Dowon grabbed Yiseo’s cheeks, which were struggling to take him in, and kissed her. 

 

As he rained kisses over her entire face, a faint glimmer returned to Yiseo’s unfocused eyes.

 

“Do, won-ahh…”

 

Even with Dowon’s cock buried so deep in her body that her belly bulged, Yiseo reflexively lifted the corners of her mouth at a few childish pecks. 

 

A sliver of affection she naturally offered her lover, unaware of her own state, lingered at the tip of those lips.

 

“Is it hard?”

 

“A little, huff, ah…. Today, I’m tired…”

 

“Then, shall we stop for today?”

 

Dowon raved the inside of Yiseo’s lower hole with the tip of his manhood while sweetly uttering utterly absurd words with his mouth. 

 

Of course, as Dowon had predicted, Yiseo hesitated for a moment before shaking her head.

 

“Uugh, no, you haven’t, hng, ah, ahh, c-couldn’t cum even once….”

 

Yiseo wrapped her arms around his neck. Her already exhausted arms slipped several times. 

 

Dowon smiled habitually, kissed Yiseo frequently, and spouted a few words that contained not a shred of sincerity.

 

Questions like whether she was really okay, or that he didn’t want to push Yiseo too hard—those kinds of plausible lines.

 

“Ah, aghh, hmm, huff…!”

 

Even as he uttered such nonsense, Yiseo’s lower region was already making lewd sounds, greedily swallowing him whole with the renewed thrusting, yet every time, Yiseo fell for Dowon’s empty words. 

 

That’s why she mistakenly believed that she held the reins in this relationship.

 

Dowon liked her innocence.

 

He wished she’d live forever immersed in that illusion, believing she had chosen to stay by Dowon’s side of her own will.

 

As long as Yiseo didn’t try to leave him, Dowon was confident he could play along with her delusion as much as she wanted.

 

No matter what he did below the waist, as long as he acted tender above it, this naive woman all too easily believed his fabricated affection was genuine.

 

It had been the same even during their first time.

 

Yiseo believed they had slept together by accident after getting drunk, but that was impossible. She was far too tightly guarded to make such a mistake. 

 

To break down the defenses of a woman who wouldn’t even let him hold her hand properly for a full year of dating, Dowon had truly done everything.

 

He had practically crawled at the feet of Yiseo, who would threaten to break up at the slightest misstep. 

 

He had worn out his knees kneeling and cried more times than he could count. 

 

Knowing that coming on strong would only provoke backlash, Dowon always clung to her pitifully.

 

Perhaps heaven took pity on his efforts, because Yiseo gradually let her guard down, and about a year and a half into dating, they finally shared their first kiss. 

 

What excruciatingly slow progress it had been…

 

Aware of this herself, Yiseo began to allow Dowon’s touches little by little afterward.

 

A few times, she even seemed intent on taking things to the bedroom, switching from her usual beer to sipping wine to set the mood.

 

Of course, Yiseo’s grand and noble resolve didn’t exactly end well.

 

The first time, she stripped Dowon and then said she couldn’t do it and ran away. 

 

The second time, she saw that the condom size bought from the convenience store didn’t fit Dowon, said she’d go buy a new one, left, and never came back. 

 

And the third time, she touched Dowon’s genitals, then suddenly said she was tired and fell asleep.

 

After repeating such antics for about half a year, Dowon realized that if she kept teasingly groping Yiseo like that, she’d lose her mind and end up straddling Yiseo.

 

Perhaps sensing that her patience had run out, Yiseo subtly showed signs of trying to break up again, and Dowon decided to just become trash.

 

Using their 2nd anniversary as an excuse, she lured Yiseo into going on a trip and booked a pension deep in the mountains. 

 

Honestly, it wasn’t a particularly nice place. 

 

It was so isolated that you couldn’t come or go without a car.

 

Dowon brought Yiseo to this remote pension where she couldn’t escape even if she suddenly wanted to, and pushed away the hand of Yiseo, who was happily smiling and reaching out after drinking the wine he had given her as an anniversary gift.

 

“Why…?”

 

It wasn’t that she was drunk, but rather pleasantly tipsy—Yiseo exciting Dowon and then suddenly snapping out of it and running away was all too familiar. 

 

Whenever Yiseo sensed Dowon’s desire, she froze.

 

Whether Dowon climbed on top of her, or she saw Dowon’s erect penis, or he just looked at her while fantasizing about stripping and devouring her in his mind.

 

“We’ve finished eating, so let’s watch a movie. Want anything else to drink?”

 

She put on the movie Yiseo had wanted to see and kept pushing Yiseo’s hand away. 

