Speak of The Devil Chapter 35

I removed my gown, knelt on the bed, and lay face down. Due to the four-legged posture, my exposed buttocks were sprinkled with a cold gel. A shiver ran through me at the sensation of it flowing down the cleft of my buttocks.

“Ugh…!”

With the condom-clad finger roughly spreading the entrance, it penetrated inside.

Although it was just last night when I had sex with Jung Yiyeon, the reverse invasion brought discomfort. Nevertheless, I tried to endure the pain without even letting out a painful groan, gritting my teeth to bear the pain. Jung Yiyeon’s fingers rudely delved inside, spreading my walls, creating squelching sounds that filled the room.

I tried to breathe as quietly as possible and exerted effort to relax my lower body. Passion? Pleasure? There was none of that. It was merely preparation for penetration. Since he said treating me like an object was fine, it seemed he had resolved to do just that.

Jung Yiyeon didn’t give me a break, increasing the number of fingers without hesitation. The sensation of his spreading me below was excessively stimulating. My walls, roughly expanded, felt tight and swollen. I gasped for breath, clutching the sheets tightly, struggling to exhale.

Ziik. The sound of a condom being opened came from behind. Amidst this, should I find solace in the fact that Jung Yiyeon could stand erect for me? I gnawed my lower lip with self-disgust. Simultaneously, it was challenging to hold back a sardonic laugh. I felt like I was going insane. No, I already seemed to have lost my mind.

“Ah…!”

As his fingers vacated the spot, a firm glans touched me.

“Ah, ugh!”

The entering organ had no restraint. As expected, it surged in without any consideration. In the moment of pain, I unknowingly tensed below.

Thud! A handcuff fell on my buttocks.

“Relax.”

There was no time to feel the humiliation of being struck on the buttocks.

“Ah!!”

Boom! Jung Yiyeon forcefully thrust his organ into me. At the end of a scream, my vision whitened for a moment before plunging into darkness.

“Secretary Lee.”

Pushing his genitals deeply, Jung Yiyeon said while pressing inside with determination. I couldn’t bring myself to look back and huddled my shoulders.

“Don’t make a sound. I don’t want to hear it.”

“…!”

For a moment, my mind went blank.

Why am I enduring such a situation? What’s the crime in loving you?

However, before I could answer my own questions, Jung Yiyeon began to move. He withdrew his genitals only to plunge deep again in one breath. The genitals that roughly stirred up the unyielding interior caused a scream to want to burst from my mouth.

Funny how it works. In this painful, agonizing, embarrassing, and humiliating moment, your words come to mind.

“Don’t make a sound.”

As if implying that making a sound would end it all. I hastily covered my mouth with my hands, fearing that a scream would erupt. I bit my lip to suppress the sound, feeling like my body, which could barely breathe, was trembling.

What am I doing? Why am I enduring this? What is Jung Yiyeon saying? What is the emotion called love?

Even in this humiliating moment, I wondered why I liked the warmth of Jung Yiyeon’s hand on my twisted waist from behind. Why the rough sound of Jung Yiyeon’s breathing from behind was pleasant. Inside the questions for which I had no answers, a warm sensation welled up within me.

“…! …! …!”

Thud, thud. Jung Yiyeon’s body made rough contact with my buttocks. Every time this happened, the genitals, which had partially pulled out, teased the insides of me. The forced opening of the deep area sent shivers down my spine. However, if it was familiar, with each familiar movement, my walls gradually relaxed, producing even wetter sounds.

With one hand covering my mouth, I clutched the sheet torn apart with the other. Jung Yiyeon didn’t stop moving. He only moved his waist in a rhythmic pattern. The genitals entered and withdrew, repeating the process. It felt like my insides were yielding to the familiar act.

Can this be called sex? Did I really desire something like this? Am I so in love with Jung Yiyeon that I wouldn’t mind becoming nothing more than a tool for self-pleasure?

The answer was already a decided question.

The sound of breathing transmitted through the air. The scent of him invading nostrils, the warmth of the hand gripping my waist. The genitals delving inside without any consideration for my pleasure. I could endure this situation solely because everything belonged to Jung Yiyeon.

It was undoubtedly a different sensation from when Seo Jaeoh touched me. I found comfort in the fact that this was still continuing, despite the misery. Despite being so pathetic. Despite the pain…

“Ah…!”

The sound escaped involuntarily.

It happened because my body suddenly turned around. Jung Yiyeon, who was thrusting his genitals into me as I lay like an animal on all fours, suddenly laid me flat.

When our eyes met, I was so surprised that I opened my eyes wide. He spread my legs and inserted his genitals between them, thrusting again.

“…!”

A sensation shot up my spine to the top of my head, a pain or an indescribable feeling, I bit my lip. Closing my eyes tightly, I turned my head.

It was because it hurt. Everywhere. And Jung Yiyeon’s eyes looking at me were so, so painful…

“Ha…”

The position changed, but I expected the fierce movements to resume.

However, contrary to my expectations, Jung Yiyeon didn’t move. The hands gripping my knees and the genitals buried deep inside me momentarily came to a halt.

“…Damn.”

It was the first time Jung Yiyeon had cursed.

I looked at him in surprise. Strangely, my vision was blurred. I couldn’t see his face clearly; his figure appeared hazy in the shimmering sight.

