The May sunlight poured down softly. 

As if announcing the start of the festival, booths lined the main road in front of the university library, and a crowd gathered in front of the school mascot, handing out cotton candy. 

The deep bass thudding from the speakers traveled through the ground and into the body, and somewhere, someone laughed as a balloon popped. 

Hye-yeon’s department had set up a drinking booth. According to the seniors, nothing beats a pub stall in terms of profit during festivals, no matter how clever the concept.

"Are you getting the skewers off okay?"

Hyunwoo took off his baseball cap as he stepped into the booth. 

Since both Hye-yeon and Jiwon were assigned here, they were pulling frozen skewers out of an icebox and separating them.

"Not too hard, right?"

Hyunwoo leaned on the table and grinned. He had been so busy running around preparing for the event that he had skipped classes entirely, so this was the first time they’d seen each other today. He’d even been carrying all the heavy stuff by himself earlier. 

Watching him sweat and take on the tougher work, Hye-yeon felt her guard soften and replied,

"It’s not that hard for us."

The eyes of Hye-yeon’s team, who were working on skewers and mixing kimchi pancake batter at the table, all turned in one direction. 

They hadn’t even properly opened yet, but the booth was already thick with the smell of oil and burnt charcoal smoke. 

The problem was Jungwon.

"Hey, aren’t you burning the skewers?”

"You’re supposed to cook them this much, okay?"

Jungwon snapped at Jaemin, who was hovering behind him with anxious eyes. Maybe it was his first time using a torch, because he held his face far away, the way he clanked around with it looking awkward.

"Damn it, why isn’t this working?"

At that, a senior with long hair tied back approached and held out a hand, asking to take a look.

"Isn’t this the one we used last year? I think it’s broken."

Saying he’d been in charge of grilling last year, the senior clicked the torch lightly. After just a few seconds, the torch suddenly spat out a strong flame, and Jungwon jumped back in shock, cursing.

"Ah, shit!”

"Shiiit?"

The senior holding the torch turned around.

"Did you just say shiiit to your senior?”

"Ah, s-sorry.”

"Crazy bastard."

Hyunwoo pointed at Jungwon, calling him a rude little punk.

"You try it, asshole. You just run around like a eunuch waiting on seniors. You think you know how painful it is standing in front of the fire?"

Jungwon sulked and muttered back, and Hyunwoo flicked him and ran off. The booth, already cramped and packed with guys, shook like it was about to collapse.

'Here we go again.'

Ignoring the animals going wild, Hye-yeon stirred the kimchi pancake batter in a big red basin. Jimin had stopped working to set up a chair that had fallen over because of Hyunwoo and Jungwon. Holding a bunch of rock-hard chicken skewers, Jiwon bounced anxiously in place.

"Ugh……"

Looking closer, it seemed Jiwon was easily startled and jumped every time Hyunwoo and his friends got rough. 

Honestly, it really was noisy.

"Hey, cut it out."

Hye-yeon pulled off her plastic gloves, stood up, and grabbed Hyunwoo and Jungwon by the collars with both hands. 

Like cats caught by the scruff, Hyunwoo instantly went docile and took off his sweat-soaked cap.

"I said stop."

With Hye-yeon’s threat, the two finally separated. What had started as a joke seemed to have mixed with real feelings, because Jungwon started cursing Hyunwoo.

"That bastard, seriously. Every time he acts like he’s something special and runs his mouth."

Seeing them bicker among themselves, the guys who had felt so awful just a few days ago now seemed a little pitiful. 

Good grief, those idiots. 

Why do they live like that? 

Clicking her tongue inwardly, Hye-yeon shook her head. Hyunwoo, unfazed by Jungwon’s insults, leaned on the table with an excited face.

"If Jungwon pulls more dumb shit, tell me. I’ll swap him out."

He said it like he was granting her some great privilege, and Hye-yeon pushed his arm away, saying she didn’t need it. 

“Choi Hyunwoo, are you coming or not?"

At a senior calling him from afar, Hyunwoo answered,

"Yes!"

Then gave Hye-yeon a look before heading off. Even as he walked away, the senior kept asking him how the talent show team was coming along. Only then did the booth quiet down, and Jiwon let out a relieved breath.

"I really… hate this kind of thing. Festivals just don’t suit me."

Jiwon pushed up her glasses with the back of her gloved hand, her face crumpling. Hye-yeon was about to agree when she saw Jungwon once again battling the flames on the grill. 

Why was it so funny to watch? 

After spending every day wrestling with books at a desk, this time, complaining with others while stirring batter, wasn’t as bad as she’d expected. 

So.

"Me too."

And then.

"You’re not cutting the kimchi right. It needs to be smaller. Otherwise, the leafy parts keep getting stuck in your throat."

This time, Jaemin came over and nitpicked Hye-yeon instead of Jungwon. Hye-yeon, who had been slicing slightly frozen kimchi with a steady crunch, flicked her wrist toward her hand and said flatly,

"Watch what you say if you’re not doing it yourself. I’m holding a knife.”

"Sorry.”

"If you can’t do anything else, peel chicken skewers."

The boy with the thin voice answered like he was shrinking in on himself, then sat down next to Jiwon to help her. Little by little, it started to feel more familiar. 

Watching the black smoke swirl out of the booth with the blowing wind, Hye-yeon felt a strange emotion stir. 

The talent show was scheduled for the evening. 

Because of the performances that would start in earnest at night, she could hear mic and speaker tests from afar. Would Eun-seong be performing over there?

'I heard he passed the preliminaries.'

What if he really gets first place? 

For some reason, Hye-yeon recalled Eun-seong’s lips from the day they had pressed together so softly, and she swallowed her trembling breath. 

If… 

If Eun-seong really wins the bet, then she would…

'Would I really belong to Eun-seong?'

No matter how she thought about it, it was strange. A person wasn’t an object, so how could someone belong to someone else? How was that any different from dating, anyway? 

Her heart, which hadn’t budged no matter the commotion around her, suddenly started pounding. A chill crept up her spine, and she drew in a shallow breath. 

Just as tension made her whole body stiffen, Jungwon caused another flare-up, snapping her train of thought.

"Ah, shit!"

This time, the fire was bigger. Fed by meat grease, the flames spread to the banner and began devouring it. 

Without a word, Hye-yeon stood up and calmly had Jiwon move the food away. Then she pulled the pin from the fire extinguisher beside her.

"Move."

White powder burst out of the extinguisher, turning Jungwon into a snowman. 

Once the person in charge of grilling changed, booth prep went much more smoothly. Hye-yeon’s team, who had worked the morning shift, were free in the evening. 

Late afternoon, with the day nearly gone. 

As the sky deepened into a dark blue, the campus began to sparkle even more. Yellow lights switched on at each booth, instantly filling the air with festival energy. 

At the night booths that had already started early, shouts to lure customers rang out. Laughter settled softly over the crowd, and on the distant stage, the host picked up the microphone. 

The large grassy field, which had once felt spacious, filled up in the blink of an eye with people gathering to watch the newly opened stage.

"I… I’m at my limit."

Walking weakly beside Hye-yeon like a hollowed-out shell, Jiwon muttered,

"My energy got completely drained just from the morning."

Her face was so hollowed out under the eyes that she looked like she could collapse at any moment. She complained that her messy bob smelled strongly of oil and said she wanted to hurry home and shower.

"Yeah. Go ahead and do that.”

"Are you going home too?"

At Jiwon’s question, Hye-yeon shrugged.

"I’ll watch the first part of the stage.”

"I thought you weren’t interested in performances. That’s unexpected. Anyway, sorry for leaving you alone… Tomorrow, ha… there is tomorrow too, but I don’t want to come. Anyway, see you tomorrow."

