CHAPTER 50

‘Why did I suggest practicing’

Even though he had said he would be a partner who could practice anything without limits, the situation seemed hopeless.

‘Damn it. Whatever happens, happens.’

Taejun gritted his teeth and nodded.

The time seemed to drag on as Minhee’s hand reached down. Her thin, white fingers, like delicate cherry blossoms, lightly touched the transparent l*quid hanging from the tip of his p*nis.

“Ugh!”

Taejun exhaled sharply. Every vein in his body felt like it was about to burst. The muscles in his thighs twitched as he pushed with all his might.

Minhee was baffled by the change in Taejun that her single finger had caused. What she thought couldn’t get any bigger was growing in size before her eyes, and she flinched.

‘Oh! It’s exhilarating! It feels like I’ve become a s*xy woman who can ar*use a man with just one finger!’

Emboldened by his reaction, she gently stroked the blunt end. It felt velvety smooth and soft against her palm. She squeezed it lightly and gave it a little pressure. Feeling slightly tired of the thickness that couldn’t be fully grasped in one hand and the rock-like hardness, she glanced at Taejun briefly. Minhee held her breath.

Taejun clenched his jaw, his teeth biting down on his lower lip fiercely as he silently breathed heavily. A few strands of hair fell from his sweaty forehead. Long, half-lashed eyelashes fluttered like a fan, hiding his hazel eyes. Veins bulged on his neck, his chest muscles swelled, and his abs rhythmically undulated.

Baek Taejun. This magnificent man was extremely ar*used by her clumsy gestures. The sight of him holding back his pl*asure was far more erotic than the p*rn Minhee had watched while hiding under the covers.

‘Oh… I can’t take it. This man is really too s*xy!’

Minhee’s lower stomach tightened, hot l*quid leaking out and running down her thighs.

‘I want to see Baek Taejun lose his mind because of me!’

She got bolder and grabbed the sh*ft with both hands.

“Stop!”

With a voice that seemed squeezed out of his lungs, Taejun restrained Minhee as he grabbed her wrist.

“I’ll give you plenty of time to play with-no, practice-it next time, but that’s enough for today.”

Pulling away Minhee’s hand, Taejun swiftly took off his pants and briefs, then grabbed a condom.

Feeling somewhat uneasy about Taejun’s hastiness, Minhee started to step back slowly. Just as a flash seemed to flicker in his eyes, he grabbed Minhee’s waist. As their lips met passionately, his smooth tongue stirred inside her mouth.

In an instant, Minhee found herself trembling beneath him. After lifting her wrist above her head effortlessly, he easily slipped off her slip.

As Taejun nipped at her br*ast with his lips and tugged slightly, Minhee shuddered. He held her legs apart, aligning his p*nis with her entrance, and teasingly moved up and down. The rough sounds of their breathing mixed with slick noises.

“Relax.”

“Ow!”

The blunt end of his p*nis penetrated her tender flesh. Minhee felt her body stiffen as she held her breath. It wasn’t a tearing pain like yesterday, but the sensation of her narrow inner walls being stretched to the limit was still terrifying.

As he nibbled on her earlobe and licked her ear, it sent shivers down her spine. Tracing down her neck with his lips and biting lightly, Taejun then nibbled on her collarbone.

“Ah, it hurts!”

Surprised by the unexpected pain from an unexpected place, Minhee’s legs weakened. Taking advantage of the moment, Taejun mercilessly thrust his p*nis in. With a dull, scraping sensation against her inner walls, the narrow passage widened. It felt like her organs were being pushed upward, making it hard to breathe.

“Ah…!”

“Hmm…”

Minhee felt like she was losing her mind with the sensation of her lower abdomen being filled. Taejun gently brushed his lips over the bruised nape of her neck, tickling it with his tongue, then exhaled. Then he grabbed her wrists and lowered them between her legs.

“Hold it.”

“What, what?”

Minhee asked, gasping, and Taejun guided her hand to wrap around the base of his p*nis.

“Since I’m not confident about controlling the insertion right now, hold it with your hand. It’ll hurt if it all goes in at once.”

Taejun lifted Minhee’s legs over his shoulders, folding her in half, and began moving his hips slowly while keeping his gaze fixed on her.

Each time he rocked his hips, Minhee’s hand, wrapped around the base of his p*nis, bumped against her sensitized, swollen cl*t. The blunt curve of his hard sh*ft pressed mercilessly, repeatedly, somewhere on her inner walls.

Like a spark igniting on a well-lit tinder, Minhee exploded in cl*max, bursting into ecstasy.

“Haaeuut…!”

