CHAPTER 31 – Tell me (Part 1)

“I’ll use the bathroom in the master bedroom, and you can use the one in the living room. There are some new toothbrushes in the cabinet, so you can take them out.”

Dojun nodded. Seoyeon seemed to talk a bit more when trying to hide her tension.

“If I take a while, feel free to watch TV. The remote is on the coffee table, and if it doesn’t turn on easily, you can press the power button on the set-top box.”

Dojun nodded, understanding. Seoyeon looked around, wondering if there was anything else she should explain. With a slightly awkward expression, she headed towards the bedroom.

He watched the closing bedroom door, then turned his body. He hung his jacket and vest on the back of the dining chair. As he unbuttoned the cuffs, he glanced at the TV.

“Do you still have it?”

“I haven’t deleted it because I felt I might need to keep it a little longer. That’s why I feel burdened whenever I watch TV.”

Dojun’s gaze briefly went to the TV stand drawer before he looked around the living room. There was a wall-mounted TV, a small table, a long straight sofa, and a tall lamp.

Turning his head a bit further, he could see the drying rack on the balcony and the neatly hung towels. He imagined Seoyeon hanging the laundry and gazing at the view below the balcony.

Seoyeon would then come in carrying the laundry basket and take a nap on the simple sofa, sometimes pulling the thin blanket over herself.

She would sit in front of the TV, blow on her ramen, turn on the faucet to do the dishes, sit silently on the dining chair and sigh tiredly, then brew a warm tea and sit lost in thought, cradling the cup in both hands.

Dojun took in Seoyeon’s space with his eyes.

This was the place she would drag herself back to after their nights together at his place. A place filled with traces of Seoyeon. A place that exuded her scent in every corner. Just stepping into this space made him feel intoxicated by Yoon Seoyeon.

Dojun slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He didn’t want to hurry. The night was long, and there was plenty of time.

When Seoyeon came out of the shower, freshly changed into comfortable clothes, she found Dojun already sitting on the sofa, looking at his phone. The only difference was that unlike at his house, where Seoyeon wore a full set of clothes, Dojun was wearing only briefs.

Why am I embarrassed when he’s the one who’s n*ked?

Seoyeon blushed unnecessarily. She thought she’d cooled down enough in the shower, but it didn’t do much good, and her cheeks burned again.

“Come here.”

Seeing Seoyeon, Dojun set down his phone on the table. He looked much more sober than one would expect, given they had consumed the same amount of wine. When Seoyeon hesitated, Dojun reached out and grabbed her wrist. When she stood in front of him on the couch, he lifted his head slightly and looked up at her.

“Do whatever you want.”

Seoyeon looked at him, unsure of what he meant. Dojun grabbed her waist and pulled her to him.

“Anything you want to do.”

Seoyeon’s face reddened at his words. Dojun reached out, his hand cupping her warm cheek, caressing it and her earlobe. He could feel her breathing growing heavier.

“You know it’s been over two weeks, right?”

Dojun asked, gently rubbing Seoyeon’s ear tip. Due to the missed weekend, it had been almost half a month since they last spent the night together.

Seeing Seoyeon lower her brow and nod slightly, Dojun felt a dull ache in his chest.

“So do something, anything.”

Dojun spoke, close enough for their lips to almost touch. If Seoyeon just leaned in a bit more, their lips would meet – it was practically an invitation to kiss.

“I can do anything I want?”

Seoyeon looked up and asked. Seeing her moist eyelashes made Dojun want to lick them. He must have been restraining himself for a while. Dojun nodded and said,

“Anything.”

He imagines Seoyeon pulling his neck and biting his lip. He imagines her sticking her tongue out and parting his lips. He imagines her shoulders hunching and her back arching. He imagines plunging his tongue deep into the soft mucous membrane where she bit his finger. 

Dojun glimpsed these thoughts in the brief moment their eyes met.

Seoyeon stepped between Dojun’s legs and looked down at him. Her reddened ear indicated she was pondering what to do. He looked up at her, wrapping his fingers around her long, loose hair.

She reached out, her slender, soft hand gently caressing his ear. Dojun felt the blood rushing to his ears.

What do I want to do?

Caressing Dojun’s ear, Seoyeon thought. 

What was it that I wanted to do with this man? 

As she pondered, Dojun’s pulling motion caused her to kneel on the sofa. She was gradually drawn closer until she was almost straddling his lap.

When they were face to face, Seoyeon realized what she had wanted.

She wanted to tightly embrace his neck. She couldn’t bring herself to say that the past two weeks had been difficult, but she just wanted to hold him and draw warmth from him.

Life is so hard, and I’m a little tired, so just hold me for a moment, please.

But we don’t have that kind of relationship, so I guess it’s all I can do.

Lowering her eyelids, Seoyeon leaned in. Their lips met like oppositely charged magnets.

