Side Story 3.5

Even as he ravished her, he remained attuned to her every reaction. If she showed even the slightest discomfort, he would notice immediately and ask, “Does it hurt?”—all while continuing to thrust into her with ferocity. It was a contradiction that Junhee found endearing. Only she could see this side of him. She didn’t want anyone else to witness this—this version of Dowook was hers alone.

The more intense the pleasure became, the more possessive she felt. She didn’t want to share him with anyone.

Her climax came suddenly.

Her vision blurred, her entire body trembling as though caught in an earthquake. White spots appeared before her eyes, growing larger until they seemed to consume her.

She thought it was over—but it wasn’t.

That night, Dowook penetrated her over and over again, countless times. She thought she heard the sound of something heavy hitting the floor, signaling his release. Yet, not long after, he was inside her again. She couldn’t tell whether he had finished or not.

They did it sitting, lying down, standing, and from the side. In the bathroom while washing, at the threshold while leaving, at the desk in the bedroom, and then back to the bed again. Between each act, he seemed determined never to fully withdraw from her, clinging to her as though his life depended on it.

It seemed like the rain had stopped, and the sun had set. She thought she heard the phone ring, or someone banging on the door to her studio apartment.

Could it be someone complaining about the noise? 

She wondered. 

Did someone hear the commotion and come to confront us?

She was curious, but she couldn’t escape Dowook’s hold. He wouldn’t let her go.

‘It’s summer break. You’re enjoying this too, aren’t you? And it doesn’t hurt, right? Since we have nothing else to do, let’s just keep having fun like this.’

With such words, he coaxed her, never once considering pulling out. If she seemed tired, he would shallowly thrust into her. If she seemed fine, he would drive into her harder.

Junhee didn’t mind. But she worried that if they kept doing this, she might forget about everything else in the real world. Struggling to form words between his thrusts, she finally managed to speak.

“I… I have… something to give you.”

“Hah, something to give me?”

Unable to answer properly, she only nodded.

“What is it?”

Later… later.

She wanted to say it, but the words wouldn’t come out clearly.

“You’ll give it to me later?”

Even so, Dowook seemed to understand her meaning perfectly.

“Alright, give it to me later.”

His response was oddly dismissive, as though his focus was entirely consumed by their current activity.

At that moment, Dowook had her turned onto her side, thrusting into her from behind. Her body rocked with his movements, her vision shaking along with it. She stared at the trembling wall across from her, her face twisting in pleasure.

“Ah, ah, ahhh….”

She really needed to give it to him. She had been waiting all day for this moment. But… ah, it felt too good.

The sensation of him carving a path through her tight, slick walls was indescribable. It felt as though endless waves were crashing inside her.

All she could do was moan and clutch the blanket. She surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure he gave her, letting herself grow accustomed to the new heights he led her to.

She didn’t know how to extinguish the fire burning inside her. Part of her wondered if it even needed to be extinguished. Perhaps, if they did this enough, it would eventually burn out on its own.

With that reckless thought, she reached back toward him. Sensing her intent, he leaned in closer, his breath brushing against her skin. She welcomed it, tears streaming from her eyes—a physiological reaction to the overwhelming pleasure. Seeing her tears, Dowook suddenly stopped.

“Why?”

Her trembling lips made it hard to answer immediately.

“Why are you crying? Should we stop?”

Junhee shook her head, tightening around him to urge him on. Dowook let out a ragged breath.

“What… haah… do you want me to do? Pull out?”

He already knew what she wanted.

“Ah, ahhh…!”

“Or should I go deeper?”

He was teasing her, even though he already knew the answer.

“Say it, Junhee. I need to hear it.”

Even as he spoke, he began thrusting into her again.

“More… hah, ah, ahhh. More… please, more!”

Choi Dowook wanted to hear those words from Woo Junhee. 

Yes, more. I’ll give you more. More. I’ll keep going.

His voice was sultry and rich as he pressed her down onto the floor with his weight. He greedily plunged into the deepest parts of her inner walls.

Unlike before, when he teased her by not fully entering, now he seemed completely consumed by lust. It dawned on Junhee what Dowook’s earlier concerns might have been.

But it didn’t matter. She felt the same. If they were both losing themselves together, it might feel less lonely.

She reached back, pulling Dowook close against her. The wet, slapping sounds of their bodies colliding filled the room, intoxicating her. Her entire body felt as though it had just awakened, burning with heat.

***

A beam of bright light pierced through her eyelids.

The glare disturbed Dowook’s sleep, and when he opened his eyes, Junhee was no longer in his arms. The fan near the door was still whirring noisily, and the clock on the wall pointed to two. It seemed to be two in the afternoon, not the early morning. Dowook’s face twisted in displeasure.

Even though Junhee wasn’t in front of him, the memory of her body—small, delicate, and beautiful—lingered vividly in his mind. Her figure, like a masterpiece, was etched into his thoughts without effort, dominating his consciousness. But the fact that it was only an image in his head soured his mood instantly.

Why isn’t she in my arms? Where could she be wandering off to with that body, without me?

Irritated, he rose from the bed.

He stepped out of the bedroom, the bed frame creaking unpleasantly, as though it might break. He hastily grabbed a pair of pants thrown on the floor and pulled them on.

Is she in the shower? Eating?

He considered the possibilities briefly but was suddenly struck by the thought: 

Could she be crying?

From yesterday afternoon until the early hours of the morning, he had kept her trapped in his arms, relentlessly overwhelming her. To him, it was an act of affection and love, but from Junhee’s perspective, it might have felt like torment. He had been utterly consumed, unable to restrain himself.

The last thing he remembered before falling asleep was Junhee collapsing into his embrace, completely spent. She had no strength left to speak or even lift a finger, surrendering herself entirely to him. The sight of her depending on him so completely had made him happy, and he had held her tightly as he drifted off.

But now, in the light of day, he regretted how intensely he had pushed her. He worried that she might be curled up somewhere, silently enduring the pain alone.

He had told himself countless times to hold back, to be mindful of her since it was her first time. He had rehearsed it in his mind over and over again. But once they started, all rational thought had vanished.

He searched the kitchen, the living room, and the bathroom, but Junhee was nowhere to be found. Since it was summer break, she wouldn’t have gone to school. So where could she have gone, leaving him behind?

Frustration bubbled up inside him. He grabbed his phone and checked his messages. There was nothing from Junhee. Suppressing his irritation, he called her, but she didn’t pick up, which only made him more annoyed.

Standing in the middle of the living room, he scanned the apartment with his eyes. 

There are only so many places Junhee could go. Wherever she went, she’ll come back here eventually.

He knew he should wait calmly for her to return.

But why did his heart feel so restless?

It had been their first time together. He didn’t know how Junhee would react to that experience. Last night, she had been too overwhelmed to think clearly, but now that her mind had cleared, he didn’t know what she might be thinking or how she would feel about him.

I loved it. I loved it so much that I lost control and acted like an animal. What if Junhee hates me for it?

Even though Junhee had begged him for more, her “more” probably hadn’t meant continuing until dawn without rest. And Junhee had always been in the habit of pleading with him, even before they started. She didn’t know what he was capable of or how far he would go. So maybe her words during s*x had been just another habit.

Damn it. I couldn’t even tell the difference. 

He cursed himself. 

I’m such a piece of trash.

Fear gnawed at his mind. He decided he had to go out and look for her. Just as he turned toward the bedroom to grab a shirt, the door lock beeped, signaling someone entering.

Junhee stepped inside, her eyes widening slightly when she saw Dowook. But then, as if avoiding his gaze, she quickly turned her head away.