A Perfectly Normal Romance Chapter 3.5 - I Really Hate You

“Jio, does it feel too much?”

“Huu, eut…”

“It’s so tight.”

Hyun, who had been smiling contentedly along with those words, closed his eyes gently and pressed down hard on his hips. A moan that sounded like “Ah” couldn’t fully form and seemed to crumble into the air. Even though it felt like nothing more could fit, his penis kept pushing in, searing my lower abdomen. I shook my head, trying to resist.

“No, no. Stop, huu…heuk.”

“You liked it here.”

“Eu, too…deep inside, ah…!”

As I twisted my waist, what felt like a wedge driven inside me wriggled as if it would carve a new path. When he pushed my lower body and thrust his hips hard, what had slipped slightly was driven in anew. A slight wave of nausea rose. Every time I tried to distract myself by gripping his penis and stroking his buttocks, he advanced, and now it was completely embedded.

“Ah. Stop. Heu…”

“It’s all the way in.”

“Ah, it hurts. Hyun. I…”

With those words, both his arms planted themselves on either side of my upper body like pillars, adding even more weight. My legs were spread further apart. Ah. As he pushed down with his full weight, his penis completely opened me up.

“Ah, ah. Ha… not there. Euk, no… Ah!”

“It’s okay. It’s hard.”

Along with those words, he started thrusting with his fully erect penis, and I started moving along with the rhythm of his thrusts. The pleasure, so intense it made my toes stiff, caused me to rub the back of my head and twist my waist. Ah. Every time I wriggled my hips to somehow take him, he pushed deeper inside, spreading me open. Hyun, who had been moving while hitting my hips, lowered the leg he had on my shoulder, grabbed the backs of my knees, spread them, and kissed me.

“Ahng, ah. Huu, ah!”

“Let’s cum once and then do it again.”

The excessive fullness moving in and out, igniting pleasure, made me unsure of what to answer. “Eung, eung,” I moaned, shaking as he thrust. I groped for his arms, finding and holding his hard, firm shoulders. I hugged him tightly as he pulled me closer, moving my hips.

Something felt wrong. Tears flowed meaninglessly from my eyes and dispersed several times. It was a moment of deep pleasure that repeatedly stabbed me from the inside. My whole body cringed, and I spasmodically tightened around his thick penis. Soon, a throbbing sensation spread as if it were expanding my insides.

“Eut, heut…heung…”

Along with the feeling of his semen gushing inside me, my inner walls tightened. While the bumpy texture of his overly sensitive penis ravaged and soaked my insides, our lips met. His mouth, swirling and licking my trembling tongue, was also chaotic, overwhelmed by the excessive pleasure.

We were lost in afterglow for a while. Hyun lifted my limp body and propped me up against his back so that I was sitting facing him. I straddled his spread legs, and I could feel his penis peeking out, leaking fluids that moistened the entrance every time. I shuddered at the feeling of it pushing deeper inside.

“Why isn’t it soft after you came?”

“It was soft, and then it got hard again.”

“When…eut.”

“Just now.”

My sensitized body bounced up and down with each thrust of his hips. Thanks to the slick semen, it wasn’t as tight as before, allowing him to thrust smoothly and reach even deeper. As I moved my idle hands and gently touched my lower abdomen, his gaze darkened.

“That’s the spot.”

“Did you…get bigger?”

In my memory, it definitely felt like a more manageable size. Despite my grumpy tone, the corners of his eyes still curved upwards slightly.

“Can you see it moving inside you?”

“Ah…”

The tears that had been welling up spilled over, but Hyun, fully aware of their meaning, simply stuck out his tongue and licked them away. He pulled me close, chest to chest, and thrust a few more times. This time, his movements were more leisurely than the forceful thrusts from before.

He spread my knees to support some of my weight and I could feel his fingertips delicately tracing the firm muscles of my inner thighs. Finally, he grabbed my buttocks, stroking my soaked perineum and the base of my pale, wet penis.

“Try moving your hips slowly this time.”

“Haa, ha.”

I vaguely knew from past experience that it was better not to take the lead in this situation. With a glare, I bit my lip and moved my hips back and forth. The heat in his eyes, scrutinizing every detail, kept making me look away. Seeming to notice my lowered gaze, Hyun grabbed both my hands and pulled my upper body against him, pecking kisses all over my face.

“Why can’t you look me in the eye?”

“Eung, ha, ah!”

His long penis moved shallowly inside me with each movement of my hips. It was hitting just the right spot. I moved my hips, grinding slowly so the simmering heat could steadily build. Swallowing my moans as I moved, his penis, which had slipped out to the entrance, slammed back in, then soothed me with gentle strokes.

