Speak of The Devil Chapter 21

“…Ah…”

Besides, Jung Yiyeon bit and sucked my skin even worse today. His lips teased me to the point that I wanted him to pass over my chest. The tongue in cheek movement of rubbing the sharply raised protrusion with the tip of his tongue was too lewd. It was not so itchy that my skin was stinging.

His lips stayed for a long time on the flat chest that was neither a woman’s nor a soft feeling. My body trembled involuntarily as I squeezed it between his lips and pulled it towards him. The feel of his tongue licking me and tickling my nipples was very strange.

No, maybe it’s the finger down there that’s crazy. The number of fingers digging into the crease at the entrance was gradually increasing. Here, when he pressed the point where I felt once, a burst of exclamation burst out of my open mouth. The end of the breath that flowed out like a sound of pain mixed with nasal noises trembled.

“Ha … Ah … Ah…!”

Jung Yiyeon kissed my flat stomach and sucked the flesh, then put his lips on the tip of the half erect penis. Stars flashed before my eyes as he wrapped me in the mucous membranes of his hot, damp mouth.

The lips that squeezed and sucked hard, and the tongue that licked the genitals, still had a sense of improvement. Jung Yiyeon tilted his head a little more and buried my penis deeply. Sucking and swallowing the whole penis still seemed unreasonable, but he was still quite eager. I stroked Jung Yiyeon’s hair as if congratulating him.

“Ah… !”

As if about three fingers went in, a stiff, dull pain spread underneath. In preparation for the upcoming insertion, the movement of the fingers widening the entrance and inner wall became more radical. In the meantime, whenever a point on the inner wall was lifted, my waist shook and a moan flowed from my mouth.

My legs were trembling, half floating in midair. My toes curled up in the pleasure that soared to the top of my head. Unknowingly, as my legs were shrinking, Jung Yiyeon forced my thighs apart with one hand and dug underneath. His head moved up and down quickly with my penis in his mouth.

“Ah, boss, sir, I think I’m going…”

It was difficult to say that it was fully satisfactory for me, who had a lot of experience, but the climax was steadily approaching because of the direct stimulation applied through the inner wall at the same time.

When the taut and inflated penis reached its limit, Jung Yiyeon parted his lips. I shuddered at the touch of his lips touching the inside of my wide thighs, bouncing my back once more. As if enjoying my reaction, Jung Yiyeon kissed the inside of my thigh and groin a few more times.

Jung Yiyeon, who had pulled out all his fingers, grabbed both sides of the hips and pressed it down to bring me closer to his lower body. I looked at him obliquely with a ten right face. Jung Yiyeon looked down at me, who was panting, with a very reddened and blissful face. There was a ferocious heat in his black eyes.

“Your eyes are so naughty, Secretary Lee.”

What is he saying? However, without any room for objection, the round and hard tip opened the entrance and started to come in.

“Ugh…!”

Even though the fingers were widening all the time, the moment the penis was inserted was hard to bear. It felt like I was suffocating at the heavy bulky feeling that came up backwards and filled the inside. It felt as if my intestines had been pushed up over and pressed against my rib cage. My lungs seemed to shrink, making it difficult for me to breathe properly.

“… !!”

The moment the tip came in, Jung Yiyeon quickly lifted my waist and shoved his penis into me at once. My groin was trembling! The moment our bodies met, I couldn’t even scream. I had to drop my waist with my mouth open as if I was about to vomit the shock of pleasure that filled my body.

“Hey… !”

Jung Yiyeon didn’t even give me a chance to breathe. Before I could escape the shock of the deep penetration, he pulled out his penis, and shoved him into me wildly as he made his way again.

“Ah!”

My stomach was tingling as if it had been beaten by the vicious movement that forced my inner wall to open to the depths. Sparks flew in front of my eyes. Every time he inserted it, semen was shot from the tip of my penis, which had swelled to the limit.

“You’re too naughty.”

Jung Yiyeon stole the semen from my stomach and used it as lubricant to caress my genitals. Almost all of his lower body was on top of me, kneeling on his knees. Jung Yiyeon continued to shovel the weight by hitting my waist in that position.

“Ah….Ah!”

It was a regular and smooth movement, unlike the first few times when he hit him hard. The tingling heat that had been boiling inside did not cool down. It was just too strong. A sweet, unintended moan escaped my mouth.

“Ha…Secretary Lee.”

Jung Yiyeon looked down at me and exhaled a hot breath. All of his flirting with my genitals, waving and sometimes rubbing his glans with his fingers, was so lewd. In a way, it felt like Jung Yiyeon was masturbating rather than touching my cock. Jung Yiyeon, wet from the heat, was so beautiful. He was so adorable that it made my heart ache all over.

“…Kiss me…”

Without realizing it, a single word came out like a sigh.

