Chapter 3 Part 1

For a while, things went on as usual. On the surface, it seemed that way, but Minjoo’s mind was preoccupied with lingering thoughts.

“There was no reason to stay together.”

The more she mulled over those words, the more a strange melancholy crept over her. This emotion showed on her face, and Gihyun didn’t provoke her much because of it. He simply assisted with her daily commute without saying much else.

By the time Minjoo regained her focus, it was the promised Wednesday. Thankfully, Gihyun didn’t mention anything about it. Minjoo didn’t bring it up either, hoping he might have forgotten.

Even when Gihyun came to pick her up after her shift at the lunchbox store, he hadn’t said anything.

“Where are we going?”

It wasn’t the direction to the officetel. Gihyun’s short response followed her question.

“To buy clothes.”

Minjoo assumed he meant clothes for himself and remained silent. She wondered if accompanying him for shopping was part of the contract conditions. Besides, he had a body that would look good in anything, and his sense of style seemed more refined than hers.

Gihyun headed to a nearby boutique. After parking, the two entered the store together. Minjoo glanced at the window display and quietly corrected him.

“This doesn’t seem like a men’s store.”

“It’s not for me.”

Minjoo had nothing to say and followed silently. Clothes were neatly arranged between the displays, and various styles of suits shimmered as they showcased their elegance. Gihyun silently surveyed the store, occasionally glancing at Minjoo’s face. But Minjoo’s gaze was unfocused, showing little interest.

After they had walked around the store, Gihyun pointed to a dress.

“How about that one?”

A white dress with a belt was displayed behind the glass. Minjoo expressed her honest thoughts.

“That looks like a wedding dress.”

However, Gihyun continued to stand there, staring at the dress. The employee, noticing they might be potential buyers, approached them kindly.

“Would you like to try it on? It feels different when you wear it compared to just looking at it.”

“Is this dress for the female customer here?”

“Yes.”

Gihyun answered on Minjoo’s behalf before she could respond. While Minjoo stood there, surprised, the employee quickly took action.

“You’re so slender; everything will suit you well. I think this size will fit you. We have shoes inside that you can try on too.”

The employee handed her the dress and gently nudged her toward the fitting room. Minjoo found herself inside the fitting room almost against her will. She stared at the dress with a troubled expression, feeling apprehensive about wearing such a delicate and pristine garment. She wondered why Gihyun was playing dress-up.

After a moment of hesitation, Minjoo decided to go ahead and change into the dress. She zipped it up and put on the high heels provided in the fitting room. Stepping out, she glanced at the mirror. The dress fit perfectly, making her complexion look even more radiant. In the mirror, she could see Gihyun sitting behind her, staring intently.

“Are you looking for a wedding dress? When is the wedding? If it’s in the summer, we can show you dresses in lighter fabrics.”

The employee’s friendliness made Minjoo’s expression even more awkward. However, Gihyun didn’t seem inclined to argue. Minjoo went straight back to the fitting room and took off the dress.

When she came out after changing back into her original clothes, Gihyun had his wallet out. Minjoo voiced a small protest.

“I don’t see why we need to buy this.”

“……”

“It’s not even maternity wear.”

“If it has nothing to do with pregnancy, you don’t want it?”

Gihyun’s voice was a bit low. The uneasy feeling made Minjoo tense up. Gihyun didn’t even look at her and smiled bitterly.

“If I had bought it for you before, you would have accepted it gracefully, right?”

“…It’s not the same as it was back then.”

Minjoo expressed her feelings plainly. She felt a moment of shame. Fortunately, Gihyun didn’t mock her. He slowly stood up and handed his card to the employee who was watching from a distance.

As soon as the payment was complete, the employee busily wrapped the dress. Soon, the large shopping bag was placed in front of Minjoo. Not knowing what to do, she stood still. Gihyun prompted her with his words.

“I can’t wear this anyway.”

“……”

“You’ll have to wear it.”

Even so, Minjoo couldn’t readily take the shopping bag. Just as the employee began to look at them oddly, Gihyun grabbed the bag.

“I’ll give you a reason to wear it, so just keep it.”

Gihyun, who had said something strange, left the store first. As soon as they exited the store, he quietly spoke to Minjoo, who was following him.

“Today is Wednesday.”

Minjoo had thought he might have forgotten. She inhaled sharply, unable to respond. However, Gihyun slowly emphasized each syllable as he spoke.

