Chapter 6 Part 3

Will he always long for love, the love he never had during his childhood?

Gihyun got up. He climbed onto Minjoo, who did everything he asked and loved him earnestly. He propped himself up on his arms and looked down. Minjoo was still deeply asleep.

Gihyun kissed Minjoo. There should have been the smell of alcohol, but instead, there was a strange taste on her lips. After pulling away, he was captured by a peculiar feeling. Holding onto the senseless woman, Gihyun kissed her again.

“Um…”

This time he put his tongue in deeper. Minjoo seemed uncomfortable and pushed Gihyun away.

Her gesture of rejection was unpleasant. He couldn’t bear the thought that she might not love him. Gihyun lowered himself again, this time kissing her neck. Each touch brought a painful sensation to the tip of his p*nis due to a sudden er*ction.

Only then did Minjoo’s eyelids weakly open. Her moist eyes made Gihyun’s pulse race wildly. The more he felt his heartbeat, the deeper Gihyun’s self-denial grew.

He told himself there was no way he could be excited about Cha Minjoo.

It was just the alcohol, stirring things below.

He regarded it as a mere physical thrill. He wanted to relieve it quickly.

“I like you.”

Saying he liked her seemed like she wouldn’t refuse.

“…I want to.”

With a desperate tone, Minjoo opened her eyes wide. Then she quietly lowered her gaze. Then she wrapped her arms around Gihyun’s neck and pulled him in. It was a sign of consent. Gihyun began by pulling up Minjoo’s T-shirt.

As he pulled off her bra, her full br*asts popped out. He grabbed them, too big to fit in one hand.

“Ah… Mm, uh….”

Unable to control his strength, he kneaded forcefully. Sounds he had never heard before came out. He kissed her sharply pointed n*pples. He liked the scent of her skin. He licked around the ar*ola with the tip of his tongue raised. Minjoo’s body shrank.

Gihyun alternately sucked on both n*pples, moved down along her sternum, and kissed her belly button. He gently bit her soft belly. A sound came from Minjoo that he had never heard before. He unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down. Seeing her thin panties that barely concealed her pubic hair made him lose his composure. He frantically took them off.

“Gihyun…”

As she spread her legs, her red inner flesh was exposed. However, the inside was closed. Just looking made his thighs tighten. Gihyun also took off his pants. His protruding member wobbled as it sought its destination.

He buried his face in her tightly closed lower lips. He could see the convex flesh located above the slit. He touched it slightly with the tip of his tongue. Minjoo’s body immediately jumped.

“There…!”

He kept poking at the sensitive area and licked around it with his tongue. Gihyun’s saliva and the fluid from Minjoo quickly wetted the area. However, the opening tightened even more. Before it tightened further, Gihyun aligned the tip of his p*nis with the slit.

Even though she was drunk, Minjoo made a sound of discomfort. Gihyun was thick, and Minjoo was narrow. It was so tight that even Gihyun felt suffocated. He pushed hard. He kept moving, widening the inside of Minjoo.

“Ah, uh, uh, mm….”

Painful moans escaped her. But Gihyun couldn’t stop. The slippery yet resilient flesh stimulated his nerves intensely.

Their first time felt like fireworks were exploding. He unknowingly cursed as he continued to thrust. Inside, Minjoo was hot. Her inner flesh tried to push out his p*nis, but clung to him when he tried to pull out. Fluid from an unknown source trickled out of Minjoo.

“You seem so prim on the outside… Why are you so lewd inside?”

At Gihyun’s words, Minjoo covered her face with her hands. The contracting inner walls tightly squeezed his p*nis. He felt like he could climax at any moment. He stopped moving and just bit his lip.

“Ah, damn…”

He couldn’t stand it. He spread Minjoo’s legs wider and started thrusting wildly.

“Ah! Ah! Oh, uh, ah, ah!”

Minjoo let out high moans. Gihyun’s movements quickened. He pounded furiously. The sound of flesh slapping filled the room. They rushed toward the climax.

Gihyun gasped for air. Pleasure tingled up to the back of his neck. He collapsed on top of Minjoo. Even after he cl*maxed, Minjoo’s v*gina tightly gripped him. It was unbelievable he was still inside her. Gihyun pulled out his p*nis. Blood and s*men were mixed on the tip. Thick s*men flowed abundantly from beneath Minjoo.

He was in the prime of his twenties. He had just learned about women for the first time. Having gotten a taste, Gihyun buried his face between her legs again. He held her thighs with his hands and spread her legs wide. Thick s*men leaked from the split. He touched it with the tip of his tongue. He licked the reddened flesh along with the s*men. Gihyun held onto Minjoo, trying to recapture that first sensation.