“… Please…”

At that moment, it was my mistake that something fluttered in Jung Yiyeon’s eyes. But without even knowing it, Jung Yiyeon bent his upper body over me. He almost folded his body in half, and he slumped under him. It was heavy, but I never hated the weight Jung Yiyeon added to me. On the contrary, it was astonishing.

“… Me too.”

With a short answer, Jung Yiyeon’s lips touched me. Even though I was so crushed that I couldn’t breathe properly, the kiss of Jung Yiyeon, who rushed at me as if he would take my breath, was insanely sweet.

I hugged Jung Yiyeon’s back and set my nails along his back. Jung Yiyeon groaned low, but he didn’t stop me. On the contrary, he hugged my body tightly, and he poured a kiss hotter than any other lover and dug into me over and over again.

The overly sweet pleasure made me desperately realize once again. I love Jung Yiyeon. I love him so madly that I long for him even though I am so passionately embraced.

Without any control over the rushing emotions, I moaned and panted to my heart’s content and hugged him.

Jung Yiyeon did not let go of me like that.

Tonight he was the perfect lover. His touch, the gesture that digs into me again, the kiss that seemed to last forever. It felt like my heart was going to explode because everything seemed to say he loved me.

I was happy. It felt like it didn’t matter if I drowned in the sea of illusion. No, I just want to die.

I could never deny this heartbreaking happiness of the moment I was connected with him.

After a long love affair, even consciousness flickered at will. It wasn’t that I fainted or fell asleep, but I was barely able to come to my senses, as if my consciousness was trapped in my body and sank to the bottom of the water. Lying on my side idly, I was engulfed in the afterglow of passion that raged like a wild storm.

For a while now, my breathing, heavy like I’d been sprinting, had finally calmed, yet I lacked the strength to move even a finger, only managing to twitch my eyes. It was such great sex. It was something more than a meeting of bodies. Maybe it’s because of my overflowing emotions. Anyway, it must have been sex that poured everything out with emotions.

“I need to wash.”

The thing that brought my mind to the real world was Jung Yiyeon’s voice and his body temperature. He was the one who had ejaculated at the end of his climax and lay flat next to me to catch his breath. I couldn’t even see him straight, so I was lying on my side with my back to him.

But he rolled around and clung to my back. The warmth that wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled him toward me was so fluttering that I let out a small pain involuntarily.

“Does it hurt?”

He posed his question gently, embracing me from behind before placing a tender kiss on the back of my head. The sensation of that delicate touch seemed to ignite a radiant pleasure within me, causing my body to tremble with delight.

“… It doesn’t hurt.”

I spoke with a hint of embarrassment after a delay, then suddenly snapped back to reality, surprised by the disjointed sound of my own voice.

“Well, today was a bit too much.”

Quietly, Jung Yiyeon expressed his apologies while gently stroking my side and abdomen. His tender touch was delightful, but I turned away, fighting the urge to kiss him once more, resisting the temptation to give in.

Sex is over. So now we have to draw a line. If I act more like a lover here, I will be really mistaken. I had to reflect on the reality of my relationship with Jung Yiyeon once again and find my center.

But the sex we just had… Was it just the kind of sex you would have with a sex partner? The sex we just indulged in as if we didn’t know what to do because we loved each other? Is that feeling of being one with him and me through a simple physical relationship?

The moment he and his body were connected, I felt everything about Jung Yiyeon so intensely. But did Jung Yiyeon really feel nothing? If you look at the satisfaction of that man who sticks around even after he’s done his chores, I don’t think it’ll ever be the case.

I thought it was just a guess, but my heart was pounding. I wanted to turn around and kiss Jung Yiyeon and hug him. But what if I am doing too much? Such fear was vague.

I clasped my hands and clasped his hands as they roamed my stomach, struggling to suppress the urge to hug him and pour love. Not knowing the speed of people, Jung Yiyeon chuckled.

Ah… The vibration of the air created by that laughter seeped into her chest with a sweet trembling. My heart ached terribly. This is really… Really… Isn’t that an act that can only be misunderstood?

Sex, which was no different from sympathizing with all that just happened. This tender hand.

I tried to stay focused, but Jung Yiyeon’s hand was just helpless. There was no way to capture all the emotions that were boiling in my chest.

“Does Secretary Lee like watches?”

I placed my palm over the back of his hand to ease the clasp’s hold, gently running my fingers along his arm and wrist as Jung Yiyeon inquired. His touch tickled my wrist, but I tried to remain composed.

“I’m curious. I’m a guy too.”

“But it seems like you always have on the same thing.”

“When did you notice? This old Omega watch was a gift from my parents when they got married.” I didn’t mention that my parents had passed away, avoiding the topic of the watch being a keepsake.

“I just wear what I have. I’ll invest in better items when I can afford them.”

