DI Ch 226 END

Like someone electrocuted, I trembled and panted, but still chewed and swallowed the food in my mouth. The table was a mess, with the cups and utensils knocked over, and the food I couldn’t swallow spilled all over, but I was focused on filling my stomach. It might seem absurd to be eating in this situation, but I thought that if I was going to face someone who clearly had no intention of letting me sleep until dawn—or rather if I wanted to outlast him—then I couldn’t afford to lose in this battle of stamina. As shocking as it was, it seemed like he planned on getting by with my semen for lunch and dinner, but let’s see if he can really win against someone who had their dessert too. I wasn’t planning to let him sleep either, so from the very first night, we’d see who would wear out and give up first.

As I steeled myself, I bowed my head at the explicit swallowing sounds and sensations under the table. The warm, almost hot mouth was soft, then strongly sucking and tightening, stimulating me to the point where I felt I could climax several times without getting tired of it. Though his mouth must have been full, his tongue still managed to lick and rub along the p3nis through that tight space. In the midst of his mindless svcking, my caught ankle was lifted, bending my knee involuntarily. Almost lying back in the chair, I looked under the shadowy table to see Tae Seong-je, who had been properly dressed unlike my naked state, now looking disheveled.

With his unkempt appearance and seductive gaze openly tempting me, how could I resist? I gladly spread my thighs, and he eagerly crawled up, pressing his stomach against mine and trying to kiss me. He gently stroked my furrowing brows and cupped my cheeks, and I bit his lower lip hard. He probably wouldn’t listen if I asked to wash up before continuing. As I grumbled internally, his probing fingers made my toes curl.

No matter how many times he enters, his exceptional size always makes it a tight, overwhelming fit that fills my insides. I gasped, trying to breathe properly. Suddenly, my vision lurched upward. Startled, I quickly hugged his head, then realized he had lifted me up and let out a nervous laugh. Even though I must be heavier now with increased exercise and food intake, he easily picked me up. Instead of marveling, I let out unintended moans and embarrassing sounds due to his d1ck pushing deeper inside me.

It was so thick and wide that it stretched me to my limit, and when he moved, it felt like it was pushing and scraping my inner walls, making my vision flash white. At those moments, my body would go limp and I’d gasp for air, desperately clinging to consciousness by digging my nails into his broad back.

Trapped against the corner of the room, overwhelmed by pleasure and sensation, my emotions welled up. I felt a competitive urge in this situation where I could hardly take the lead, my whole body flushing hot, my focus blurring. In the dim light of the room, my vision grew hazy, and suddenly I noticed his wet cheek.

“…Are you crying, hyung?”

I raised my trembling hand and touched his dry eyes as they closed gently. Ah, I thought he was crying. Had I dropped a glass from the table? My thighs were wet, but it seemed to have rubbed off on him when he buried his face in my groin.

As my blurry vision came into focus, Tae Seong-je opened his eyes. His gaze, though not calm, was deep and warm, yet somehow moist, making me feel uneasy yet ticklish inside.  I made him cry, made him sad. It hurt my heart, but at the same time, I was happy—I wanted him to cry for me, to miss me.

“I’m not crying.”

“Right, you’re not.”

“Why do you sound disappointed?”

“As if.”

It must’ve been obvious from the way my eyes darted around, but he seemed to catch on and found it amusing. As I stared at his smoothly curved lips, which I stared at hungrily, the slow movement of his hips sent a tingling sensation through my body, making me throw my head back and shed tears like I’d been electrocuted. Though languid and wanting to rest, I also wanted him to do more. I wanted him to crave and desire me more. His intense gaze, as if seeing only me, gave me such a thrilling sensation that I felt I could become addicted.

As his thrusts intensified, the moans escaping my lips became more sensual and melted away. Almost gasping for breath, I rubbed our cheeks together desperately and frantically scratched at the back of his neck and shoulder blades. With my other hand, I reached inside his nearly bare shirt, grasping his waist and leaving marks. The floor was getting wet with all kinds of bodily fluids, and the night was growing deeper, but I wanted to stay pressed against him without any gap and endlessly share our body heat.

Just as human limits seem endless, by the time I realized that if you can do it once, you can do it again, my thoroughly spent body started to feel languid and sleepy. Though I felt as if I’d been wrung dry and my waist seemed sprained, we remained connected, nuzzling and biting each other’s lips until they went numb.

We tickled and played around, then washed up, only to do it once more until I jokingly said I was going to die, earning a scolding for even joking about such things. Then came the situation where semen kept leaking out, so we decided to remove what was inside first. Maybe it was a signal to go another round, and I just didn’t catch on.

“No… You’re just taking it out, right? Ah, uh, yeah… Oh, what are you doing…”

“Why? You were moving your hips, so I thought you wanted more.”

