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“Ahng… ngh….”
He stirred the inside with his index finger while attacking the weak spot on the outside with his thumb. Overwhelmed by just those two fingers, Hee-jin felt completely subdued, unable to even think of resisting. As he watched her tremble like someone being electrocuted, her arms flailing in disorientation, Seok-hyun opened his trousers and released his penis.
Already fully aroused, his penis had thickened to the size of a forearm, pointing high toward the ceiling. Seok-hyun licked his dry lips as he stroked himself. The sight of Yoo Hee-jin, completely melted by the pleasure he provided, was intensely stimulating.
Seok-hyun had rarely experienced such sexual stimulation in his life. His penis would erect in the morning as a mere physiological phenomenon and then subside; it had never been linked to a desire to ejaculate driven by sexual arousal.
Ever since he first perceived Yoo Hee-jin sexually in Japan, Seok-hyun had not forgotten her for a single moment. While he wanted to perfectly polish the raw gem that was Yoo Hee-jin and place her in the most brilliant position for all to see, he also wanted to tie her to his bed and indulge in this stimulation endlessly.
Seok-hyun withdrew his index finger from Hee-jin's tight grip and hooked one of her legs over his shoulder. Realizing what was about to happen, Hee-jin's eyes trembled. Thinking the mixture of excitement and panic in her gaze was beautiful, he aligned his penis with her opening. Seok-hyun paused for a moment, savoring the sensation of the tight entrance, his eyes gleaming sinisterly.
“Slowly… put it in a little… hng!”
Reading that look, Hee-jin hurriedly reached out to stop him, but Seok-hyun's hips moved faster. Thrusting his penis in all at once, a distinct smile played on Seok-hyun's lips.
“You should have said that sooner. I didn't hear you.”
“Hng….”
Like you didn't hear me. Hee-jin found it absurd, but she didn't have the energy to argue. Just accepting the penis filling her interior was overwhelming. Was it this thick last time? The current sensation was too intense to recall such things.
“Did you want to do this with me again, Noona? You're clinging so hard; I guess you missed my cock?”
“Haa, don't move, don't move….”
As he watched Hee-jin repeat her plea not to move while pushing against his chest, the image of her from last time overlapped, and Seok-hyun smirked. She said that, but he remembered how much she loved it when he moved.
“I told you to stay still. And haven't you learned yet that saying that only makes me move more?”
“Hng, huu….”
Her effort to catch her breath and adapt was admirable. Whenever Yoo Hee-jin let out a long breath, his penis felt as if it were being crushed. Whenever he felt the blood flow stopping, he would loosen his grip, and the resulting thrill sent surges of arousal through him.
One time was enough to realize that rough thrusting and stirring the inside was effective. Instead, Seok-hyun focused on the sensations of his penis. The ridges of the inner wall that clung to him, tightening and loosening repeatedly. The damp lubrication. The heat. He felt as if he could even sense her heartbeat.
“Feeling a bit better?”
Sensing through his penis that Hee-jin's breathing had become easier, Seok-hyun adjusted her position. When he lowered the leg from his shoulder, she let out a low moan, but her expression softened. Waiting for Hee-jin to sigh in relief, Seok-hyun pressed his palm firmly against her lower abdomen and pulled his penis back.
“Haghk!”
As the penis slid out while her stomach was pressed, Hee-jin arched her back and let out a sharp scream. Then, the penis returned without hesitation, thrusting deep inside. Without realizing it, Hee-jin clung tightly to Seok-hyun. Even though she hugged him so hard it felt like she was choking him, Seok-hyun simply lifted her hips and began to move in earnest.
“Haa! Ah! Ahng!”
Once her mouth opened, moans continued to erupt. Hee-jin found it hard to believe that those erotic sounds were coming from her own throat. An intense pleasure bloomed deep inside her and spread throughout her entire body.
Due to the weight of their bodies, his penis easily hammered against the deepest part of her. She couldn't tell if it hurt or felt good. It was so electrifying that she wanted to avoid it, yet at the same time, she wanted to beg him to keep going. Hee-jin herself didn't know what she wanted. But one thing was certain.
“Ngh, it feels good…. Ah!”
