A Perfectly Normal Romance Chapter 4.1 - Close

We weren’t starting a new relationship, but rather, it felt like we had been continuing a long, long one. That is to say, your patience, which had been somewhat tender and gentle, acting as if you would embrace everything, finally returned to its original state. It means you’ve returned to the you who is a bit obsessive, sensitive, and expresses your feelings with subtle irritation. The completely genuine you, that is.

On a lazy morning of a returned holiday, after seeing me stepping up to cook something for the first time in a while, you didn’t sit comfortably at the dining table and wait. “Do you even know how to use a knife? You’re still the same, aren’t you?” With that trailing voice, I assumed you’d explain with your skills, so I didn’t bother replying. Zucchini, soybean paste, tofu, peppers, mushrooms… bought yesterday. As I opened the packages one by one and started chopping, the gaze fixed on me from beside me eventually became unsettling.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Nothing.”

You said, but your facial muscles twitched with an expression that clearly wanted to interfere. “Fine. Go away.” I nudged you away with my elbow and was in the process of putting the ingredients one by one into the pot and dissolving the soybean paste when it happened. The moment I picked up the soft tofu, the last ingredient to go in, and was about to cut it, your firmly closed lips finally spoke to me.

“You….”

“What about me?”

“Move. I’ll do it.”

“You’re annoyed, aren’t you?”

“I can’t not be annoyed, can I?”

The way you talk… As if everything you say is right. What shocking character. Your hand, which had been moving as if to snatch the tofu from my hand, moved aimlessly as if lost, then you roughly ran your hand through your hair and poured out your irritation directly at me.

“Why are you cutting tofu on the palm of your hand?”

“So I can put it in right away.”

“Put it down and cut it. And why are you peeling vegetables like that?”

“What about the way I peel?”

“Give me that again.”

You said, pointing with a haughty chin at the zucchini that had escaped to the side of the cutting board. I fumbled to grab it and put the knife to it again, and Hyun’s dark eyebrows twitched.

“Stop. Let’s just stop.”

It was the moment when Hyun, who had resolved not to get angry with me and to respect my opinions just a week ago, revoked his resolution. As if he’d seen enough, Hyun flicked at the black t-shirt I’d borrowed with his finger.

“Anyone who sees you would think you’ve been cleaning the bathroom.”

“Oh, really. I could have gotten it dirty while cooking.”

I was so focused on chopping that I hadn’t realized my shirt was wet. Did it get wet when I washed up earlier? What’s that white stuff? I brushed off the black t-shirt, half of which had darkened, and self-consciously removed the attached potato peel fragments. Right, it’s his, so he can be concerned. It looked expensive, judging by the brand.

“See? All clean now.”

At my proud tone, Hyun brushed again at the hem, where whitish marks still remained, and asked gently,

“Do you want to be brushed off?”

“You jerk. Is that something you say to your girlfriend?”

“Let’s do laundry properly.”

We’d had a pretty romantic reunion after a long time, but looking at the way we treat each other, it’s like we’ve lived together in the same room for 10 years, seeing everything we should and shouldn’t see.

Unlike our conversation, which was heading towards disaster with each of us having our say, the soybean paste stew, thankfully, was edible. Pressing my lips together to endure the burn from tasting it, I ladled it into bowls. I couldn’t even pretend to be in pain, knowing he’d make a fuss about me burning myself again. If I did, he’d be the only one fussing over the food and the kitchen, trying to cook it himself. Damn, it stings.

Sucking on my upper lip, I pretended nothing was wrong and went to the dining table and sat down. Hyun, seemingly finding no fault with the hastily fried eggs, glanced over the table and picked up his spoon. After taking a sip of the stew, he frowned with a serious expression.

“What? Does it taste bad?”

“I’m debating whether I should say it’s good so you’ll keep making it.”

“Just be honest.”

“It is good, but… do you really have to be the one making this?”

“Yeah.”

“Look how long it took.”

“When did I start?”

“1:00.”

So it does taste good. That’s a relief. The world has become so convenient these days; the supermarket was full of soybean pastes that promised to make stew taste good just by adding water. Without that, this savory flavor would have been absolutely impossible.