After watching Jiwon shuffle away, Hye-yeon took a seat on the upper steps surrounding the stage set up in the center lawn.

'Was this place always this big?'

Normally, it was just an empty lot she passed through, so she had never realized. Unlike Hye-yeon, who sat alone, the people gathered around her were all wearing excited expressions. 

Then.

"Jeong Hye-yeon."

Hyunwoo, his cap pulled low, came over and sat beside her.

"What. How did you know I was here?"

Startled, Hye-yeon asked, and he shrugged.

"The seniors told me to check on our department’s stage. I was over with operations support, and I saw Jiwon leaving.”

"With this many people, how did you spot us?”

"You were right in front of me. Stood out immediately."

He shifted around to make space in the cramped area, then leaned in and murmured near her ear.

"Move over. You smell like oil."

Even when Hye-yeon tried to create some distance, it was useless. As the performances went on, more people crowded in, packing the place tight. Standing up and leaving now would mean blocking everyone’s view like walking out of a movie theater after the film had already started.

"I’m not moving. To you, it’s just a fragrance."

Hyunwoo muttered the words and looked away. 

Amid the noisy heat, Hye-yeon felt uncomfortable. She had been disappointed by Hyunwoo’s words at the freshman welcome party that day, and since then, she had kept her distance. But maybe it was the boisterous atmosphere. 

She didn’t feel awkward enough to get up and run away without even watching the performance. More than anything, she was too curious about Eun-seong’s stage. 

She’d heard he was so nervous he looked strange, like someone with stage fright. 

Part of her wondered if she’d been too harsh, making a bet with someone who struggled to stand in front of people. And yet, another part of her thought that if it was Eun-seong, maybe he really could pull it off.

'If he actually gets first place…'

Hye-yeon’s shoulders trembled slightly as she pressed her hand against the cold steps.

"If I win, you become mine."

After the performance by the dance team that was expected to win ended, the surroundings grew darker under the heated atmosphere. 

With the sun fully set, the night air was colder than before, but packed together like this, under the dazzling stage lights, it was bearable. 

As time passed, a strange tightness kept building in one side of her chest. Her heart beat anxiously, and she wondered why she, who wasn’t even performing, suddenly felt like she needed to use the bathroom. 

Hye-yeon bit down hard on her lower lip.

"Cold?”

Watching the stage together, Hyunwoo glanced at her face. She had layered on a windbreaker in case it got cold at night, but she seemed to be shaking anyway.

'Why am I the one nervous?'

The one preparing for the stage was Eun-seong. 

At the same time, another thought crept in. What if Eun-seong really embarrassed himself up there, just like the others said he would? 

If that happened, Hyunwoo and the other classmates would tear into Eun-seong again, and she didn’t want to see that either. 

To be honest, this bet was overwhelmingly in her favor. 

For the past few years, Eun-seong standing on a stage had been unthinkable, while among the performers so far were even students majoring in dance and applied music. How could a quiet engineering guy from computer science beat people born for the stage?

"What if I don’t get first place?"

Hye-yeon suddenly regretted what she’d said.

"I want you to disappear from in front of me."

No matter what, telling him to disappear might have been too much. 

Her throat tightened. Maybe she really wouldn’t see Eun-seong again. Just as she had wished, he might vanish from her sight, and they would live their separate lives, forgetting each other forever.

"Alright, next up. Yes, Computer Engineering Department, first-year student Tae Eun-seong, please come up!"

Dozens of white spotlights instantly illuminated the stairs leading to the stage entrance. Unlike the other teams who had appeared in flashy outfits, he looked no different from usual. 

If there was anything different, it was that he was wearing a shirt.

"Oh, is he really a first-year? He’s very tall."

As the host praised how good he looked in a shirt, Eun-seong, holding an acoustic guitar, smiled slightly.

"Not much of a talker, are you? That just makes me even more curious about what kind of stage you’ll show us."

With the host’s cue, Eun-seong walked to the chair placed at the center of the stage and sat down with his guitar. 

Sweat began to gather in Hye-yeon’s palms. She clasped her small hands together like she was praying and couldn’t take her eyes off the stage. Her throat felt painfully dry.

"Put this on, at least."

Hyunwoo took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders, but she didn’t even react. Anxiously biting the tip of her finger, she had started shaking her leg without realizing it. She felt Hyunwoo’s gaze on her, but soon forgot all about it. 

Most of the blindingly colorful lights went out, and a single white light gathered over Eun-seong’s head at center stage. Amid the buzzing noise of the crowd, one man gripped his guitar and lifted his hand.

"Ah…"

With his hair still hanging messily over his forehead even as he stepped onto the stage, the audience didn’t seem to have high expectations. At the same time, Hye-yeon imagined a life suddenly brought closer without Eun-seong. 

It was strange. 

It felt like a child who had been running alone toward the light was suddenly faced with darkness when the lights went out.


'This is what I wanted so badly.'

Hye-yeon, in her school uniform, stood still, lost in the black darkness, looking around with no idea where to go. If a life without Eun-seong really unfolded, it might feel just like this. Alone in the dark, abandoned, unable to find her bearings. 

Then. 

Thud. 

With no intro, the acoustic guitar rang out, and the man on stage began to sing.

And the moment the first line flowed out, the chaotic noise around them went silent, as if cold water had been poured over it. 

Everyone’s gaze snapped toward the stage.

"Ah."

She knew he had a good voice, but his tone was unreal. Sweet enough to believe he was a famous ballad singer, the music pinned people in place, their eyes unable to look away. 

She lost track of time. 

As his fingers plucked the guitar and blended into the melody, people began letting out gasps one by one. Some even covered their mouths, eyes wide, tears pooling. 

And Hye-yeon… 

Among all those people, she stared blankly at the stage. A deep breath slipped out through her parted lips, and as he sang a song about parting, her chest felt like it was being torn apart. She pressed a hand to her heart.

"Jeong Hye-yeon, you…"

Hyunwoo, watching the stage with her, snapped out of it and looked back at her. 

Then, amid the crowd giving a standing ovation for the finished song, he alone frowned, clearly displeased, and asked,

"Are you… crying?"

Without realizing it, Hye-yeon wiped at the tears falling like raindrops with the back of her hand and turned to look at him. Did Hyunwoo know she was just as flustered? 

Before she could say anything, Hyunwoo grabbed her wrist and pulled her up.

"Let’s go.”

"Where?”

"Anywhere."

He clenched his lips, unable to hide his unease.

“Wow, that was an incredible stage. I’m sure some of you were moved to tears. Are you sure you’re not a singer?"

As the host continued, the crowd erupted. Shouts about debuting, about how the wind had blown his hair aside and revealed how handsome he was, about how he’d already been uploaded to social media and the views were exploding, scattered chaotically through the air

"I’m not going."

Hye-yeon shook her head and resisted

"Why? You’re not normal right now. How can you look at him and make that kind of face?"

"It was just a song."

"No. It was different. Something was different……"

Since Eun-seong’s performance was the last, the host turned the screen toward the audience for interviews. And of all people, the large screen installed in front of the stage captured Hyunwoo and Hye-yeon standing there

"Yes, I see a couple over there!"

Among the people gathered onstage before the rankings were announced, Eun-seong was standing as well.

Even from far away, she could feel his relentless gaze. Hyunwoo clenched his lips and cursed quietly as he looked up at the screen.

At the host’s comment about how it seemed the girlfriend had been deeply moved by the final performance, Hyunwoo irritably ran a hand through his hair and swore

"Fuck."

Then he lifted Hye-yeon’s chin and kissed her.

