JL Ch3.3

“Haa…”

A ridiculous laugh escaped my lips, but my mouth hung open, unable to close. Come to think of it, are we dating now? I couldn’t help but laugh again as my cheeks lifted.

“Haha, really, I’m with Shin, seriously.”

Unable to contain my laughter, I got up and walked back and forth in the living room a few times. It still didn’t feel real. He’s so handsome, cool, kind, and rich, and yet he’s dating me. …We are dating, right?

I stopped abruptly and took out my phone. I wanted to text him immediately to confirm that we were indeed dating, but I held back. Shin was probably busy dealing with family matters, and I didn’t want to bother him with my insecurities. Besides, after everything we did at his place, it had to be true. …Everything we did. The thought of all those intimate moments flashed in my mind again.

“Haa, seriously.”

It was amazing. Shin was really good. Even though he was just as inexperienced as me, he didn’t hesitate and led so confidently… He was incredible. How could he be so good at it? Was it just natural talent?

Especially the way he looked while touching himself above me was breathtaking. Just thinking about it made my lower abdomen tingle and my body heat up. Shower, I need a shower. I hurried into the bathroom.

Since I worked on weekends, I rarely had a full day to just rest at home. Even if I stayed home, there was always housework or grocery shopping to catch up on. So, a day like today was truly rare.

Grrr. The sound of my stomach startled me, and I checked the time. It was 4 PM. My god, I had spent all this time just thinking about Shin and doing nothing else. Shocked, I got up to have a late lunch. I was very hungry.

Of course, I had been so excited in the shower that I ended up masturbating twice. It had been a long time since I’d done it back-to-back like that, not since middle school. And yet, I still felt a lingering excitement in my blood. It was like I was back to being that middle schooler who couldn’t think about anything else after experiencing his first orgasm.

I considered myself a rather calm person, so this reaction surprised me. But it also felt incredible. Knowing it was Shin made all these embarrassing acts feel acceptable. It was only natural to feel happy when someone as amazing as him was my partner.

While eating, I tried to calm my rising excitement and checked my phone. I sent a message asking if he was okay, but there was no reply. Should I call him? I kept glancing at my phone while eating but decided against it. He was busy, and I didn’t want to be a distraction.

Though I gave up on calling, I couldn’t take my eyes off my phone while I ate. After finishing my meal and brushing my teeth, I checked my phone multiple times, worrying I might have missed a message. Even after coming out of the bathroom, I couldn’t do anything but hold onto my phone until I decided to turn on my computer.

If Shin knew how much I was obsessing over his contact, he might get annoyed. This thought finally made me push my phone aside. But as I moved the mouse and browsed the internet, nothing seemed interesting, and time dragged. Within five minutes, I checked my phone again and felt deflated. He must be really busy. Trying to suppress my disappointment, I checked my emails, only to find a bunch of spam.

Discreet packaging + fast delivery: Viagra, long-lasting condoms/ Lowest prices online

How did these people get my email address? I was about to mark them as spam when I realized something important. Wouldn’t I need condoms next time? …Yeah, I should be prepared. Besides, I needed something to do right now.

I immediately searched for gels and condoms. There were so many kinds. The world of condoms was as dazzling as the glittering banners. Not knowing what to choose, I clicked on a brand that seemed less explicit. Ten pieces for over ten thousand won. I did some quick mental calculations. If we did it on weekends, considering I had school during the week and worked part-time on weekends… we’d probably do it once or twice a week.

If we used one each time, no, we might do it twice in one day if we had the energy. Just thinking about it made me feel like I was becoming a sex addict. I must be crazy, thinking about doing it twice. I pressed down on my rising excitement with my hand.

Still, just in case, assuming two times, a pack would last over a month. The cost wasn’t too much of a burden. Relieved, I added it to my cart and checked the size.

…Should I get XL? The size was 188×56. I stared at the measurements, mouth half open, thinking about my time with Shin, and my face heated up again.

“Ah, geez.”

I wiped my face with my hand to calm down and looked at the monitor again. 188mm was about this much. I took out a ruler and measured it exactly. …No way. I’d need to get XXL.