Seeing him take a few more spoonfuls, indicating that his compliment wasn’t empty, I shared my schedule with him.

“I’m going to start driving lessons next week.”

“I’ll give you my car keys after you finish, so just drive that.”

“No, thanks. My senior offered me their car. I’ll drive that.”

“What kind of car is it?”

“Just a small car.”

“You don’t give me a moment’s peace, do you?”

Hyun’s dejected face as he said this even conveyed a sorrowful regret. I, too, thought my driving skills were quite something, so my fingertips instinctively came together in a respectful gesture.

Unfortunately, I had no excuse for this. Last week, when we were going to the hospital, I insisted on driving and snatched the car keys from him, only to have my skills completely exposed. Hyun kept his lips tightly shut, trying not to interfere, all the way to the hospital parking lot, but finally, he had to say something. “It’s a good thing our destination is a hospital, right?”

“I’m going to take more lessons.”

“And the car?”

“My senior’s car.”

“So, whose car are you going to drive?”

“My senior’s… car… Why? Not all good cars are expensive.”

“You need to drive something that other cars will automatically yield to.”

I’d been trying to ignore him, but that was a somewhat tempting statement. So they’d overlook me cutting in?

“Then, before I get it, I’ll just borrow it for a bit, really just a little bit.”

“Good thinking.”

“I won’t… practice driving when we go out later.”

“Right. That too.”

After that, we ate quietly. I realized for the first time today that cleaning the kitchen, which had become a disaster zone from just making soybean paste stew, was harder than the cooking itself. Wow. The efficiency is really bad. By the time I finished cleaning, it was time to leave for my evening plans.

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The reason Seungpyo wanted to meet today was… just because. “Just because” usually means there’s nothing special, so I dressed casually. A leisurely Sunday evening. The late afternoon of the suddenly hot summer still felt like the bright midday sun.

When I arrived at the casual restaurant, Seungpyo and Geonjung were already there, sitting across from each other. Geonjung simply looked at us as we entered without saying a word, while Seungpyo clapped with exaggerated gestures.

“You two finally made up!”

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know? Phew, I’m so relieved. Do you know how much of a headache it was for me, worrying about you two being awkward at gatherings?”

“When did you ever worry? You just told everyone to come.”

“That was all… me being magnanimous, hoping things would work out between you two.”

“Oh, right.”

While I responded, Hyun sat next to Geonjung, seemingly unconcerned. I sat next to Seungpyo, looked at the dishes that seemed to have been ordered already, and popped a peanut in my mouth.

“What were you talking about?”

“About that incident with you two. Hyun, is your hand all better?”

“Yeah, it’s fine.”

“What a crazy thing to happen. Wow, I heard it spread around, and everyone was avoiding the topic.”

“That makes sense.”

Hyun had intentionally dragged things out, hinting at legal action, so it was bound to spread. It must have been difficult to keep everyone quiet with all the paperwork and people involved. The fact that I stopped him from pursuing criminal and civil charges was the only reason it hadn’t gotten worse, so I couldn’t say anything more. I had stopped him so I could beat the guy up myself, but even that hadn’t happened in the end.

I tried to ignore the reddish mark, longer than his palm lines, visible on the inside of his palm. Sometimes, just looking at it made me want to kiss it, and other times, it made my heart ache as if it had been torn in its place.

Looking at it with a complicated gaze, I asked Seungpyo,

“What you said before… is Hyun really okay at work? I keep hearing he’s just taking time off.”

“He is taking time off these days.”

“Really?”

Just as I was about to relax, thinking that my worries about him facing repercussions because of me were just my overactive imagination, Seungpyo scratched his head.

“That’s part of it, and I heard that your team told him to take a break from the next case too. The client is fine with it, but the higher-ups are worried, ‘What if that guy messes up the contract again?’ …”

“Stop it.”

At that moment, Hyun shot Seungpyo a look. Again, only I didn’t know. Only me.

“You said he was just taking a break?”

“He’s taking a break and it’s fine.”

“Is being told to step down by your superiors considered a break?”

“Yes.”

“You said it wasn’t because of that.”

“It’s not.”

Seeing our unsettling conversation, Seungpyo quickly changed the subject.

“Seriously, what is this, all because of that crappy company?”

