Love Me More

Episode 28

I have absolutely no memory of how I got to the hotel.  All I recall is the suffocating silence in the car and the elevator. Si-yul stared intently at the rising floor numbers, unable to even glance at Woo Hyun-se.  A baseless sense of dread – the feeling that even a fleeting eye contact might lead to my strangulation – kept my eyes glued to the floor indicator.

Before we exited the elevator, Woo Hyun-se, seemingly stifled, loosened another button on his collar.  He walked ahead without the slightest hesitation.  Noticing my hesitation, he glanced back and seized my wrist. His grip was so fierce, it felt like it would leave angry red marks, as if I might try to escape.

At the door, I momentarily regretted everything. I resented my own glib tongue that had spun lies so convincingly.  It wasn’t too late to confess.  Stepping inside meant there would be no turning back.

But conversely, I couldn’t back down now. This was the result of days of agonizing deliberation. I’d sought counseling, studied videos, experimented, and even met someone at a bar.

Had I ever been this intensely focused on anything in my life? If I gave up and turned back, this opportunity would never come again. Woo Hyun-se might lose interest, tired of my fickle nature.

As I steeled my wavering heart, the door clicked open. My wrist was still held captive. The door slammed shut, completely cutting off my escape, yet Woo Hyun-se didn’t release me. His grip remained firm as we crossed the narrow hallway until we reached the bed.

“Ugh…!”

Woo Hyun-se threw me onto the bed. Before I could even adjust myself, he was on top of me. I had noticed his larger-than-average build before, but looking up at him now, the oppressive feeling was truly palpable.

His hand pressing on my shoulder felt like it could tear my arm off, and his gaze, ever watchful, felt like it would bite my neck if I even hinted at escape. I felt less like a person and more like a creature crushed beneath a massive, four-legged beast.

I swallowed hard, my throat parched. I was terrified. Scared.  Afraid and anxious. My heart pounded, a thunderous sound that reverberated through my body, causing tremors. Even my fingertips tingled.

“I’ve never… you know… with a man before, so I might be a little clumsy.”

The darkness heightened my hearing. Only my ears were fully open.

“Please be gentle.”

“…….”

Despite being far larger than the elevator, the air felt even thinner now. I opened my mouth as if to take a deep breath.  His hand, which had been pressing on my shoulder, now cupped my chin and cheek. My soft cheek indented under his fingers. It stung, but I didn’t complain.

My eyes fluttered shut.  I didn’t need to be told; I just knew I had to. His lips covered mine, easily invading my mouth.  Our tongues met, intertwining like boneless, supple creatures.

It was my first kiss. The descriptions of fireworks weren’t an exaggeration. My legs went weak. My head felt like someone had hit me on the back of it.  Just the touch of lips and tongues, yet my lower body throbbed, my whole body feeling like it was submerged in boiling water.

I didn’t know what to do. I simply followed the rhythm of the thick mass that had entered my mouth. We tangled, we met.  When he bit and stretched my lower lip, I instinctively licked and sucked his upper lip.

Even though my face was flushed crimson from lack of breath, he didn’t pull away. Only when I tapped his forearm did he briefly separate, only to return without a moment’s hesitation.

When his lips finally parted, my nasal breathing turned into a moan. His lips found my neck, his mouth opening wide as if to devour the flesh, as if there were fruit hanging there. Shivers ran down my spine. Every hair stood on end, my toes curling inward.

His hand plunged into my pants. I flinched, grabbing Woo Hyun-se’s shoulder. He paused, his hand inside, as if checking something. He squeezed the flesh in his palm, then sat up and pulled my pants down. My face burned, and I covered my eyes with my forearm.

“You…”

It was hairless.  The skin was pinkish. The flesh was already stiff, even though he hadn’t really done anything yet.  It was as smooth and shapely as its color, perfectly formed, neither curved nor misshapen, just the right size.

“You even shaved.”

“It’s not like that…”

“I didn’t expect this kind of preparation.”