“You need to fulfill the contract.”

***

All the way back home, the words “I’ll pay you back, so let’s stop this” rose to the tip of her tongue. Then she thought of her mother lying in the hospital.

It wasn’t like she hadn’t done it before. She just had to endure it for about 30 minutes.

Even after returning home, Minjoo was still picking at the hangnails on her fingers. If Gihyun hadn’t gestured toward the bathroom after he finished his shower, she wouldn’t have thought to bathe.

Even in the bath, she washed herself very slowly. It was a form of passive resistance.

While hoping Gihyun’s mood would change or his energy would wane, Minjoo meticulously dried every strand of her hair before stepping out of the bathroom.

A small side table held a bottle of wine and two glasses. Gihyun, seated in a chair, hadn’t touched them. He didn’t seem tired either. He simply pointed to the wine bottle when he saw Minjoo.

Minjoo walked over to him and poured herself a full glass of wine. She drank it like beer, standing up. She couldn’t finish it and had to lower the glass. Gihyun’s unchanging, intense gaze fixed on her, making her feel more alert despite the alcohol.

Gihyun stood up. The partially open bathrobe revealed his firm chest muscles. As he closed the distance between them, their noses almost touching, Minjoo spoke in a strained voice.

“I wish you would take it easy.”

“…….”

“You just need to finish. There’s no need to…”

“We’re not at a point where we should be kissing or caressing.”

Gihyun paused briefly, then silently wrapped his arm around Minjoo’s waist, guiding her to the bed and pressing her shoulder down to sit. With another push, she flopped onto the bed. Gihyun climbed on top of her, shrugging off his bathrobe to reveal his already swollen p*nis.

He quickly untied the tightly knotted sash of Minjoo’s bathrobe, spreading it open like wings. As the rapid progression unfolded, Minjoo instinctively tried to cover herself with her arms. Gihyun ignored her attempts and only focused on her legs, spreading them apart and positioning them around his waist. His rigid member pressed against her dry entrance.

“Ah!”

The hard intrusion made her flesh tear as it entered, causing a searing pain. Minjoo pushed against Gihyun’s chest, but he easily subdued her hands, whispering,

“You want me to do this quickly when it’s so dry that it won’t even go in?”

The mocking words made her eyes well up, a tear escaping down her cheek. Gihyun pulled back, then lowered himself, cradling her face and kissing along her jawline, as if to soothe her.

As Gihyun slowed down, Minjoo’s breathing became easier. He positioned his p*nis against the mound between them, rubbing it slowly.

“Just from going in a bit, it feels like the first time again.”

“……”

“…Have you been with anyone else?”

Despite not being with anyone, admitting that felt pitiful. Minjoo lied.

“…Yes.”

“……”

Gihyun gripped Minjoo’s thigh firmly, causing a short gasp to escape her lips. At that moment, he aligned his p*nis with her entrance. As he pushed his hips forward, he gradually penetrated her with his p*nis.

“Ah! Ah! Ugh, ah!”

“You’re not stretched at all.”

“Ugh…”

“Was the guy you were with small?”

Fueled by jealousy, Gihyun pushed in forcefully. Minjoo could only exhale and tighten around him, unable to do anything else. When he could go no further, Gihyun paused, catching his breath. Then he began to thrust, gradually opening her up with each push. Minjoo gasped, overwhelmed by the slow stretching.

“Stop…”

“……”

“Gihyun, please stop…”

Unconsciously, she called his name, and Gihyun’s momentum slowed. He caressed Minjoo’s body with his fingertips, kissing her temple and cheek gently, as if engraving his presence with soft bites and licks.

Minjoo’s expression relaxed slightly, and at that moment, Gihyun withdrew. With a sigh, he grabbed the insides of her thighs, spreading them wider. He leaned down, placing his mouth over the entrance he had just left.

“Ah!”

Pressing the back of her thighs, he folded her legs, exposing her fully. Gihyun brought his face close again, his tongue touching the wet folds.

“Mmm, ah, ah, ah.”

With every movement of his tongue against her flesh, Minjoo’s moans grew louder. He licked at her folds, sucking on the area around the puckered entrance. Minjoo’s body, folded under Gihyun’s manipulation, responded to every touch and lick with sounds of pleasure.

Tears slipped down her cheeks as Gihyun pulled back, bringing his fingers to her s*x. He spread her open, finding the small, swollen nub and relentlessly rubbed it. As he circled it, fluid seeped from Minjoo, his fingers smearing it around her entrance.

