CHAPTER 17 – Affair (Part 2)

“Tell me if it hurts.”

Dojun, having parted his lips, indicated he was moving on to the next step, but Seoyeon was too dazed to respond. She barely managed to nod and catch her breath as Dojun reached for the nightstand. She heard the sound of tearing plastic, followed by the sensation of being laid down.

Through her blurred vision, she saw Dojun’s n*ked form preparing to mount her. He was large, strong, and beautiful. Seeing him put on the condom while maintaining eye contact made her feel a surge of heat.

Dojun bent over her. Her legs parted. She could feel their bodies aligning between her spread legs. Her breath quickened with a sweet, anxious anticipation. As she let out a sigh-like moan, Seoyeon thought,

It’s hot.

Where their flesh touched felt incredibly hot. Seoyeon looked up at Dojun through her hazy eyes. His body began to press into her, overwhelming her.

“Ah…”

She felt a heavy pain and a tight ache. A cry of pain rose to the top of her throat, but Seoyeon only clenched the sheets and kept her mouth shut. Dojun, having pushed in partway, furrowed his brow and spoke.

“Relax.”

How? 

She wondered just as Dojun’s body slid into hers.

“Ugh.”

Feeling as if he had entered fully, a suppressed sound escaped from Seoyeon’s lips. Her hands gripping Dojun’s shoulders trembled. Her heart pounded wildly.

She could feel the tense muscles in his shoulders and arms as he looked down at her. Seoyeon exhaled slowly, trying to alleviate the overwhelming sensation inside by slightly lifting her back. Dojun’s brows briefly furrowed. It was the first time Seoyeon had seen such an expression on his face, prompting her to ask unconsciously,

“Are you okay?”

Dojun let out a laugh. She had worried about him when in this situation, it was her who was struggling.

“No.”

Dojun straightened his back and spoke.

“It feels strange.”

Thinking he was joking, Seoyeon gave a faint, uncomfortable smile, the unfamiliar sensation making her grimace slightly. Her vision blurred again at that smile.

Dojun steadied his breath and looked down at her. It was indeed unusual to stop halfway in, enveloped in her hot tightness, having never experienced such a situation before.

“Then now…”

Should I ask if he was done? Or should I tell him to move? 

Her awkward gaze wandered over Dojun’s face, unsure what to say in the halted moment post-penetration.

Dojun looked at Seoyeon with narrowed eyes, her body holding him like a hot swamp. Her eyes, tired and slightly drooping, appeared sleepy due to the mild fever, her lips slightly parted and swollen.

Sometimes he wondered.

What made Yoon Seoyeon so special? What made me insist on having her despite her being sick? What was so special about her that drove me this far? Was it because I hadn’t fully possessed her yet? Would things change if I had her completely? Would I become indifferent to her then?

“I need to put it all in.”

Seeing her bewildered expression, Dojun grabbed Seoyeon’s waist and pushed the rest of his body in at once. Seoyeon’s neck arched, revealing prominent blue veins. Her body shook and trembled like a fish pierced by a spear. Dojun, who had straightened his back, spat out a breath and swept his hand through his hair. He was going to have her for real.

“Ah…”

Dojun moved deeply inside her, then withdrew. Each thrust caused Seoyeon’s body to shake. When she found it difficult to endure and kept slipping away, Dojun looped her arms around his neck and started moving his hips faster. Suppressed sounds escaped Seoyeon’s throat.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah.”

Following Dojun’s movements, Seoyeon let out broken cries. She tried to bite her lips to suppress them, but Dojun’s powerful thrusts made her mouth open involuntarily. Her back kept lifting, arching her body. Her legs, tightly spread, were now wrapped in Dojun’s grip.

The pounding inside her turned into a sensation of fire. A thick, fiery mass surged in and out, stirring up her insides. Her lower abdomen felt hot and tight. She felt dizzy, her head spinning from the overwhelming heat.

“Wait, wait a moment.” 

She pleaded. He had told her to speak if it hurt but she didn’t know if it was rally pain or pl*asure, an overwhelming sensation. She couldn’t tell, but she called out to Dojun, asking him to slow down, to take it easy. 