“…Secretary.”

I still had my mouth covered. Jung Yiyeon called my name and removed my hand covering my mouth. His face seemed a little closer to mine. I closed my eyes again and, when I opened them, my vision became clear. I felt something flowing down my throat.

“…Don’t cry.”

When Jung Yiyeon spoke, I realized that I was crying.

“Why are you crying?”

He was a man who didn’t care about emotions. Why was Jung Yiyeon gently cradling my cheeks?

“Secretary Lee, don’t cry.”

Why did his whispered voice telling me not to cry sound tender? Why… was he kissing my tears? I couldn’t understand the affectionate reason behind his tongue wiping away my tears.

Chirp, chirp. A ticklish sound echoed. It was the sound of Jung Yiyeon kissing my wet eyes and cheeks. At that moment, my heart started pounding painfully.

“Ugh…”

I tried not to make a sound. No matter how hard I tried, it was futile. Sobs escaped from my open mouth.

“Ugh, uh… Uh, uh. Uhuh……”

“Don’t cry.”

As if calming a child who cries louder when consoled, the crying didn’t stop. Sorrowful sobs burst forth. In the midst of it all, I was bewildered. It was strange that Jung Yiyeon was comforting me, considering how much he had hurt me. In the midst of confusion, he, like a dream, embraced me.

Could it really be a dream? Was my mind showing me illusions of being treated like an object by Jung Yiyeon? Thinking that way made me even more heartbroken, and I couldn’t stop the outburst of tears.

“…Sigh, Secretary.”

Jung Yiyeon embraced my crying body. He kissed my cheek, and as if instructing me to embrace him, he placed my arms around his neck. However, I couldn’t bring myself to embrace him.

“Uhuh……!”

Then Jung Yiyeon’s movements began slowly. The organ deeply embedded inside me slowly retreated a bit, gently grazing against the walls as it went out and then thrusting back in.

Whimpers mingled with sobs flowed incessantly. Jung Yiyeon kissed my lips, which were making such sounds.

His tongue invaded my wet mouth, slippery from crying. The tongue roamed freely, entwining with mine and licking the insides of my mouth. Breathing became difficult due to the wet, muffled sounds. My chest involuntarily swelled as breathing became more challenging.

Yet, Jung Yiyeon didn’t release me and continued to kiss me. He also didn’t stop caressing and squeezing my chest with his hand. Consequently, my breathing became even more labored.

“Don’t cry. Please don’t cry.”

Jung Yiyeon whispered that each time he parted his lips. He seemed unaware that his gentle voice only fueled my tears. I tried to push him away, but Jung Yiyeon hugged me even tighter.

“Ah…!”

The moment he pressed a certain point inside me, a moan burst loudly from my throat, locked in tears. Despite crying, my body was hot.

“Now, really, stop crying.”

Jung Yiyeon moved his hand down from my chest to grip my organ. I was still erect even as I cried. When he penetrated from behind, an excitement I had not felt at all before now filled me.

“Ah, ah, uh, ugh!”

The softened walls of my inner self were stimulated by the organ, and moans like sighs escaped from my mouth. It might have been because of the hand gripping my organ. My body was hot. The moment I realized I had cried pitifully, embarrassment swept over me.

Instinctively, I tried to cover my mouth. However, Jung Yiyeon removed my hand, preventing me from blocking my mouth. Against the topic of not making noise because he didn’t want to hear it, he allowed my lips to part as he pleased, kissing me whenever I clenched my lips. With his tongue delving and saliva mixing heavily, my moans intertwined.

“Uhng, uh, hah, ah!”

Holding my waist, Jung Yiyeon thrust into me more forcefully. The organ sliding in, pressing against the softened walls, brought me thrilling pleasure. Filled to the brim to the point of feeling bloated, I couldn’t help but gasp.

It was incredibly confusing and unsettling. Despite being sober, my emotions fluctuated so much that I felt like I wasn’t in control of my own mind. Amidst the heat surging through my body, I couldn’t think clearly.

Jung Yiyeon’s sudden change in attitude was perplexing.

Jung Yiyeon was affectionate. Everything about him holding me was warm and sweet, just like before. It was as if nothing had changed. Like the Jung Yiyeon who had misled and confused me before. His lips and touch were all affectionate.

Countless times, I reached climax, and eventually, he reached his climax. I couldn’t regain my senses during this unusually tender lovemaking.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself in an unfamiliar space.

After blinking my dazed eyes several times, I realized I was still lying in Jung Yiyeon’s residence. While I had engaged in sex with him countless times in his residence, it was the first time I had slept. Even after fully waking up from sleep, my head felt so muddled.

Why did I fall asleep here?

As I thought absentmindedly, memories of Jung Yiyeon inspecting my face came back. When I turned my gaze away, I remembered that he had let me go only after confirming that my crying had stopped.

“Let’s go to sleep now.”

His firm tone felt like an order.

Without a chance to respond, he got out of bed and went into the bathroom. It was the first time Jung Yiyeon hadn’t left immediately after having sex since I quit the company.

Wiping the semen scattered on my stomach with tissue and wrapping my body with the sheet, I lay sprawled on the bed, simply confused. I was just confused. I had cried so much that my emotions had plunged into an abyss, and even now, after seeing my tears, I couldn’t help but feel bewildered.