Bound and Broken Pride

The caress that began with excessive caution stretched on, long and persistent.

Each time his neatly trimmed nails lightly brushed over my chst, it became harder to suppress the way my hps jolted upward.

He had not even touched between my thighs yet, and heat was steadily gathering low in my abdomen.

‘Ah…!’

The strength with which he kissed and handled my ch*st had been so faint it bordered on ticklish, yet without warning he twisted my n*pple hard, nothing like the gentle force he had shown before.

It was that same overwhelming sensation from earlier, the one that left my mind blank with nothing but pleasure.

The sudden intensity made me reach a weak clmax from nothing more than having my chst touched.

As my body trembled, I felt the lips that had been latched onto me slowly shift away.

Ju Noeul had sensed my reaction and was curling the corners of his mouth into a smile.

‘…Why does that irritate me?’

The brief cl*max had certainly felt good, but realizing he was smiling stirred a petty competitiveness deep inside my chest.

My condition was not exactly perfect, but I could not stand the idea of meekly receiving his touches and being the only one losing control like this.

At least not in a relationship with Ju Noeul.

I did not bother hiding my flustered pride as I released the blanket I had been clutching.

Then I placed my hand on his exposed shoulder.

‘…!’

The moment my palm touched his shoulder, the lips that had been biting and smiling against my ch*st fell away.

He had been freely kissing and teasing me, yet it seemed he had not imagined that I would touch him in return.

Whether he was surprised or not did not matter.

I was still burning with competitiveness.

When I lightly rubbed his warm shoulder with my fingers, Ju Noeul buried his face between my breasts and exhaled a short, heated breath.

To react like this from merely having his shoulder touched.

Feeling pleased at having gained the upper hand, I patted the head resting against me and slid my hand down from his shoulder to his arm.

I poked at the firm arm that I could never fully encircle with my own hand, and each poke made his body tense beneath my fingers.

It seemed I would need to raise myself a little more to properly touch him, but he had no intention of moving from where he lay sprawled over my chest.

His arousal, long since hardened, was clearly pressing against my leg.

If I touched it just a little, he would surely lose control like I had.

As I began to twist my body, my two hands were suddenly bound together and lifted above my head by a large hand.

‘Please stay still.’

Ju Noeul, gripping both my wrists in one hand, stared down at me with uneven breathing.

As he half-raised his body, the large outline beneath his tightly drawn clothing came into view.

‘If I just touch it a little, I feel like I could win….’

At the very least, I needed to see Ju Noeul lose control first to gain the upper hand in this relationship.

But escaping from under his hand was impossible for me.

Even now, with him holding me so lightly in one hand, I could not break free.

‘Ah, my legs.’

My thoughts reached my legs, which were perfectly capable of moving, and I curved my lips upward while locking eyes with him.

Ju Noeul’s expression at my smile looked blank, almost dazed.

In the moment he let his guard down, I lifted my thigh.

As I pressed and slid my leg up along the prominent bulge, Ju Noeul parted his lips as if he might cry out.

He bit down hard, barely suppressing a groan.

The hand gripping my wrists tightened briefly, then loosened.

It was a relief he had that much restraint.

If he failed to control his strength and gripped my wrists too hard, they would snap.

His cream-colored hair fell forward and trembled faintly along with his body.

The sight of his short hair shaking felt strangely indecent.

I did not miss the sight of his tightly bitten lips, his hardened jaw, or the trembling movement of his throat as I pressed my thigh more firmly.

Through the friction of his damp trousers, I felt the hard shape compressed between my thigh and his leg.

Even as I pressed hard enough to wonder if it was too much, Ju Noeul showed no sign of pain, only stared into my eyes.

The impatient hunger in his gaze made me realize something had gone wrong.

Gaining the upper hand was good, but it felt as though I had poured oil onto the slow-burning flame of his desire.

When I tried to withdraw my leg slightly, his hand slid beneath my thigh.

His large hand gripped me firmly.

The soft flesh under his grasp compressed as he began rubbing himself against me without even removing his clothes.

At the rough friction of fabric, I swallowed and clenched my bound hands above my head.