Watching the two of them on the screen from the stage, Eun-seong let out a hollow, bitter laugh.

* * * 

The hastily switched screen shook

"Well then, um, we’ll now move on to the awards announcement."

The flustered host tried to smooth things over with a few words and glanced at Eun-seong. When the man, gripping his guitar like he might break it, refused to take his eyes off the audience, the host picked up the pace

"Congratulations!"

When the awards were announced, Eun-seong accepted the trophy, his face twisted into something frighteningly savage. He tossed his guitar aside and ran.

As soon as he came down from the stage, people swarmed around him

"Tae Eun-seong, this is S Entertainment!"

Cameras flashed, seniors from his department cheering excitedly.

Blocked by the crowd, Eun-seong shouted with veins bulging in his neck,

"Fuck, move!"

Startled by the sheer pressure in his voice, the crowd split in two. Yanking irritably at the shirt clinging to his neck, Eun-seong strode forward with long steps.

Even then, shoulders slammed into him as more people gathered, and someone’s outstretched hand knocked his glasses off, crushing them underfoot.

He didn’t care.

His eyes were fixed only on the direction Hye-yeon had disappeared, forcing his way through the crowd and sprinting up the stairs.

His head felt like it was about to explode. In his bleached-out vision, he ignored the noise around him and called her

"Jeong Hye-yeon."

Pick up.

An unfamiliar sense of panic made the hand that hadn’t trembled even on stage start to shake

"Fuck, pick up."

Biting his lip until it bled, Eun-seong kept calling as he ran. After that, Choi Hyunwoo and Hye-yeon had vanished upward through the crowd toward where the stage was.

With so many people drunk on the festival atmosphere, he couldn’t tell where they’d gone.

The wildly shaking lights around him.

The deafening noise from the stage.

People jumping and shaking their heads like lunatics to fast-paced music.

It felt like he was going insane.

Then, in his shattered state of mind, he realized he’d crushed the trophy

'What is this piece of trash worth anyway.'

Clutching the grand prize trophy now broken in half, Eun-seong dragged a trembling hand down his face.

That was when a fragile voice came through the phone.

— Eun-seong.

A small, shaking voice, like she’d been crying.

‘Fuck……'

Scrunching his brows as hard as they’d go, Eun-seong ran a hand through his hair and asked, barely managing to keep his voice steady.

“Where are you?"

* * * 

Eun-seong was not in his right mind.

Part of him wanted to find Choi Hyunwoo immediately and smash his head in, but thinking of Hye-yeon crying alone made that impossible.

She muttered in a trembling voice.

— Hyunwoo followed me, so I took a taxi. Eun-seong’s jaw tightened.

— I… hng… I hit him.

When her voice broke into anxious sobs, Eun-seong started running, phone in hand. Classmates greeted him with smiles as he passed the booths, but he ignored them and headed straight for the parking lot.

Starting the car and getting in, he said,

"Don’t hang up."

— What if he follows me all the way to my place?

"I’ll come to you."

But the girl quietly crying in the taxi sounded like she’d already lost all reason. After being caught on the screen, she’d tried to hide right away, but Hyunwoo had followed her and tried to drag her off by force.

Even their classmates trying to stop him hadn’t worked.

He must have panicked, thinking that if he let her go like this, it was over.

Somewhere deep down, he must have known what kind of man he would remain in Hye-yeon’s heart if he didn’t settle things tonight

"Ha……"

Eun-seong drove fast. Passing through roads clogged because of the festival, he was so angry his stomach churned, his brain feeling like it was melting.

He had never felt this wrecked, no matter what had happened to him in his life.

Connecting the call to the car’s Bluetooth, Eun-seong kept trying to calm Hye-yeon

"Where are you now?"

— I got out of the taxi

"Go straight inside."

He wanted to bulldoze the road aside and fly to her side immediately. Instead, every red light caught him, and he slammed the steering wheel, muttering curses.

In the middle of it all, Hye-yeon didn’t listen.

— Hng… wait. I’m just going to buy some digestive medicine at the convenience store…… 

Why was it? 

A rage he’d never felt before boiled up

"I’ll buy it and bring it, so just get inside!"

He knew he shouldn’t yell at someone who was scared, but— 

At the convenience store right in front of her place, Hye-yeon raised her voice too, sounding wronged.

— Why are you getting mad?! 

The woman who never wanted to lose shouted through her tears. The beep of barcodes being scanned echoed through the phone, and faintly beyond that, the jingle of the convenience store doorbell made Eun-seong’s chest ache.

Irritably raking a hand through his hair, he put on the spare glasses resting on the console as his vision blurred, then changed direction. The car slid into a narrow alley as he pressed harder on the accelerator.

Eun-seong’s brows twisted painfully

"I don’t know. I’m just so angry."

He’d never been like this in his life. Even he didn’t understand why he was this furious, his insides churning as much as his mind.

Since earlier, the image of Hye-yeon’s lips being claimed by Choi Hyunwoo on that fucking screen kept replaying in his head, driving him insane.

By the time he reached the alley near Hye-yeon’s studio apartment, a long-forgotten memory resurfaced in his mind

"Dad……?"

Clothes scattered messily across the floor.

Elementary-school-aged Eun-seong had come home earlier than expected because his academy classes had ended early. It was only a few months after his mother had returned from the U.S. for treatment, right when her symptoms had first begun.

An unfamiliar woman’s heels.

Bright red stockings thick with lace.

Underwear crusted with strange, sticky fluids

"Dad. Eun-seong’s home—"

Creeeak— 

Through a slightly open door, he saw his father, naked, kissing an unfamiliar woman and thrusting his hips.

Eun-seong dropped his bag, eyes wide. Seeing his father tangled filthy like an animal with another woman on the bed he shared with his mother made bile rise in his throat

'Fuck.'

Why is that coming to mind now, of all times? 

Eun-seong parked the car carelessly in the alley, slammed the door shut as if he might break it, and ran toward Hye-yeon’s studio apartment. In the meantime, Hye-yeon had already gone inside and was sobbing bitterly as she shouted into the phone.

— Enough. You’re annoying too. Why are you taking it out on me? Is it my fault that Choi Hyunwoo did that? 

Eun-seong’s lips twisted upward viciously.

“It is your fault."

— What?

"I know you. If you really hated him, you would’ve pushed him away a hundred times. After the freshman welcome party, you wouldn’t have acknowledged him at all. You would’ve ignored him completely."

Punching in the entrance password Hye-yeon had once told him, Eun-seong hurried up the stairs. From the other end of the line, Hye-yeon shot back.

— What do you even know about me…!

"I know! That’s why I’m this pissed, isn’t it?"

He had watched Jeong Hye-yeon for a full three years.

First year of high school, the very first semester. While everyone else arrived with their parents, there was one girl who came alone, lugging her bags.

You, with long straight hair falling to your waist, walking slowly through the flower-filled campus with curious eyes, as if sightseeing.

From that day you smiled brightly under the sunlight, breathing in the scent of flowers carried by the wind, he remembered every version of you up until now.

The way you flinched and shook your shoulders whenever your eyes met his.

The way you cursed him with your fingers behind his back as he passed by.

Every single thing.

Not one memory is missing.

Back then, he’d only thought you were pretty and kind of funny. But as time passed, as your heart darkened and his jealousy festered deeper and deeper, a strange satisfaction began to bloom.

It was an ugly feeling. He wanted you to sink lower.

Lower and lower.

He wanted that intense satisfaction again, like when you tore up his painting in the art room and ran away.

That early morning, when he’d gone to school first and found you there even earlier, collapsed on the floor and crying, he’d stood in the hallway and listened to your sobs from start to finish

When you cried, he didn't comfort you.