 

As Yiseo grew increasingly drunk, perhaps out of spite at Dowon’s behavior, she slipped her hand under his shirt, only to eventually have her wrist grabbed by Dowon.

 

“Don’t tease me.”

 

“It’s not teasing….”

 

“If I take this seriously and pounce, you’ll run away. So it’s just teasing.”

 

Acting pitiful wasn’t hard. How many times had she whined in front of Yiseo to dull her guard?

 

Hesitating at those words, Yiseo, perhaps feeling guilty as expected, silently drank in a deflated manner. 

 

Only the movie’s sound filled the silence. 

 

How much time passed? 

 

Yiseo, continuously emptying her glass, eventually collapsed face down on the sofa. 

 

Dowon lifted her and sat her on his lap. Her body, unable to sit upright and swaying, finally stopped wobbling when he let her lean her back against his chest.

 

“Are you drunk? Sleepy?”

 

“Yeah… Nooo… Mmm…”

 

“Stop drinking.”

 

When Dowon took the glass away, Yiseo mumbled.

 

“No… Give me more.”

 

“More what? If you collapse like this, what am I supposed to do?”

 

“You can do anything.”

 

It was a fairly clear pronunciation, consonants sharp as broken glass despite the slur. 

 

The words that followed were a drunken tangle, thick and syrupy, dripping from her tongue like honey laced with venom.

 

“I keep, I keep trying to run away too… I don’t know… Why…? But… It’s really not a joke… I, no matter what you do….”

 

Yiseo mumbled with a face that looked like she was about to cry, lower lip trembling, eyes glassy and unfocused, pupils blown wide in the dim light.

 

“If I get drunk I—I might not want to run away… Not scared… Not hurting… I… too, with you….”

 

Dowon paused, the air between them thick, electric, saturated with the sharp bite of spilled soju and the musky heat rising from her skin.

 

“Are you drinking because you want to do it with me? Since earlier? Because you don’t want to run away?”

 

“Mm-hmm….” 

 

A soft, breathy hum that vibrated against his collarbone, barely audible over the low, predatory hum of the refrigerator in the corner.

 

Yiseo always did this, offering salvation at the exact moment Dowon teetered on the edge of becoming irredeemable. 

 

Adorably so, her fingers sticky with alcohol and trembling where they grazed the pulse hammering in his wrist. 

 

And Dowon had no conscience to refuse devouring that permission whole, teeth bared.

 

“Then keep drinking.”

 

Dowon pressed the cold glass back into Yiseo’s clammy palm, the condensation slick against her skin, and dragged her pants down her hips in one slow, deliberate pull. 

 

The fabric rasped over the swell of her thighs, catching on the damp lace of her underwear before both slid free, pooling at her ankles. 

 

Even as the cool air kissed the slick heat between her legs, Yiseo just blinked slowly, lashes heavy, and lifted the glass to her swollen lips. 

 

The liquid sloshed, missing her mouth entirely, cascading in warm, sticky rivulets down her chin, throat, pooling in the hollow between her breasts, glistening like liquid sin.

 

“It’s all wet. Gotta take the clothes off.”

 

“It’s co, cold….” Her voice cracked.

 

Teeth chattering, gooseflesh erupting in frantic waves across her bare arms, nipples tightening into hard, aching peaks.

 

“I’ll touch you.”

 

Dowon set the glass aside with a soft, deliberate clink and peeled Yiseo’s soaked T-shirt upward, the cotton clinging obscenely to every curve before releasing with a wet, sucking sound. 

 

Goosebumps bloomed across her shoulders, her skin fever-hot under his palms. 

 

Dowon yanked the now-naked Yiseo against his chest from behind, her back slick with sweat and trembling, and sank his teeth into the soft curve where neck met shoulder. 

 

The skin gave under pressure, a faint metallic tang of blood flooding his tongue as he marked her, the bite deep enough to bruise.

 

His eyes stayed locked on the dead TV screen in front of them.

 

Reflected in the black glass, Yiseo was a pale, trembling offering—naked, half-lidded eyes blinking sluggishly, lips parted and glistening with drool and liquor, chest heaving with shallow, desperate breaths. 

 

Even the sharp bite left only a faint red crescent; no flinch, no cry, just a soft, involuntary whimper that shot straight to his cock.

 

Dowon kept watching her face while snapping his fingers right in front of her eyes—sharp, deliberate cracks that sliced through the thick silence. 

 

Again. Again… 

 

Yiseo’s brows knitted, a delayed grimace, her head lolling slightly as if the sound reached her through deep, syrupy liquid.