The kiss lasted a long time, her lips swollen red from constant sucking. Her bra had long since been undone beneath her thin cotton T-shirt. Inside the T-shirt, Dojun’s hands moved wildly, and with each stroke, a pained moan escaped Seoyeon’s wet lips.

When their lips finally parted, a thin trail of saliva stretched between them. Dojun wiped the tingling, reddened lips with his fingertips, then immediately slid his hands under Seoyeon’s armpits. In a swift motion, her body was turned, and she found herself seated on Dojun’s lap.

Dojun pulled Seoyeon’s waist tightly against him and leaned in.

Mmm.

Seoyeon shrugged her shoulders as Dojun’s hot lips pressed against her neck. The arm wrapped around her waist grabbed the hem of her shirt, yanking it up. Her vision was briefly obscured, then cleared as Dojun’s large hands covered her unclothed br*asts.

He slides his hand down her pants and underwear to her thighs. With his arm around her waist, Seoyeon couldn’t pull away from him, and her legs twitched. Her tightly clenched legs couldn’t fully close due to Dojun’s hands.

The dark screen of the turned-off TV reflected their silhouettes. As Dojun moved, muffled moans escaped from Seoyeon outside the screen.

At some point, Seoyeon bit her lip and shook her head. A tingle ran down her spine as Dojun nibbled on the nape of her neck, and the tingling sensation traveled down to her lower stomach as his large hand twisted the peak of her br*ast. Her toes curled, and her hips kept arching forward. Her breathing became labored, stuttering before continuing.

“No, stop…”

Seoyeon shook her head with a teary expression. The tightly wrapped arms refused to let go of her. When she squirmed from the stimulation beyond her limits, Dojun simply lifted her back up and sat her on his thigh.

“Stop…….”

Seoyeon arched her back and pleaded. When her body threatened to boil over with heat, Dojun would stop moving, but when she gasped for air and calmed down, he would resume his caresses.

“Stop?”

Dojun asked, to which Seoyeon nodded. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to ask him to stop or if she wanted him to stop.

“What exactly do you want to stop?”

As Dojun moved his fingers, Seoyeon’s body began trembling again. 

Ugh, stop, no, stop, no, there, ahh.

Seoyeon let out a long, drawn-out moan, arching her back. Her previously stiff body went limp, and she lay on top of Dojun, panting.

Her entire body felt flushed. Her mind had gone blank, and her senses were numb, leaving her just breathing, when Dojun’s hand moved again. The agonizingly pleasurable sensation started anew.

The second climax came faster. Seoyeon gripped the arm steadily caressing her, her nails digging into the skin and leaving red marks, but Dojun didn’t stop the pleasuring motion.

Too much.

She felt like she was drowning in wave after wave of climax. Seoyeon gathered her strength and turned her body on his thighs so she was facing him, cuddling against him. For the umpteenth time, she wanted to stop climaxing on her own. Clinging tightly to his neck, she pleaded,

“I don’t like this.”

“What don’t you like?”

The man’s casual speech in banmal (intimate speech) gave her a strange feeling. It was like looking at a distorted painting, where distant things are far away, and close things are too close. Hearing the man’s casual speech made her feel that the distant man who should have been far away had become too close.

“I like this.”

Seoyeon said as she hugged Dojun’s neck. 

I like holding you, flesh against flesh, I like looking into your eyes when the pleasure is too much to bear, and I like kissing you every once in a while when you make that sound.

“Facing each other… now, I want you to enter me.”

Dojun let out a chuckle, his Adam’s apple bobbing. Grasping Seoyeon’s waist, he pulled their bodies apart. Staring intently into her eyes, he said,

“Then, come up.”

Seoyeon lowered herself onto Dojun’s body. As always, the searing pain accompanied the sensation, making her face scrunch slightly as she fully seated herself. The once tender flesh had become pliant, parting with difficulty.

“Ah.”

Just before Dojun’s patience ran out, Seoyeon fully sank down. Trembling intensely while pressed together, she embraced his neck and leaned into him.

Dojun held Seoyeon’s waist with both hands, guiding her hips to move, forward and back, up and down. With each motion, Seoyeon let out muffled moans.

When she got used to it, she started to move on her own. Dojun watched her through half-lidded eyes, Seoyeon’s face flushed with embarrassment and pleasure. Maintaining eye contact, Dojun grabbed her br*ast fully, sucking it in, eliciting a short scream from Seoyeon’s lips.

Whenever Seoyeon stopped moving, biting her lips, Dojun would grasp her waist, thrusting up rapidly. Seoyeon’s back would arch deeply, and the muffled moans mixing with the lewd sounds of their bodies colliding filled the living room.

“Aah.”

At some point, Seoyeon’s heated face slumped onto Dojun’s shoulder. The hands gripping his shoulders tightly embraced his neck. Seoyeon pressed her body close to him, trembling. It was her third climax.