Side Story 3.3

He released her n*pple from his mouth and ran his tongue along her ear, then kissed her cheek. Tasting salt, he realized she had been crying. He gently wiped her tears with his fingers, and Junhee gasped for air in the brief pause.  

Dowook, fascinated by her lewd expression, pressed down on her stomach. He caressed the spot where his arousal made her abdomen bulge.  

“Woo Junhee.”  

“Ha, mm, mm, ha….”  

“Junhee.”  

“Mm, mm, ha, ha….”  

“Spread your legs wider.”  

That was the last thing Junhee remembered Dowook saying.  

His thrusts grew faster and harder, the heat of his arousal pounding into her. The bed frame shook violently, the fan rattled, and the rain outside began to pour heavily again. The sound of the curtains flapping in the wind was drowned out by their movements.  

Junhee no longer knew what sounds she was making. She didn’t realize she was clawing at Dowook’s neck hard enough to draw blood or that her own body was convulsing uncontrollably.  

She didn’t know where Dowook was touching her, sucking on her, or thrusting into her.  

All she knew was the overwhelming ecstasy. And that it was Dowook giving it to her.  

Thud, thud, thud, thud. Ah, ah, ah, ah…!

A loud and intense sound echoed. At the peak of their passion, they instinctively devoured each other’s lips in a rush. A scorching heat, unlike anything she had ever felt, poured into her mouth.

Although the condom dulled the sensation of something pouring deeply inside her, she vaguely realized through Choi Dowook’s trembling body that he was releasing something.

Ha… Junhee… Junhee… Junhee…

Even after climaxing, Dowook continued to move slowly within her. He rotated his hips deliberately while thrusting gently.

He can still move even after finishing.

As her body, worn out by ecstasy, went limp, she engraved this newfound realization into her mind.

An overwhelming fatigue washed over her. She closed her eyes for a moment.

Woo Junhee, I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.

That day, how many times did Dowook shower her with those words? The endless confessions, which she never grew tired of hearing, continued as she kept her eyes closed.

***

When she opened her eyes, Dowook was sucking on her chest. Clinging to her curled-up body, he suckled at her like a baby, pulling at her n*pples with a steady rhythm.

Junhee let out a faint whimper. At some point, her top had been removed. 

Did Dowook take it off? When? How? 

She closed her eyes again, and when she opened them once more, he was buried between her legs, his nose and mouth pressed against her.

She drifted in and out of sleep several times. Each time she briefly opened her eyes, she saw Dowook desperately trying to intertwine with her—whether it was her lips, waist, arms, or legs.

Sometimes, it seemed like he was pleasuring himself alone, gripping his member and moving it. The pungent scent that permeated the room hinted at how many times he had done so already.

She closed her eyes again. Some time passed, and when she opened them, her head felt a bit dizzy. Everything she saw and felt blurred the line between dream and reality.

Junhee blinked and looked at Dowook, who had his face buried between her legs like a dog. Though her sense of time was hazy, she knew he had been at it for a very long time. And if she didn’t stop him, he would likely continue for much longer.

“Dowook.”

She reached out for him, as if whining in her sleep.

“Dowook…”

Dowook, who had his face buried between her thighs, lifted his head. Their eyes met. He wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and smiled. That smile was excessively suggestive, enough to make her body flinch momentarily.

“You’re awake?”

However, his voice carried a tenderness that didn’t match the lewdness of his expression.

As he spoke, his large frame loomed closer. His broad upper body completely overshadowed Junhee’s figure. He, too, was shirtless. She distinctly remembered that he hadn’t fully undressed during their frantic entanglement earlier.

“You need to eat.”

His tone was kind, like he was speaking to a child. Junhee slowly shook her head.

“Not hungry?”

This time, she nodded, moving her head up and down. Dowook chuckled, “Ah, so cute,” and pressed a firm kiss to her cheek. Naturally, he lay beside her, wrapping her in his arms, and began to playfully touch her earlobes, cheeks, nose, and lips with his fingertips.

“But you still need to eat.”

Despite saying this, he didn’t let go of her from his embrace. Junhee, who had been squirming in his arms, turned to face him.

She quietly observed his n*ked body. His toned muscles filled every corner of his frame.

Though they had shared countless intimate moments, this was the first time they truly faced each other’s nakedness. Even during their earlier wild encounter, she had been too consumed by the act to notice his body in detail.