 

“Ah, whyy….” The protest came out syrupy, vowels stretched into a moan that curled around his spine.

 

“So it doesn’t hurt.”

 

She wouldn’t parse the words anyway. 

 

Dowon answered the mushy whimper and slid two fingers down between her thighs, parting slick, swollen folds that clenched hot and wet around him, pulsing with need. 

 

The scent of her arousal filled the air, heady and intoxicating.

 

‘If it hurts and she sobers up, she’ll bolt again.’

 

The tight heat gripped his knuckles like a vice, slick and greedy. 

 

Dowon worked slowly, deliberately, adding a third finger, the stretch audible in the wet, obscene sounds that filled the silence—

 

Schlick, schlick—

 

Each thrust of his hand drawing a fresh gush of wetness that coated his palm. 

 

He watched every twitch: the way her thighs trembled and parted wider despite herself, the hitch in her breath, the faint sheen of sweat gathering at her hairline, the way her hips rolled involuntarily into his touch.

 

“Hnng….” 

 

A strangled sound, half-pleasure, half-discomfort, her inner walls fluttering around him.

 

At three fingers, she squirmed, hips jerking awkwardly as if trying to crawl out of her own skin, chasing friction even as she tried to flee. 

 

Dowon clamped an arm across her waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hip, and dragged her back down onto his thigh, the rough denim scraping her bare ass, the friction making her gasp. 

 

Instead of the glass she’d only spill, he cracked open a cold cola can—hiss of carbonation cutting the air like a whip—and pressed the straw between her swollen, trembling lips.

 

No need to drown her further. Let her sip something sweet, let the sugar sting her tongue, let her taste every second of this later when she remembers how she begged with her body.

 

“Mm….” 

 

She sucked weakly, a bead of cola slipping down her chin to join the mess already drying sticky on her chest, her throat working around the straw as her hips ground down harder against his hand, chasing the stretch, the burn, the promise of more.

 

Her lips clamped the straw like a lifeline, sucking down the fizzing cola in frantic gulps, as if it could drown the storm brewing inside her. 

 

Dowon’s arm cinched her waist, possessive yet trembling with restraint, while he eased his fingers free. 

 

A glistening thread of her essence stretched between them, viscous and intimate, clinging to his skin like a secret too fragile to break.

 

“Is it good?” 

 

His voice was a low rumble, laced with hunger that made her shiver.

 

Yiseo mumbled something incoherent around the straw, her eyes glassy with a mix of innocence and budding haze. 

 

In that suspended heartbeat, Dowon guided the swollen tip of himself against her slick entrance, pressing in with deliberate slowness—a violation wrapped in velvet.

 

“Ugh…!” 

 

The sound tore from her throat, raw and startled, her body arching like a bowstring pulled too tight.

 

He crushed her closer, arms locking her flailing form against his chest, his lips brushing her ear in a whisper of false comfort. 

 

“Shh, no pain here. Just us. You’re safe, Yiseo… I’ve got you.”

 

Her widened eyes, brimming with unshed tears, reflected back at him from the blank TV screen—a mirror to her vulnerability. 

 

As he sank deeper, inch by torturous inch, her thighs quivered uncontrollably, muscles clenching in protest and surrender. 

 

His gaze devoured it all—the tremor in her flesh, the way her body fought and yielded, the forbidden beauty of her unraveling. 

 

It stirred something primal in him, a dark thrill that blurred the line between love and conquest.

 

“C-crazy… down there…” she gasped, voice fracturing.

 

“I’m dressed, see? Nothing to fear. If your tummy aches—Phew—breathe… drink more. Let it settle inside you.”

 

At last, fully sheathed, he felt her walls flutter around him like a trapped bird. 

 

Yiseo shook her head wildly, denial and plea intertwined. 

 

“My stomach… ah, it hurts…”

 

Consciousness flickered in her unfocused eyes—she clutched her belly with small, trembling hands, whimpering like a lost child abandoned in the rain. 

 

Tears carved silent paths down her cheeks, and in her distress, the cola can slipped from her grasp, spilling its dark cascade across the carpet—a black bloom mirroring the chaos in her core.

 

“Ah… huu… I’m gonna… throw up…” 

 

Her voice cracked, body heaving with nausea and the overwhelming fullness invading her.

 

Dowon’s mind frayed at the edges, sanity slipping like sand. Her skin burned against him, soft and feverish, a living flame that consumed his restraint. 

 

Buried deep, he was lost in ecstasy—the heat, the grip, the way she took him, as if her body was forged for this sin. 