“The founder of that crappy company is right here.”

At my joke, Geonjung, sitting diagonally across from me, chimed in, raising his water glass towards me.

“Oh, right. Cheers.”

Hyun, missing the moment, just watched us with a dumbfounded look, while Seungpyo’s ears turned slightly red.

“Shin Jio, either badmouth it or don’t, pick one.”

“No, I’m going to do both.”

How can I just badmouth it? I miss it, and it’s bittersweet. Deciding not to tease Seungpyo further, I went over and put my arm around his shoulder, then quickly pulled it away. Hyun, with a look that was neither wary nor casual, glanced at my arm as it went around and then came off.

As we ate, we caught up on each other’s lives. Geonjung’s life was monotonous, except for his plan to use up all his vacation days at the end of the year. I had so much to complain about that I didn’t know where to begin, so I chose to keep my mouth shut. Life tends to follow what you say. Not saying anything bad would be best for my life. But then I have nothing to say. Damn it.

Seungpyo also shared his news. News that was perfect for conversation, combining his marriage and work.

“Thanks, Hyun. Thanks to your wise decision, my success fee went down the drain, and thanks to that, there’s been a snag in my perfect wedding plans.”

“What were your plans?”

“You guys wouldn’t know, but I had the number of guests matched to the marriage compatibility chart for this wedding.”

I couldn’t let that slide and had to interrupt.

“Does Eunjeong’s family know about that?”

“Don’t worry, I’ve been going to fortune tellers with my mom since the beginning of the year.”

“That’s a real relief.”

The saying “Even straw sandals have their mates” must refer to situations like this. I never thought Seungpyo would be the first among us to get married. To be honest, I thought none of us were marriage material.

“Anyway. So, I’m thinking of removing another set of fresh flowers, which I had perfectly arranged, so that it becomes an even number. What do you think? Let’s hear your wise opinion.”

“Keep them.”

“I didn’t get my success fee. Even though I look like this, I had planned my wedding perfectly within the budget! But because of you…”

“I’ll cover that with the wedding gift. Keep them.”

Seungpyo, who had been acting all nonchalant, stopped talking at those words. The moment my and Geonjung’s gazes converged on Seungpyo’s wavering eyes, as if he had actually removed a bunch of flowers, he stealthily picked up his phone, made a call, and stood up.

“Hello? Wedding planner? It’s me. Can we still go ahead with the original flower arrangements?”

Watching his retreating back as the call went on, I muttered in disbelief,

“Did that guy actually remove them?”

“Knowing him, he’s capable of it.”

Hyun, turning slightly towards me as if to speak privately, so Geonjung wouldn’t hear, asked casually,

“What kind of flowers do you want?”

“Flowers? Why all of a sudden?”

“For us.”

“Huh?”

Confused, I put down my spoon and slowly raised my fingers, pointing at Hyun and then myself. There wasn’t anywhere else for these fingers to point, right? Hyun calmly nodded, watching my hesitant fingers.

“Yeah, for us.”

“You remember we started dating again just a week ago, right?”

Geonjung was pretending to be completely uninterested, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have ears. Fortunately, as if he couldn’t hear this conversation, Geonjung coughed and abruptly stood up, going somewhere. He seemed to be heading towards the restroom. As I watched him go, unable to stop him, Hyun raised his voice to his normal volume.

“So, let’s see this through, so we never break up again.”

“Suddenly?”

“What do you think? About a way to not break up.”

“That’s funny.”

It was a strange conclusion coming from someone who was supposedly so good at decision-making. I had a strange expression on my face, still moving my fingers back and forth. Meanwhile, Seungpyo returned from his call, and Hyun straightened up, putting his arm down, and casually asked,

“Is that planner any good?”

“Yeah, she’s Eunjeong’s friend. She’s good.”

“Give me her number.”

“Why? Who’s getting married?”

Normally, this would be followed by, “Are you getting married?”, but Seungpyo didn’t seem to have any thought of Hyun getting married. I wouldn’t either. Fortunately, Hyun didn’t add anything like “me” and just saved the number in his phone. I just stared at the scene in disbelief. How could this be happening?

