Travel (3): Closed Paradise
Beyond the private villa’s windows, Jeju’s black night sea swelled and rolled, yet the heat sealed inside the closed room boiled far hotter still.
On the last night of February, this strange trip had never been about sightseeing from the start; it was already devolving into an unabashed dialogue of flesh.
Before the scalding heat of the jacuzzi had even begun to fade, Choi Deok-hun scooped up my still-dripping, trembling body and flung me onto the living-room sofa.
The moment my body sank into the soft cushions, he roughly forced my thighs apart and drove himself between them.
Squelch— rip—
The still-damp competition swimsuit scraped against the sofa fabric, spitting out lewd, wet sounds.
Choi Deok-hun’s thick fingers shoved the tightly stretched crotch of the swimsuit aside, baring the secret place that had been hidden beneath.
“Uncle, ah, you can’t… the sofa…!”
“Doesn’t matter. It’s all going to get soaked anyway.”
He immediately rammed his heavy length into me in one brutal stroke.
Thrust—
“Haaahnnn!”
Pinning my upper body down, Choi Deok-hun snapped his hips mercilessly; I clawed at the sofa cushions and screamed.
Slap— slap—
Every time the sofa rocked, droplets carried over from the jacuzzi sprayed across the living-room floor.
Without a moment’s rest the heat moved to the dining table.
He sat me on the tabletop, cracked open a bottle of wine bought from the mart, and took a long swig, holding the cold liquid in his mouth. Then he gripped my chin and crushed his lips against mine.
Gulp— gulp—
“Mmmp—”
The cold, sweet wine pooled in his mouth poured down my throat in a scorching rush. The alcohol, mixed with his saliva, spread through my entire body while his tongue relentlessly scoured every corner of my mouth.
I tried to push at his shoulders for air, but he only seized my waist and laid me flat across the table.
A plastic bottle toppled off the edge with a dull thud, yet neither of us stopped.
“Hnnngh…”
Through the haze of alcohol his heavy presence once again speared through me. On the cold tabletop I moaned and clung to him.
Even as the sky outside turned a pale blue with Friday’s dawn, Choi Deok-hun kept driving into me like a beast.
“A-yeong, look. If we hadn’t used protection you’d definitely be pregnant right now. Heh heh.”
Every time his low voice brushed my ear I forgot shame and locked my arms tighter around his neck. The “Park A-yeong” Lim Se-yeong knew was nowhere in this room.
Only a bitch panting for pleasure, craving deeper stimulation, was screaming beneath Choi Deok-hun.
Well past noon, the fierce Jeju sunlight pouring through the living-room picture window stabbed at my eyes. When I finally managed to open them, the first things I felt were crushing exhaustion and the clammy, foreign residue clinging to every corner of my body.
Traces of the storm of sex that had raged from last night into the early hours of this morning were visible all over me.
“Aaahh… so sore…”
Trying to sit up sent a pain through my lower back as if it might snap. My stomach felt hollow, as though I hadn’t eaten for days, yet my body still felt crushed under Choi Deok-hun’s heavy heat.
Clutching my waist, half-lidded eyes, I gulped water in the kitchen. After catching my breath I looked toward the sunlit window.
“Ugh… look at this mess…”
The villa was utter chaos. On the sofa my competition swimsuit, heavy with last night’s water, lay discarded like a shed skin.
I turned toward the kitchen. Near the table, plastic bottles rolled among torn condom wrappers scattered like flower petals.
Wet towels and crumpled tissues strewn across the floor proved just how completely we had lost our minds and clung to each other.
“Ugh… so sticky.”
Leaving the deeply sleeping Choi Deok-hun on the bed, I staggered toward the bathroom.
“Ow, ow… I feel like I’m melting.”
Standing under the shower I let the hot water hit me. The red, inflamed marks on my shoulders and the chafed insides of my thighs stung every time the spray touched them.
When I glanced at the mirror my eyes looked somehow vacant. The afterglow of pleasure still seemed to linger.
I worked up soap suds and began washing away yesterday’s sensations—then the bathroom door was yanked open.
“Enjoying washing alone?”
A low, sleep-rough voice. Choi Deok-hun. His massive, completely naked body shoved into the narrow shower stall. His scent mixed with the hot steam and the air instantly thickened.
“Uncle… please, not now. I’m exhausted…”
My frail resistance vanished the instant his thick palm snared my waist. My soap-slick body was pressed flush against his solid chest.
Under the cascading water his hot hands began roaming every inch of me again.
“Exhausted, my ass. Your body’s reacting so honestly.”
Every time his fingers dug into my wet skin, stifled moans echoed off the bathroom walls. In the end I had to take him again, back against the tile wall, under the pouring water.
