Side Story 3.4

These unpolished, frantic motions, so unlike him, stirred a strange excitement within her. Junhee wrapped her arms tightly around his body. Her nails accidentally dug into his back, but he didn’t seem to mind.

Every time his hips collided with hers, the loud, wet slapping of skin echoed through the room. Dowook’s deep groans of pleasure filled her ears.

It was then, unbidden, that Song Yeongjoo’s face came to mind. After learning of her relationship with Dowook, Yeongjoo had grown distant from her. The warm, kind smiles she used to offer were no longer there. Though she didn’t oppose their relationship outright, her demeanor had turned cold and detached. All she had said was to take good care of Dowook.

Surely this wasn’t what she meant by taking care of him. 

A strange sense of guilt washed over Junhee, as though she were betraying Yeongjoo’s trust. She turned her head to avoid Dowook’s lips.

“Why?”

He immediately pulled her face back to him.

“Don’t you want to?”

The look in his eyes was deadly, as though her answer could seal her fate. For a fleeting moment, she wondered what would happen if she said no. 

Could he possibly stop, given how far things had already gone?

“What if I say no?”

“Then I’ll put your clothes back on.”

“…That’s not what I meant.”

“Then?”

“I just suddenly thought of your mother.”

Dowook froze for a moment before bursting into laughter. It was a long, twisted laugh.

“Sometimes I wonder.”

“…About what?”

“If you had to choose between my mother and me, who would you pick?”

“What kind of question is that?”

“It’s just that.”

“That’s childish.”

“And yet.”

His gaze seemed to challenge her, daring her to answer.

“Childish or not, I’m curious.”

The way he demanded an answer was infuriatingly arrogant. It was the innate pride of someone born and raised as the youngest heir of the Taesan Group—a trait Junhee tried to understand but couldn’t help feeling irritated by. She knew what answer he wanted, but she didn’t feel like giving it.

“Your mother is your mother, and you’re you. It’s not a matter of choosing one over the other.”

“So who’s more important to you?”

Dowook straightened up, lifting her legs onto one of his knees as he rubbed his er*ction against her. The feeling of his hardness sliding against her wetness sent a shiver down her spine. He pressed against her cl*toris, intensifying the sensation. Junhee began to whimper again.

“Hmm? Who do you like more?”

Even as he tilted his head back and let out soft groans, he persistently demanded an answer. Junhee remained silent. Dowook smirked lazily. At that moment, the sound of raindrops hitting the window broke the tension.

“The weather’s awful.”

The monsoon rains had started again. His movements quickened as he slid against her wetness.

“Woo Junhee, you don’t even answer.”

His tone was as if he were dealing with a troublesome child.

“Is my question so hard? You’re having s*x with me, but you like her more? Anyone listening might think she’s the one who ordered you to do this with me.”

He chuckled bitterly, his laugh tinged with self-mockery. Beneath him, Junhee could only moan softly, overwhelmed by the sensations he was giving her.

“What are you doing? Hurry up and say it’s not true.”

“Ah, ah… yes… uh…”

“You’re not answering until the end.”

“You… ah, ah…”

The tip of his er*ction began to tease her entrance, slipping in and out just slightly, heightening the stimulation.

“Well, it doesn’t matter. I’ll just use even that to my advantage.”

His voice sent a chill through her. There was a hint of bitterness in it, as though he felt some small measure of defeat.

She felt an urge to comfort him. But just as she reached out to touch his face, he thrust his hips forward as though to enter her. His shaft grazed her entrance but missed, sliding against her thighs instead. Undeterred, he continued his movements.

Without warning, he inserted his middle finger into her. The sensation of it sliding in sent a jolt through her. Each time his hooked finger grazed a certain spot inside her, Junhee let out soft, cat-like cries, her hips twisting in response.

“Ah… ah… ah…”

Another finger joined the first. Junhee’s brows furrowed deeply as she whimpered. Dowook’s intense gaze remained fixed on her, carefully observing every reaction. He seemed to be studying her, figuring out exactly how to make her more sensitive.

“Here it is.”