Seungpyo said he had something to discuss with Hyun before leaving and they stepped outside for a moment. From what I overheard, it seemed like work-related stuff, so I wasn’t curious. It had been a long time since the work those two did became too distant a field for me to understand.

I was left in the room with Geonjung, poking at the complimentary fruit with a fork. After popping the last piece of a shiny apple slice, with the red skin left like rabbit ears, into his mouth, Geonjung suddenly asked,

“Shin Jio.”

“Yeah, why?”

“You two…”

“Uh…”

My response slowed down drastically.

“Are you still misunderstanding me?”

“Oh, that’s not it… How should I put it?”

He didn’t seem like he was going to look away until I answered, so I rolled my eyes and fiddled with my water glass again. This was something he should be asking Hyun, his high school classmate, not me. It put me in an awkward position.

“Um…”

“You are misunderstanding me?”

“No.”

“Tell me properly.”

“We’re dating.”

“Again?”

“Yeah.”

As expected, right? I thought Geonjung would just move on with his usual expression, but unexpectedly, he continued,

“Are you sure about this?”

“Why?”

I retorted, then scratched my head, remembering all the messed-up things I’d witnessed that made his question valid. It’s not that I wanted to tell him, but since Geonjung was the only person I knew, I ended up telling him everything. And even that was after carefully choosing my words.

“I didn’t see this coming either.”

“How did it happen?”

“Well, compared to before…”

As I was trying to figure out what to say, Geonjung tried to guess my feelings with a short sentence.

“Is it better?”

“It’s better in some ways.”

“In some ways.”

“To be honest, it feels the same.”

Of course, even if it’s the same, we’ve both mellowed out with age and from having broken up and gotten back together, but our fundamental natures are still the same. I’m still selfish and get lonely, and Hyun is still sensitive and can’t stand it when I’m not in front of him. How could we be so unchanged? It’s amazing that we’ve both managed to maintain our original temperaments in this harsh society. And yet…

“It’s the same, but I still like it. I think I’m screwed.”

If his behavior had changed and I’d found comfort in that, I might have been even more anxious. Ironically. This time, I probably wouldn’t have been able to trust it easily, constantly worrying about when he would change again, wondering if our feelings would change again. It’s hard to change a person’s nature. But I can’t help it if I like it just the way it is.

“Then it’s fine.”

Geonjung replied curtly, though he looked like he had more to say. As I stared at the empty plate, trying to scrape together something to defend myself…

The door opened with a forceful creak. The silhouette filling the tall doorway didn’t seem inclined to hold the door. Instead, he called me.

“Let’s go.”

His posture as he called me suggested something was amiss. Did he have a bad conversation with Seungpyo? Since I was going to leave anyway, I greeted Geonjung and stood up, draping my jacket over my arm.

“I’m going now.”

“Go ahead. Keep in touch.”

“Yeah.”

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On the way, seeing him intently focused on the steering wheel, I kept my mouth shut without reason. I tried to think of anything that could have upset Lee Hyun at the gathering. It felt like he was lost in his own thoughts, and he seemed dissatisfied with something, but the reason was vague and unclear. Was it work again?

“Is there something wrong with work?”

“No.”

The answer came quickly, so it seemed like that wasn’t it. Then what? Did I do something wrong again?

“Then is it me?”

“No.”

The answer came quickly, but it didn’t sound convincing. It didn’t seem like pressing him would change anything right now, so I just came home with him.

Since we were practically living together again, I hadn’t found the right moment to say I was leaving. Hyun, who had entered the apartment with me and was heading towards his room, suddenly turned around.

“How could you do that?”

Hearing his out-of-the-blue question, I was more dumbfounded than angry. Why were we fighting again? As I blinked in disbelief, Hyun pressed his fingertips against his fluttering eyelids, as if trying to suppress his anger, and lowered his voice.

“Why would you say we’re back together in front of someone else first, and not to me?”

“When did I?”

“Just now, to Geonjung.”

“Oh, that. I just said it while answering.”

“And what about when you just said ‘okay’ without answering properly…?”

He said, twisting his lips into a smile as if trying to calm his clearly upset facial muscles.

“No, I didn’t mean to do this.”

He didn’t mean to do this. That’s even more absurd. After already getting pissed.