Shin’s was big, but why was I embarrassed? But it was really big and thick. Something like that going inside me… Huh? Can it even fit? I stared into space, mouth half open. Is it possible? Am I going to die?

…Well, if it were that painful, people wouldn’t do it. It must be doable if everyone does it. Pushing aside my fears, I focused on shopping again. Just as I was ordering the XXL, a description caught my eye.

‘Sweet vanilla scent.’

…It felt embarrassing. It’s for putting on down there, so what’s the point of it having a good scent? Feeling awkward looking at the monitor, I turned my head to glance at the wallpaper. I composed myself, turned back to the monitor, and moved the mouse quickly. Click, click. I hurriedly removed the sweet vanilla from my cart and started looking for an unscented option.

But just before clicking the checkout button, I hesitated again. Did I even need my own condoms? …Probably not. I quickly abandoned the thought, and with that, the ordeal of buying the necessary items for a sex life was over. A sense of relief washed over me, as if I had finished an exam.

I also felt a subtle pride. Buying condoms made me feel like a real adult. I laughed out loud and felt embarrassed, so I got up and did some arm exercises. Being in a relationship felt great.

Laughter kept bubbling up randomly late into the night. The start of a relationship was certainly a pleasant thing, but it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. Shin still hadn’t contacted me. I couldn’t resist and sent two more messages, but there was no response until almost midnight.

I’m not usually the type to worry or dwell on things deeply. People often told me I seemed to have an easy life, and I believed it was because I quickly brushed off worries. But for the first time ever, I couldn’t shake off my anxiety and concern.

All I did until this time was hold my phone and check the message screen. I had to go to the library tomorrow, so I needed to sleep early, but I just couldn’t. During the day, I had felt so light and happy, as if I was walking on air, but now I felt like I was sinking with a weight tied to my feet.

Such sudden mood swings were unfamiliar to me, and that made it even more unsettling. But the solution to everything was very simple. At 11:42 PM, a notification sounded.

Sorry for the late reply.

As soon as I saw Shin’s message, I sprang up from my seat.

“Haa.”

A huge sigh of relief escaped my lips. I quickly typed a response, making several typos and having to delete and retype before finally sending it. Then, hesitantly, I asked,

Is the problem resolved?

No.

I couldn’t take my eyes off that one short word. Strangely, it made my chest ache. I knew in my head that Shin was someone who could handle any problem on his own, but I couldn’t stay calm. I wanted to do something for him. But I was far away, and realistically, there was nothing I could do to help.

Not knowing what to say, I just left my fingers hovering over the screen, and then I sent a standard message of comfort. Don’t stress too much…I was about to send it just like that but added, If you’re frustrated, talk to me.. I didn’t have high expectations for a response. I thought Shin would just say something like, It’s okay, thanks, and I felt down even before his reply came. But then a question appeared in the chat window.

Can I?

Whoa, of course! I don’t know why, but that reply made me so happy. All my silly anxieties about whether we were really dating vanished with that one question. It felt like a confirmation that I was important to him.

I replied with multiple exclamation marks. The short conversation ended there, but I couldn’t get back to bed. Under the bright light, I lay awake, staring at that message with wide, alert eyes. Today, I had my first kiss and experienced intimate moments, but the thing that made me happiest was this message.

Monday morning, I got up having barely slept a few hours, but I felt light. In fact, I was eager to go out quickly. I wanted to see Shin as soon as possible. But as I neared the corner of the street, I stopped walking quickly. Even though I’d seen his face every day lately, our relationship had changed, and suddenly, I felt shy. Turning the corner would reveal the road where Shin always parked and waited. Just thinking about it made my heart race.

Just last week, this pounding heart came with the anxiety of not wanting to be found out, but now it had turned into an uncontrollable excitement. I needed time to calm down, worried that I might break into a silly grin as soon as I saw him. Don’t laugh too much. Stay focused. Concentrate on studying at the library…

“Hyung.”

Gasp! Startled by Shin’s sudden voice, I jumped back. Shin quickly reached out and grabbed my arm.

“Careful. You’ll fall.”

His voice was low and gentle. At that moment, I recalled when he had spoken in that same gentle voice before.

‘I’ll just kiss you.’

I must be crazy. I found it hard to meet his eyes. It’s okay, I mumbled, but he looked at me curiously and asked,

“What were you doing here?”

