CHAPTER 43

Minhee, clinging desperately to him with her arms around the nape of his neck, asked him sobbingly. Taejun chuckled, despite the sweat dripping down the back of his nose. His p*nis was now about a third of the way in.

As the condom was too small to cover more than a third of his p*nis, he hadn’t even intended to put it all in from the start. Taejun exerted more pressure on Minhee’s thighs and pushed a bit further. His intention was to insert only up to the point where Minhee felt pl*asure with his finger and then stop.

“Why are you laughing? Ahh, pull out! Stop coming in! It hurts, you jerk! Ugh!”

Minhee squealed and cursed, covering her mouth with her hands in disbelief. Taejun buried his face in the nape of Minhee’s neck, his shoulders shaking as he tried to hold back his laughter. 

“Ah, don’t pull out!”

“You said to pull out earlier.”

“No, ugh, don’t do anything, don’t move, just keep your face up.”

Taejun, unable to hide his laughter, obeyed Minhee’s demand and lifted his face. Minhee, with a red nose and watery eyes, sniffled and tentatively touched his cheek with trembling fingers.

“If you weren’t handsome…. I’m being lenient because your smiling face is pretty.”

“Pre… tty… Well, thank you anyway. Can I move now?”

Taejun’s smile deepened, his eyes closing, and his lips forming a soft curve. Despite Minhee’s tear-stained eyes staring at him dazedly, her eyelids fluttered a few times, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.

“But still, no moving.”

“Shall we stay like this all night then? I don’t mind that.”

Taejun whispered, running his tongue along the lobe of Minhee’s ear. His hand slipped back to her cl*t and gently stroked it.

As Minhee closed her eyes and shivered, Taejun pushed his p*nis further in. Minhee dug her nails into his shoulders and opened her eyes wide.

“Aaahhh! Taejun, you’re-!”

“Shh… Just a little bit more, I’ll move slowly.”

Taejun wrapped his large hand around Minhee’s forehead and trailed kisses down her neck. His fingers moving between her legs increased the speed of stimulating her cl*toris. Minhee’s fingers, gripping Taejun’s shoulders with all her might, slipped in the sweat and scratched him like cat claws.

With superhuman patience, Taejun raised his lower body in a subtle motion. The tip of his p*nis stubbornly jabbed at a certain part of her inner walls.

It was an extremely restrained movement that defied instinct. Rather than vigorous thrusts, these subtle movements created much more tension in the muscles.

With his heavily tensed lower body muscles bulging, sweat trickled down Taejun’s chin. The squelching sound of moist flesh meeting, Minhee’s moans, and his rough breathing filled the room.

“Haaahhh!”

Minhee’s waist arched, and her hands, which were wandering aimlessly in the air, grabbed Taejun uncontrollably. He looked at her as if bewitched as she cl*maxed. Between her parted lips, a pink tongue was visible, and tear-filled eyes lost focus over the flushed cheeks.

A shiver ran down his spine. Every time she shivered, her inner walls squeezed his p*nis fiercely, alternating between contraction and relaxation.

“Ugh!”

Taejun tensed his entire body and buried his face in her chest. He was breathing heavily, and it was all he could do not to let his hard spurts of s*men slam straight into her inner walls. It was the longest ej*culation he’d ever held back.

This experience was unprecedented. Achieving cl*max through the tightening of her narrow inner walls and subtle friction alone, without vigorous movements, left a lasting pl*asure. Enduring the sensation that felt like nerves tingling, Taejun realized he had to revise his views on s*x.

‘s*x may not be as efficient as m*sturbation, but its pleasure is so high that it renders the utility value of efficiency into the trash.’

As his heavy breathing gradually subsided, Taejun lifted his upper body that had covered Minhee. She blinked blankly, gasping for breath. He gently covered her abdomen with his hand and caressed it softly.

“Now, I’ll pull out, so please endure a little even if it hurts.”

“Ah!”

He felt the p*nis slide out from under his palm. Then he felt something strange.

[Fxxx!]

Taejun cursed involuntarily. The condom, which was too tight, couldn’t withstand the friction and ripped lengthwise. When he removed the condom, a thin stream of white c*m mixed with a bit of blood seeped out from the torn gap. Minhee blinked, her eyes unfocused, and sucked in a breath as she saw the condom in Taejun’s hand.