It was an agonizing moment, the tingling pleasure twisting my insides. With his renewed, vigorous movements, the wet sofa creaked and squelched beneath us.

“Ah…haa, ah! Aaah!”

“Huu. Ha.”

Every time his thick penis moved in and out, my arms flailed as if they were slipping. He repositioned them around his neck, but my fingertips kept losing strength. My body, out of control, trembled from my inner thighs down. The slick insides gripped his moving penis, and I could feel the tightening with each gasp he made near my ear. When I could no longer bear the intense pleasure, semen flowed from his penis, soaking my lower abdomen.

“Ah! Haa! Ha…ah!”

Buried deep inside my clenched walls, his penis released a surge of fluid. The heat warming my insides made even my eyelids feel hot. I gasped, clutching his shoulders tightly as he convulsed. Feeling his lips against my temple, I tried to pull my hips away.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

“Already?”

“It’s been a while, I feel like I’m going to die…”

“Okay.”

Hyun, who had been kissing and nibbling my swollen lips, gave a carefree chuckle and patted my still-trembling back. He sucked on my still-erect clit and, with our bodies intertwined, moved his hand to make me cum once more. Unlike Lee Hyun, who was still spurting even after soaking my lower abdomen, my abused member only released a gush of clear, transparent fluid.

Even after that, in response to my whining about the lack of aftercare, he pushed his semi-hard penis back inside me and held me close for a long time. As I buried my face in his shoulder, he cupped my buttocks with one hand and wrapped his other arm tightly around my waist. Surprised by the increasing height as he didn’t pull out, I wrapped my legs around him.

“Ah, what are you doing?”

“We need to wash up.”

Contrary to his words, every step he took, his penis, now gaining strength, throbbed inside me. I tried to contract my inner walls by hunching my back, but my soaked insides only made squelching sounds as they yielded. Asshole.

He said that since we were going to wash up anyway, we might as well do it one more time in the bathroom. I poured out everything I had left and barely managed to stand on my own two feet afterwards. After wrapping myself in a bathrobe, I was dragged to the bed and laid down. Only after turning away and kicking at his hand, which was trying to touch me again, could I relax. Instead, we lay facing each other, and as our heartbeats synchronized, a loud growl came from my empty stomach. I tried to ignore it, but he started caressing my lower abdomen.

“Let’s have dinner.”

“I don’t feel like it.”

“Eat this before I feed you something else.”

I opened one eye and glared at him. Hyun sat up, already holding an article of clothing. I could see the muscles in his back relaxing and tensing as he moved to put on the shirt. I could also see short scratch marks from when I had grabbed him earlier. Are my nails that sharp? I stared at my fingertips, then at his, before finally asking, unable to hold back any longer.

“Can I ask you about something?”

“What?”

As he pulled up his shirt, the shoulder line I had been staring at finally disappeared beneath the fabric. I pretended to be tired, avoiding his gaze as I asked,

“What you said when we broke up.”

“Just forget about that.”

“You said that meeting me was the worst decision you ever made. Why did you say something like that? You weren’t the type to say such things. If I did something wrong, shouldn’t I try to fix it?”

Whether it was the reason I had imagined earlier, or some other reason. The reason that made me feel like I was insignificant for so long. Hyun, who had been silent for a moment, came closer. Two firm thighs appeared right in front of my eyes. As he sat on the bed, he was so close that I could see the texture of the fabric against his thighs. I kept my eyes fixed on them.

My heart pounded relentlessly. I wanted to hear it, but I didn’t. Crushed by that feeling, hoping not to hear it, I buried my face slightly. I felt his hand fiddling with my ear.

“It wasn’t like that.”

“Not like that? Don’t you remember how spitefully you said it?”

“No.”

His fingers continued to trace my hairline and neck for a long time.

“Because I thought this would happen.”

“…”

“I thought I’d act pathetically like this because I couldn’t forget you.”

“You’re joking.”

“See? You didn’t forget.”

Hyun, who said, “I knew this would happen,” knelt beside me, lowering his body. His chin was so close that it almost touched the edge of the bed.

“I was wrong.”

He didn’t apologize profusely or shed tears of regret while saying that. Rather, it was a strange expression that was difficult to read. Maybe because I didn’t even have the energy to lift a finger, I wasn’t particularly angry anymore. I was so furious when he confessed and asked to see me again, but now I don’t feel particularly resentful about it. Strange. I propped my chin on my hand and examined that feeling. Why did it feel like I could understand that emotion in this moment?