He wanted you to cry more.

To keep crying.

Until you broke and went mad like his mother.

He wanted your life to be ruined because of him.

He wanted to taste that damp, sick thrill, like becoming a god who crushed ants for fun.

But… thinking back now, what kind of feeling was that? 

No, more importantly, what kind of feeling was this now?

"Ha… ha."

Was it possible that he’d used you for three whole years just to cover his own wounds? 

He didn’t know.

He really didn’t know. Taking the stairs two at a time, Eun-seong reached her door. He couldn’t remember how he’d made it here, or what state of mind he’d been in. He’d simply followed the sound of Hye-yeon crying, drawn here like something inevitable.

His chest heaved and fell with rough breaths, and inside the poorly soundproofed room, a woman’s shrill voice rang out.

— This is all because of you…! 

Eun-seong lifted his hand to knock, then slowly lowered it.

Even through the door, it felt like he could smell Hye-yeon.

The floral scent that had mingled with the memory of her on that campus on entrance day. The sharpness of it stabbed his nose, clouding his mind

'Should I really open this?'

If he did.

He would truly devour you, someone, so naive you could feel ashamed over nothing more than a small flicker of jealousy.

Eun-seong bit down hard on his red lips, forcing his roiling chest to calm as he stared at the closed door.

If Hye-yeon was a small, adorable devil, then he was a demon.

Unlike the kind girl who’d suffered for three years just because she’d been caught tearing up someone else’s drawing, his nature was deeper, uglier.

That was why he’d tried not to get closer.

He thought it would be fine if they passed each other as strangers, as nothing at all.

But then he learned they shared the same major.

That they’d both been accepted to the same place.

And when the time came to choose, Eun-seong hadn’t hesitated.

Even knowing you would hate it.

“Teacher, I’m going to Korea University too."

He’d watched Hye-yeon pack her things, giddy after hearing the acceptance news.

Watched her wipe away tears as she left the classroom, as if sending off a painful past all on her own. Watched her mutter curses at Eun-seong’s desk until the very end.

Back then, he’d stood alone in the hallway, waiting until her choked sobbing finally stopped so she wouldn’t notice him.

But now… 

Now he didn’t want to do that anymore.

He wasn’t going to step back again.

He wasn’t going to stand in the hallway and wait.

He didn’t want to let go and watch you get taken by another man

"Open the door."

Eun-seong dragged a large hand down over his jaw and steadied his breathing

"I’m right here."

— Get lost!

"No."

At that, Hye-yeon seemed to bite down on her lips, sobbing miserably. Their voices rose for a moment in confusion and chaos, but Eun-seong was slowly regaining his reason in the dark.

It was always like this.

He was always one step ahead of Hye-yeon.

— Hic… 

Inside, the woman was still scared and exhausted, her voice trembling as she forced herself to move.

She let out a shaky breath, and he sensed her coming closer to the door. They’d been arguing the entire way here, but the call had never disconnected.

That probably meant she still had something to say.

Hurt and indignant, Hye-yeon would try to explain.

— It really is because of you. I just wanted to beat you… 

And for that, she would open the door.

Now fully in control again, Eun-seong’s eyes gleamed coldly as the entryway light spilled out through the opening door.

Jeong Hye-yeon had used Choi Hyunwoo to win against him.

You, who never gave up, would want to be understood to the very end.

In the faint glow of the phone’s backlight, her face glistened with tears.Her long lashes, wet with moisture, trembled pitifully

"Hng."

And that would make him want to pretend he didn’t know anything

"Don’t use me as an excuse."

She would deny it

"It’s true."

Hye-yeon spoke unfairly., still in the same clothes. A blouse and skirt she’d dressed up in for the festival. A face that usually didn’t even wear sunscreen now lightly made up.

Jeong Hye-yeon was pretty no matter what she did.

But even prettier when she tried, enough to stir bad thoughts

"……"

He’d come here like a madman, but now that she was in front of him, he couldn’t tell what he was feeling. It was strange.

Why did he always want you to cry more whenever he saw you? 

Why did he want you to learn what giving up meant?

'If you don’t know, should I teach you?'

Could that even be taught? 

If so, would you become entirely mine? 

As questions poured in, Eun-seong felt his dark nature coil inside him as he watched Hye-yeon’s trembling shoulders.

He liked seeing her cry, but not like this.

If Hye-yeon cries again in the future…

'I want to be the reason.'

Yes.

He decided.

From now on, he would monopolize this woman.

If she cried, he would make her cry.

If she laughed, he would make her laugh.

He wanted everything about her.

Eun-seong stepped forward into her space. The shoe cabinet light, which had been off from disuse, flicked on, softly illuminating the two of them

"Hye-yeon."

So now, I’m going to break you.

After crying for so long, the woman looked up at him with a confused expression, only to be swept up in his pace and stumble backward.

Thud.

The door closed.

Pinning Hye-yeon against the entryway wall, Eun-seong spoke in a calm voice

"You’re not allowed to have me."

The deliberate, crushing words made Hye-yeon’s eyes tremble violently.

* * * 

She had always known it in her head, but no one had ever said it out loud

"What exactly are you going to beat me with?"

That mouth crushed every hope she’d believed effort could reach

"Money?"

Looking straight into Hye-yeon’s eyes, he shook the car keys in his hand and smiled

"Or looks?"

"……"

"Well, that one’s not bad, I guess."

The man’s quiet laughter echoed beside her ear as he pinned her against the wall

"Or maybe… fame. Ah, I’ll win that one too now. Thanks to the bet you made."

Tilting his head the other way, he smiled with unfocused eyes and covered his mouth with his hand. The mocking gesture made a vein stand out sharply at Hye-yeon’s temple.

Eun-seong smiled softly and lifted her chin. She forced her eyes open, her face stiff and expressionless. She was doing everything she could not to give in to him

"Ah. If none of that works, then what… studying? That’s the hardest one, isn’t it?"

At his slow, drawn-out words, something collapsed inside her. Her trapped chin trembled, and her tear-filled gaze kept dropping.

She didn’t know what to do.

She was angry.

Irritated.

So much so that she honestly wanted to crush him completely.

“But no matter how much you claw your way up, you can’t reach it. Why try so hard? It just makes people feel sorry for you."

Part of her knew he was doing this on purpose.

As if, because she’d said she used Choi Hyunwoo to beat him, he meant to stomp her down so she could never climb again.

And she refused to play along.

If she lashed out the way Eun-seong wanted, she’d lose.

If her heart broke and she gave up, she’d lose.

But—

'I don’t want that.'

If she were the kind of person who quit the moment someone tried to break her, she wouldn’t have made it this far in the first place

 If she’d abandoned the uphill path whenever her chest hurt and things got hard, she wouldn’t have survived until now.

The straight, ready-made road Eun-seong had been given from the start was something Hye-yeon had to carve out and walk herself. No matter who you think you are, Tae Eun-seong, I won’t forgive you for trampling my effort.

Hye-yeon lifted her reddened eyes

"Does saying things like that make you feel better?"

Because she refused to be tossed around by wounds given by others.

Through trembling lips, she finally poured out the resentment she’d kept locked away

"You already have everything. There’s nothing you lack! You got here on a good foundation because you were born to good parents."

"……"

"And you think you can say you know what kind of effort I put in?"

Hye-yeon’s eyes burned red.

Her vision blurred, and her hands clenched like fists around his collar. She was trying not to cry, but bitter breaths kept slipping out.

Sincerity swells its own weight

"You… just because you were born with less, clawing your way up like this… is that a sin?"