His voice carried a note of triumph as he found the spot that made her muscles clench tightly around his fingers. The pace of his movements quickened, the wet sounds growing louder. Junhee couldn’t fathom where Dowook had learned such techniques. 

Had he spent our hundred-day waiting period learning how to make me feel good? Was that why he had insisted on waiting?

Two fingers became four. When all four fingers pushed inside her, Junhee cried out loudly, wrapping her legs around his waist.

Dowook seemed determined to push her to her limit. He leaned over her, cradling her head as he thrust his fingers into her like a piston. Junhee’s hips rose to meet his movements, her face contorting with pleasure. Even then, Dowook’s half-focused eyes remained on her, watching her every expression.

“Wait… ah, wait, stop… Dowook… ah, ah… I…”

Just as her cries reached their peak, he flipped her over. Her hips lifted, and his shaft entered her. His hot, ragged breath brushed against the back of her neck.

This time, his thrusts were smoother, more rhythmic. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room.

Slap, slap, slap. The weight of his muscular body pressed against her, driving her into the mattress with each movement.

How can my body not break after colliding with such a solid frame over and over? 

She wondered. Perhaps the price would be the blue bruises that would surely bloom across her skin later.

However, at that moment, all those concerns felt irrelevant. The force of his thrusts, deep inside her, made Woo Junhee cry out.

It wasn’t painful—quite the opposite. The pleasure was so overwhelming that it felt almost unbearable, still unfamiliar to her. It was different from earlier when she had taken Choi Dowook’s length in a more straightforward position.

“Haah… You feel so good, Junhee.”

His voice was half-dazed. The speed of his thrusts increased, as though he was pounding into her.

Junhee groaned, clutching the pillow tightly. Unlike their first time, there was no pain—only pleasure. And that, in its own way, was tormenting. It hadn’t been long since he started moving, yet she already felt like she was losing herself.

From behind, Dowook reached out and grabbed her chest. Instinctively, Junhee arched her upper body slightly off the floor, creating a gap. As if he had been waiting for this, Dowook used his other hand to grip her waist and lift her body up.

It resembled the posture of animals mating. With his back straightened, Dowook drove into her with ferocity. Her br*asts, pressed downward, bounced wildly with each thrust. Her arms, braced against the floor, trembled under the strain.

“Ah, ah, ahhh…!”

“I’ve wanted to do this to you for a while.”

“Haa, hahh, ah, ahhh!”

“But I held back, even though I wanted to wake you up while you were sleeping.”

“Hngh, ah, ahhh…!”

His words, as if asking for praise, didn’t even register in her mind. The lewd, wet sounds of him plunging into her filled the room, so loud they seemed impossible to ignore. She feared the noise might carry out through the open window. She tried to close her mouth, but it wouldn’t stay shut.

Her breathing was ragged, as though she were on the verge of passing out. Dowook leaned forward, pressing his chest against her back. He grabbed both her br*asts firmly while his hips continued to drive into her with wet, slapping sounds.

Her inner walls quivered violently. Dowook urgently tilted her head toward him, capturing her mouth with his tongue. Something sticky seemed to trail down her thighs.

Their gazes met briefly, his eyes burning darkly with desire. As she stared into them, he raised an eyebrow and asked, 

“Does it hurt?”

The contrast between the lust-filled look in his eyes and the gentle question he posed awakened a deeper yearning within her. Without realizing it, she clenched tightly around him, her inner muscles squeezing his length.

The way his face contorted in response pleased her. She wanted to see it twist even more, driven by a mischievous desire that welled up inside her. After all the times he had teased her, it felt satisfying to see him lose control now.

“Ah, ah, ahhh…!”

Unable to bear his weight, her body collapsed onto the floor. As soon as she fell, Dowook pressed himself against her back again, thrusting relentlessly. He moved as though he couldn’t survive even a moment outside of her.

Dowook adjusted the angle slightly, and that small change made Junhee scream. Even then, out of habit, she turned her head to seek his lips. Dowook devoured her mouth as though he would bite her, releasing guttural, animalistic groans.