this no longer mattered. All he wanted now was to keep going, forever.  

Dowook thrust harder, the bed frame creaking noisily beneath them.  

“Ah, ah, ah, ah, mm! Dowook, Dowook…!”  

Junhee’s voice, calling his name, was both sensual and endearing.  

“Wa-wait… wait, ah, mm! Just… ah, ah!”  

No, it was too late. See? This is why I didn’t want to do it. But we already have. You’re the one who tempted me.  

Dowook’s lips moved mechanically, whispering the words he knew she loved to hear, ensuring she couldn’t push him away.  

You’re beautiful. So beautiful, Woo Junhee. Why are you so beautiful? Damn, you’re unbelievably beautiful. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. Ah, damn, I want to go deeper.

Even as he was already inside her, he was consumed by the desire to penetrate her even further. He spread her glistening hips apart, pushing himself deeper into her wet entrance.  

Sucking on her hardened n*pples, he thrust into her walls relentlessly. Junhee let out a high-pitched cry and twisted her waist. The wet sound of their bodies colliding splashed onto his stomach. Dowook looked down at the scene with satisfaction.  

“Ah, mm, ah, mm, Dowook, stop, ah, stop, Dowook, ah…!”  

Even as she begged him to stop, her body instinctively clung to his whenever he tried to pull away. Dowook, who had been sucking on her n*pple, let out a sly laugh.  

“Do you want me to stop or not?”  

He grabbed both of her hands, which had been pulling at his hair, and pinned them above her head. Junhee, now screaming, wrapped her trembling thighs tightly around his waist. The loud, wet sounds of their movements filled the room.  

If there’s a paradise for everyone, Dowook thought, his would be filled with sounds like these.