This is what she wanted. She didn't know if doing this would erase her lingering regrets when she returned to America, but for now, she wanted to let everything go and simply act on her desires.
Hearing Hee-jin mutter that it felt good, Seok-hyun pulled her hair back to make her look at him. Their eyes met. It was a very brief moment. Only an instant, but intense sparks flew. Unable to resist, Hee-jin pressed her lips against his first. Because she closed her eyes, she couldn't see the expression on Seok-hyun's face.
Their lips parted, and their tongues intertwined without anyone leading. They sucked on each other's tongues and lips. They shared their breath, passing it back and forth.
Seok-hyun had never been happier. The words "feels good" coming from Yoo Hee-jin's mouth were a simple observation. That the sex was good. That the feeling of their compatibility was good. It was merely a sentiment. But when those words reached Seok-hyun, a different meaning took precedence.
Seok-hyun poured out kisses as if to devour her, moving his hips more violently. Hee-jin, with clumsy movements, bounced her hips and wrapped her legs around his waist. The penis buried in the deepest part of her hammered against her interior repeatedly, carving its presence into her.
Then, he laid Hee-jin flat on the floor and rubbed his hips against her. That slow, grinding motion drove Hee-jin crazier than the forceful thrusting. A laugh, not entirely contained, escaped from between Seok-hyun's teeth as he held her tight.
“Does it feel crazily good, Noona?”
“Hng, hng.”
Seok-hyun personally brushed away the damp strands of hair clinging to Hee-jin's face and looked her in the eye.
“I feel the same way right now.”
The moment Hee-jin shuddered, reading the madness in his eyes, he moved his hips with a heavy, slow rhythm. With every single movement, Seok-hyun learned how Yoo Hee-jin reacted, and based on that data, his movements evolved, leaving Hee-jin helplessly convulsing.
“Ah, ahng! At!”
The pleasure Seok-hyun created shook Hee-jin to her core. The sensation went far beyond the category of simply "feeling good," making her feel as if she had lost control over her own body. She simply accepted the pleasure Go Seok-hyun gave her, feeling exactly how he wanted her to feel. It was terrifying, yet her body naturally reached a climax.
“Haaaat!”
Hee-jin's body tensed up, and her walls tightened as if to snap his penis. Overwhelmed by a bottomless fear, Hee-jin clung to Seok-hyun. It was because she felt as if she would lose herself, swept away by the crashing waves of climax.
“Kkh!”
Seok-hyun couldn't stop laughing as Yoo Hee-jin clung to him desperately, like a person drifting in a vast ocean clinging to a buoy. The satisfaction of that moment was far greater than the physical climax.
Hugging Hee-jin back, Seok-hyun gave one final spurt, thrusting his penis into the deepest part and ejaculating.
✾ ✾ ✾
Seok-hyun laid Hee-jin on the bed. Exhausted, Hee-jin remained unconscious even after Seok-hyun had washed her and moved her to the bedroom. It was only natural she lacked energy, having spent the day focusing on practice without eating, followed by intense sex.
Since Seok-hyun's clothes were also soaked, he looked for his phone to ask his secretary to bring him a change of clothes. It was in the pocket of the coat he had tossed aside before going into the shower. After making the call, his eyes fell on the clothes scattered on the shower floor. He remembered how he had pushed her without even giving her time to undress.
“…….”
The reason he went to pick up Hee-jin's coat, which had served as a floor mat, was not for any other reason. Since he hadn't seen her put down anything other than her violin case and the bag of hotteok, her phone had to be inside that coat.
Sure enough, as he searched the pockets of the damp coat, the phone appeared. Although it was wet, it was within the limits of its water resistance and functioned without issue. Looking at the lock screen, he saw a missed call.
Father
Missed Call (1)
The fact that she called him "Dad" but saved the contact as "Father" suggested lingering resentment or a desire to keep a distance. After thinking for a moment, Seok-hyun wiped the water off the phone and took it over to her. He approached Hee-jin, who was curled on her side, perhaps fast asleep, and pressed her thumb against the screen to unlock it.
“Noise must be removed for the sound to be clean.”
His finger drew a cheerful line across the screen. After all, it was his role to clear away anything that hindered Yoo Hee-jin's growth in advance.
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