Chapter 70. The Sound Youth Makes When It Drowns (26)

“Hands behind you.”

“Huh?”

“Behind you.”

Then he whispered that while biting her ear, she obediently moved her hands back. Then, with both her wrists clasped in one of his large hands, he suddenly lifted her by the hips.

The condom-covered tip brushed against her entrance, and he tightened his grip on her wrists. As her center of gravity shifted downward, her body opened up naturally.

“Ah! W-wait… huh…”

A slippery hunk of flesh slipped in with a squelch.

The overwhelming pressure of him filling her already moistened core made tears well up in her eyes.

Her tight inner walls gripped his shaft, and her aroused cervix flexed upward with ease. It was too deep.

So deep it felt like she wasn’t even in her own body anymore. Struggling to breathe, Eunkyo barely managed to swallow her gasps and looked downward.

The man’s face, which had been rubbing against her nape, now lifted—his cheeks and ears flushed red as if they’d melt from heat.

“It’s right here—mine.”

He pressed firmly near her navel with his free hand, making her body tremble, and droplets like urine welled up and trickled down.

“Hngh, n-no… don’t…”

She shook her head violently in refusal, but he just smiled faintly and whispered, “Okay, I won’t.”

Jaeheon traced his dry lips with his tongue, parting them before pulling hers in with a soft suck. Saliva pooled quickly as their slippery, warm flesh twisted and tangled together.

She couldn’t move an inch, so Jaeheon gently lifted her hips for her. The sensation was like her whole body being rubbed front to back.

It was like soaking in warm water—her body melted into a hazy daze. It felt insanely good. Soft, hot, and endlessly filling—the pleasure devoured her.

His pace was leisurely, almost teasing, grinding slowly against her inner walls. But a crease soon formed between his brows, unable to contain his building ecstasy. With a grunt, he thrust his hips up hard.

*Thud.*

“Ungh!”

The sofa pushed against the wall shifted out of place. It creaked, cheap sheets and narrow legs wobbling under the motion. Jaeheon thrust up again like he couldn’t hold back anymore.

Each time that thick column plunged in, soaked and eager, the sound of their bodies slapping echoed and blurred her vision.

She could no longer form any coherent thoughts. The face that had tormented her faded away, replaced by the man devouring her with hunger.

‘Ah… was this why… she had been drawn to Jaeheon?’

Eunkyo felt tears sting her eyes again as she surrendered to the pleasure he gave. Rocking like a doll, she kissed him without hesitation.

Then, she laughed.

From the crook of Jaeheon’s neck came the scent of rain—strong, vivid.

It was that scent… the one that always left her helpless.

***

“Are you feeling better now?”

With his forehead resting on her slack shoulder, he asked. Flustered, she looked down, and he chuckled, lifting his head.

“You thought I wouldn’t notice? Why were you so moody?”

“Ah…”

“Aren’t you hungry? Let’s go eat something nice.”

His gentle tone snapped her back to reality. In the place of her fading gloom was a crushing self-loathing—the guilt of having dumped her anxiety and sadness onto Jaeheon.

Eunkyo carefully brushed aside his damp, tousled hair. She caressed his handsome brows, then rubbed his earlobe.

At her touch, the corners of his lips curved into a content smile. As the large man nestled into her arms, a dull ache pulsed deep inside her chest.

“I’m thinking of… going to Mungyeong.”

Her words came out like a sudden impulse, and his eyes wavered for a moment.

“What’s in Mungyeong?”

“Ah… my parents’ place.”

“You mean… for your whole vacation?”

“Yeah.”

Eunkyo got up at last. The stickiness between her thighs felt weird enough to make her laugh. As she smoothed out her crumpled skirt, Jaeheon—still lounging—slipped his hand under it.

He stroked her soft thigh and tugged her toward him.

As she gasped and placed her knee between his legs to rise, he nuzzled her like a child seeking affection.

“Take me with you.”

“You know I can’t. No way.”

He buried his nose between the buttons of her blouse, tugged down her bra cup, and bit into her softened breast. His tongue flattened her nipple, then scraped it with his teeth, making her body tense again.

“Then just tell me when you’re going. When you leave and when you’ll be back.”

“I haven’t decided yet… but probably next week. After the weekend.”

“You’ll be back when your vacation ends?”

“Yeah, probably…”

He nodded obediently. Eunkyo wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing their bodies close. Just then, the familiar ringtone echoed from outside the supply room.

Her phone had finally powered back on after being soaked in the rain.