Where the Body Answers First

In reality, the moment I started tugging hard at his hair, he tilted his head and looked up at me.

“I can’t tell if you really hate it or not.”

“Are you actually putting strength into your hand?”

“Seriously?”

He even said that.

I was gripping so hard my face had gone bright red.

With my face burning, I raised my voice.

“Stop looking!”

I wished he would understand how humiliating it was to be exposed like this on my own.

I was the only one naked, my leg slung over his shoulder.

Meanwhile, Jeong Iheon hadn’t taken off a single layer of clothing and still looked perfectly neat.

Seeing my flushed face strained with effort, Jeong Iheon curved his eyes, still faintly wet, and smiled.

At that moment, I felt the initiative slip completely into his hands.

He took a hard bite into the inside of my thigh once, then began stimulating the very place he’d been so intently observing until now.

First, it was the soft flesh.

His tongue slipped into the parted slit and moved near my tightly closed entrance.

A shiver-inducing pleasure ran straight up my spine.

I clutched Jeong Iheon’s hair tightly as my body trembled.

He didn’t care at all, fully absorbed in wetting my s*x.

His tongue pushed deep, as if trying to enter.

Several times, he pressed inward as though he might actually slip inside, probing insistently at my entrance before lifting one hand to spread me open wide.

The sensation of cool air hitting my soaked s*x was vivid.

My head spun.

“Mm….”

A pleading moan slipped out of me.

I hadn’t meant to make that sound, but Jeong Iheon’s movements were too gentle.

He teased my entrance, pushed inside, and then shifted to my clit.

He found the tiny clit and scraped at its base with the tip of his tongue.

He searched carefully for the spot packed with sensitive nerves, circling until he sharply noticed the exact moment my grip on his hair tightened.

“J-just… stop looking….”

Only after he sucked on my clit hard enough to drain all strength from my waist did Jeong Iheon finally pull his lips away.

My thighs were shaking.

With that clean, infuriatingly handsome face, Jeong Iheon smiled and lowered the leg resting on his shoulder as he straightened up.

My body wobbled as I struggled to support myself on one leg, but he wrapped an arm around me, steadying me easily.

My slender body was pulled back into place by the solid arm of a man.

The man supporting my waist stared down at my face for a long moment.

He seemed to etch my ragged breathing, my lips flushed red and panting, into his clear blue eyes.

The hand not holding my waist brushed lightly beneath my chest.

Just the tips of his fingers hovered there, wandering uncertainly under my breasts.

For someone who had just buried his face between my legs and sucked without restraint, his touch was absurdly careful.

Even though he clearly knew my chest didn’t need to be touched for this act, Jeong Iheon lingered beneath my left breast, where my heart was, for a long time.

Annoyance surged at that ticklish hesitation.

I grabbed the back of his hand and shoved it firmly onto my breast.

“If you want to touch it, then touch it.”

“What’s with all the hesitation?”

“…Doya.”

“You can’t just touch places like this just because you want to.”

Jeong Iheon spoke as if trying to be rational, his hand resting on my breast.

Contrary to my expectation that he’d start groping freely now that I’d given permission, he simply laid his palm there, unmoving.

…It felt like he just wanted to feel my heartbeat.

‘He’s seriously a strange man.’

While he felt the trembling beneath his palm, caused by pleasure, Jeong Iheon bent down and buried his head into my shoulder.

It was similar to how he’d pressed his head against my stomach earlier.

Feeling the ticklish sensation of his soft hair brushing my neck, I finally gave up and roughly patted his head.

I didn’t want to see him cry, but at the same time, I couldn’t bring myself to treat him gently either.

I wanted to hit him and comfort him at the same time.

He was strange, and somehow, so was I.

Perhaps sensing my almost aggressive attempt at comfort, the man buried against my neck let out a small laugh.

Leaving tiny kisses along my neck, he lifted his face, now wearing that same shameless, spotless expression I’d seen when we first met.

He slid the hand around my waist down to support my thigh.

At his movement, my body lifted off the ground.

It was strange how easily I was hoisted up with a single motion.

I was lighter than a man, sure, but this still felt excessive.

It seemed like everyone with abilities was strong except me.

Jeong Iheon met my gaze while supporting my thigh and spoke when he saw my blank expression.

“You’re not even nervous?”

Nervous about what.

Getting tense over something that was nothing more than genital union—

I was thinking absently as I glanced down, and then I saw Jeong Iheon’s erect s*x.

