CHAPTER 3: Sweet and Delicious (Part 3)

Although she tried to hide her cheeks, which were stained with a blush-like hue, he teased them deliberately, and her cheeks grew warmer.

When Moon-kyeong bit her lip hard, he smiled. As if knowing an old habit well, a comfortable smile briefly crossed his face.

“Do you know why this place is called the Island of Pl*asure?”

“I don’t know.”

“They say once you’re on it, you can’t get off. Wanna bet with me, who gets off first?”

His face was expressionless as he said these flirtatious words, and he looked vaguely sad.

At the end of the affectionate thought of wanting to hold her, he licked her lips with his tongue.

Seojun’s eyes, fiercely rushing forward, seemed as sharp as needles. Unable to read emotions in his black eyes, she wanted to say more, but she couldn’t.

Slipping between her lips, he explored inside without hesitation. Dyeing Moon-kyeong’s world entirely in red, he didn’t hesitate as if the “first time” was meaningless.

Seojun held Moon-kyeong’s hands firmly in his own hands. It seemed to mean that from now on, no matter what he did to her, she couldn’t resist.

His hands slid down to her br*asts and between her thighs.

Despite the intense kisses, he relentlessly prodded inside, seemingly unsatisfied.

He parted his lips and asked.

“I have something I’m curious about.”

“…”

“Was it really w*t only because of me?”

Seojun’s fingers slid in and out of her nervously frozen body.

As if to warn of the impending pain of penetration, his probing fingers increased in intensity.

Gasps erupted one after another.

“Mmm.”

“Like that?”

“Hmm, mmm.”

“Oh, f*ck. The sound you make because you like it drives me mad.”

Seojun also breathed heavily. His contorted face and the prominent veins on his arms couldn’t withstand the strain as he thrust into her forcefully.

With each motion of his fingers scraping against her inner walls, as if scraping water from the bottom of a bucket, Moon-kyeong began to whimper rather than moan.

“Mmm, ah.”

As he increased the pace, her b*ttocks repeatedly hit the bed and rose again.

Seojun’s fingers, playing like a piano, weren’t particularly thick. Moon-kyeong remembered them as being quite slender and pretty for a man, but right now, his fingers grinding inside her felt like scissors.

It was supposed to hurt and feel miserable, but strangely, the longer it went on, the more her body responded more vigorously.

Whenever he stopped fingering her, she’d bite down and rock her hips back and forth, as if to beg for more.

She felt her insides heating up.

She wished to be trapped here forever with him, slicing through time together.

It was ridiculous that she was already thinking that when he hadn’t even penetrated her yet, but it was true.

Every time her body trembled delicately; her excited moans were music to his ears.

She no longer wished to reduce her ragged breaths. Even if bruises formed on her wrists from his grip, it didn’t matter.

This dawn. This moment.

She hoped it would last forever.

He loosened his grip on her wrists a little, an action he’d chosen to tease her with, but he could see she was in pain.

He rubbed his p*nis against her body as it pushed through the space between their bodies.

Since it was her first time, he hoped Moon-kyeong wouldn’t feel too much pain. Soon it would dawn, and he hoped to hold her before anyone saw them, but he wasn’t sure.

Whether they got caught or not, it didn’t matter.

But what do you care? You really annoy me, you damn girl.

Seojun lifted one of Moon-kyeong’s legs. Her insides, moistened by his fingers, were as red as lips.

Just like the day he first saw her, Seo Moon-kyeong was graceful and beautiful.

So, just once, he wanted to tear her apart like this, devouring her completely.

More than once, he imagined her sucking his c*ck, sucking it all the way down to his t*sticles.

If she realized that he was the one who brought her here, he was sure she would slap him.

But even if she slapped him, he’d still want to hold her more.

Seojun smirked as his eyes traced between Moon-kyeong’s legs.

“You have a pretty hole.”

“…….”

“Though you’ll have to widen it a little more to fit me.”

He deliberately mixed rough and s*xual taunts in his words. It was a kind of warning.

He wanted her to know that he was not such a nice guy that she could easily get tangled up with at any moment.