It was a misunderstanding, but he didn’t give me time to correct him. He cupped it in his hand and pulled it down.  With a gasp, I tried to close my thighs. Woo Hyun-se pushed his knee between my legs, preventing me.

I shook my head frantically, clutching his sleeve. I tried with all my might to stop him, but his hands moved relentlessly. He rubbed the head, pulled the skin all the way up and down, and when glistening droplets appeared, he rubbed the opening with his thumb as if crushing it.

I groaned and writhed, but I couldn’t escape his hands and body. My head swam, and every time my wrist moved, my buttocks tightened, the flesh rising. I pushed the sheets with my feet, whimpering for him to stop, but Woo Hyun-se, as if entranced, simply looked down at me, his hands moving.

It was completely different from self-pleasure. His grip was hot and forceful, inflicting pain, then digging his fingers into the center of the head, causing my tailbone to throb and a sensation of urgency to rise from my testicles.

“Ah, really, ah…!”

My back arched, creating a gap between me and the bed.  A gasp escaped me as a milky fluid spurted out like a water pistol from the tip of the flesh that had been tightly held in his hand.  A spasm ran through my pelvis. The white fluid scattered across my sunken navel and flour-like belly.

I reached my peak much sooner than usual. It was intense and lingering. I kept my eyes squeezed shut, my head turned to the side. My ears and collarbone were flushed crimson. I gasped for breath, like someone who had just sprinted a short distance.

I was so embarrassed I could die. If only there were sand, I’d bury myself like a grave, hide my head, but there was nowhere to hide on the bare expanse of the bed. Instead, I covered my eyes with my forearms.

“…….”

The silence was unsettling, so I slowly lowered my arms. Woo Hyun-se, standing on his knees, stared down at his palm. Semen clung to it, so much that it dripped thickly between his fingers like honey. In the dark room, only the stream of semen falling onto my thigh seemed strangely bright.

As if sensing my gaze, Woo Hyun-se looked up.  His expression was obscured by the darkness, but I knew he was looking at me.

Woo Hyun-se unfastened his own buckle. As he pulled down his half-erect flesh, I widened my eyes, thinking I must be mistaken, glancing between his face and his lower body.

Even though it wasn’t fully erect, it was impressively large for his build. The vaguely visible outline resembled his nose exactly. Like his slightly curved nose bridge, the middle of the shaft was particularly full.

Suddenly, the videos I’d watched flashed before my eyes. Where did I put that…

I thought escaping now, abandoning my plan, was the only way to ensure my safety, but Woo Hyun-se lowered his semen-covered hand. The way he cupped the shaft with his wet hand was incredibly erotic, far beyond anything I’d seen in the videos.  Heat surged to the top of my head.

As if sensing my internal conflict, Woo Hyun-se grabbed my ankle with his other hand. It was like a snare trapping an animal’s leg, a tough wire that would never loosen, pulling me towards him. I was helpless.

Each time his fingers stirred inside, there was a squelching sound. Thanks to the gel I’d bought at the convenience store, the swollen sac and plump shaft, and the reddened inner thighs were all soaking wet. When his fingers withdrew, the clear gel followed, dripping down the groove.

It hurt, it was overwhelming, it was exhausting. My whole body had been red for a long time. My ankle was bitten; neat rows of teeth marks encircled my prominent ankle bone. My calves and knees were also sucked, leaving red marks like mosquito bites.

One finger was bearable. Two was difficult, but I endured. With the third, I bit my wrist and whimpered. His fingers invaded, tearing and rubbing the mucous membrane, thrusting in and out at the entrance, then pressing deep inside, causing my already-spent lower body to tense again.

It was unfamiliar, painful, and throbbing, yet my dick moved involuntarily. Every time his fingers bent inside, the shaft bobbed towards my navel. It was a sight I couldn’t bear to look at, so I kept my head turned away.

“Just… just put it in.”

I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted to cry, and tears were indeed welling up, wetting my thick eyelashes.