His p*nis become er*ect again. Gihyun kissed Minjoo. He inserted his tongue into her mouth and simultaneously penetrated her deeply with his g*nitals. In the moment their bodies intertwined, he thought of nothing. It felt like he was melting inside Minjoo. Pleasure was happiness.

He frantically shook his hips. Not wanting to climax too quickly, he stopped and buried his head in Minjoo’s embrace. With his face against her chest, he could feel her heartbeat through the skin. Minjoo silently stroked Gihyun’s head. It was comforting both above and below. For some reason, he felt like he might cry. Gihyun chose to let it flow downward.

His arm felt heavy. Along with a tingling sensation, Gihyun opened his eyes. Minjoo was using his arm as a pillow, asleep. He quietly watched her until his mind cleared.

They had been together without ever mentioning dating. It was a relationship that didn’t require commitment, could be called upon when convenient, and wasn’t binding. That level of relationship was comfortable for him.

Now that he had broken that unspoken agreement, Gihyun wondered why he had done so. Was it because of the feelings he had while drunk? What were those feelings? Love? Affection?

As soon as he thought of the names, he scoffed. Love was just a momentary emotion. His father had said he loved his mother, but in the end, he left her.

He came to a dangerous conclusion. Once the physical needs were met, the emotions would return to normal. Cha Minjoo was nothing more than a s*x partner he could have at any time.

At that moment, Minjoo slowly opened her eyes. Instead of holding her tenderly, Gihyun just looked at her. Sensing something was off, Minjoo awkwardly lowered her eyes.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Yes.”

In response to Minjoo’s question, Gihyun answered briefly. Minjoo seemed to be asking about the nature of their relationship.

“We’re not kids anymore, do we need to say it?”

He evaded the question with a kiss instead of words. Minjoo did not ask further. She smiled slightly as she brushed back a strand of hair that had fallen over Gihyun’s forehead. Gihyun justified himself as he felt her touch.

We never said we were dating.

Cha Minjoo and I aren’t in a special relationship, and it won’t become one.

After stretching, Gihyun started visiting Minjoo’s studio apartment frequently. While telling others he didn’t have a girlfriend, he practically lived in Minjoo’s room. There was no commitment, but he could enjoy the affection Minjoo offered.

Six months passed, and Minjoo always treated Gihyun attentively. He felt a comfort in that small room he had never known before. However, the more comfortable and accustomed he became, the more he took it for granted. If Minjoo expressed even a slight demand, Gihyun saw it as clinginess and constraint.

That day, he had been drinking since noon and went to Minjoo’s place. Minjoo opened the door with a tense expression, hinting at some resentment.

“I called you earlier.”

“I didn’t see it; I was drinking.”

“I also sent a message yesterday. Why didn’t you check? Is it so hard to call me once?”

“I told you I was staying over at Won-jun’s.”

“When?”

“Didn’t I?”

“…You never told me.”

“Sorry, I thought I had.”

Gihyun’s head was splitting from the alcohol. He staggered into the entrance. As he was about to collapse onto the floor after taking off his shoes, Minjoo continued to nag from behind.

“If you’re coming, come; if not, don’t. But at least let me know.”

“……”

“I don’t know if you even look at my messages, if you ever think that I might be worried, or if you care about me at all. I’m not sure.”

“You know I don’t use my phone much. Don’t try to get confirmation through that.”

“I understand if you need some space. But not contacting me for more than a day is too much, isn’t it? If I don’t reach out first, you don’t contact me at all.”

“……”

“I’m not asking for much.”

Minjoo was begging for love. Rather than appearing earnest, it looked unattractive to Gihyun. He turned around and spread his arms towards Minjoo.

“Won-jun gave me a lot to drink, so I didn’t have a chance to call.”

“……”

“I’m sorry, okay?”

With those words, Minjoo calmed down. This time was no different. She let her shoulders slump and silently suppressed her anger. After a while, her voice softened.

“Hyekyung said she’d come over.”

Hyekyung, a friend from Minjoo’s middle and high school days who was currently taking a repeat year, often came to rest at Minjoo’s studio apartment. Initially, she was merely polite, but at some point, Hyekyung began to show hostility towards Gihyun, as if she had seen through his true nature.

Although he was already an unwelcome guest, Gihyun didn’t want to reaffirm that. He picked up his bag from the floor and stood up. Minjoo followed him to the shoe rack.

“Where are you going?”

“Anywhere.”

“Why like this? You make me worry.”

“If you’re really worried, you shouldn’t tell me to leave.”

“Are you mad?”