Her clenched hand gripped Eun-seong’s collar

"If you see someone struggling, shouldn’t you at least feel some pity? Or if not that, instead of trampling them and playing with them, shouldn’t you say at least one word of encouragement? But you… Why me…!"

In the end, tears spilled down her cheeks

Words she’d kept buried inside all this time.

Black emotions that had hurt with nowhere to go, dumped entirely onto him.

But instead of the wounded reaction she expected, something unexpected came from Eun-seong’s mouth

"I couldn’t have you."

"What?"

Her sobbing stopped dead. What the hell was this lunatic saying? When she lifted her head, the man met her eyes and whispered lazily,

"I really have everything. Except you."

So that’s why you’re sulking.

Because you asked for it in front of the convenience store that day, and I didn’t give it to you? 

What kind of psycho is this? 

Hye-yeon’s brows twisted painfully

"Eun-seong."

She called him, wondering if he was sane, but his quiet voice slowly crushed her existence

"You’re mine now."

His gaze had been fixed on her lips this entire time

"You… you’re insane."

At her words, Eun-seong nodded as if agreeing and let out a short laugh

"Maybe. Then, since I’m already crazy, I’ll make one more suggestion."

The smile drained from his face, turning hard. His gaze, sharp like an animal’s, locked onto her eyes

"Don’t mix your body with some filthy bastard. Do it with me. What’s mine is untouched. Clean."

His voice was lazy. But the pressure was overwhelming.

Her body shook as if she had no choice but to obey if he commanded it, unable to move.

The shifted air felt unfamiliar

'W… what is this?'

Even their ragged breathing sounded strangely loud

"I’ll treat you well."

Hye-yeon, gripping his collar, shuddered as his rough breath brushed her neck

"You know it. I’m good at everything."

Just the faint breath that followed those cold words made her body go rigid with tension.

Her heart pounded, her eyes shaking helplessly as they met his. Heat surged through her body until it felt hard to breathe

"Do you even know what you’re saying right now?"

Stunned by the dangerous look in his eyes, Hye-yeon asked. Eun-seong stepped even closer, his body pressing into hers

"I know."

Below where they were pressed together, she could feel the thick heat of him, warmth passing through the layers of fabric between his slacks and her thin spring skirt

"I’m saying I’ll give you all of me."

Eun-seong’s hand slid over her skirt and gently closed around her sex.

A place no one had ever touched.

She hadn’t even explored herself much, barely touching herself there except when washing.

Startled by the unfamiliar sensation, Hye-yeon grabbed his wrist

"W-wait. Eun-seong."

She had said she’d give everything if he won the bet, but she hadn’t imagined this.

As she hesitated, thinking of saying she wasn’t ready yet, his lips came first, crashing into hers hotly before she could say anything

"Mm…!"

It was a rough kiss

"Hng, mm…."

His tongue forced its way between her lips, stealing her breath. Hye-yeon blinked helplessly, gripping her hands tightly, unsure what to do.

Flustered, she tapped his shoulder to push him away, but he didn’t budge, solid like a rock.

Dizzy sensations washed over her, her body swaying. She could have shoved him harder. But she didn’t.

The previous kiss came to mind. And the thought that if Eun-seong had lost the bet, this might have been a kiss she’d never get again. Slowly, she closed her eyes.

Honestly speaking… 

Yes. Part of her wanted to see what would happen. If he was angry because he couldn’t have her, she was curious what would happen once he did

'I won’t back down like a coward either.'

If this ends, let you be the one to stop first

'It’s your first time too.'

Trembling, Hye-yeon clenched the fabric at his chest and let out a shaky breath.

Maybe because he’d done it once already, his tongue moving against hers was far gentler than before

Each time their wet tongues tangled and saliva spilled over, she swallowed reflexively.

It was maddeningly sweet

"Ha…."

Hye-yeon slowly sucked in Eun-seong’s softened lower lip. The lip that slipped into her mouth like jelly was gently, deliberately bitten

"Hng."

The breath spilling from his lips made her heart pound hard, fast.

Everything felt unfamiliar. The large, veined hand wrapped around her wrist. The hard, muscular body pressing her into the wall.

And most of all, the fact that the man parted his lips and swept her palate with a wet tongue was Eun-seong. That was the strangest part of all. How did we end up like this? 

The question surfaced, then melted away again, drowned in heat

"Ha…"

After the first moment, Eun-seong never relinquished control of the kiss.

After drawing in her lower lip and letting out that hot breath, he pushed her until she was breathless.

Each time she parted her lips, he grabbed her jaw and drove his tongue in deeper. Their warm saliva mixed, soaking their lips, and every time Eun-seong sucked on Hye-yeon’s soft mouth, messy sounds spilled out

"Mm…."

Hye-yeon’s face burned as if it might burst, her whole body twisting tight. It was a strange feeling.

Below, she was drenched as if she’d made a mistake, hot and achingly sensitive, and with nowhere to put it, she twisted her hips helplessly.

And as if sensing her state, Eun-seong’s hand lifted her skirt and slowly slid into that hidden place. Her breath hitched, her heart pounding like it might explode

"E-Eun…!"

Despite her protest, his hand traced up along her thigh, brushing lightly over her panties soaked with slick warmth. A lewd scent rose from her dampness.

A low laugh

"You’re really hot here right now."

Smiling with satisfaction, he leaned in again, pressing their lips together. The touch of an unfamiliar man’s hand there sent shivers racing over her body, her toes curling

"Ha…"

Should I grab his, too? 

As Hye-yeon hesitated, her hand inching downward, Eun-seong laced his fingers through hers and pinned her hand against the wall.

Even without touching, the thick presence pressed hot against her lower belly.

Hard and big enough that she wasn’t sure she could even take something like that inside.

Still, she didn’t want to stop, so Hye-yeon squeezed her eyes shut. Honestly, the bet had been made in a burst of anger.

She never expected it to lead here, but somehow, she didn’t hate his touch. Enough that she wanted to go all the way, no matter who won or lost.

More. Deeper. She wanted him to touch her more intensely

"Ah, mm…."

As if he sensed her desire, the hand teasing her thigh and panties grew more insistent.


His fingers kept circling the edges, and when Hye-yeon let out a needy, frustrated sound,

"Here?"

Eun-seong brushed over the slit of her sex. The tender flesh was pressed and rubbed, and Hye-yeon jolted, her body shuddering

"Ah!"

Damn it. The touch was terrifyingly blissful. So good it made her regret not knowing this feeling until now. And yet, along with the pleasure came a creeping guilt, a sense of falling into something forbidden

"Relax, Hye-yeon."

Us… is this really okay? 

It feels like we’re doing something really bad. Isn’t this something adults are supposed to do? 

But unlike her guilt, her body answered eagerly, her slick warmth flowing as if welcoming what was to come.

It felt like being on drugs. Her body floated. Her mind was painted white. All the tangled threads of emotion seemed to evaporate. Her heart kept racing, and the eyes she’d kept wide and fierce, refusing to lose, slowly softened, drenched in heat.

Click. Click.

Eun-seong’s hand moved to her blouse, undoing the buttons one by one. Eun-seong quickly slipped her clothes off over her shoulders as if unbuttoning them, then tugged her bra down and took her breast straight into his mouth

"Hngh!"

Her soft breast was sucked into his hot, wet mouth. A small pink nipple, untouched by anyone’s hands until now, was shaken mercilessly against the tip of his tongue. When he gently bit it with his teeth, it almost hurt.

But when he flattened and crushed the pale pink nipple with his tongue, the sensation turned ticklish, making her tense her flat stomach tightly.

Between Hye-yeon’s legs, everything kept growing wetter. The man’s fingers, which had been rubbing over her damp panties, spread the side seam and slipped inside

"Ahh…."