His h*ps began moving slowly up and down.

I tried twisting away, but with my wrists and thigh held, I had nowhere to escape.

‘Just take off your clothes and do it properly!’

I had never experienced something this embarrassing while still clothed.

As the sound of fabric rubbing continued, my face burned red.

The leg he held would not budge.

Embarrassment at this unfamiliar situation mixed with the strange pleasure from the friction between my thighs.

Ju Noeul moved against me as though truly inside me, yet continued to look down at me.

He watched as if determined not to forget the trembling of my eyelids, the flush spreading at the corners of my eyes, the way my lips quivered without daring to voice a sound.

His movements grew more intense.

The faster he moved, the more my bound hands trembled.

It was fortunate my clothes were already wet.

I could blame the dampness between my legs on that.

Eventually, I squeezed my eyes shut and shuddered as pleasure arched my h*ps upward.

When I cl*maxed again, Ju Noeul’s movement stopped abruptly.

Opening my eyes slightly, I saw his gaze fixed on me, gleaming like a predator poised before its prey.

Only belatedly did I notice that the hands gripping my thigh and wrists had released.

It was not until I heard the sound of his belt unfastening and felt his impatient hands stripping off my trousers that I realized I was free.

As he peeled away the fabric clinging to my skin, I gathered my senses and instinctively raised my body, reluctant to expose myself first while still soaked.

‘Wait, you first.’

But I could not produce any sound, and Ju Noeul, his eyes darkened, did not catch my gaze.

I pushed at his shoulder as he tugged off my underw*ar, but my weakened hands could not stop him.

Str*pped bare in an instant, I curled in on myself.

Seeing that he had not yet removed his trousers, I reached for them—

Only for him to flip my crouched body over, pressing my face into the bed.

‘Huh?’

I had clearly reached for his trousers.

Why was I the one buried against the bed?

I felt his weight mount over me.

I tried to turn back, but his hand pressed firmly against my lower back, keeping me immobile.

My mind filled with confusion.

‘Why did this turn out like this again?’

Now even my legs could not move.

Only Ju Noeul could act as he pleased.

It seemed I had provoked him too much.

‘I didn’t mean for it to go this way!’

While I was still flustered, Ju Noeul did not fully remove his trousers, instead freeing only himself from them.

His fingers touched the wet heat between my thighs.

As if confirming my readiness, he slid two thick fingers inside.

The entrance that had loosened clenched tightly around the sudden intrusion of two solid fingers at once.

At the abrupt invasion, I pressed my forehead into the mattress and swallowed my m*an.

His fingers pressed and moved inside me, widening me with hurried movements.

It was an impatient touch.

Yet my sensitized body responded faithfully, drawing pleasure even from that urgency.

Another finger joined, and the rough rubbing against my inner walls intensified.

The forceful rhythm made my head buzz.

All I could see was the white bedsheet beneath me.

I squirmed, pressing my forehead down.

‘Nng…!’

Under the insistent movements of his fingers, my body trembled once more.

The tightly drawn muscles softened further.

Only after confirming my cl*max did Ju Noeul slightly ease the pressure of the hand pinning my back.

His fingers, which had refused to withdraw from my twitching walls, finally pulled free once the trembling subsided.

I lay there blankly, forehead pressed into the sheet, thoughts scattered.

Winning or losing, gaining the upper hand—those notions had been blown away by the intensity.

As I breathed through the fading aftershocks, I forgot that Ju Noeul had not yet entered me.

A hand lifted my waist from the bed, pulling me until I was half-raised on my knees, posed helplessly against the mattress.

‘…?’

The moment I braced myself on the bed with my arms, a hand reached from behind and clamped over my mouth.

As my mouth was covered, something much larger than his fingers pressed against my entrance.

Ju Noeul, one hand sealing my mouth, wrapped an arm around my waist to hold me in place.

Then, in a single motion, he pushed himself inside.

My stretched entrance barely received him.

He reached deep immediately, leaving me incapable of even crying out.

Even without his hand over my mouth, I would not have been able to make a sound.

The overwhelming pressure spread through me all at once, forcing my body to tense around him instinctively.