When did I… Infuriatingly, as he gently bit my earlobe and played with his fingers, loud squelching sounds could be heard. Though I was in a state where I could have fallen asleep, the constant stimulation of my sensitized area made it impossible not to get aroused again. Sigh, it felt like I might be able to go one last time, but then again, maybe not…

My eyes fluttered shut as if what he was saying made no sense at all. I must’ve dozed off for a second because when I woke up, the room was dark. It was almost embarrassingly quiet compared to earlier. Was he asleep too? I felt at ease as I traced the shadow I could barely make out in my hazy vision. Somehow, even if I fell asleep, he’d still be there when I woke up… I liked that and wanted to keep doing this.

The unfamiliar yet soft feel of the blanket on my bare skin, and the fact that I wasn’t wet down there, suggested he had cleaned everything up while I passed out, making it quite comfortable. Well, that was thoughtful of him, even if I hadn’t expected it. What time is it? I’d already lost track of time on the first day, and I was too scared to check the clock. I wouldn’t have been able to even if I tried. My body, which had been pampered and worn out all day, alternated between short bouts of restless sleep and wakefulness. Eventually, I succumbed to sleep once more, only to wake up suddenly, feeling an odd sense of unease. When I opened my eyes, a large figure stood silently by the bed, making my heart leap. Wow, I almost thought it was a ghost…

“Hyung, you scared me. Why aren’t you sleeping, what are you do— oof.”

“…”

Suddenly, a dry towel covered my face. Then, without a chance to speak, he started rubbing me down as if drying someone who had just come out of water. Instead of avoiding it, I obediently accepted it. It wouldn’t be surprising if his sleepwalking symptoms had returned. No matter how much everything was over and we were happy now, I knew things could never truly go back to how they were before. I just hoped it wouldn’t get worse.

Besides, this wasn’t one of the more troublesome behaviors to deal with, so it was fine. Of course, it might be annoying to be forcibly woken up, but considering how many nights I had been in pain at dawn, it would be inhuman to show displeasure just because our positions were reversed. I proactively offered my arms and legs, asking him to wipe here and there, and must have fallen asleep again in the process. It couldn’t be helped. Sleepiness aside, his touch was affectionate and thorough, making me feel good.

When my blurry vision came into focus and I found no one beside me, goosebumps ran through me, and I hurriedly sat up. My heart raced so hard I thought it might burst, and I clutched my chest, trying to calm down. My thoughts and nerves were solely focused on finding Tae Seong-je. Why couldn’t I see him? Where was he? He wouldn’t have left… Ah, there he was. I exhaled the breath I hadn’t realized I was holding when I spotted his familiar profile sitting at the table not far from the bed.

Though my tensed muscles relaxed and my messy hair fell back into place, instead of lying back down, I massaged my trembling body. Even that I had to stop due to the pain in my bruised arm. How did I end up like this here? As I rubbed the bite marks that were clearly identifiable below the bruises, I got out of bed. Normally, my legs would’ve given out by now, but somehow, they managed to hold up. Indeed, people needed to exercise and build stamina. No matter how hard and depressing things got, eating well, sleeping well, and staying healthy meant you wouldn’t pathetically groan in moments like these, even after a day of chaos.

Feeling much lighter after a brief nap, though still sore as if I’d been pounded like dough, I stumbled across the room. Tae Seong-je, with one hand covering his face and head bowed, didn’t seem to notice my presence, either lost in thought or asleep. I leaned against the table to assess the situation. He seemed to have changed into new clothes, but not a single button was properly fastened, and they were even wrinkled. On the table sat an expensive bottle of alcohol and a glass filled with liquor. There were no signs of drinking.

I picked up the glass, swirling the appetizing color before setting it back down. Had he intended to drink alone but then changed his mind? As I pondered this, I noticed his phone with the screen on next to the glass. I hadn’t realized it due to the silence, but something was playing continuously. It was a downloaded file with a title that appeared to be meaningless numbers. Curious, I put it to my ear and heard faint sobbing.

“I want… I want to go… go home…”

Just as I was thinking he might be listening to something strange, a slurred voice cried sorrowfully. It was my voice. I hadn’t recognized it at first because I was wailing like a madman, but I knew it was me when I heard myself repeatedly crying my younger sister’s name, saying I didn’t know where to go, why I was here, and that I couldn’t remember anything.

So that’s what this is. Judging by the occasional sounds of wind or what seemed like mountain noises, my guess was probably right. It wasn’t recorded to be played back like this, but I did something stupid because of my head injury. Still, even if I couldn’t remember, to think I handed this over intact… I unintentionally hurt him again. This wasn’t my first recording.

Back then, even though I was barely sane, I mumbled until the battery died, afraid of my fading memories. Even when I lost myself momentarily when I couldn’t feel the cold in the deep darkness, when I compulsively checked behind me due to creepiness. My throat tightened and my mouth went dry. Remembering that time made me feel like I was stepping on the dizzy, cold ground, and as if the wind was touching my hair.

