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KAP 1
Prologue
A hockey team locker room filled with testosterone.
With hockey gear strewn all over the floor and cliché slogans like ‘No Pain, No Gain’ plastered on the walls, the place was always buzzing with gossip.
Trivial gossip, like the messy incidents at last weekend's house party or who was seen leaving whose dorm room.
To these high-spirited college hockey players, campus relationships were nothing more than light entertainment.
Tristan, the captain of the hockey team, didn't pay much attention to such things. Even he had no intention of dating anyone seriously.
In this day and age, what man dreams of marrying a girl he met in college?
That was why he told himself that the Korean girl who kept getting on his nerves—Kora Han—was merely a passing 'experimental subject.'
“Ah... hng. It’s... too deep...”
Tristan gripped Kora's ankles with both hands, spreading them wide and folding them upward. It was a position where her legs were split into a perfect V, but her flexible hips opened smoothly.
Tristan was the one who took full advantage of Kora's flexibility as a figure skater.
“Stop exaggerating. Where did your sporting spirit go?”
Her buttocks, lifted high along with her legs, trembled violently, and his hard pubic bone collided relentlessly against her groin.
“...Hng, hah!”
“Huu... Kora.”
Tristan let out a low groan and lowered his head.
The feeling of her inner walls contracting and tightening around him was truly, terribly ecstatic.
Every time he thrust, the silver chain necklace around his thick neck jingled and swayed over Kora's lips.
At the sight, he tightened his grip on her ankles and exhaled a hot breath.
Why is this woman so annoyingly perfect?
The intense gaze that contrasted with her slender frame, her haughty, cat-like features, and even the wet sounds coming from below. Everything about her drove him crazy.
Moreover, unlike others, her straightforward personality—speaking her mind without shrinking in his presence—excited him.
To the young master of the Lockwood family, who grew up surrounded by flatterers, Kora's honesty felt incredibly refreshing.
And to top it off, she was even a talented figure skater...
He looked down at Kora pinned beneath him and let out a smirk.
“Look at your perfect split. I wonder what the judges would think if they saw this?”
“...Hng.”
“It’s a perfect ten for technical score.”
“...What on earth do you think about normally? Ngh!”
“Who knows. If you knew what I've imagined doing to you, you'd probably want to stab me to death.”
“You pervert.”
With a chuckle, he slammed his ferocious member all the way in once more. While grinding slowly inside her, he whispered into her ear.
“Be honest. You wanted to do this with me from the start, too.”
“.......”
“No?”
“Well, at first I just thought you were an arrogant jerk... ngh!”
“It was obvious you were stealing glances at my body while pretending to be prim and proper.”
“Hng... Fuck you, Tristan.”
“Oh please, fuck me.”
His hip movements became even more violent. As he hammered into her like a dog in heat, foam bubbled at the point of connection along with wet, slapping sounds.
“Ah, ngh. Sl-slow down!”
Thwack, thwack.
Kora wailed and groaned at the rough movements.
Intercourse with him, a hockey player, was always this intense.
Tristan boasted a natural physique, standing 6 feet 5 inches tall and weighing well over 230 pounds.
Furthermore, thanks to years of training for the violent physical clashes of hockey, his entire body was packed with muscle.
When he drove into her ruthlessly, putting his full weight behind it, Kora's body shook uncontrollably, regardless of her will.
Yet, she couldn't understand why this violent lovemaking felt so good. Was this normal? Did other people mix their bodies like this?
Before she could delve deeper into her thoughts, a deep voice echoed in her ear.
“I wanted to do this with you from the very beginning.”
“Hng, wh-when exactly...”
“From the moment our eyes first met.”
“Hng, hng...”
“If you knew what I did to get my hands on you...”
It wouldn't do her any good to know.
Tristan pushed even deeper into her. At that, Kora trembled violently with pleasure.
In moments like this, Tristan felt lucky that he was Kora's first partner, meaning she had no one to compare him to.
Because, by any normal standard, he was not sane when he lunged at her with a blind frenzy.
