DI Ch 220

It seemed that when we kissed, my ears inevitably heated up. Unlike the brief, affectionate pecks on the cheek or forehead, these intense kisses gradually became so wet that the smacking sounds grew embarrassing. I wondered when I’d get used to these noises. He explored every tooth – from my canines to my molars – with his tongue, even stimulating from my palate to my throat. I truly felt like I might be devoured and that would be the end.

Panting and covering my face with one hand, assuming I must be bright red, he asked another provocative question.

“What would it take for you to let me do it?”

“Don’t even think about it.”

“I could wear out my tongue for you.”

“Then wear out mine instead.”

“You know, I’ve been letting you win because you’re cute, but now you’re just trying to get the better of me with every word.”

Despite his playful tone, it had an authoritative edge that made me flinch. I couldn’t even manage a scoff. I placed my knee in the obscenely empty space between his thighs and exhaled hotly.

“You’re only thinking about letting me win anyway.”

“Of course. What’s the point of winning?”

He cheerfully changed his tune as if he’d never asserted his authority, lowered his head, and planted a kiss on my forehead. I scratched my ticklish forehead and pressed my lips tightly together. Of course, I knew there were exceptions. He wouldn’t let me carelessly handle those aspects, even in jest. For instance, my health, my grades, my future, our relationship… But wait, even if I’m healthy, he won’t do it, so what’s the point of winning?

I was about to say something out of sheer frustration when I realized I was already completely undressed from the waist down. I flinched in surprise. I must’ve been more distracted than I thought. I had no idea when he’d even stripped me. As I took a deep breath, I noticed his fully erect, intimidating d1ck. As much as I tried not to show my dismay, I couldn’t help but avert my gaze upward.

It was hard to deny—it was impressive, nearly perfect, and with the added sheen of wetness, it looked even more enticing. I barely stopped myself from letting out a rude sigh of exasperation.

His d1ck, boasting a frighteningly enormous size and girth even before erection, truly made me momentarily think that a platonic relationship wouldn’t be so bad. Watching him get hard felt like watching some alien life form grow, and it wasn’t unreasonable for me to hesitate. As much as I loved him, that thing was scary… I didn’t hate it, but couldn’t it be just a bit more… human?

I rummaged through my bag under the table. After finding a small gel tube like a portable hand cream, I quietly passed it to him.

“What.”

“…”

I said nothing and just held it out. He knew what it was but still grinned like it was the funniest thing in the world. I swear, everything seems to amuse him.

“I thought you said you’d do it yourself.”

“I just lost my courage. You do it.”

“You’re well-prepared. What about condoms?”

He flicked his hand, gesturing, but I just clenched the lube in his grip.

“We’re not going to do it anyway, so why would we need that?”

“You gonna make me say it twice?”

“If I say it again, I’ll have to repeat myself too. You’re not going to do it anyway, right?”

I didn’t mean to be sarcastic, but as I spoke, I got worked up and ended up being quite cynical. But insisting we absolutely wouldn’t do it and then asking for condoms, what kind of teasing is this? Does he think condoms are made for fingers? They’re made for safe s3x. S3x.

“Oh?”

“What? What now?”

I looked down at him fiercely, tilting my head to brush away the hair tickling my eyes. Who was it that was so desperate to touch me with that lewd face and that intentional body? Even as I was internally growling, he seemed busy laughing. He had to suppress his laughter with a fake cough before he could speak, his low voice dripping with slyness.

“Alright, fine. But if you come even once, we’re done for today.”

Just from kissing, I was already so aroused that I felt I might come with the slightest touch. What, just once? For a moment, I thought I’d misheard.

“You’re joking, right?”

“Not at all.”

“Really, just once?”

“Exactly once.”

His tone was affectionate but firm, causing my eyes to narrow instinctively.

“I’m worried, that’s why.”