“…Studying?”

I gave a stupid answer and looked up at him, noticing his still-damp hair. Even in the early morning, the bright summer sunlight made his hair shine.

“Did you memorize your English vocabulary?”

He asked with a smile, and he looked so handsome and cool that it left me feeling dazed. I mumbled a response, glancing up at him quickly before looking down again.

“Did you come straight after washing up?”

“Oh.”

He brushed his wet hair back with his hand, giving a sheepish smile.

“I came right after working out.”

So, he worked out before coming to pick me up? I couldn’t help but admire his stamina, and I stared at him without realizing it. When our eyes met, he quickly looked away, glancing elsewhere, and gently tugged on my arm.

“Shall we go?”

His hand stayed on my arm the entire walk to the car, but I didn’t notice until we got in. My heart was racing the whole short distance.

In truth, I had one concern before going to the library. With Shin right across from me, could I really focus on studying? Would I end up failing my studies because of our relationship, as the sous-chef hyung warned? In the end, there were indeed some distractions.

With someone I liked right in front of me, I kept wanting to look at him, he was constantly on my mind, and I had to struggle to keep my face from breaking into a wide grin. However, surprisingly, I managed to study quite effectively. Seeing Shin study diligently motivated me, and my desire to impress him made me more enthusiastic about my own studies.

The repetitive routine of watching video lectures and memorizing English vocabulary, which had become boring, suddenly felt exciting again, just like when I first started. At lunch, Shin even complimented me.

“You’re working hard today.”

Because I want to impress you.

“There are about 100 days left until the exam. You’re working hard too.”

He smiled at me, then looked away again. The conversation ended there. I sensed something different about him, but I thought it might be due to his worries, so I cautiously asked,

“Is everything okay with your mom?”

“It’s not my mom.”

“Huh?”

“It’s the woman who remarried my dad.”

Oh… Only then did I understand their distant conversations. I felt sorry for prying into something he didn’t want to show, so I focused on finishing my meal. He added nonchalantly,

“There were no problems growing up. We didn’t care about each other. It was actually easier that way.”

“It’s not that it was comfortable; it just wasn’t uncomfortable.”

He looked at me. His gaze seemed to ask if it wasn’t the same thing, and I swallowed the rice in my mouth.

“Being able to endure and bear it doesn’t mean it’s comfortable. It’s completely different.”

“…”

“You’ve endured well.”

I wondered if I had the right to say something like that, and resumed eating. I felt his gaze on me for a long time.

“Hyung.”

Yes? I looked up in response, and he whispered a low question.

“Do you want to come to my place now?”

“No!”

I blurted out my refusal, and immediately regretted it when his expression turned cold. Flustered, I quickly tried to explain myself.

“No, it’s just that the package hasn’t arrived yet…”

“Package?”

I couldn’t bring myself to tell him I had ordered condoms and lube for our next encounter.

“…Just some stationery.”

It wasn’t a lie. The sender would label the package as stationery.

“I’ll come over next time.”

“Sure.”

He responded lightly, and his expression didn’t differ much from usual, but I felt a chill. I should have acknowledged and addressed the unease I felt then, but I was overwhelmed by excitement and didn’t. The consequence of that decision grew little by little each day until Friday, when it became impossible for me to ignore.

Every morning, my heart still fluttered when I met him. He continued to smile and be kind, but he avoided eye contact. Even when our eyes met during conversation, he would look away first. And his wrist—every time I caught sight of it while studying, it would remind me of our kiss.

Naturally, this brought back memories of Sunday morning. Just thinking about how intense, suffocating, and heated it was made my mouth dry. After parting with Shin and heading home, I would think of him every time I showered and would masturbate.

At first, I felt embarrassed and guilty, but by Thursday, even after climaxing, I was left feeling unsatisfied. I wanted to actually touch him, to be close to him. But he didn’t approach me. The brief physical touches he usually initiated had only happened once, on Monday morning, before getting into the car.

Touching was one thing—I could initiate it if I wanted, but even that wasn’t easy. Whenever I tried to get closer, my heart pounding, he would subtly move away. Initially, it hurt a little.