I broke into a cold sweat and remembered times when I moved without rest. The moments when I covered my ears and buried my head between my knees, not moving an inch, and when I climbed the mountain like a wild animal, trembling in fear when no proper path appeared no matter how far I went. That wasn’t something I could joke about doing again.

“Sca-scared, sc-sc, uh, uhhh…”

Could a person even make sounds like that? Was I really that bad? Hearing my own incoherent mumbling like a madman was enough to ruin anyone’s mood. Yet, strangely, it also drew me in. I fumbled around the table, looking for the glass I had set down. As I downed it in one gulp, my throat burned like it had been touched by fire. My senses snapped back. It felt like swallowing fire, the heat rising, making me shake my head.

“Ahh…”

It hits hard after not drinking for a long time. Is this expensive? I unconsciously licked my lips as I put down the phone and checked the label. Was it because the quality was good or because I hadn’t had alcohol in so long…? But that usual sweet taste wasn’t there. Before the overwhelming pain, every drink tasted rich, offering a sense of peace.

As if possessed, my hand moved on its own to refill the empty glass, but the memory of being scolded harshly startled my hand, causing the precious alcohol to spill.  It seemed like the glass should have shattered into pieces, but luckily, not even a crack appeared. Though, was that really something to be lucky about? Suddenly terrified, I considered whether I should force myself to vomit, but nothing happened. Everything felt frozen in time, except for the bottle of alcohol spilling its contents. Even Tae Seong-je, unmoving like a statue, seemed unaffected. I glanced at him quickly, then foolishly tried to push the bottle away with my heel. It was an obvious move, and I would definitely get caught.

“I said I’d protect you first.”

The dry voice that broke the silence before the sound of the bottle rolling ceased made me tense. But his voice, thick with exhaustion and pain, sounded like someone trapped in a nightmare, piercing my heart.

“I did… I said I would… but I couldn’t. I failed again… I couldn’t do it again…”

The dying murmur was bitter with a sense of defeat, guilt, and helplessness. I had thought he seemed fine earlier, so why was he now so anxious again? I suspected mood swings but wasn’t certain. What should I do? I tried to think, but seeing him sinking into a sticky, dark swamp, my body moved first.

“Hyung. Look at me.”

His eyes, as he raised his head heavily, seemed devoid of any composure.

“Come here.”

I opened my arms and wiggled my fingers, urging him to come quickly. Even if I couldn’t eliminate his depression, I could at least ease it by half. I hugged him as gently and affectionately as possible, something I couldn’t have imagined doing before. His large body was solid and heavy, but lovable. Resting his forehead near my neck and exhaling as if overwhelmed, he spoke.

“I’m struggling because I love you so much. But I like that. I love you.”

“I know. I love you too.”

This summer, I suddenly wondered what he was thinking when he came here. Maybe he actually hated the ocean? Did he come simply because I liked it, even though he was sick of it? Having come this far, I lost the desire to raise the blinds until the end of the vacation. It didn’t seem that impressive anymore. Taking a deep breath, I whispered in his ear the answer I couldn’t give before embracing him.

“And, I’m thankful and happy. You protected me. You always have.”

“…”

Even though he didn’t seem satisfied with my words, it didn’t change the fact that he had always surrounded me with love and protection. No matter the outcome, that was all that mattered.

“I know how much you cherish me, how much sadness and affection you hold for me. I really do. But I’m the one who overthinks everything. I’ve already done plenty of thinking, so all you need to worry about today is what we’ll do for fun or what we’ll eat. Leave the rest to me.”

Tae Seong-je was like the sea, with a power that pulled people in like waves. He could stir up my emotions with every little glance, gesture, or feeling, sweeping me up into a whirl of emotions. If he had that kind of influence, then he had to keep his mind clear. Well, it didn’t matter if he stayed like this, but if he wanted to lead me in the direction he desired or had something he wanted, he needed to do it in moderation. That’s how it should be for someone who would become the master of my remaining time.

“Do you understand?”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

“Good.”

Satisfied, he says as if he can’t win, asking how everything is so easy for me. These kinds of issues could be viewed simply. Holding hands, kissing, and chatting about trivial things could make hours fly by. Wasn’t it the same for him? Without needing anything grand, time passes quickly with the smallest of moments. Today’s for today. Tomorrow’s for tomorrow.

If I were to think further into the future, as someone who overthinks everything, even if death separates us again, I’d wish for one more chance in the next life. Even if our memories are stolen, my heart will still remember you. Even if existence itself is erased, love can never be erased. I leaned into his warmth, which had somehow surrounded me. Those lonely, unfamiliar nights I thought would never end—those are gone. Now, only love remains.

<The End>