The fact that he was emphasizing “just once” so specifically had me feeling a bit uneasy. Having started to pick up on hints remarkably well lately, I nodded calmly without being overconfident. Seeing the interested look on his face, I placed my hand on his dimpled cheek, which looked even more appealing. Even though he’s pretending otherwise, he definitely intended to do it today, and his desire was more than enough to pounce on me, but he didn’t plan to be that forceful.

“I understand what you’re worried about. You think I won’t be able to control myself and will jump on you, right?”

“…I don’t think you understand.”

Huh? Just as I was about to add that he shouldn’t worry, I stopped along with the hand I was fiddling with. Huh, then what?  I glanced at his glasses, slightly crooked from my touch, and his wet hair, tousled, giving him a more intense and alluring look. As I admired his eyes through the damp strands, a sudden realization hit me: this person is mine. All mine. That thought filled me with happiness, and my heart softened, making my tone gentler.

“If that’s not it, then why just once?”

“That’s for me to know.”

“…”

“Ugh.”

I pressed my foot firmly onto Tae Seong-je’s d1ck. There’s a time for jokes and a time when it’s not appropriate… Damn, I rubbed the bridge of my nose, trying to calm the irritation building inside me. Normally, I’m not quick to anger, but thanks to him, I keep discovering new sides of myself.

“Hyung, enough with the jokes, seriously. Please control yourself and don’t ruin my mood. I’m already on edge from s3xual frustration, so be mindful. Are you doing this on purpose?”

“Okay, okay. I won’t do it anymore. Stop.”

His husky voice pleased me enough to let it go, but if he’s going to lower his head, he should at least hide his smile. As I tried to shake off my irritation and remove my foot, I froze at the familiar hardness, texture, and heat. What have I done to him, ah, how embarrassing. I slowly pulled my foot away and pretended nothing happened as I nestled into his arms. He’s been so lenient that I’ve become too bold. At this rate, I might even start speaking informally and acting cheeky. …Haven’t I already done both?

“Why did you suddenly get so serious?”

“…You know that I respect you, separate from loving you, right?”

“Ha, what’s pricked your conscience?”

Laughing as if he understands everything, he showers me with kisses from my eyelids to the bridge of my nose, the tip of my nose, my lips, chin, and down to my neck. Unlike the biting and sucking from earlier, these kisses were gentle, so soft it felt like my face was melting. He wrapped one arm tightly around my waist to keep me steady, while his other hand deftly opened the lid of the lube and spread it across his hand.

“There’s more than just one reason, right?”

“Ah, stop teasing me.”

The touch of his thighs against my bare buttocks suddenly felt embarrassing, and his hand groping my thigh made me even more self-conscious. As I tensed up, expecting him to suddenly insert it without warning, his large hand wet with gel grasped my p3nis instead. Ugh, my waist bent at the sudden stimulation. I gritted my teeth to prevent strange sounds from escaping, as he stroked quickly and pleasurably enough to make my knees weak. My hands that had been carelessly placed on Tae Seong-je’s chest instinctively clung to his neck as if trying not to fall off a wild horse that was running without hesitation. Ugh. Uh, ungh… Although his rough hand hurt a bit, it was stimulating from the start, and now that it was slippery, my vision blurred sparkled, and kept shifting. Well, it’s not just anyone but hyung, and in that bewitching appearance, tenderly touching me here and there – it couldn’t be just ordinarily good. He softly bit my shoulder as I flinched from the unfamiliar intensity of the situation. The heat of his breath escaped slowly as I stroked his shoulder and back, the soft motion making him chuckle.

What was it? Worried I might drool embarrassingly or take a big, gasping breath, I carefully asked while holding back.

“Why… Why are you laughing?”

“Just thinking you’ve grown quite a bit.”

What did he mean? And why did his smirk irritate me so much?

“You don’t ask why I bite anymore.”

“…”

My arms tightened around his neck. Back then, I was a clueless 20-year-old, and now I’m 22 – well, 21 here – but why is he talking about when I was younger? I was agitated, but when he apologized in a hoarse voice, saying I shouldn’t have strangled him and that he could tell I’d been working out, I calmed down and relaxed my arms.