“Aah, it’s too deep.”

“Hold on.”

The man who had told her to tell him if it hurt grabbed her waist. He gripped her waist firmly, his eyes narrowing as he thrust harder.

“Aah…” 

A moan escaped Seoyeon’s lips. As Dojun quickened his pace, the fiery mass surged in and out of her, melting her lower abdomen, her limbs, her head.

“No…” 

Seoyeon twisted her body, barely aware of her own words. She wanted to escape, to scream, to to hang on for dear life. It felt like the inside of her was being crushed. Afraid she might burst, she tried to grab onto something. At that moment, her eyes met Dojun’s.

His eyes burned brightly, deep and firmly set. 

In the stormy sea of their coupling, his eyes were like a buoy she had to hold onto. Afraid of being swept away, Seoyeon clung to him desperately, her eyes locked on his, her arms around his neck.

With a low laugh, Dojun ran a hand through his hair and began to thrust with renewed vigor. The place where their bodies met felt like it was on fire. 

Too fast, too much, too… 

Seoyeon shook her head, crying. Her vision blurred, then burst into a vivid red.

Aah…

At the last moment, Seoyeon squeezed her eyes shut. Her arms fell away from Dojun’s neck, clutching the sheet instead. As her cl*max subsided, Dojun flipped her over. With a deep breath, he plunged into her again, making Seoyeon moan and tremble.

“CEO, CEO,” 

She managed to say, her voice muffled by the pillow. “Wait, wait a moment, stop.” These words echoed in her mind, but all that came out were moans. The deep penetration felt like it was splitting her in half. She arched her neck, gripping the sheet tightly.

“Too, too much…”

Too much what?

It was as if Dojun asked. His hand, which had been gripping her waist, now reached between her legs. His fingers grazed her swollen cl*t, making Seoyeon convulse.

Had I answered that it was too deep? Or had I been unable to?

She felt tears welling up as her body trembled. The dull pain of being split open, the burning heat mixed with pl*asure, was unbearable.

Dojun’s heat radiated from his lower body, mingling with the sweat slick on their skins. The l*quid dripping between her legs, she couldn’t tell if it was from herself or from him.

“Lift your hips.” 

Seoyeon shook her head. Her arms, which had been supporting her upper body, had long since given out, leaving her chest crushed against the bed. Dojun grabbed her waist and lifted her hips high. With a sharp thrust, he drove himself deep into her.

Aah.

Her lower body felt like it was melting like wax. With each of Dojun’s thrusts, flashes of lightning burst behind her closed eyes. The deep movements hit her so hard that guttural sounds escaped her throat. The embarrassment of having her hips so high didn’t even cross her mind.

“Stop… please… stop…” 

Her thin, sobbing voice was drowned out by the sound of flesh slapping together. She had nothing to hold onto, her head and chest shook helplessly as she begged him to stop.

Dojun grabbed Seoyeon’s flailing arms. As he pulled her up, her upper body was automatically lifted. She looked back at him with teary, heat-dazed eyes. Seeing her face, flushed and tear-streaked, he thrust deeply. The room echoed with the wild, slapping sounds of their flesh meeting. Her round a$s lifted and fell in his vision.

Seoyeon’s mouth opened in a silent scream as a muted cl*max overtook her. Her entire body trembled uncontrollably, her inner muscles spasming around Dojun. He cursed lowly, pulling out of her, and Seoyeon collapsed onto the bed.

Catching his breath, Dojun climbed over her prone form. His hand snaked between the sheets to grab her br*ast, and he bit her neck, eliciting a faint moan from her. His hand squeezed and twisted her er*ect n*pple, making her inner muscles twitch involuntarily. It seemed all that was left now was stimulus and response.

“Is this enough to tire you out?”

Her hips lifted, her legs spreading apart. The hot, hard muscle of Dojun’s body twitched behind her. His hot breath on her neck and the insistent pressure of his ar*usal against her entrance told her he wasn’t finished yet.

“Don’t you think?” 

Seoyeon weakly shook her head. His lips on her neck curved into what seemed like a smile. She had once thought he might devour her, and today felt like that day had come. As her eyes slowly closed, Dojun entered her again.