“Hmph!”

Minhee clawed at his shoulder and writhed. The hot flesh surrounding his c*ck spasmed erratically, tightening and loosening. Taejun gasped fiercely, enduring the stimulation.

Minhee shuddered and shook like someone with a chill, then went limp. Her weak hand slipped off his p*nis.

Taejun lifted Minhee’s upper body while still connected to her. He casually spread Minhee’s legs wide and placed them on his thighs. As a result, her b*ttocks slightly lifted off the bed. With his hands firmly gripping her hips, Taejun lowered himself onto her. He started to wiggle his hips as he adjusted the angle to make sure he didn’t go too deep, but not deeper than before. By now, he already knew where and how to thrust to make Minhee c*m.

“Ah, stop!”

“Shh… just a little more.”

Taejun looked down between Minhee’s legs. With each thrust of his p*nis in and out of her furrowed p*ssy, a trickle of clear juices leaked out and ran down his thighs.

As he thrust his hips, Minhee’s p*bic bone protruded slightly. Seeing that, Taejun felt an exhilarating thrill. The sensation of ej*culation that he had been building up was reaching its peak and was about to burst.

“Ohh! Too much, too much― Ah, haeeuut!”

Minhee, still sensitive from the previous org*sm, was quickly consumed by another cl*max, twisting her hips and moaning. A flash of light danced before Taejun’s eyes. Like melted cream, the smooth inner walls wrapped around him, trembling. Animalistic moans escaped deep from his throat.

“Ah…!”

It was a long and intense climax, leaving them both dizzy. Muscles throughout their bodies tensed and swelled, sweat dripped down, and their hearts raced.

Taejun buried his face in Minhee’s neck, trembling. She lifted her trembling arms and wrapped them around his shoulders, feeling the throbbing movement of his p*nis as he ej*culated.

Taejun lifted his head and pressed kisses to Minhee’s face. Feeling the moisture on her lips, he licked the tears flowing from her flushed eyes. Minhee closed her eyes and giggled hoarsely.

“Ah… it feels so good.”

Unconsciously spoken words sank deeply into Taejun’s heart, causing his irregular heartbeat to fluctuate once again. Even his p*nis, still inside Minhee, twitched.

Sensing something strange, Minhee stiffened her body and pushed his chest away. She realized that Taejun had been restrained last night, considering her needs first.

“Taejun, I can’t do it, I can’t do it anymore……I really can’t!”

“Just one more time. I promise.”

That night, Taejun didn’t keep his promise. He even briefly dozed off while holding Minhee. When he woke her up with a kiss at the end, she flailed her arms and legs and tried to crawl away n*ked. He caught her from behind.

By the time she passed out, he had used a total of five condoms. He kept the remaining two in the bedside table drawer after wiping Minhee’s body.

Reluctantly leaving her room and arriving at his own, dawn was already breaking outside the window.

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“Ugh, my whole body is so sore―”

Miho stared in disbelief at Minhee, who was buried deeply in the large massage machine in her room and crossed her arms.

“Unbelievable. What did you do to get such a stiff body that you had to crawl home with a cramp?”

“What?”

“Oh, for heaven’s sake. Let’s speak properly. How did you even get here with that body?”

“……Mr. Taejun called a driver to take me.”

Minhee woke up a little after twelve o’clock. She sat up and stretched, then fell back into bed. Her whole body felt like it had been beaten. She couldn’t believe she was up so late. Today was her one day off in a week, and she was supposed to go to Miho’s early in the morning.

After showering and getting ready to leave, Minhee stepped out of her room, groaning. Suddenly, Taejun appeared from his study. Seeing Minhee’s grimacing movements, his brows furrowed. He avoided her gaze and mumbled something that sounded like an apology.

Last night, Taejun had acted like a train with broken brakes. Seeing her in such a state of disrepair must have weighed heavily on his conscience.

He called the chauffeur, Tony, to have a car waiting to take Minhee home. She protested, but he insisted, he couldn’t bear seeing her in such a miserable condition. They arrived in the East Village with Minhee sprawled out in the back seat of a spacious limousine, dozing off.

“It seems like there’s a bit of conscience left in you. So, how was it?”

“Huh?”

“What do you mean ‘huh’? How was it? Baek Taejun, your s*x partner.”

“It’s not like that! It was by mutual consent, helping each other out, practicing partner!”

Minhee yelled with some pride, but the impact was completely lost due to the trembling voice.

“What difference does it make if you’re just acting tough? Let’s say you’re right. So? Baek Taejun, how was he as a practice partner?”

“Meow!”