Wow. Unbelievable. I deliberately pressed my lips together to stop them from twisting into a smirk. If I even chuckled, that expression of his, biting his lip as if he couldn’t believe it himself, would probably get even angrier. I took another step closer to see that beautiful face hardened in anger. I placed my hand on his chest, which was rising and falling with his long exhales. I could feel the thump-thump of his heart within his firm chest, beneath the thin, soft fabric. Our eyes met as they both flicked upwards.

Another step. I moved closer, almost touching, tilted my head, and looked at his face, thinking, “Yeah, he’s strange.”

“You know…”

“I said I’m sorry.”

“That’s not it. I’m not scared anymore even when you’re angry.”

“I’m doomed.”

“Of course, I’d be scared if you were really angry, but right now, I’m not.”

“So you know everything now.”

“Know what?”

“That I can’t really get angry.”

“Hey, even you know this isn’t something to get angry about.”

Displeasure was evident in his expression as he said that. Finding it odd, I tilted my head to match his.

“Were you really upset about this?”

“No.”

“Really?”

He tried to avoid my persistent questioning by turning his head away. Nevertheless, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer by his firm shoulders and the line of his neck. I pulled his torso closer as he tried to pull away again. After a brief struggle, his face yielded, and my lips pressed against his, feeling only softness. I tried to suppress my burgeoning laughter, but I couldn’t.

“You’re so cute, seriously.”

“Don’t try to get away with acting cute.”

“Hey, you’re the one acting cute right now.”

I wanted to kiss his narrowing eyes, but I’d have to stand on my tiptoes to reach. Instead, I gently pressed my lips against the sharp bridge of his nose, then his chin.

“Why are you so cute now that you’re all grown up?”

“You answered so dismissively when I talked about marriage, but you confess to someone else first. And you think this is cute?”

“Were you sulking about that too?”

Pulling at the collar of his shirt over his heaving chest, I brought my lips to his again. This time, to his lips. Instead of avoiding me, his lips met mine, swallowing my kiss as they pressed against mine. We should do this in bed. I didn’t have time to say those words before his leg slipped between my knees.

The sex, which began pressed against the narrow hallway wall, inevitably ended up being dragged to the bed. Thankfully, we didn’t go until we were completely exhausted, finishing after two satisfying releases. In the moments that followed, holding each other close, softly pressing our lips against each other’s eyelids, it felt like everything in the world was flowing slowly and peacefully.

His hand, which had been patting my side, moved slowly, tracing the damp, slightly sticky skin. I wriggled a little, pressing myself against him, and asked,

“Have you ever played the piano?”

“Briefly.”

“Longer than Seungpyo?”

“Compare apples to apples.”

At those words, his fingertips, which had been tapping my side, tightened, gripping my skin almost like he was scratching it. I could feel the knuckles of each finger. Hyun, who had been pressing and moving his palm, smirked, twisting his lips to one side.

“Why do you ask?”

“Just thought of it.”

“Does it feel like I’m playing like that?”

“Yeah.”

The next moment, I felt him tighten his grip, pulling at my skin. A whimper escaped my lips, and he covered my mouth with his, as if to savor the sound. The smooth feeling of his lips touched me gently. The tip of his wet tongue licked my lips teasingly. I shook my head in frustration, and he gripped my wriggling waist and shook it again.

“Should I keep touching you like a piano?”

“Not that.”

“Tell me.”

I felt his knee, wedged between my thighs, shift slightly. Being so close, even the smallest movements and sounds were amplified, resonating in my ears. Hyun, his face shadowed by the dim lighting, leaned in, his eyes meeting mine.

I could see the dark, glossy irises beneath his fluttering eyelids. His pupils were round and clear, like he was wearing contacts. As I gazed at them, mesmerized, his eyes crinkled slightly, his aegyosal becoming more prominent. The corners of his eyes seemed to lift as well.

Like that small movement, his fingers danced lightly over my lower abdomen, teasing. I felt my insides tighten with anticipation beneath the thin skin. Even though he could clearly sense it with his fingertips, Hyun just smiled softly and continued to brush his lips against mine.

