Morning After the Storm

“Ah—… ha, ah….”

As I was held and moved, my chin kept bumping against his shoulder.

Each impact forced a sound out of me.

No matter how much I tried to hold it in, it was impossible.

Every time my hips lifted sharply, I could feel my body pressing deep into the mattress.

When I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them again, tears had already streamed down from my temples.

Each blink carried the moisture down past my ears.

The sudden sensation inside me made my legs instinctively draw together.

“Ah—”

The constant movement on the sheets made me dizzy.

As I struggled to hook my ankle behind his knee, his face lowered toward me.

His eyes, slightly bloodshot, came into view.

After briefly slowing down, he began moving again in a steady rhythm.

The sound of the sheets rustling blended with the slow movement.

A sticky sound followed as our bodies pressed together and separated again.

“Has anyone ever done this to you before, Seogyeong?”

“No… ah—”

As he lightly brushed the tip of my nose, a sharp sensation followed.

“No… ah…”

“Really?”

“Yes…”

“I can tell.”

At that, I didn’t know what to say.

The next moment, he pressed forward again with weight and force.

When I glanced down, I could see the movement clearly.

Gripping his arm as I gasped, one of his arms slid behind my waist to support me.

“Straighten your back and hold on.”

I nodded faintly, and the pressure deepened again.

The sensation spread from the sharpness at the entrance into a dull ache deep inside.

Every time my body tensed, the movement became more pronounced.

The unfamiliar feeling made my voice slip out again and again.

“Ah… ah…!”

My upper body was pushed down as the force increased.

Then I felt something build inside me.

Only after everything settled did my body relax slightly.

I couldn’t bring myself to meet his lips, so I simply brushed mine lightly against his chin.

When our gazes crossed, he opened his mouth slightly and bit down on my cheek.

The light pressure made my body go slack.

He lifted my arm once and let it fall, letting out a quiet laugh.

“Already tired?”

“A little.”

“Good. We’ll go all night.”

I couldn’t tell if he meant it literally or not.

The movement continued, steady and relentless.

The sounds grew wetter, sharper.

“You’re still tight even like this.”

“Is that… bad?”

“It’s better than the opposite.”

My body was pulled upright again, forced to take him in once more.

When I sensed the moment approaching, my muscles tightened, and I grabbed his shoulder.

“Ah—… wait…”

“What?”

“If it’s inside… ah—… maybe not…”

“It’s fine.”

His grip tightened, holding me in place as the sensation spread again.

A strange feeling ran down my spine, making me arch back.

It was something I had never experienced before.

As I struggled to catch my breath, my position changed again.

One leg stretched across the bed while the other was lifted.

His hand moved, guiding, controlling.

The position left me completely exposed, and once again, the pressure returned.

My shoulders tensed and relaxed with each wave.

As he moved again, he turned my head slightly.

“Seogyeong.”

“…Yes…”

“By morning, you’ll probably be completely worn out.”

It took me a moment to process what he meant.

Even when my body tensed and slowed the movement, he only smiled.

Then he closed his eyes briefly and pressed down against me again.

The sensation grew sharper, more intense.

No matter how much I tried to hold it in, it slipped through.

The last thing I remembered was the faint blue light near the window as everything blurred.

The sheets beneath me were damp.

What woke me the next morning was a dull, persistent ache.

No matter how I turned, the pain lingered.

I finally lay face down, pressing my head into the pillow to rest.

Then suddenly, the absence of sensation made me snap awake.

I sat up abruptly, only to feel a sharp pain.

I forced myself to endure it.

The unfamiliar room felt empty.

The curtains were mostly drawn, and a calm male voice could be heard outside.

It was someone I had seen briefly before—the driver who also acted as an aide.

“…The chairman was dissatisfied with breakfast. You’ll need to attend lunch…”

Still dazed, I carefully lowered one foot to the floor.

Even that small movement sent a sharp pain through me.

As I straightened, I felt something unfamiliar and froze.

Memories from the night before surfaced, making me press my hands against my head.

The situation I had stepped into so impulsively now felt overwhelming.

As I sat there, trying to gather myself, the door opened.

I quickly pulled the blanket up to my chest.

It was him.

I didn’t know whether to feel relieved or uncomfortable.

Both, perhaps.

Seeing him fully dressed, composed, made the embarrassment settle in.

He stood in front of me, looking down.

I couldn’t even ask where my clothes were.

So I just tightened the blanket around myself.

“You’re already awake.”

“…I’ll be leaving now.”

My voice came out hoarse.

He sat down beside me, meeting my gaze.

The faint scent of cologne reached me.

He handed me a spray bottle.

“It’s a pheromone neutralizer.”

“I know.”

“If you leave like this, anyone sensitive will notice.”

“…I see.”

“Use it.”

“…Then I’ll…”

“Stay a moment.”

His voice softened slightly.

“I know last night was rough.”

“….”

“It was because of medication.”

I said nothing.

“I was fine.”

“….”

“Do you want to continue?”

The question sounded simple, but something about it felt strange.

While I was showering later, I heard the front door in the distance.

Had he left already.

I sprayed the neutralizer over my body, from head to toe.

Then I stepped out into the empty room.

Only then did my shoulders finally relax.

On the table were my neatly folded clothes and several shopping bags.

New clothes.

Even underwear.

I sat down slowly, leaning back.

I had no intention of staying.

Even though I had been told to rest.

My body moved slowly, still sore.

The lingering sensation remained.

The room smelled faintly of sunlight.

I took a deep breath.

I couldn’t even tell what a pheromone was supposed to feel like.

“…I’ll contact you once a week. Outside of that, I won’t interfere. Since this is overtime work, compensation will be provided.”

There was a paper bag on the table.

Inside were ointments and painkillers.

Even that had been prepared.

I stared at it for a moment, then looked away.

Instead, my gaze drifted to the trash bin.

Inside was a discarded box.

I picked it up briefly.

It seemed to be some kind of medication.

I understood immediately.

It wasn’t meant for me.

I dropped the bag back in and closed the lid.

The movement sent another dull ache through me.

There was nothing left to do.

Staring at the plain white wall, a thought suddenly came to mind.

I hope I start to hate him soon.