DI Ch 222

I hadn’t even climaxed yet, or rather, I couldn’t because of someone, and I felt disappointed, drained, and bewildered that it ended so abruptly. But I didn’t want it to continue like this either. Even if we had done it at the dinner table earlier, wasn’t that just an empty gesture? Despite my infatuation, I knew well enough that his rough hands weren’t actually beautiful, no matter how pretty they seemed to me. I also wasn’t shameless enough to eat dinner calmly while accepting his fingers forcefully entering my tight lower region. But it feels a bit damp down there. Wait, did he wash everywhere except there? I was about to say something out of exasperation, but I shut my mouth as I felt the calluses and scars on the thick palm pressed against my buttocks. Judging by the length and thickness, it seemed to be the middle finger, but why that finger? As the long finger slowly pushed in, it felt endless, making my waist curve.

“Does it hurt?”

“Ah, no. But not now, later, ah, slow down a bit…”

“Where are you going? Come here. Finish eating first.”

“Hng.”

I leaned away slightly to avoid it, but he pursued me relentlessly. The time that had been passing so quickly now seemed to slow down. Groans escaped involuntarily, making even eating a struggle. I barely managed to finish a bowl and escape my seat. I had steeled myself for this, asked for it, and begged for it, but now feeling wronged for wanting to say stop, don’t, enough. He wasn’t doing it to loosen me up; he was just toying with me, making me feel awkward with only one finger. I was so irritated. I couldn’t let him off the hook for this. I was exhausted and drained in such a short amount of time, probably from the tension of trying to stifle any embarrassing sounds that might escape through the door. But still, I had to say it.

“Before bed…”

I began, glaring with tired eyes at Tae Seong-je as he leisurely wiped his hands with a warm towel.

“Please continue before bed. I didn’t see you finish earlier, so that doesn’t count.”

Partly because the image of him naked except for his glasses lingered in my mind, but also out of a desire for revenge. Let’s see how flustered he gets; maybe then he won’t do this again. Of course, I also regretted not seeing it properly. Anyway, when I spoke clearly, he seemed reluctant to refuse and looked at me as if I was impressive.

“…Alright. I’ll do it right in front of you.”

When he asked if that was okay, I nodded satisfaction. We sat side by side amicably, taking our prescribed medications without missing any, and were in a good mood even as we entered the bedroom. I’m not sure how many times we’ve showered today, but he showered again and put on his glasses while still wet. I quickly took my position.

Worried he might get sidetracked again, I focused intently, not even undressing. It’s amazing how easily he gets aroused without doing anything. And he climaxed just by looking at me. Without any erotic acts or techniques, just looking at me intently for a few minutes…

“My face feels like it’s going to burst.”

“Well, of course.”

“What do you mean, of course?”

He laughed as if I had made a hilarious joke, then proceeded to clean up. I casually massaged his thighs and moved closer. Then I skillfully reached for his p3nis and gently grasped them. I just looked into his eyes. Making Tae Seong-je excited was truly the easiest thing in the world.

“Hyung… I’m hard again too.”

“…”

“Really, just put it in. I won’t do anything else.”

I’m not good at deceiving, but it doesn’t matter since I have a lover who knowingly lets himself be deceived.

“…Then let’s really just put it in.”

He was pretending to be reluctant, but he must have reached his limit as well. So, did he end up doing it? Yeah, damn it, he finally did it. He put it in, but the pain hit me so hard I almost couldn’t breathe. I was on the verge of crying. I tried to hold it in, but while my mind might have been used to it, my body clearly wasn’t, and a few tears slipped out despite myself.

“Hah…”

“…Tch.”

He gently patted my waist and hips, telling me to relax, but how was I supposed to do that? Still, since we’d come this far, I thought we might as well push through and finish. I forced myself to relax and lowered my body. But the pain made it impossible to stay focused, and it wasn’t long before my erection subsided. I wonder if he would forcefully push in to make me want to continue, but he seemed to be maintaining a passive attitude as if he really had no intention. So I decided to end it here too. As I struggled to move to give up on inserting any further and pull out…

“Hic, ah, ugh, hah!”

Why was he pulling me in so tightly, not letting me move?

“Ugh, don’t move. You said you wouldn’t, ngh, wait, relax a bit.”