The tip of his tongue slipped past my parted lips. The warm flesh exploring my mouth made my nose tickle. As I tried to bite his tongue, the warmth followed, delving deeper into the roof of my mouth. His lips followed the movement of my head, deeply intertwining with mine.

“Mmm, uh…”

My vision spun as we lay facing each other. I kept hearing the wet sounds of his cock rubbing against the inside of our tangled thighs. I shook my head as he gripped my cock, my exhausted waist twitching.

“I think it’s worn out from overuse.”

“How many times have we done it?”

“It’s not just from today.”

My body felt languid, perfect for falling asleep, but his long limbs were entangled with mine, moving heavily against me, draining my energy. “Ah,” I opened my mouth, sticking my tongue out slightly. His gaze, which landed on the tip of my tongue, lost its playful smile.

“Are you offering me a taste?”

“Gently. Don’t you do it. It really stings.”

It wasn’t injured, but the burning sensation from the excessive friction wouldn’t go away, from the tip of my cock all the way inside. We’d done this before without thinking, but seeing the dark, smoldering look in his eyes, I coughed and closed my mouth.

But Hyun sat up, propping a pillow behind his neck to create an angle, and straddled my chest, bending his knees. His half-erect cock, flushed red, swayed and bobbed with the movement. I placed my hand on his long, muscular thigh and moved my head forward, then grasped it. His scent washed over me. I took the shaft of his warm cock in my hand and touched my tongue to the flushed tip.

“You’re not actually bigger, are you?”

“Does it look that way?”

I don’t know. I used to suck and lick without a second thought, but now, the thought of it made my throat feel dry. Something hot and hard pushed its way between my parted lips. My jaw ached. His hand gently gripped my hair, pulling the back of my head closer. For a moment, my tongue was pulled back, making me choke. I coughed, and his cock, slightly withdrawn, rubbed against my lips, burning hot. A sticky fluid, smelling musky, oozed from the opening, smearing my lips, and Hyun whispered,

“You used to be good at this.”

“That was so long ago. Suddenly…”

The weighty thing throbbed against my lips as Hyun chuckled. His eyes were flushed, and he seemed rather amused.

“So you haven’t sucked any dick since then?”

“Do you really want to ask that now?”

“I guess so.”

His tilting head made the question even more awkward, so I opened my mouth first. I took the bulbous tip into my mouth. It wasn’t that I hadn’t met anyone, it’s just… I was incredibly embarrassed to admit that I hadn’t met anyone decent enough for this. And even more so that I’d been desperately trying to find someone.

Hyun blinked one eye slowly and then pulled me closer by the back of my head. The thing filling my mouth grew larger, as if probing my tongue. I licked away the bitter pre-cum that welled up and adjusted my position. I felt my body temperature rise instantly as if his heat had transferred to me. I wiped my sweaty palms on my thighs and moved my lips.

No matter how wide I opened my jaw, the hard shaft pushed deep, pressing against my uvula. Does this thing grow even more? I felt the ridge scrape against my tongue as it pushed further in. The sight of his dark pubic hair and the approaching muscles of his lower abdomen made me dizzy. Even so, I was able to endure the rising gag reflex because…

“Haah…”

…I heard his low sigh from above my head. I looked up at Hyun’s flushed face and tilted my head back further. While catching his breath, Hyun squeezed his eyes shut. His dark eyelashes fanned out against his eyelids, a starkly erotic sight.

“Huu, uhh, uck…”

With a thud, I felt his cock push past my gag reflex, scraping against the back of my throat. The urge to vomit and the visual shock alternated. With the rough sensation of his cock moving in and out of my throat, the coarse texture of the base of his cock and his pubic hair came closer. My throat felt parched.

I touched my hand to the area around my Adam’s apple and felt it bulge. I was suffocating. At the last moment, as the spasms tightened my throat, Hyun tightened his grip on the back of my neck.

“Ugh, huuuh… Ha. Ah. Uh…”

“Like that. Just a little bit more. Good.”

All I could do was open my mouth as wide as possible. My eyes stung. I felt Hyun’s lower abdomen repeatedly approaching, blurring in my watery vision. I tried to brace myself by lifting my legs in my reclined position, but my toes slipped. Even when I tried to hold them steady, they still slipped.