Did he not like me anymore? I wondered. But his kind voice and smile were the same. Was he disappointed in me for being inexperienced? After all, it was embarrassing to be my age and have my first kiss. So, I couldn’t muster the courage to get closer. This week, while I was undoubtedly happy spending every day from morning till evening with someone I liked, I was also filled with anxiety and fear.

Taking the bus from the library, walking down the main street, and turning into the long alley leading home was usually a relief. It signaled I was almost home, and the huge sense of relief pushed my tired body forward.

Friday night, after parting with Shin and exchanging goodbyes, I walked down the main street and turned into the alley. For some reason, the usually welcoming alley felt unusually long and like a muddy path I didn’t want to tread. I didn’t want to go home. I missed him and wanted to see him again, even though we’d spent the entire day together.

Today, especially, I felt this way. The alley I usually rushed through was now a place I didn’t want to go. After turning the corner and taking a few steps, I found myself standing still for a long time. It hadn’t been minutes since we parted, yet I missed him as if I hadn’t seen him in years.

That emotion surged like a sob threatening to escape. After hesitating for a while, I turned and started running. Shin was probably gone by now. Even though my rational mind warned me it was foolish, I rushed to the main street, prepared to chase his car anywhere.

But there was no need to race down the street. His car was still there. He was leaning against it, gazing up at the sky. When he sensed something and lowered his head, his surprised eyes met mine without looking away.

I approached him, trying to control my breath as if I’d just run a 100-meter sprint. He seemed puzzled by my return but didn’t ask why. Instead, I spoke first, feeling compelled to.

“Why haven’t you left?”

He looked down at me quietly, then lifted the corner of his mouth in a small smile.

“Just didn’t want to.”

Hearing that, the hardness in my heart melted like ice in hot water. I felt reassured. Knowing he felt the same made me incredibly happy. So happy that it hurt.

“Hyung, why…”

“Let’s go.”

I interrupted him, holding his hands with both of mine. The wind was strangely strong today, making his hands feel even warmer. My heart started pounding harder as we touched. His slow, low question followed.

“Where to?”

My voice trembled with embarrassment as I answered.

“Somewhere we can be alone. I want to be with you.”

Friday

At first, I misunderstood him. Was he angry? Disappointed that I was so straightforward? I thought of a thousand possibilities. After confessing that I wanted to be with him, Shin didn’t say anything.

He just looked at me for a moment and then put me in the car. No, “put” isn’t right—he practically shoved me into his tall SUV. As soon as I climbed in, he shut the door. Naturally, I asked as he got into the driver’s seat.

“Where are we going?”

“Wherever you want to go.”

However, I couldn’t understand the response right away because of the car that sped off suddenly. With a screech, it entered the road so quickly that you could hear the tires skidding and raced down the empty street. I flinched, clutching my awkwardly held bag tightly.

“The speed is too fast… Oh, it’s a red light… but it just keeps going.”

Fortunately, it was late at night, so the road was quiet, and there were no pedestrians at the crosswalk. Still, running a red light was not acceptable. These words didn’t come out. The speed didn’t decrease at all. Glancing at him nervously, I forced an awkward smile.

“It’s lucky there are no cars on the road, but you might get a ticket.”

Again, there was no reply. Instead, he switched lanes quickly to overtake the car ahead, making my body lean sideways. He wasn’t smiling, just staring ahead with a blank expression, driving as if he were in a racing game. His demeanor made me almost certain he was angry. Why was he angry? While pondering this, I noticed too late that the car was heading in a different direction from his house.

“Huh? Aren’t we going to your house? This is the opposite direction…”

While speaking, I remembered what was in this direction. We passed a police station. I looked at him involuntarily. Was my confession suffocating him?

“Um, if I said something to upset you…”

“Hyung, stop talking.”

His low voice was quite sharp, so I quickly shut my mouth. I was just worried and fearful, looking outside. Thankfully, the car passed the police station without stopping. And within ten minutes, we were at the entrance of a large building.

It was a five-star hotel I often saw while riding the bus. Only then did I realize he was really taking my words seriously. But why a hotel? We could just go to my place or his place. However, I couldn’t ask out of curiosity. His demand to stop talking was like a shackle on my mouth.