I couldn’t always be longing for him. Some days, it felt like it was all my fault, and other days, I was filled with rage. Some days, you’d sneer at me with a burning cigarette between your lips, and other days, you’d come to pick me up. You got angry, and you got jealous. On top of that pile of accumulating emotions, at the very peak of that fierce battle, the final piece to claim the top spot was affection. You, as you are, neither perfect nor flawed, and me, still harboring affection for you. That was all. That’s how we faced each other.

“Okay.”

Now I understand. I just…think I get it. I lifted my body, placed my hand on his slumped shoulders, then stood up.

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The dish he confidently declared he could make quickly was pasta. He poured tomato sauce over it and topped it with generous chunks of beef he’d found in the refrigerator, creating a dish that simply couldn’t be anything but delicious.

While I twirled a forkful of pasta and ate, he sat opposite me, seemingly not interested in eating, just observing my reaction. To meet his expectations, I swallowed the mouthful and immediately expressed my sincere admiration.

“Delicious.”

“Eat it all. Why are you so drained?”

“If it weren’t for you, my energy levels would be perfectly fine today.”

“Even so, you seemed pretty low.”

“Huu…”

Annoying. I was stupid to have kept looking at him, thinking he looked thin and needed to eat something. Why didn’t I realize that he wasn’t just thin, but completely sculpted? I wondered why he had a fitness room; now I know it was to become even more devilishly fit than he was when he was younger. Hyun, who finally took a leisurely bite of pasta, drank some water and then asked,

“So, what was it?”

“What was what?”

“What made you decide to take me back?”

“…Just because.”

“All of that, just like that?”

To avoid hearing the next words, I pretended not to hear and twirled a large forkful of pasta, shoving it into my mouth. I ground and chewed it with all my might. If he were closer, I would have stabbed the back of his hand with my fork.

After a few more bites, I looked at the wall beyond him, visible from where I sat. The door to the study, located at the beginning of the hallway, was still open, just as I had left it. He always placed everything at specific angles, so he would know I had been in there just by passing by. Even if I thought I had put things back correctly, there might be some skewed angle that wouldn’t meet his standards.

Hyun turned to follow my gaze. After briefly observing the hallway, he let out a sigh-like sound.

“Ah.”

And his upper body, turning back, was facing the table rather than me. His gaze, fixed on the pasta, didn’t lift easily.

“You saw it, didn’t you?”

“Saw what?”

“You saw it.”

“You said I could go in.”

“Yeah, I don’t care about that.”

“It was well organized. Even the things about me that weren’t there.”

“Why wouldn’t they be there?”

“I didn’t throw them away, I lost a few pictures when I moved.”

“That’s the same as throwing them away.”

Honestly, it was true that some were missing because I had thrown them away.

“Are you that embarrassed that I saw them?”

“I am.”

He seemed genuinely awkward, stretching his lips into a smile and then lowering his reddish eyes again.

“I’m not used to having my feelings exposed.”

“You seemed to manage just fine last time.”

“When?”

“When we drank wine.”

“I poured that down my throat and babbled because I was drunk.”

“Doesn’t drinking like that defeat the purpose?”

“It does.”

It was truly a rare sight to see him act shy and feign nonchalance while smiling sheepishly. I propped my chin on my hand to get a better look. I wanted to capture this moment too. But the camera was back in the room. My hand twitched, wanting to pull out my phone, but I clenched it into a fist and looked again at the open study door.

“Looking at those pictures…”

“Yeah?”

“Did I…distance myself first?”

His movements slowed, this time for a different reason.

Hyun let out a vague sound, like a short exclamation or a sudden realization, and then slowly nodded while looking at me.

“That happened too.”

“It wasn’t like that.”

“I know.”

He said he knew, but his expression didn’t convey understanding.

“I didn’t think it was…like cheating or something.”

“Right.”

“But I did have the vague feeling that your priorities were shifting.”

“That’s not true. I was just a little preoccupied with work back then…”

“I won’t say they completely flipped. But there were times when it felt reversed.”

He winced, then his eyes, lost in thought, focused on me. Hyun seemed to know that expressing his feelings wasn’t easy for him. But as if he had decided to lay it all out, his lips, which had trembled slightly then closed, spoke clearly.

“It still hurt.”

“I’m sorry.”

I thought I might be apologizing for something today, too.

“You should have said something back then.”

“I didn’t think it was my place to tell you what to do or not do.”

I quickly retracted my lips, which had jutted out in a pout, but he definitely saw it. A chuckle escaped him, and then he said,

“I’m going to interfere now.”

“Okay.”

“So eat quickly.”

“You’re going to interfere with this too?”

“So you can lie down again quickly.”

“Why?”

The answer to my question came as Hyun passed by me with my empty plate, stroking my hair and giving an unexpected reply.

“I have to make up for the last ten years.”