He seems to have thought I was trying to move up and down rather than pulling out to stop. I got why, but what was I supposed to do now? Stuck, half inside, I couldn’t go back or move forward. We hadn’t even gotten halfway, but now it seemed like he was going to end up all the way in! The more I struggle, the more it swallows, and the more he prevents me from moving, the tighter it gets below, creating a vicious cycle. No, no, wait, let go. I want to pull out. I’m telling you I want to pull out! I couldn’t speak as I was gasping for breath. Feeling like I was going crazy, I dug my nails into his back, scratching wildly, pushing against his shoulders and writhing, but he only held me tighter.

“Ugh, hmm…”

As if asking if I was doing this on purpose… I buried my face in his warm neck, rubbing at my blurry, tear-filled eyes as I exhaled shakily. I guess, now that it’s come to this, I should just let it happen. It’s good for stretching anyway… Yeah, that’s it. This isn’t so bad. I actually liked being held like this, and it was nice seeing him take the lead for once, even if it wasn’t intentional. I rested my head next to his as I pressed him back, thinking positively. It was nice… just nice…

***

The next morning, I didn’t know when he’d pulled out, but there he was, up before me, stretching out with his back straight. I couldn’t take my eyes off his broad back, following the line of his spine, his shoulder blades, and the firm muscles stretching under his skin, then exhaled with satisfaction. Hyung… I called out in a low voice, thick with sleepiness. Hearing this, he turned his head to look at me.

“What? Go back to sleep.”

Instead of just casually responding, he makes eye contact while talking, which I find endlessly endearing. I was about to smile, but a yawn came out instead.

“The dragon got scratched…”

“You should say wound.”

“There is a wound on your back…”

Ugh, I was so tired. I rubbed my face with my dry hands and lazily stretched before letting out another big yawn. What time was it? As I dozed off again, I felt his lips gently press against the top of my head.

“Seung-won.”

“Yawn. Yes…”

“Don’t you want to go on a trip?”

“Yes…”

“Then let’s go in three days.”

“Okay… Wait, go where?”

Go where in three days? The sleepiness immediately left my eyes. I was momentarily thrilled but soon became skeptical. I wasn’t particularly close to his employees, nor did I really care, but the thought of it made me worry. No matter how much he pretended otherwise, he looked incredibly busy. Would they really just let him go on a trip that easily?

“Isn’t that impossible?”

“Nothing’s impossible.”

“…”

“We’ll manage somehow.”

He seemed to think he was being unreasonable, so he changed his words a bit. I narrowed my eyes and watched him, but he still spoke as if it was no big deal.

“You just decide where you want to go.”

I swallowed a sigh while massaging my stiff shoulders. He seemed to be in a good mood for the first time in a while this morning, he’d be disappointed if I didn’t agree.

“Let’s go see the ocean. If possible, let’s get a room with an ocean view. That’s all I need.”

The ocean equals travel, and travel equals the ocean, right? Plus, it’s easy to get to and back, and we could stay at the same hotel we went to before, so nothing major would happen. I looked at him, thinking it was a simple, peaceful idea, and he silently smiled, pulling his lips into a grin before giving me a peck on the cheek. I should’ve known what that silence meant… but I was simply excited about going on a trip. How could I have guessed that he had another intention?

No, even so, when it’s hot and humid and someone mentions a beach trip, you naturally think of Hawaii, Guam, or the Maldives—someplace with an ideal climate. Who would have thought we’d end up in an underwater hotel. Yeah. We ended up going on the trip. He wasn’t by my side and was running around so busily that I thought we wouldn’t be able to go, but we really did leave after three days. He came to the airport, took care of something, squeezed out time, and finally made it happen. It felt like witnessing a triumph of human will.

“…I said I wanted a room with an ocean view, not a room with a view from inside the ocean.”

“If you like it, just say you like it.”

As I muttered under my breath after dropping my luggage, his hand landed on my head. He playfully tousled my hair, then gave my back a light pat as if to tell me to snap out of it.

“This place must be super expensive. Wow, Hyung, come look at this… This is insane…”

I marveled as I slowly took in the vivid underwater scenery as if a massive movie screen was right in front of me. There were even stairs leading down below—does that mean the floor is see-through too? There’s a giant water park and even a casino in the hotel, but I felt no curiosity or desire to go there. They said it was an ultra-luxury hotel built on an artificial island. True to its reputation, the interior was extremely luxurious, but I was too mesmerized by the feeling of being underwater to care about anything else. Is this even real? I instinctively reached for my phone to take a picture but soon gave up, losing myself in simply watching the fish swim by.