In the brief moment of me saying “Uh, uh,” the car stopped at the main entrance, and I found myself following him out, caught off guard. Maybe because I hesitated, as soon as I stepped out, he grabbed my hand and roughly pulled me into the hotel.

My mind was a mess. So he wasn’t angry? But then why wasn’t he saying anything? This place must be expensive. As he pulled me along, I took out my wallet with my other hand. But before we reached the hotel counter, a man with a manager’s name tag hurried over and bowed.

He left me for a moment and spoke briefly with the manager a little way off. Did he just come to see someone he knew? But I soon concluded that wasn’t the case. During their brief conversation, his gaze was fixed on me.

Even while responding to the manager, he didn’t take his eyes off me. This time, his gaze felt like chains binding me. And although his gaze was sharp, I could tell he wasn’t angry. His eyes weren’t cold. On the contrary, they were burning with an intense desire, a fiery spark that made my breath catch.

From that moment, I was so tense I couldn’t even swallow. Even when he took the key and led me to the elevator, I couldn’t say a word. I couldn’t even think to say we should just go home to save money.

When the elevator doors opened, he pulled me in urgently. As soon as I stepped in, the doors closed. He stared intently at the silver elevator doors, only speaking once.

“This time, I won’t just kiss you.”

My heart sank slightly. I couldn’t tell if it was from anticipation or fear. As the elevator ascended, no sound was heard except for the quiet mechanical hum. He continued to stare ahead, holding my hand so tightly it hurt. His hand was hot and sweaty.

When the elevator doors opened, I was pulled along again, walking quickly down the carpeted hallway. From the moment I got into the car, he had been holding and leading me, but it was only now, seeing his back in the hallway, that I realized why. He wasn’t angry. He was desperate.

Realizing this made my heart pound even harder. I was afraid the trembling would be transmitted through my hand to him, but my heartbeat was so loud it seemed to echo through my entire body. Just 30 minutes ago, I was anxious, thinking he didn’t like me. Now, knowing he felt the same way, my heart’s pounding dominated my whole being.

I couldn’t breathe out the entire way down the long hallway. Standing in front of a door wider than usual, the tension made the situation feel unreal. He held the card key to the door, but when it didn’t respond, he swiped it a few more times, muttering quietly.

“Damn it.”

His curse was filled with impatience. Surprised by this side of him, I looked up. He was expressionless, but his jaw was clenched tight. Finally, the card reader beeped, and the door opened. I had been to hotels before, but this was unlike any typical hotel room I remembered.

As soon as we entered the room, instead of a bed, there was a huge living room. But there was no time to consider how big the room was or how much it cost. With a dull thud, the door closed behind us, and the force that had been pulling me along disappeared.

Shin let go of my hand and took a step back, looking down at me. I swallowed involuntarily. Despite the urgency with which he had moved us here, now that we were alone, he stopped everything. This sudden stillness made me even more tense, as if he were taking a deep breath before something significant.

Knowing what that something was, the space between us felt suffocating. His true feelings were as clear as glass in his eyes. He desperately wanted me. His desire was so intense it was almost overwhelming, making me feel both fear and dizziness.

We stood there facing each other, silently breathing for a few moments. He was the first to move. Slowly, yet suddenly, his hands cupped my face and his lips came down on mine. A deep breath entered my mouth, as if he’d been holding his breath underwater for a long time. The hot breath made my body tremble as if it were melting. It was only our second kiss, but the moment our lips touched, my mouth opened slightly on its own. His arms wrapped tightly around me, almost suffocating, but the stimulation of the kiss overshadowed any discomfort.

He sucked on my parted lips, his tongue entering my mouth. His rough breath conveyed how excited he was. The kiss was more thrilling than anything I had imagined over the past week. I had been thinking about kissing Shin as if I were in heat all week, but reality far surpassed my fantasies.

My head felt dizzy. Every time his lips pressed and sucked on me, it sent electric shocks through my body. My rationality was already gone, but my unconscious mind remembered my confession of wanting to sleep with him first.

No matter how embarrassed I felt, trembling to my core, my instincts told me to reach out first, to show him how much I wanted to touch him too. I raised my trembling arms and wrapped them around his neck. Though I was already in his suffocating embrace, I drew a little closer.