As I continued to wobble, his hand, which had been gripping the headboard, moved to my underarm, lifting me up. He tilted my head back further, thrusting deep into my throat. The pubic hair tickling my upper lip, the gag reflex tightening my throat, and the spasming cock beyond it – I squeezed my eyes shut and tightened my lips, enduring it all.

“Huu. Uh… Ut…”

The hand gripping my hair stroked it roughly several times before suddenly yanking it towards him. My waist buckled. I was being held up by my throat impaled on his cock. Finally, the throbbing shaft erupted inside my mouth and pulled out of my throat. A throbbing sensation extended from the back of my throat all the way to my tongue.

“Ugh… haah…”

“You’re bad at this.”

“You know how big you are…!”

“That’s a relief.”

“Huh?”

“It’s a relief you’re bad at it.”

Saying this, Hyun came down and nuzzled my cheek, laughing out loud.

“Imagine you swirling and sucking with that tongue…”

His lips pecked at mine, and he pushed aside the tangled blanket, planting soft kisses on my lips.

“…if you were good at it… well…”

Saying that, he kissed my heaving chest and then, with a cheerful grin, lifted his cock. I coughed, rubbing my sore throat around my Adam’s apple, and finally managed to lift my head to look at him properly.

“And you?”

“Me?”

“You must have been seeing someone too, right?”

“No, I wasn’t.”

“…You weren’t?”

“No.”

As I said this, I felt his heavy, limp cock brush against my thigh as it slid down.

“I didn’t want to put it in just anyone.”

“…”

The way he said that made me feel like a complete jerk for trying to meet someone else without him. What should I do?

Fortunately, Hyun, still speaking gently, touched his tongue to my perineum, softly stroking it.

“So, who was our Jio playing with?”

“Hee. Don’t… do that there…”

My vision flickered as his finger suddenly thrust inside me, as if to punish me. I squirmed, and he flipped me over, rolling me onto my stomach. As he pulled my waist, bending me at an angle, I gasped for breath, and his cock thrust inside me, seemingly churning my insides.

“I wonder how much those other guys made you ache.”

“Haa. Ah…”

“Hmm?”

His heated cock rubbed against my perineum before thrusting inside again. I buried my face in the pillow and bit down on it as his cock scraped against my swollen, sensitive flesh and entered me. It was the same insistent habit as before. Once he lost control, he’d ride until someone died. His cock, which had been moving with gentle friction, suddenly gripped my waist, bending me slightly, and I desperately flailed my hand behind me.

“Ah. Don’t.”

“It’s getting tighter here.”

“Ah… huu…”

“When I rub it against the end… ut, and press it, it twitches. Here? Hmm? Right where I’m inside.”

“Ah, huh…”

“All the way here?”

I tilted my head back, then forward again. As I tried to straighten my waist, I felt a surge of pressure from inside. Damn it. Asshole. Not there. The thick glans relentlessly pushed its way in, making me gag.

“Who… touched you… all the way… there…”

I fumbled, pressing my hand against my chest. I can’t breathe. Fuck. I gasped as a feeling of fullness rose from below, and Hyun placed his hand under my breast, gently caressing it. Haah. My lips, roughly rubbed against the sheets, stung.

“Ah…”

“Just relax a little more.”

As soon as he said that, his pubic bone slammed against my buttocks. I almost cried out. Then he relentlessly pounded me from inside. I crumpled the sheets and bit down on them.

“Ut… huh, ah… ut, huh…”

“Jio, look at me.”

One of the hands caressing my chest moved to my chin. He pulled, twisting my upper body back, and his lips pressed against mine. His tongue delved inside, swirling around, as if opening up my airways. He sucked away my gasping breaths and shared his own as he moved his hips rhythmically.

I felt a tightening inside, as if I were being crushed, and my vision blurred. The next moment, he gripped both my shoulders, lifting my chest slightly. The headboard rattled as I swayed. Dizzy, I felt the shaft, buried deep inside my straining body, thrusting hard, as if it would split me apart.