 

Guilt flickered, distant and ignored—how could he stop when she felt like salvation?

 

“B-bathroom… please—mmph—ugh, ah, ahh! I need… I need to go… uung, huff!” 

 

Sobs wracked her, desperation raw.

 

“Endure it, love. For me.” 

 

His command was gentle steel, masking the beast within.

 

The night dissolved into fragments, even for sober Dowon—a fever dream of possession. 

 

One moment, sofa cushions cradled their frenzy—the next, he blinked to find her prone on the sodden carpet, cola pooling like blood beneath them. 

 

He drove into her relentlessly, hips slamming with a rhythm born of obsession, her cries a symphony that pierced his soul.

 

“Whew… hmm… ughh… haa…” 

 

Each thrust drew forth broken melodies of pain and unintended pleasure, her tears soaking the fabric below.

 

Yet beneath him, Yiseo was ethereal—cheeks flushed, lips parted in agony-ecstasy, eyes shining with a trust that shattered him. 

 

All night, pinned and ravaged, she wept rivers, but his murmured endearments—

 

“You’re perfect, my lovely woman,”

 

—and fleeting smiles coaxed her arms around his neck. Her fingers threaded his hair, stroking with childlike forgiveness, pulling him deeper into the abyss of her purity.

 

This is how I bind her, he thought, a bitter ache blooming in his chest. 

 

My crafted tenderness, her guileless heart—threads in a web I wove. 

 

Love or manipulation? 

 

The question haunted him, even as he claimed her again.

 

“It’s really okay…” 

 

He asked later, voice thick with feigned concern, echoing their first tangled night. 

 

Memories flooded: endless evenings of the same dance—her gasps, his lies, the intoxicating merge of bodies and souls.

 

Today, sprawled beneath him, breathless and spent, Yiseo nodded through the haze. 

 

“Uuhng… huff…”

 

Overwhelmed, she craned to glimpse the union below, but he captured her chin, sealing her lips in a kiss that devoured doubt. 

 

Her entrance bloomed red and swollen, clenching him with desperate fervor—a sight that ignited his blood, though he knew it might horrify her fragile innocence.

 

He yearned to plunder her throat with his tongue, to mark every inch, but tempered the urge. 

 

Instead, he explored her mouth with reverent strokes, tasting salt and sweetness, before parting. 

 

Cheek pressed to hers, he breathed the words like a vow and a curse:

 

“I love you.”

 

In that confession lingered the storm—their love a beautiful ruin, built on whispers and wounds, where pain blurred into devotion, and every tear sealed them tighter.

 

🦋

 

Dowon glanced at the clock passing 11 p.m.

 

Yiseo, who had been tormented all day, had finally washed up and was sitting on the bed, dozing off with nods. 

 

Dowon pulled Yiseo’s head onto his thigh and whispered.

 

“If you’re sleepy, just sleep.”

 

“No. I absolutely have to go home today….”

 

“I’ll wake you up later.”

 

“Then just thirty minutes….”

 

Before she could finish speaking, Yiseo’s eyes closed. 

 

Dowon covered her, asleep with her head on his thigh, with a blanket. When even the low lighting was turned off, the room soon became pitch black.

 

In the darkness, Yiseo’s phone lit up. 

 

Dowon saw the word “Mom” appear on Yiseo’s phone, now glowing blue, and immediately flipped it over.

 

It was obviously an urgent message asking when she would come home.

 

It wasn’t a day or two that Yiseo’s mother disliked Dowon. 

 

But why had she suddenly started hinting at breaking up again?

 

As expected, dating was too light.

 

Marriage, as long as there was the institution of divorce, couldn’t bind each other to Dowon’s satisfaction, but it was at least better than dating.

 

For the first time in a while, Dowon left a message to his father suggesting they meet.

 

The woman his father had remarried was desperate to be recognized by Dowon as a stepmother, so if he used her well, it was obvious she would support him even if he got divorced at a young age instead of being married. 

 

If she helped him marry Yiseo even a day sooner, Dowon was fully prepared to seat his stepmother as the wedding host.

 

An excuse for marrying early…. 

 

Hmm. Should I say, let’s go study abroad together? 

 

Wasn’t the place Yiseo wanted to study in France….

 

Imagining being alone with Yiseo in a foreign city with no connections, Dowon brushed down the corners of his mouth that had unknowingly risen in the darkness.

 

He kissed Yiseo’s ear and whispered.

 

“We can’t break up.”

 

He still didn’t know the reason for this endless obsession, but in truth, he wasn’t particularly curious. 

 

Anyway, Yiseo was by his side.

 

That was enough for everything.