His long, beautiful fingers easily reached her bare slit. When his fingers parted her outer lips and found the tender flesh inside, then pressed down on the swollen peak, Hye-yeon let out a screamlike breath

"Hngh!"

He was only rubbing something no bigger than a fingernail, yet her entire body trembled as sensation surged through her from head to toe

"Hhng! Ngh!"

"Stand up straight."

Eun-seong grabbed her entire mound and forced her upright. She had been pulled up by the arm or waist before, but never by that part of her body.

Bracing her legs to keep standing, Hye-yeon ran her hand up through Eun-seong’s hair. His handsome forehead and eyes emerged from the mess of hair that had been hiding them.

She had only glimpsed his face in passing before, but seeing it this close felt strangely different

"Hah."

She had always been self-conscious about her large chest and kept it hidden, but watching her soft breasts being mercilessly kneaded in his hands made even that feel unfamiliar in a good way.

“Your chest is really big, Hye-yeon."

"Hhng…."

"No wonder those useless guys go crazy over it."

As he crushed her breasts in his hands and tasted her nipples with his tongue, he suddenly bit down lightly on one as if punishing her

"Ah!"

A sharp jolt of pleasure escaped her lips. The sound coming from her own mouth felt foreign.

Hearing that breathy, whimpering sound pushed Eun-seong past his limit, and he straightened his hips

"Take it off."

He removed the blouse hanging off one of her arms and stripped off her bra as well. With her top completely gone, Hye-yeon made a distressed face and covered her chest with her arms

"Haa…."

The intense heat radiating from their bodies fogged up the mirror by the front door

"Hah… ngh."

Breathing roughly, Eun-seong kissed the upper part of her chest and arms she was trying to hide, slowly moving downward.

When he pulled down her skirt with both hands, her panties came into view, soaked and clinging perfectly to the shape of her slit.

Under the softly lit indirect lighting, the straight line split between her pale skin was obscenely clear

"You’re soaked."

"D-don’t look…."

It was so hot inside her. If she wasn’t careful, it felt like steam might rise out of her like a freshly steamed dumpling

"Hhng."

His persistent, voyeuristic gaze sweeping over her made her ashamed. Liquid surged out of her like a sudden period, but she didn’t want him to notice. Her reddened eyes filled with fear.

Eun-seong stepped closer, pressing his stomach against hers, and whispered low into her ear

"You trim down there, too?"

Not every day, but sometimes, so nothing dirty would stick to the hair… 

His fingers brushed over the smooth mound where hair would normally be, and he muttered in a voice thick with heat

"Fuck, your bare pussy is so pretty."

Hearing such a crude word come from Eun-seong’s mouth made Hye-yeon flinch. How could he say something like that?

"Y-you pervert!"

Flustered, Hye-yeon panted and pressed her arms tighter over her chest. But it felt like Eun-seong’s already thin restraint snapped completely

"Hah. I was really going to take it slow."

Unable to hold back anymore, he suddenly scooped her up

"Ah…!"

They were already quite different in height, but she hadn’t expected him to lift her so easily.

Cradled in his arms like a princess, Hye-yeon wrapped her arms around his neck, scared she might fall, and squeezed her eyes shut.

She clung weakly to his head as her body trembled, her heart pounding wildly as if it had lost all control

"Hah. Shit… what do I do?"

Even her small reactions excited him, and he exhaled harshly

“I feel like my dick’s going to burst."

He lowered his head and bit down hard on her breast, then released it with an embarrassing popping sound. He had been sucking so diligently that her entire chest was slick with saliva, and every time air touched it, it felt strangely cold.

Laying Hye-yeon down on the bed, he pinned her between her legs and spoke quietly

"I’ll try to make it hurt as little as possible."

Whether that was even possible or not. Crossing his arms, Eun-seong pulled off his shirt, his muscles rippling as if they were alive.

The sight was so overwhelming that Hye-yeon couldn’t close her mouth

'What is this body? Is he an athlete?'

Broad shoulders like a swimmer’s. Thick, bulging arm muscles. Smooth skin with no fat, a solid chest, and sharply defined abs split into neat blocks. His naked body was fully revealed

'I knew he was built, but…'

Not like this. Muscles so perfect they looked unreal made Hye-yeon swallow hard.

How could a human body look like that? It was like a statue sculpted by Michelangelo. Was this really not a dream? Her eyes wavered with doubt. And then—

"Don’t forget this time."

As if reading her thoughts, Eun-seong straddled her legs, bracing himself on his knees, and muttered

"This time, I’ll make sure you can never forget. I’ll eat you all night."

He stared down at her with eyes that looked unhinged and removed his glasses. With a soft click, his thick-lidded eyes, tall nose, and lips glossy from kisses came fully into view.

It wasn’t just that he was handsome. His face was unrealistically harmonious. With his forehead and dark eyebrows fully exposed, his looks were rare even among celebrities, something she had never seen anywhere before

"Ah…."

But she didn’t have time to admire him. Eun-seong shoved that handsome face straight between her legs

"H-hii—!"

Hye-yeon shrieked and twisted her body. Her white panties were already soaked with fluids, making everything underneath visible.

Showing it all like this was far too embarrassing. But with one hand, he easily caught both of her hands trying to cover herself, pulled off her panties, and buried his nose between her legs, inhaling deeply

"Hss. Hah…."

Rubbing his nose openly against her bare pussy and smearing himself with her fluids, he really looked like a pervert

"Ah, ahh… m-m-crazy, ngh…!"

As Hye-yeon thrashed, Eun-seong pressed a hand down on her lower stomach, spreading her split folds wide so everything inside was exposed. He used his hands to part her lips, then blew gently.

A cool sensation hit her soaked slit, and her entrance responded by gushing fluid, twitching as if welcoming him

"Fuck, Hye-yeon, you’re a real water pussy. Look at your hole opening and closing. It’s so obscene…."

Eun-seong laughed as he played with her slick insides

"P-p-stop! D-don’t look…!"

Her ears burning red, Hye-yeon shook her head and begged.

But ignoring her, Eun-seong dragged his fingers through the split seam again. The wet flesh rubbed together with a sticky friction, making an obscene, squelching sound. Sharp pleasure surged through her, and a highpitched cry burst out

"Hhngh!"

Maybe because it was her first time, even the smallest stimulation sent a jolt through her entire body

'Did I just get electrocuted?'

Her legs trembled uncontrollably as tears clung to the corners of her eyes, and she let out small, broken cries.

No matter how hard she tried, it was impossible to hold the sounds back.

The fact that Eun-seong was staring straight at her pussy was already stimulating enough, but every time he pressed down on her clit with his fingers or rubbed it delicately, an overwhelming surge of pleasure slammed into her brain so hard her vision nearly flipped upside down

"Hah… ngh, ugh, h-hic!"

Startled by the sounds coming from her own mouth, sounds she could hardly believe were hers, Hye-yeon clamped both hands over her lips.

But soon, even that was dragged away by Eun-seong’s touch

"Just make noise. Cry more."

The corners of his lips lifted in satisfaction, sending shivers down her spine

"You’re soaking my hand while you cry. It’s so good. Look at my fingers."

The man spread his fingers like webbing, showing them drenched in Hye-yeon’s fluids as he smiled faintly.

Embarrassed, she squirmed and tried to lift her hips, telling him to stop teasing her.

“Lie down."

With just one finger, he easily pushed her back down and positioned himself beneath her calves. Then he crouched his massive, muscular body and stuck out his tongue, licking her wet pussy like a beast

"Hhngh!"