“Ah… ah. Ah…”

Even though I thought I was already spent, my cock twitched with every movement. It rubbed against the sheets and ground against my lower abdomen, spurting cum with every thrust. Tears streamed down my face, blurring my vision, every time his cock slid in and out, scraping against my insides. Cum dripped down, releasing a sharp scent with every spurt. I was a mess, writhing on the damp sheets, rubbing my front against them. Just as my strength gave out and my insides softened, his cock pushed in deeper.

The strong grip on my shoulders tightened, as if to crush them, before I felt his weight collapse on top of me, his arms wrapping around my chest. His full weight pressed down on me. He rubbed his coarse pubic hair against my ass, and my legs spread apart as his knees pushed against my inner thighs. My pelvis ached as if something were dislocated.

“Ah. Ah. Huh… ut, ah, no.”

“You liked this, didn’t you?”

“It’s… spilling. Ah, hee…”

“You came inside?”

He chuckled from behind and his cock, buried deep, moved as if scooping out the cum I’d spilled inside. I felt the sticky texture flowing down my perineum. I don’t like this. I don’t want him to see. The squelching sounds that had been clinging to me turned into rough, grinding thrusts. The sounds his tongue made echoed sharply in my ears.

“Huh, stop, Hyun. Ah… I can’t… inside. Too much… ah. Stop… ah…!”

He pinned me down by my armpits, and as he nibbled and sucked on my ear, pleasure shot directly into my brain. His cock pistoned in short, rapid thrusts, swelling my lower abdomen. Fuck. It’s too big… The thought that it was definitely bigger than before flashed through my hazy mind.

“Haa. Ah…”

I felt his cock thrusting deep inside me as he pressed his body against mine from behind. He started cumming again. His throbbing cock scraped against my completely melted insides. With every twitch, I felt his ass clenching around my cock. My stomach convulsed as he pistoned in and out, and I twitched uncontrollably, lost in the sensation of him ravaging me from inside.

Hyun intertwined his fingers with mine, pinning my hands to the sheets, and moved his hips against mine from behind. His cock, which had withdrawn completely, thrust back inside, churning once more before pulling out, flipping me over.

His burning eyes, like those of a wild animal, scanned me from my forehead down to my groin. His expression was nothing like his usual cool gaze, his lips twisted as if savoring a cruel pleasure. He thrust his cock back inside me, stroking my swollen lower abdomen, and bent down. He licked the cum that had splattered across my chest, then gently nibbled and sucked my nipples with his front teeth. “Haaa…” He seemed to relish the way my insides tightened again with the sound.

Looking at the top of his head moving against my chest, I reached out with trembling hands and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. How long had it taken to hold him like this again? The thought couldn’t stop the feeling that something inside me was broken, that everything was just spilling out.

“I thought about this back then, too…”

“Thought about what?”

“I thought you were such a pervert that you wouldn’t be able to see anyone else.”

“You did?”

I glared at him with a sullen look, but Hyun just carefully brought a glass of water to my lips again. My body didn’t feel like my own, so I just opened my mouth and drank without taking the glass. The water was a tea that smelled of fragrant herbs. The moderately warm temperature soothed my throat as it flowed down. Between sips, I mumbled, “I thought you wouldn’t be able to… Who would put up with this?”

When I was halfway through the tea, Hyun wiped the remaining moisture from my lips with his thumb, licked it, and chuckled.

“I thought the same about you.”

“There’s nothing special about me.”

“This.”

He shifted his position, trapping my left thigh between his legs and lightly straddling me. He was still naked beneath his robe. I felt the warm weight pressing against me, and his heavy, limp cock touched my thigh. He subtly pressed his cock against my thigh with his palm, rubbing it against me, and smiled sweetly.

“I wondered if anyone else could satisfy someone who goes crazy for this.”

“Huh.”

I was so dumbfounded that I pretended not to hear. I shifted my thigh uncomfortably as he pressed his weight against me even more.

“How was it?”

“Today? I thought I was going to die, again. Happy now?”

“Not that.”

“…Don’t ask.”

I’d always thought my excessive honesty wasn’t helpful in life. That thought seemed to solidify even further today, judging by the way the smiling face in front of me was hardening into a frown.

“We were broken up.”

“I knew. I knew you were seeing someone and broke up with them.”

“Then why ask?”

“Just… to confirm.”

“Don’t ask if you’re going to get mad.”

“I’m not mad.”