I could feel him against my chest, stomach, and entangled legs. My movement made him pause for a moment, then he lunged at my lips as if to devour them. His lips pressed and his tongue ravaged my mouth with ferocity. A moan escaped from my throat involuntarily.

“Mm…”

Then it happened. My body was lifted suddenly. He easily grabbed my waist and lifted me, supporting my buttocks as he held me completely. Even realizing we had done this position before didn’t lessen my surprise.

I tightened my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist to avoid falling. I opened my eyes in surprise and tilted my head back, causing his lips to detach from mine. He began walking while still holding me. As my body swayed, I tightened my grip. It was just a 15 cm lift, but it felt high and unstable. No, more than that, it was uncomfortable. How heavy am I…?

“Hey, put me down. I’m too heavy… mmph!”

My flustered words were cut off by his lips. He pursued my lips persistently, carrying me into the room. I closed my eyes again, half dazed by the sticky kisses. Every time we kissed, my whole body felt like melting ice cream.

So, even though a part of me thought I should get down, I was too absorbed in his lips to act on it. All I could do was follow his lead. And I liked it. This act of pressing our lips together and rubbing them was addictive, like a drug, making me forget the embarrassment of clinging to him like a child.

“Mm…”

Maybe it was the rapid breathing, but the sound from my throat became louder and higher. However, even amidst that, one thing became clear. Between my legs wrapped around his waist, I could feel his large erection.

Even though we had rubbed our erections together last week, the feeling of his touching my body now felt unfamiliar. It was bigger and harder than I remembered, making my heart race and my breath quicken.

Moreover, every time he walked, his erection brushed against me. The brief contact felt even more erotic. My body remembered how we climaxed together last time and responded instinctively. My lower abdomen tingled as excitement pooled in my groin.

The sound of him sucking on my lips echoed inside me, not just in my ears. I couldn’t think about where we were or the embarrassment of clinging to him.

His low, rough breath entered my mouth. His hands tightly gripped my buttocks, pressing me firmly against his erection. The sensation of his erect penis through our clothes made me gasp internally. Despite the clothes between us, his engorged member felt like it was about to pierce through.

“Mm… mmph… ha…”

Embarrassing moans kept escaping my lips. He stopped walking and released my lips at the sound of my moans. I stammered, flustered.

“I didn’t mean to make that sound on purpose…”

Unable to meet his eyes out of embarrassment, I suddenly found myself falling backward. Despite having had a similar experience a week ago, my heart sank until my back hit the mattress. The sturdy mattress let out a small squeak under the combined weight of two adult men.

He looked down at me from above. His lips, glistening with saliva, met my gaze. But it wasn’t just his lips that were wet. His eyes were soaked with a terrifying intensity of desire. He seemed like a wild animal that had lost all reason, and I swallowed nervously.

For some reason, I feared he would penetrate me immediately with his erection. But contrary to my expectations, he started by taking off my shirt. As my t-shirt slipped over my head, the cold air inside the room sent a shiver down my spine. His hands moved to unbuckle my pants. Suddenly, I remembered what I had to do. I was the one who had said we should sleep together first, so I couldn’t just lie there doing nothing like last time.

“I’ll, I’ll undress myself.”

I spoke and tried to sit up, but his hand pressed firmly against my chest. As I fell back weakly, his low, gravelly voice reached my ear.

“Next time.”

His eyes lingered on my half-naked lower body as he spoke. He slowly undressed me, his hand brushing over my exposed legs. Goosebumps spread along the path of his touch.

Especially when his hand slid up the inside of my thigh, I involuntarily jerked my hips. I wanted him to hurry up, but his hand moved slowly. He grasped the waistband of my underwear, but instead of pulling it down, he reached inside and grabbed my erection.

“Ugh.”

Just being held made my body jolt. I wanted to tell him I would undress myself, but after he said “next time,” I couldn’t dare to argue. However, the anticipation was killing me. It wasn’t just because he was slowly stroking my erection with my underwear half pulled down.

His gaze was the real problem. His eyes, filled with desire, were fixed on my body. Every time I twitched, his gaze intensified. It was unfamiliar, almost as if he were a stranger, but that unfamiliarity was even more stimulating. It made every word he spoke feel more embarrassing and erotic.