“Ah… ah, ah…”

Her moans, echoing beneath him, were filled with pain and desperation. She wished he would just hurry and penetrate her, to finish and release.

As she moaned, her mouth fell open, and Gihyun slid two fingers inside. He pressed down on her tongue, causing saliva to trickle from her lips. As he methodically rubbed her palate, Minjoo’s body trembled. Finally, he withdrew his fingers.

“I…”

He wiped the liquid from her lips, adding softly,

“Had no one else.”

Before Minjoo could grasp the meaning of his words, Gihyun grabbed her wrist and raised it. He brought her fingers into his mouth, meticulously coating each joint with his tongue, sucking them softly. It was as if her fingers had become his p*nis, gently thrusting into his mouth.

Saliva dripped down her fingers, making her hand wet, resembling a p*nis that had just been withdrawn from her v*gina. The erotic sensation caused more fluid to seep from Minjoo’s entrance.

He then removed her fingers from his mouth and intertwined his fingers with hers. Holding hands, he pressed her arm above her head, maintaining the interlock. Slowly, he rubbed their clasped fingers together, the slick sound of saliva filling the air.

“Since it’s been a while, I thought it would be enough just to cum,” Gihyun murmured as he moved against her body and fingers.

“I want to f*ck you more than you did when I wasn’t around.”

Releasing her hand, he guided his p*nis to trace around her entrance.

“Do you remember the first time we did it?”

He parted her folds and touched the wet flesh inside, making her entrance tighten reflexively.

“You used to devour me here,” he whispered, drawing a moan from Minjoo. Gihyun thrust into her in one go, exhaling sharply as if in pain.

“I still remember,” he said, gripping her hips and pulling back slightly, finding a bit of space. His mouth found her neck as he continued, “Back then, I realized why people are so obsessed with f*cking.”

The sensation of his lips on her neck made his voice resonate within her.

“…It still feels like the first time,” he murmured. “Your body. You.”

“Just like back then.”

With a meaningful tone, Gihyun’s lips met hers. It was a kiss that felt young and inexperienced.

“I’m going to cum inside you.”

Gihyun gripped Minjoo’s hips tightly, causing her to cry out as her body lifted slightly. He began to move his hips slowly, back and forth.

“If it spills out, I’ll just push it back in,” he muttered.

“Ah, ahhh, ugh!”

“I won’t let it dry.”

“Mm, ha, ack!”

“Until you’re sure to conceive.”

With each slow thrust, tears welled up in Minjoo’s eyes and fell. Gihyun paused for a moment, making her feel like she was being impaled when he moved and filled when he stopped. Minjoo could only breathe heavily with her legs spread wide.

“Sometimes I thought about you,” he said, giving her no time to process his words before thrusting in deeply again. He pounded into her with such force that her head hit the headboard. He continued to thrust, harsh and unrelenting, as if trying to crush her insides. Minjoo, only able to moan, tried to push him away with her hands. Gihyun responded by slapping her b*ttocks hard with his large palm.

“Haaah!”

She trembled and tightened around Gihyun, eliciting a beast-like groan from him. He pressed behind her knees, folding her body almost in half as he applied his weight. With her body bent to its limit, Gihyun pounded into her relentlessly from above.

“Ah! Ahh, ah, Park… Gihyun… Mm! Ah!”

Her moans were mixed with cries, yet Gihyun did not stop his thrusting. He rubbed against her until their pubic hair touched, then drove in deeply, their bodies meeting with force. Minjoo’s lower body trembled in response to his movements.

Gihyun’s body shook as he groaned sharply.

“…Cha Minjoo.”

The words that burst out along with his climax were:

“…I’m not letting you go.”

He lifted her hips with his hands as if to ensure she took in his release. After spilling into her, Gihyun pulled out, and cloudy liquid spilled from the open entrance. He immediately pushed himself back in, blocking the flow. Releasing her folded body, Gihyun collapsed onto Minjoo, his weight causing her to gasp for breath. He planted a brief kiss on her neck as she panted beneath him.

Even after climaxing once, his p*nis remained rigidly er*ect inside her. Gihyun rose again and began thrusting into Minjoo’s body. The bed shook, and a precariously perched pillow tumbled to the floor.

Gihyun cl*maxed once more.

Only after releasing deep inside her again did he reach out to gently caress Minjoo’s face.