Now, she took her time examining Dowook’s physique, but the soft hum of the fan in the background distracted her. The fan’s head seemed slightly misaligned, as if it was broken.

“I told you I’d install an air conditioner, but you insisted.”

Dowook grumbled in a dry tone, clearly annoyed. As Junhee’s gaze shifted toward the fan, he grabbed her chin and turned her face back toward him. It seemed he was displeased that something as trivial as a fan had captured her attention.

Once again, Junhee resumed observing Dowook’s body. It was the body of a man—solid and taut with tension. His frame was built with large, powerful bones and muscles. Just looking at it was enough to make her feel overwhelmed.

Even if Dowook hadn’t grabbed her chin, Junhee would have soon returned her gaze to him. She couldn’t take her eyes off his body.

Though she had clung to and caressed this body in a frenzy, why hadn’t she imagined it would look like this? Gently, she ran her fingers along the veins protruding from his arm.

“You’re making me shy, looking at me like that.”

Dowook teased her playfully. Despite his earlier stubbornness about waiting until their hundredth day, he had ultimately succumbed to her seduction.

“Look at your mouth.”

The way he mocked her slightly agape lips was infuriatingly smug.

Dowook kissed her cheek. Naturally, her gaze lowered. Between his thick, muscular thighs, his er*ction stood prominently. When she lightly grasped it, Dowook let out a sigh.

“It’s huge…”

Though she had guessed its size while fumbling during their kisses, this was her first time seeing it bare.

“Lucky, aren’t you?”

“Has it always been this big?”

At that moment, Dowook’s Adam’s apple bobbed noticeably.

“The tip is so shiny.”

She wanted to ask what he had done while she was asleep to make it glisten like that. But as she spoke, Dowook turned his head abruptly, avoiding her gaze. His ears and neck seemed to flush red.

‘Lucky, aren’t you?’ 

He had teased her earlier. Yet now, he couldn’t even meet her eyes, acting shy. She couldn’t understand him at all. In the end, Junhee laughed. Dowook’s gaze returned to her.

“Don’t laugh.”

Though he commanded her not to, his ears and neck were still red. Junhee couldn’t stop laughing.

“I said, don’t laugh.”

“Men can get this wet too, huh.”

She murmured while touching the glistening tip. Dowook covered his face with one hand. “Ah, damn it…” he muttered, cursing in embarrassment. Then suddenly, he dropped his hand. His gaze, now piercing, gleamed with mischief.

“So, are you this wet too?”

Junhee gasped and quickly withdrew her hand.

“How wet are you?”

But it was too late to escape. As she tried to back away, Dowook caught her. He sat up, pulling her bare legs toward him. Settling between them, he immediately found and touched her dampness. His face regained its arrogant expression.

After their intense session and his prolonged post-coital attention, she was already soaked. Junhee found Dowook’s amused smirk irritating. Flustered, she blushed and scolded him.

“You kept sucking on me.”

“Where?”

“Everywhere… everywhere while I was asleep.”

“Then, which spot got the wettest? Your chest?”

He listed the places he had kissed—her lips, neck, behind her ear, waist—smirking arrogantly as he spoke.

“I figured you’d be wet. Even back when I touched you over your pants, my fingers were soaked. I just had a great idea. From now on, if I get thirsty, I’ll drink this….”

Choi Dowook’s teasing words trailed off as his movements came to a halt. In that moment, Woo Junhee felt as though time and even her breathing had stopped. A strange sensation overtook her.

Only his gaze moved, gliding over her bare body with quiet intensity. The orange glow of the streetlamp filtering through the window illuminated the path of his eyes.

He’s seen my body plenty—during s*x, even while I was asleep. What more is there to see? Why does he look at me with such rapture?

Suddenly, a humid warmth surged over her. 

Is it raining again? 

She glanced toward the window.

“Where are you looking?”

Dowook grabbed her chin and turned her face back toward him. His dark eyes were a storm, swirling with emotions both chilling and ecstatic.

“I gave in because of this.”

His voice was low, almost muttering. The lingering heat in the air seemed to tighten around her throat.

“I tried to hold back… but I want to do it again.”

His large frame descended upon her, and the weight of him pressed down heavily, stealing her breath once more. His lips attacked hers with urgency, their usual precision replaced by clumsy desperation. Even the movements of his lower body, pressing against hers, felt uncharacteristically awkward.