My body froze.

“Wh-why is it so big?”

I was nervous.

Just like with Hyeon Jaeyul, this man was not within any normal size range either.

How he carried something that monstrous around every day was beyond me.

When I made a strangled noise and hooked an arm around his neck, Jeong Iheon looked deeply satisfied.

It seemed he was finally pleased to see me react.

“W-wait. Just—”

I tried to lift myself higher, but Jeong Iheon pressed me firmly between his body and the wall, leaving me unable to move.

I was forced into a situation where I had no choice but to take that massive thing inside me.

So that was why he’d kept talking about tearing.

If he’d ignored me and tried to push in earlier, I wouldn’t have felt pleasure at all, only pain.

I held my breath as Jeong Iheon pressed his large body against mine.

Compared to me, his body was overwhelming in strength and size.

Just his presence made me feel suffocated.

He pressed the head of his cock firmly against my entrance, clearly intending to push inside.

“Jeong Iheon, wait.”

“You were the one who said to just put it in earlier.”

“Why now?”

“That was before I saw that thing!”

“That thing?”

Jeong Iheon chuckled as I felt his cock slide around my wet entrance.

My slick opening soaked the hard shaft thoroughly.

My heart pounded wildly, as if he might thrust in at any second.

I doubted I’d ever feel this kind of tension even facing a monster.

Tightly wound, I clung to Jeong Iheon, gripping the arm around his neck and pressing myself into his chest.

When I rested my forehead against his shoulder and hugged him tightly, he paused his teasing thrusts and asked,

“You don’t want to?”

“We have to, to get out.”

“If I say I don’t want to, will you answer my question from earlier?”

“No.”

“Then you’ll die.”

Jeong Iheon said it in a way that sounded almost like a threat.

And yet, his phrasing was strange.

It sounded less like he’d have to kill me if I learned the secret, and more like I’d just drop dead on my own.

What kind of secret could possibly justify that?

The curiosity was impossible to suppress.

If Jeong Iheon wouldn’t tell me, then I’d find out myself somehow.

Feeling the pressure against my entrance, I thought this might not be the moment for that.

Holding me tightly against him, Jeong Iheon said,

“Should I go in slowly?”

“Do whatever you want….”

“I want to know what you want.”

With the head pressing insistently, I answered while biting my lip.

Slow or fast, the first pain would be the same either way.

Breathing hotly against his neck, I said,

“All at once….”

“Okay.”

The moment I finished speaking, Jeong Iheon tightened his grip around my waist as if he’d been waiting.

He lowered my body and thrust his hips upward, driving his cock all the way in at once, just as I’d said.

“Hng—!”

I squeezed my eyes shut.

My walls, suddenly forced open, clamped down tightly around him with a sticky resistance.

I couldn’t tell whether my body was trying to push him out or pull him in, spasming over and over.

As expected, the first sensation was almost pure pain.

Rather than pleasure, the unfamiliar fullness of being forced open overwhelmed me.

Jeong Iheon, fully inside, slowly pulled back, then split me open again as he thrust back in.

With slick fluids coating us, obscene sounds filled the room.

Wet, squelching noises and our heated breaths tangled together, filling the space.

My walls continued to tremble and spasm around his cock.

I’d already started to feel a little too much the moment he entered.

His thick shaft forced its way through the tight folds inside me, stretching them open completely.

The wide head scraped along my inner walls as he repeated the motion, in and out.

Held tightly against his body, I had no way to stop him from reaching deeper than usual.

“Hhk… ah….”

A sound like a sob slipped from between my lips.

My vision flashed white, tears welling in my eyes.

Every time he drove his hips upward, his cock slammed hard against my cervix.

Even when I wanted to pull away, my body, suspended in his grip, had nowhere to escape.

I was shaken up and down by his movements.

When I clung tightly to him, afraid I might fall, my walls tightened around his cock in response.

They molded themselves to his shape, gripping him along the length.

Despite how tightly I squeezed him, he only thrust harder, splashing fluids noisily.

My slickness ran down beneath my hips.

I could feel the head of his cock repeatedly striking my cervix.

The arm around my waist kept pulling me downward, driving him even deeper inside.

The breasts he’d barely been able to touch were now crushed against his solid body with every thrust.

Between the scraping of my stiff nipples and the cock slamming up into me from below, I was being pushed relentlessly toward climax.