“The condom tore. Just to be safe—”

“It’ll be fine. I’ve been taking contraceptive pills for a while now.”

There was an awkward silence for a moment. Taejun looked around to dispose of the condom in his hand. He adjusted his fallen pants and headed towards the bathroom attached to the room.

The air in the room felt cooler now that Taejun’s body heat was gone. In the gap between the painful ache and the thrilling and provocative sensation that shook her entire body, her mind felt partly melted.

Watching Taejun’s back as he entered the bathroom, Minhee clumsily pulled the blanket that had slipped to the corner of the bed to cover herself. Her arms and legs were still shaking so badly that she couldn’t stand up.

‘If I try to get up to pick up my clothes, I might just collapse on the floor.’

She could still feel the faint afterglow of climax mixed with numbness between her legs. Minhee lay still and reflected on the historic event that had just happened.

‘Taejun called me… ‘Baby’!’

At the crucial moment, Minhee was horrified to see Taejun unzip his trousers, revealing a p*nis the size of her forearm. As she stumbled backward to get away, Taejun caught her and showered her with sweet kisses all over her face, as if he were treating her like a lover, and called her ‘baby’.

Minhee didn’t run away; instead, she melted like ice cream under the midsummer sun.

“If Taejun had asked for my heart, I would have ripped it out right then and there.’

Minhee giggled, curled up in a ball, and hugged the blanket tightly.

Taejun had been dangerously sweet and gentle during s*x, and at the memory of it, her heart, which had been calming down, started beating fast again. Even with her inexperience, she had to admit that Taejun was patient and skillful as a practice partner.

When she reached her climax, she felt a couple of creepy tingles, like she had been electrocuted, and before she could prepare herself, fireworks exploded in her lower abdomen. Her whole body jerked and bounced and her mind went blank as she experienced a vague pleasure she’d never felt before.

‘From what I’ve heard from friends, they said it only hurt at first, and they didn’t feel anything. But I experienced it twice… But was I the only one who didn’t have such experiences?’

After experiencing first-hand the intensity of the pleasure that can be given and received by the human body. Minhee began to understand the loss of not knowing the joy of s*x, as Miho had said.

Minhee found the act of s*x to be much more explicit and somewhat embarrassing than she had anticipated. It was an extremely intimate act, where you share your most intimate parts and feel the other person in a raw and direct way.

Despite being someone who tended to interpret things positively, Minhee knew that Taejun’s suggestion of being a “practice partner” was essentially a proposition to be a “s*x partner.”

But after experiencing s*x with Taejun in the name of ‘practice’, she questioned whether such an intimate act could be done without any feelings for the other person, and only for physical pleasure.

Her first s*x with him was so tender, warm, and sweet that it felt too affectionate to be described as just practice.

‘I know it’s a silly thought. But I can’t imagine doing this with someone I don’t even like.’

As the afterglow of her climax slowly drained from her body, Minhee suddenly sobbed and tears poured down her face. It was a mix of feeling overwhelmed, liberated from pent-up trauma, and the realization that the person she shared this experience with was her unrequited love, Baek Taejun.

Various raw emotions intertwined messily, making Minhee feel sentimental. Tears streamed down her face as she covered her face with her hands.

“Are you okay? Does it hurt a lot?”

A cautious voice filled with concern was heard, and the bed shifted slightly. Minhee shook her head without removing her hands from her face. She felt like she might burst into loud sobs if she opened her mouth.

“…Um, I’m sorry. I didn’t know it would hurt this much.”

Even without seeing his face, Minhee sensed Taejun’s panic in his voice. At this rate, he was going to misunderstand, and this could be the last time they’d ‘practice’. Minhee squeezed a tearful reply.

“It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

“Then why are you crying?”

“I don’t know. Can you… just hold me for a moment?”

Minhee unintentionally revealed her true feelings. She felt a strange sense of loss as the weight and warmth of Taejun’s body gently pressing against hers disappeared after the s*x ended.

While understanding that the ‘practice’ was over, she still wanted to feel that full and affectionate warmth one more time, even if just for a moment.

Taejun didn’t answer. As she waited breathlessly in the silence, Minhee felt a twinge of regret that she had been so greedy. She knew she shouldn’t reveal her feelings for him.