Seojun tried to insert himself but then suddenly reached between Moon-kyeong’s hair and lifted her up.

“Can you suck it?”

“It’s ……?”

“Try it. If you suck it well, I’ll f*ck you hard.”

Seojun’s eyes were downcast at her, his strength fading and then returning.

The warm and humid air melted their bodies together.

Moon-kyeong had been holding his p*nis in her mouth for over five minutes now. The salty flesh scent and the sensation of the flesh inside her mouth were unfamiliar at first, but since it was Kim Seojun’s, it all felt fine.

The reason she worked so hard on f*llatio was all because of him. 

She enjoyed seeing him leisurely close his dreamy eyes. That was all that mattered.

He had long eyelashes, and she couldn’t even begin to guess what was at the end of them, but she wanted more compliments.

Seojun slowly opened his eyes and squeezed her cheek.

On the other hand, his p*nis in her mouth grew larger, which made Moon-kyeong feel like it was stabbing her throat.

“Ugh.”

“Do you want to stop?”

Seojun asked, but Moon-kyeong shook her head. Finding her beautiful like this, he gently shook her forehead.

“You suck well. You don’t even grind it with your teeth.”

His voice was calm, like sediment settling to the bottom.

Wanting to excite him again, Moon-kyeong widened her mouth even more. Saliva dripped, and her tongue tingle, but her p*ssy began to throb like crazy.

Despite her intention to excite him, she was the one who got w*t first.

It wasn’t until he saw her getting w*t that Seojun began to get aroused, too. With a short, abrupt moan, he placed his hand on her forehead as a signal.

He started moving his waist.

When an irresistible pl*asure passed between them, Seojun lay Moon-kyeong down.

He didn’t kiss her forehead like an ordinary lover would. He simply slipped his c*ck between her thighs and whispered.

“Spread them.”

“…”

“Let me in all at once.”

With a fierce yet gentle push, Seojun penetrated Moon-kyeong’s body. The two of them took their first steps, like lovers sailing on the deep blue sea of pl*asure and crying.

“Ugh.”

With each intense sensation of their first experience, frequent moans escaped Moon-kyeong’s lips, and the more she screamed, the deeper Seojun went inside her.

Like waves that ebb and flow, the repeated acts were never enough to satisfy their mutual desire.

The boundaries between the beginning and the end were blurred, but one thing was for sure: their first experience was hotter than they had imagined.

As they reached their cl*max together, the sun rose through the transparent glass of the window.

Moon-kyeong enjoyed the peace that the colors brought for a brief moment.

She leaned her face against his unmoving shoulder.

“First time, right?”

“Why? Didn’t seem like it?”

“I was confused.”

His hand slipped through her hair and cupped the nape of her neck. Moon-kyeong couldn’t help but be captivated by his subtle yet sensual movements.

Seojun seemed to enjoy her reaction as he chuckled softly. 

“Does it matter?”

“No, it doesn’t.”

He gestured to the rising sun outside the window.

“Are you going to stay here any longer?”

“Just five more minutes.”

“You’re quite bold. More than I expected.”

“You never know if this is the end.”

Seojun’s eyebrows twitched at her awkward smile. 

“Planning to run away after one time?”

“We’ll do it again?”

He pushed himself up and picked up his pants from the floor and pulled them on.

“You didn’t plan to?”

I warned you that you wouldn’t be able to escape. You probably won’t forget this taste.

Guaranteed.

Seojun opened the door himself.

He’s telling her to get out. 

It’s been less than five minutes. 

Moon-kyeong muttered internally, knowing there was no consideration from him. They were not lovers, after all.

It was just a brief fling on a hot summer night, seeking each other’s warmth. She reminded herself of this fact, but she also reassured herself.

“I’ll come again tomorrow.”

She didn’t need his answer, so she slipped out of the room and closed the door behind her.

The world outside the room had to be approached cautiously, as if holding one’s breath.

As she descended the stairs, she glanced down at Lee Hee-jin, who was still asleep. 

You won’t be up until 3 p.m. Good night. Sweet dreams.

Moon-kyeong nudged Lee Hee-jin’s head with her foot.