“You don’t wear any other accessories, do you?”

“Not at the moment. Just this watch.”

“Hmm.”

Jung Yiyeon emitted an odd sound and persisted in gently touching my wrist, appearing lost in contemplation. As Jung Yiyeon behaved this way, I continuously reminded myself… I repeatedly pledged that we must maintain our distance, reiterating that we shouldn’t misunderstand each other…

Perhaps I’m just imagining things, assuming you have feelings for me.

What’s going on between us, Jung Yiyeon? Are we actually in a relationship? You like me but hesitate to admit it, so we can’t acknowledge that we’re dating?

Fuck, Wait, did you actually ask Secretary Park to buy a bracelet for me as a gift? Is that why you’re focusing on my wrist and mentioning watches and accessories?

Oh no… My thoughts were spiraling dangerously out of control.

But maybe this isn’t just my imagination. I remember Jung Yiyeon and Min Seowon’s history, how he faced rejection, but I can’t shake off the hope and excitement. Jung Yiyeon himself seemed to confirm that speculation.

“Are you going to bed?”

If the mysterious voice whispering in my ear isn’t a temptation, what else could it be?

Internally, I groaned. Logic insisted I should leave. It was always about dating for sex, so once that was done, it meant parting ways. I didn’t have any belongings at his place, so I needed to return to work the next day. Up until now, I had always driven back home alone and it had become my routine to use his car to pick him up in the mornings.

However, today, Jung Yiyeon insisted that I stay, making it difficult for me to insist on leaving. Besides, my own instinct was driving me to stay with him. Jung Yiyeon is igniting a spark here—how can I resist? Do you truly have feelings for me?

“I have to go to work tomorrow…”

Speaking in a voice I didn’t even want to use, it was my final attempt.

“Even if you wear the same clothes for a day or so, no one will notice.”

“But I think you might feel uncomfortable if I’m around.”

“If that were true, I wouldn’t have asked you to stay. Today, I need you.”

“Huh? For what…?”

“My back is hurting.”

“…Really?”

“You scratched so much, it’s sore. I need you to apply some medicine.”

…Instantly, my face lit up. It was difficult to suppress my immense pleasure from being with Jung Yiyeon intimately. The lingering marks from Min Seowon continued to prick at my heart, adding to the mix.

“…I’m sorry…”

“You have nothing to apologize for. Does that mean I was that good?”

…I’m not a naive twenty-year-old; it’s not that I’m not adept at sex. It’s not just that.

“I should take responsibility for causing you pain.”

Jung Yiyeon’s shameless words were so endearing that it felt overwhelming. It was like my heart was being tickled. Wait, when Min Seowon left marks on his back, he was callously dismissed, and now he’s asking me to take responsibility? Can his treatment of me be so different from how he treated Min Seonwon? At this point, I couldn’t simply dismiss it as a misunderstanding. A sense of joy filled my heart with a hint of pride. Now, I couldn’t resist anymore.

“Go to sleep…”

Jung Yiyeon wiped my side with the hand that had been caressing my wrist. Gently, he murmured, stroking my backside.

“Let’s do it again tomorrow morning.”

“Hey!”

I was about to speak up, but suddenly, I made a sound and swatted away his finger that was teasing my backside. How could he be so mischievous? It was such an odd situation that I instinctively twisted my body away. Yet, Jung Yiyeon pulled my resisting body back into his embrace and hugged me.

Our gazes naturally locked.

“Oh, really…”

And naturally, our lips met. The words I intended to say vanished, replaced only by the sound of our kissing.

Jung Yiyeon hugged me, flashing a smile that portrayed me as cute, repeatedly showering me with kisses. There was also a daring hand freely caressing my backside.

In the end, I was so captivated that I couldn’t resist him any longer and succumbed to the kiss. His breath felt suffocating, or perhaps my racing heart made it hard to breathe.

“We’ll continue this tomorrow… Let’s do it one more time, alright?”

Jung Yiyeon playfully teased me. While coaxing me to sleep, he tempted me with his relentless desire.

Ah… If this isn’t an act of love towards me, how else could I explain it?

I’m no longer bewildered. A conviction stronger than ever has settled within me. I was simply overwhelmed and trembling.

Jung Yiyeon likes me.

It’s a bittersweet delusion that makes me want to cry in the confines of my home. Yet, it’s the only explanation that perfectly fits all of this. All the constraints forcibly imposed upon me have shattered. Repeating that it’s merely my own illusion is now just self-deception. The way his eyes gaze at me, the smile I witness, and the endless stream of sweet kisses—all confirm it.

The heart pounding as if it’s about to burst from my chest and the thrilling sensations in my chest resonate. We made love like that. We will make love like that again. Amidst the prideful euphoria, I had no choice but to be certain.

Jung Yiyeon was in love with me.