Once she became accustomed to the stimulating taste he provided, she would never be satisfied with another man. While that made him proud, the thought of her doing this with another man someday felt strangely irritating.
Even though he knew it was an inevitable outcome, as there was no future between the two of them.
Suddenly, a streak of spite reared its head in his gut.
'Then I'll just ruin her. Forever.'
He would make it so that no matter who she slept with in the future, she would think of him.
So that every man she met afterward would seem dull. A man who provided the ultimate climax would not be easily forgotten.
'I'll become your ghost. A ghost that follows you wherever you go.'
Pulling back and withdrawing his member, he released Kora's ankles.
Before Kora could catch her breath as the pressure lifted, Tristan wrapped his arm around her waist and flipped her position in an instant.
Leaning his back against the headboard of the bed, he sat Kora on his thighs. In that state, he pushed his throbbing member all the way in at once.
“Ah....”
Supporting her lower back with one hand, he murmured softly.
“Arch your back.”
“...What?”
“You're good at that. The layback position. I'll support you with my hand, so just lean back and relax.”
In figure skating, a layback literally refers to a technique where the back is arched far backward.
When Kora glared at his arbitrary suggestion, Tristan pressed down firmly on her shoulder with his fingertips. It was a subtle pressure.
“Ha....”
Pushed by the force, Kora eventually leaned back against Tristan's palm. As her flexible waist curved like a bow, the line from her chest to her private parts stretched taut due to the position.
Tristan scanned the point of connection where his thick member was buried deep, his eyes glistening with lust.
“Damn, this is insane.”
Using the strength of his trained core and lower body, he began to thrust upward from below. With his other hand, he rhythmically rubbed her wet clitoris.
“Ah-hng... hng, ngh!”
Watching the scene with clouded eyes, Tristan slowly shifted his gaze up from Kora's navel. Then, he saw her breasts bouncing with every thrust. Her pink nipples stood erect, as if pleading with him to suck them right now.
“Damn it.”
Aroused, Tristan took a nipple into his mouth while thrusting his hips.
Amidst that ecstatic pleasure, a truth hidden deep in his heart suddenly surged.
'Anyway, we'll have to break up in a few months. How am I supposed to let you go like this?'
As with most relationships met on campus, the two had a predetermined end from the start.
If so, what would Kora be like after breaking up with him?
As he thought this, he could almost see a future where Kora graduated college and started a family with some stranger who wasn't him.
Tristan's eyes narrowed.
What kind of bastard would that guy be?
To have a beauty as talented as Kora as a wife, he'd have to earn at least 500,000 dollars a year. He might be a businessman or an athlete.
But no matter how great the guy was, he wouldn't compare to him.
What would Kora be doing in her thirties? Perhaps she'd be raising children in a two-story house with a garden in the suburbs.
What would she be thinking while hurriedly coupling with that bastard in the early morning after finally getting the kids to sleep?
Would she think of me?
Thinking, 'He was a bastard, but he was damn good at fucking,' while inwardly mocking that pathetic husband who panted with wet breaths and moved his hips like a rabbit while pinning her down?
“Hng... Tr-Tristan....”
As the delusions became more vivid, Tristan's movements grew rougher due to jealousy and anger.
He pushed Kora completely flat and climbed on top of her.
In that state, he held Kora tight without a single gap and ravaged her insides frantically.
Sweat poured from their touching skin, and the bed vibrated with a creaking sound.
“Aaaah...!”
Kora let out a scream-like moan at the seamless connection that felt as if it were shoving his testicles inside her. But to Tristan's ears, it sounded like nothing more than a beautiful song.
At the same time, his mind was on the verge of exploding with jealousy toward Kora's non-existent future husband.
That bastard might shrink in fear if he found out his wife's ex-boyfriend was Tristan Lockwood, a professional hockey player. He would probably shudder with inferiority every time he saw Tristan's large photo on a billboard.
'Yeah. It's me. The bastard who ate every inch of your wife. That woman still imagines me every night.'
So, strictly speaking, Kora was still his.
Gritting his teeth, Tristan kissed her hungrily. As if doing so would make her entirely his.
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