“You’re already wet just from being touched.”

As he spoke, he gripped and shook me firmly. Well, it’s because you’re rubbing it… ugh! I swallowed my excuses along with my moans.

“…Mm.”

I clenched my jaw to the point of pain to hold back my moans. Turning my head to the side with my eyes closed, his hand grabbed my face and made me look at him. Despite his forceful grip, I couldn’t properly meet his eyes because his hand continued to stimulate my erection below.

My body twisted with excitement, and the embarrassment of my reaction made me avert my gaze. But Shin deliberately stared at my face as he sped up his hand movements.

Tap, tap, tap…

As he said, my pre-cum was already making wet sounds with his strokes. Pleasure quickly gathered in my lower abdomen. I never thought I would climax so quickly, but his gaze and my embarrassment left me unable to think clearly.

All I could do was clench my jaw to stifle my moans and heavy breaths. But as my excitement grew, small sounds escaped despite my efforts.

“…Ah… Mm.”

“Hyung, make some noise.”

Though he spoke in a low, commanding tone, I covered my face with my arm. How could I make such embarrassing sounds? But just before I reached my peak, everything was blocked. This description couldn’t be more accurate.

He suddenly stopped shaking and covered the tip of my leaking erection. My entire lower abdomen throbbed as I desperately wanted to climax, and my body wriggled in frustration. I tried to push his arm away, but it wouldn’t budge. Words of plea spilled from my lips.

“Don’t hold it like that… ugh…”

“Then make some noise. Don’t hold back, got it?”

His voice was gentle but firm. The urgency of my impending climax made me nod vigorously with my eyes tightly shut.

“Got it, got it… Ah!”

His hand resumed stroking my erection rapidly. Unable to resist the stimulation, my shoulders twisted, and I let out a sound.

“Ugh, ha, ha… Ah, ha… Ugh… Ha, ha…”

Pent-up breaths and moans burst forth. The short journey to climax in Shin’s hand felt eternal and distant. My moans didn’t even sound like my own. When I finally climaxed, my lower abdomen convulsed, and I cried out loudly in his hand, embarrassed by the intensity.

“Haaah! …Ugh …Haa…”

After climaxing, I caught my breath, my chest rising and falling, and opened my eyes. I met Shin’s gaze. His eyes, fixed on me, had completely lost any trace of reason. For some reason, a chill ran through my chest. He stared at me as he raised his hand, covered in my fluids, and licked it with his tongue. I was so shocked that my eyes widened, but before I could tell him to stop, he muttered.

“What should I do? I can’t stop today.”

I didn’t quite understand his words. After all, I had planned to go all the way today. Was he thinking of stopping out of consideration for me? As I looked up at him blankly, he suddenly flipped me over, pulling my hips up toward him.

I tried to prop myself up on my knees and elbows, but before I could even brace my arms, I felt a cold sensation and turned my head. Before I could see anything, my buttocks were forcefully spread apart, and something warm and wet touched me. It was his tongue.

“Stop, don’t do that!”

I shouted and tried to wriggle away, but his hands held my legs firmly. Powerless, I pleaded with him several times to stop, but he only became more persistent in licking my back entrance. The shame made my mind go numb.

“Please, don’t do that.”

I begged, almost in tears, but soon my body shivered from the goosebumps spreading over it. The tip of his tongue slid slightly inside my back entrance. Even though it couldn’t have entered much, the unfamiliar sensation imprinted itself all over my body.

Feeling utterly helpless, I pressed my forehead against the mattress and bit my lip. After a moment, his tongue withdrew, and his wet fingers touched me. The different sensation made me lift my head just as one of his fingers slid deep inside me. Gasping, I inhaled sharply, trying to get used to the unfamiliar feeling that I wasn’t ready for, taking deep breaths.

But my efforts were quickly shattered. His skilled fingers twisted and pressed against a certain spot inside me, sending a sharp wave of pleasure through my body like a bomb exploding.

Ugh, what is this, what is this… Overwhelmed by the sudden surge of pleasure, I couldn’t even breathe properly through my open mouth. From behind me, Shin’s raspy, excited voice reached my ears.

“Make some noise for me, hyung.”