Side Story 10

Side Story 10

“Uh… Chae-woo… Really here?”

“Yes, we were good at something, right? Something I was good at.”

“What was that…”

“Clinging. Like a dog.”

A bright red tongue appeared. He licked her n*pple, then rubbed it with his tongue. Lee-yeon pushed the mattress sheet away with her foot and wiggled her hips. Her breath hitched, and her thighs clenched involuntarily.

“Haah, ah…!”

Finally, his tongue quickly swept over the peak of her n*pple. He repeatedly pinched her other breast.

Ugh, Lee-yeon parted her lips like someone drowning. Then, their lips met quickly, and his tongue thrust in.

There was nothing but impulse and instinct. He sucked her mouth, and saliva flowed.

Kwon Chae-woo seemed intent on filling her mouth, devouring her like a first kiss. His lips soon moved down her neck, then settled back on her chest.

“Whew.”

He looked like a boy experiencing his first experience. He bit and sucked relentlessly, unable to finish any part of her. It was clumsy, frantic, yet passionate caress.

“When… you said you hated me…” Lee-yeon said with grievance.

“My words, like the language of flowers, try to interpret and memorize them one by one. They mean I love you, don’t they?”

“Isn’t that funny…”

At that moment, Kwon Chae-woo pulled down his drawers. The object that popped out was powerful. Lee-yeon’s words were cut short by the masculine smell.

The tip of his already fully erect glans was glistening with a cloudy fluid.

‘When, when did he c*m?’

In an instant, he grabbed her calves down. Her panties had been pulled off in an instant and were dangling from one ankle. He stroked my erection once, then began to stroke Lee-yeon’s flesh with the fluid on his finger.

“Ugh…!”

My body jerked. Since giving birth, I hadn’t revealed my most intimate parts like this, and embarrassment welled up in me.

He was my husband, and even though Kwon Chae-woo was my husband… it felt like it was my first time having s*x.

It seemed the same for Kwon Chae-woo, as any remaining composure on his face was completely gone. The act of thrusting his finger in was just as evident.

Lee-yeon frowned at the sensation of the foreign object squeezing her flesh. But when the hand that had been exploring her entrance began to scrape against her inner walls, her back arched.

“Ugh…!”

Her jaw lifted, and a forgotten moan escaped her lips. Each time his finger stretched, her legs spread apart. She clutched the sheets and bit her lips, but the sticky, clinging walls wouldn’t let go. Every time he rubbed or pressed deep, his mouth watered.

“Ugh, uh…!”

Lee-yeon felt like he was about to come. Before he knew it, his long fingers were fully inserted, and with a thud, thud, the palm of his hand and his flesh clashed. The sound of friction resonated loudly.

“Ah, ahh…! Ahh…!”

Lee-yeon twisted his waist and swayed unconsciously. When his fingers were wet, he withdrew them without hesitation and thrust his member into him.

“Huh…!”

“Ah, fuck…!”

With a thud, it slammed in. He frowned. Even though he had already gone in all at once, Kwon Chae-woo pressed forward, groaning as if he were about to take his balls in.

Their sweaty legs tangled like roots, and Lee-yeon felt him press in close, filling her until she went taut around him. All that stray loneliness and cold she couldn’t ever explain finally melted out of her.

It felt like she’d found Kwon Chae-woo again, not Nam-woo’s father, not her husband, just him. The man she used to crash into headfirst. The one she fought with, hurt, and still couldn’t stop wanting. In the end, they only ever had each other, and that was exactly why she hated him sometimes, and loved him even more.

He dipped his head and kissed her.

“We can’t do this at home. We have a baby.”

“But this is kidnapping…”

“No, it’s a date. A housewarming party and a date.”

“No, kidnapping…”

“No, it’s Kwon Chae-woo’s release. Letting go of his frustrations.”

“Ugh… But I feel weird… My stomach is so tight…”

As Lee-yeon instinctively tried to pull her hips back, Kwon Chae-woo slammed in again. He gripped her waist so hard it would leave fingerprints along her side. The pleasure flashed white behind her eyes.

He drove back in, again, picking up speed little by little.

“Haah, ah, ah…!”

“I told you. A bastard has to go into heat like this to be a real mutt.”

“Hngh, hhn!”