A completely different kind of pleasure surged in, unlike when he had only used his fingers. He sharpened his red tongue, parted her folds, and pushed it into her most intimate place, savoring the taste as he sucked up the fluids pooled inside her.

Tsip, slurp, slurp.

The suction sent pressure through her, and Hye-yeon twisted her hips as if she were about to convulse

"Hah… ah, n-no! It’s… it’s dirty…!"

When she tearfully begged him to stop, Eun-seong pressed his fingers against her soft, fully ripened entrance and spoke

"Do you really want me to stop?"

"Hngh, y-yes, yes, stop…"

"Why."

"I-it’s weird…"

"The feeling?"

Hye-yeon nodded quickly

"It doesn’t hurt, though."

She sniffled instead of answering, and Eun-seong slowly pressed a finger against her entrance.

Since nothing had ever been inside her before, even a single finger felt like it was tearing her apart

"Ah, ugh, ah, it hurts!"

"See. When it hurts, you say it hurts. That’s not weird."

Satisfied, he lowered himself again and swept his tongue up her slit. At the same time, he began invading her entrance with fingers slick with her fluids. Her hole swallowed his fingers greedily, stretching as if it might tear. Every time his fingers slipped out and then pushed back in deeply, the red flesh inside contracted rapidly, clamping down like a snapping crocodile

"Hah… it’s so hot… ngh, so tight."

"Hhng!"

Even with just one finger, her entrance clenched tightly, twitching like it was spasming. Each twitch squeezed his finger so hard it felt like it might snap, making Eun-seong sigh

"Ah, this is a problem."

He gathered saliva in his mouth and spat it onto her clit, telling her to relax. The long strand of spit mixed with her slick fluids, making everything messy and slippery. When he rubbed it in with his other hand, her lower stomach tensed even more. The more she felt, the tighter she became, sealed so tightly it felt like there wasn’t even room for air. Eun-seong patted her hip

"I said relax."

"Hic… I can’t!"

She shook her reddened face as she cried out. Soon, his fingers increased to two. When they slowly pushed inside while she wasn’t paying attention, Hye-yeon moaned

"Hngh, ah! Ngh… ngh!"

Creak, squelch, stretch. Her thoroughly soaked entrance swallowed both fingers, making obscene sounds. At the same time, he sucked eagerly at the wetness flowing from below, and the unfamiliar sensation made her feel like she was going insane. Heat spread through her body as everything tingled

"Hah… my fingers are going to snap."

He kept pressing lightly on her lower stomach, telling her to relax, while his other hand never stopped moving. She was starting to get used to it. Unlike the beginning, when he had struggled to force his way past her narrow entrance, her flesh now fluttered and greedily swallowed his fingers with wet, sloppy sounds

"Hah, hhhngh!"

Her insides still clenched around his fingers, chewing on them relentlessly, but his murmured praise lingered near her ear, telling her she was doing well. Whenever he rubbed her clit or kneaded her breasts with his free hand, different sparks of pleasure popped inside her head

"Hhh… ngh, ah…."

Her legs spread wide, trembled violently, and the inside of her belly repeated endless contractions and releases. The more it did, the more alive her inner walls felt.

His touch deep inside her was like a drug, something she didn’t want to stop.

She couldn’t even swallow her gasping breaths properly, pressure building in her chest. She felt so much that her entire body seemed to melt, burning hot, barely able to breathe

"Ah… ngh!"

It felt good. Too good.

Thinking that he was devoting himself entirely to making her feel good awakened something ugly she had buried deep inside.

More. More. More. Harder.

Deeper, please

"E-Eun-seong, haaah!"

As his fingers pumped faster like pistons, her fluids poured out, running down along her perineum. It flowed like a faucet had been turned on, soaking the sheets with sweat and liquid. Even though it was dirty, she couldn’t stop.

Seeing Eun-seong kneeling between her legs, eagerly slurping up even the overflowing fluids as if they were precious, filled her with a perverted sense of satisfaction she couldn’t put into words.

After all, the man she could never defeat was now bowing his head before her, licking up everything filthy. She had always wanted to beat Eun-seong no matter what, and now it felt like she finally had, making primal dopamine explode inside her

"Hah… ah!"

Was there anything better in the world than this?

"Ah…! Ahh, ngh!"

Squelch, squelch, squelch! 

The rapid thrusting fingers felt delicious. It felt so good she wondered if she might pass out from it, and she grabbed Eun-seong’s hair, pulling him tightly against her body. His tall nose rubbed against her most sensitive spot, sending a jolt of pleasure through her.

Eun-seong struggled to breathe for a moment with his nose pressed down, and the thought that he might be in pain sparked a flash of delight in Hye-yeon’s mind. It was low and dirty, but purely instinctive, like an animal

"Hhngh!"

As Hye-yeon shook and trembled in pleasure, she heard a satisfied laugh from below

"So Hye-yeon’s using me… like a masturbation toy."

Eventually, her grip loosened. The man lifted his head, wiping the glossy fluids from his lips with the back of his hand as he straightened up

"Then can I do that too?"

His large body loomed, casting a shadow over her. He didn’t actually need permission. Panting, her eyes heated as she stared up at him, right on the edge of climax. Eun-seong slowly undid his belt.

Click.

As his veiny hand pulled his pants down, something like a baseball bat bounced free. Hye-yeon let out a small gasp and covered her mouth

"Huh…"

It was absurdly, unbelievably big. The dark red shaft twitched and moved on its own like a magician’s snake, thick and uneven, grotesque yet fascinating. And the precum kept dripping endlessly. The head glistened as if oiled, looking slippery just to touch

"Why are you staring like that? Want to touch it?"

Hye-yeon nodded with curious eyes.

Now completely naked, the two of them faced each other with trembling gazes. Even their breaths brushed against each other, the heat of their flushed faces palpable despite the distance. Their ragged breathing overlapped in the air, colliding and tangling together

"Can I touch it?"

When Hye-yeon asked for permission in a small voice, Eun-seong nodded

"As much as you want."

Eun-seong’s thing curved upward like a banana. It reminded her of the oversized bananas sold at the café not long ago, and she couldn’t help wondering what it would feel like to touch.

Just as she reached out—

"I didn’t say I’d let you touch it with your hands."

Hye-yeon was suddenly pushed flat onto her back by Eun-seong’s touch, losing her balance and reaching into empty air.

He interlaced their fingers, climbed over her body, braced himself with his knees, and pressed his cock against her pussy

"Hh, ngh! I’m, I’m not ready yet…!"

Panicking, Hye-yeon kicked her legs and sniffled. Eun-seong patted her small hip reassuringly, lowered himself, and whispered into her ear

"I’m just going to rub."

He told her to let him know when she was ready and gently pressed a kiss to her forehead. As slow, lingering kisses followed, Hye-yeon felt her tension ease slightly. Everywhere his lips touched seemed to bloom with heat.

Somehow, it really felt like they were making love

"Mmm…."

Closing her eyes in pleasure, Hye-yeon wrapped her arms around his neck. Just like that, the man’s hot hardness pressed heavily between her legs

"Hng!"

It was incredibly hot and hard, with a blunt tip. A pillar so large she couldn’t possibly grasp it with one hand slid between her folds.

There was no time to stop him. She didn’t even have the presence of mind to try. It felt like stepping into the unknown.

Her entrance, already fully ripened like a boiling pot, fluttered in welcome as the cock pressed insistently against it

"Haaah…."

The hot length slid vertically again and again, brushing over her clit and the front of her entrance. Eun-seong held his cock against her pussy and rubbed it as if masturbating, and even watching him do that gave her a strange sense of exhilaration.