“Thank you, Lee-yeon. For taking even a guy like me.”

“Ah…!”

“For letting me show my temper again, for once.”

‘I really do love you.’

Every time he grabbed her hips and punched deep inside, her whole body rocked. The friction he made lit her back up, hot enough to sting.

Thud, thud, skin striking skin, the impact ringing in her head.

Even her focus came loose, and Kwon Chae-woo’s face blurred into two, then three, then shimmered until tears pooled.

“Hhh… Our kid. I left him with your mom. For three days.”

He latched onto her nape and sucked, then shoved in again, messy and relentless. The curses mixed into his low groans went straight into her ears, unfiltered.

That lawless, shameless face that made her want to put a restraining order on him for Nam-woo. There was no mistaking it. It was her Kwon Chae-woo.

Of course. The environment changed, not what he was made of. A strange relief swelled up inside her.

Kwon Chae-woo was still Kwon Chae-woo, and they were still them. They were still lovers.

“Hnng…”

Even if she couldn’t walk, even if her body changed, even if they got older. He would always scoop her up like she weighed nothing, settle a straw hat on her head, and take her out for a walk. He would always be the one who nudged her right back into the heart of the forest.

He turned on music for her, built a home for her, and waited until her stiff legs finally loosened.

“Haah, ah, ah!”

Wetness spilled from where they joined and slicked down her groin. Neither of them led. They simply found each other’s lips and bit down. His lower body drove rough and relentless, but his kiss stayed soft.

She felt every ridge of his tongue as it rubbed against hers. Her lower belly tightened, and her breath hitched.

“Hngh…!”

Right then, his swollen length punched hard into her inner wall. He thrust like an animal, slamming in and ripping out, deep and hard. Even with their bodies perfectly fitted together, Lee-yeon clung tighter, like it still was not enough.

The nonstop slap of skin made her pant, breath tearing in and out of her. She did not want this moment to end.

Then someone let out a chuckle.

***

How many used condoms were there?

Lee-yeon gave up counting after ten. Had two days passed? Three? Darkness had settled thick outside the windows, the blinds pulled all the way down.

The new house did not even have a clock, so she could not guess the time. Every time she drifted off and woke again, her body was moving, rocking without mercy.

Whenever she came back to herself, he fed her fruit juice like he had been waiting for it, and pressed peanuts and nuts to her lips.

And still, what shocked her most was that he was still holding her, still inside her.

“Ah… again, you obsessive… hnng!”

They had run out of clean sheets to swap in.

“I… I want to see Nam-woo now, Chae-woo…”

“Mmm. Hah.”

“Our son. Your son too, I mean…”

“Yeah. My kid’s fine.” He confidently replied, “While you were asleep, I called.” His sweat-soaked body carried a strange, good scent.

Lee-yeon whined that she wanted to talk to Nam-woo too, even as she yanked him harder.

Even when her body started to give out, the pleasure kept coming, steady and relentless, and she always broke first.

“Haah, haah…”

The moment she dragged in a breath, his middle finger slid into her mouth. He pressed against her tongue, stroking it, coating it in saliva, then pulled it back and brought it to his own lips, sucking it clean.

“Hng… you know, Chae-woo.”

“Yes, Lee-yeon.”

“Later, when it’s time to give Nam woo s*x ed, you keep your hands out of it.”

“….”

“I mean it. Promise.”

Lee-yeon said it with a red face.

Kwon Chae-woo stopped moving. He leaned in until their noses brushed, smiling like he was amused.

“A promise. Then you make me one too.”

He sucked lightly at her earlobe, then nipped at her lower lip like he was coaxing her. What is it? She breathed out, a heated little moan tangled in the question. Kwon Chae-woo’s eyes curved into crescents, and he tempted her again, like a test.

“Want to guess my flower language? For the record, there are a hundred. If you get them all right…”

He whispered right into her ear.

“I’ll keep my promise, and I’ll send you home.”

‘Here we go again. This shameless answer he already decided on.’

He only wanted to hear what he wanted to hear. Lee-yeon shot him an affectionate look anyway, and still, a laugh slipped out.

“Okay. For now, one thing I know about Kwon Chae-woo’s flower language is…”

She figured she should start with “So Lee-yeon.”

[End]