Hye-yeon’s eyes filled with Eun-seong’s arousal. For someone who looked like he had lived his life suppressing desire, the sight of him shaking his cock with a flushed face was unexpectedly captivating

"Hhng, ngh! Ah…."

The more he rubbed, the more heat built up, and her fluids mixed with his precum, producing thick, sticky sounds.

Squelch, squelch, squelch.

What started as light rubbing gradually turned into him pushing the tip inside little by little

"Huhh… ngh!"

Hye-yeon flushed deeply as she accepted the pleasure he gave her

"Open more."

Pressing firmly against the inside of her thighs, he ordered her with a lewd gaze. Embarrassed but obedient, Hye-yeon spread her legs wider.

From that point on, Eun-seong couldn’t hold back anymore. He fitted his cock at her entrance and slowly began pushing it in. Her tiny opening, once no bigger than a cherry blossom petal, was crushed mercilessly as if it might tear. Soft flesh struggled to accept him, stretching wide with effort.

It was so tight that his cock felt crushed and bent as it was forced inside

"Hngh! Ah! Ngh!"

A scream-like, obscene moan spilled from her lips

"Are you okay…?"

Eun-seong bent down, wrapping her in his arms

"Hngh… it hurts…."

As Hye-yeon cried, tears streaming down her face, he licked them away and muttered

"What do I do? There’s still more than half left."

Afraid he might stop, Hye-yeon trembled and whimpered

"G-gently… please, gently…."

"Okay."

He paused for a moment, then slowly lowered his hips again.

Squelch, stretch. Her opening spread wider, making wet, sticky sounds

"Ah, hhhng!"

When she winced in pain, he pressed his lips to hers

"Fuck, you’re so tight… what do I do?"

He muttered under his breath. Hye-yeon shook her head weakly

"Hngh… ah…."

As she panted hot breaths, Eun-seong kissed her heated cheek, her ear, and the nape of her neck in turn, as if trying to reassure her. His breath felt hot enough to leave burns. Whether it was the heat boiling through their bodies, every place they touched felt damp and slick.

He lowered his hips again. Her heart pounded as if it would burst, while below, she was slowly being split open.

The red flesh inside, once tightly wrinkled, stretched to its limit until finally, with a deep push, his cock was buried all the way inside

"Hngh!"

"Hoo…."

Eun-seong groaned as he held her tightly. With everything fully inside, they could feel each other moving even without thrusting.

Every time Eun-seong tensed, his thick cock twitched and shifted inside her, stimulating her deeply

"Hye-yeon, you have to relax… ngh, my dick’s going to snap."

Physiological tears pooled in her eyes and fell in drops

"I-I can’t control it… ngh, what do I do…."

On top of that, the cock filling her lower belly had grown even bigger than before.

She hadn’t even eaten dinner properly, yet her stomach felt swollen like a small mountain. It felt like she was pregnant

"It feels like my dick’s going to melt… ha."

Finally giving up, Eun-seong slowly pulled his hips back, then slammed forward again

"Ahh!"

The sensation crashed against her like it was hitting her cervix, her hole fluttering wildly as her legs shook.

Hye-yeon wrapped her legs around his waist and clutched his thick arms that braced him like pillars on either side of her

"Hang in there."

Eun-seong pulled his cock out once more, then shoved it back in deeply

"Ahh…!"

As he pulled out, there was a squelching sound. When he pushed back in, her hole stretched wide with a wet noise, their bodies fitting together perfectly.

Slap! 

Once more.

Thud! 

When his cock drove all the way in like a pounding pestle, her cervix trembled inside as if it had a motor attached

"Hngh!"

It felt like stars were exploding in front of her eyes. They said the first time was supposed to hurt, but maybe because Eun-seong had loosened her so well, the pain was brief. Her inner walls quickly adapted, biting down on his cock and enjoying it

"Hah, fuck, it’s so hot…."

Just like him, Hye-yeon felt unbearably hot, like she might melt away. As she stroked Eun-seong’s sweat-slicked arm and urged him on, his thrusts gradually sped up.

At first, his movements made slow, sticky sounds, but as the piston-like motion grew more intense, the old single bed began to creak and groan.

Creak, squeak, creak.

The cheap mattress wobbled as the irritating sounds scraped at her nerves. Sometimes his cock hit strange spots inside her, and instead of breaking the mood, it made her even more aroused.

Splat, squelch, thud, thud, thud!

"Hngh, ah, th-the bed… ngh, hhaah!"

Creak, creak, creak.

It felt like the bed might break at any moment. But her soaked lower half felt too good to stop. Wanting him to go deeper every time he thrust, she instinctively wrapped her legs tighter around his waist, urging him on.

Her thoroughly loosened, slick entrance made wet, splashing sounds like waves every time they rubbed together, filling the hot air with an obscene scent

"Haaah, ah!"

Each time his warm body pressed against hers, the sweaty, sticky sensation felt completely different.

Every contact and separation made loud, tacky sounds, as if paste had been smeared over her entire body.

A dense, intense hormonal scent filled the air, and steeped in it, Hye-yeon’s reason slowly went numb, as if intoxicated.

Splat, squelch, thud, thud, thud… 

The more violently their bodies slammed together, the harder it became for her to endure the shaking.

The only way her small body wouldn’t fall apart was to cling tightly to Eun-seong

"Haaah, ha, uh, uhng, Eun-seong, ah… ngh!"

The thick shaft kept plunging in and out of her relentlessly, slamming into her again and again until she couldn’t endure it anymore and clenched the bedsheets tightly in her fists.

When Eun-seong touched her clit with his fingers and shook it, telling her to feel it even more, her moans grew wildly louder

"Hngh, ah, aaah! Th, this… this… at this rate… it’s, it’s too much, haaah…!"

It felt like multicolored fireworks were exploding inside her head.

As Hye-yeon’s hole fluttered and clamped down on his cock, refusing to let it go, Eun-seong let out a heated breath

"Huff."

Sweat poured down like rain, and his thick brows twisted sharply. From that moment on, he showed no mercy. He increased his speed, thrusting harder and faster.

Thud, thud, splat, smack, smack! 

Liquid splashed everywhere, and Hye-yeon gasped desperately, barely clinging to him. It felt like the inside of her was being completely ruined as his cock drove into her over and over. Something massive loomed before her like a tidal wave, and on the final thrust, it burst forth.

Her vision spun

"Huh!"

The moment she released the breath she had been holding, Eun-seong pulled his cock out and shook it

"Hah, ha…."

He rubbed the massive shaft fiercely against her swollen clit, crushing pale liquid as her climax hit

"Ah, haaah…!"

Hye-yeon’s back arched like a bow. Holding her in place with one hand, Eun-seong stared at her with a blank expression as he shot his release again and again.

The liquid was thick and white, like milk. There was so much of it. From the tip of his cock, spurts of semen shot out nonstop, soaking her bare pussy and lower belly

"Hhh…."

It felt like she was about to lose consciousness. Her eyes unfocused as overwhelming satisfaction washed over her, all strength draining from her body.

Was this what it felt like to have your soul completely sucked out?

She lay limp as if dead, blinking with hazy eyes. The semen had shot so far that even her chest and neck were a mess.

After spraying Hye-yeon until even the bed was filthy, Eun-seong finally seemed to come back to his senses and let out a long breath

"Haa…."

He couldn’t even remember how he had been thrusting at the end. The two of them looked at each other, both drenched in sweat.

Hye-yeon’s face flushed bright red

"D-don’t look!"

A pillow flew straight into Eun-seong’s face. The end of their heated encounter was surprisingly violent.

Catching the pillow with a wronged look, Eun-seong brushed back his sweat-soaked hair and chuckled softly

"One more time?