Whether he had come in to wash or to start all over again, a long stretch of time passed before we finally left the shower.
Barely finished, I reached for the clothes left on the bed—only for Choi Deok-hun’s huge hand to snatch my wrist.
“Don’t put clothes on.”
“What? We still have to eat lunch, and we need to go outside…”
“We’re not going out today.”
He casually yanked the clothes from my hand and tossed them to the floor. Then he plucked a thin shower robe hanging in the corner and dropped it over my head.
“Delivery’s almost here. Just throw that on loosely.”
“Huh? What do you mean…”
Right then the doorbell rang. Choi Deok-hun sprawled on the sofa and jerked his chin toward the door. Face burning, I wrapped the robe around my completely bare body as best I could and headed for the entrance.
I opened the door. The delivery guy stood there.
“Delivery for…”
“…Yes.”
Hiding my fluster, I snatched the bag as if grabbing it. I felt the delivery guy’s blatant gaze linger for a moment on the collarbone and upper swell of my breasts exposed by the robe before dropping away; a chill ran down my spine.
The second the door closed I exhaled roughly and leaned back against the wall.
“What took you so long? What’d the delivery guy say?”
Choi Deok-hun, stretched out on the living-room sofa, chuckled and asked mischievously. I kept my flushed face lowered and walked to the table.
The shame of facing a stranger with nothing but a robe over bare skin, mixed with the way Choi Deok-hun seemed to savor the situation, sent a strange excitement prickling low in my belly.
While I laid out the food, every time the rough lining of the robe brushed my nipples my body twitched. Choi Deok-hun rose, came up behind me, and firmly wrapped his arms around my waist over the robe.
“A-yeong, you know how slutty you look right now? Standing there in nothing but a robe, taking the food like that.”
“That’s… because you told me to…”
“Thanks to you I got a great show. I could hear the guy’s eyes popping out of his head all the way over here.”
He lightly nipped my earlobe and slid a hand inside the front of the robe.
We hadn’t even started eating, yet the moment his fingers touched me sticky nectar gushed between my thighs. After the nonstop sex since last night, my entire body seemed to have turned into one giant erogenous zone.
“Uncle… I’m hungry… can’t we eat first…?”
“I get that you’re hungry, but your lower half looks even hungrier. What am I supposed to do? You’re already this soaked.”
Choi Deok-hun snickered, sat me on a dining chair, and flung the robe wide open on both sides. In the middle of the sunlit living room at high noon I sat completely naked among the dishes set on the table.
The whole time I put food in my mouth his gaze never left my private place, and he freely reached out to stimulate my sensitive spots whenever he pleased.
Even while using chopsticks, every time his fingers thrust deep I had to scream and clutch the table edge.
“Haa, haa… Uncle, please… give me a break…”
“Break? Why? We came here to do this for three straight days.”
In the end lunch became an afterthought. Through the half-open robe nectar kept dripping, soaking the chair seat, and Choi Deok-hun, clearly satisfied by the sight, covered me once more.
Jeju’s scenery remained trapped beyond the curtains while we sank into a time of pure indulgence filled only with the thick scent of flesh and moans.
At last the two of us, exhausted beyond measure, sprawled across the bed. Our entire bodies were caked with sweat and fluids, sticking to the sheets with wet sounds; even the cold air from the air conditioner could not cool the heat between us.
As Choi Deok-hun’s ragged breathing gradually settled, he once again shoved a heavy hand between my thighs.
“A-yeong, just one more time. This time you on top…”
At his relentless voice I flinched and pulled back. I no longer had the strength to move even a single finger.
The insides of my thighs were already raw and stinging; deeper inside, the heat he had left behind burned so fiercely that sensation itself was going numb.
“Uncle… please. I really might die…”
“Die? You’re this lively.”
When Choi Deok-hun stubbornly tried to pull my waist closer, I frantically pointed at the empty boxes scattered beside the bed.
“Condoms! We’re out of condoms! The one we used at the table earlier was the last one!”
Only then did Choi Deok-hun pause and look down at the floor. Torn wrappers littered every inch of space.
We had bought what we thought was a generous supply at the mart, yet that huge quantity had been wiped out in a single day. He chewed his lip and clicked his tongue in regret.
“Tch, already gone… what a waste.”
When he finally relaxed and leaned back against the headboard, I seized the chance to burrow into his arms and soothe him as best I could.
“Uncle, we came all the way to Jeju—staying cooped up inside the villa the whole time is such a waste. We should go out and look around too.”
At my earnest plea Choi Deok-hun roughly ruffled my damp hair and gave a low laugh.
“Fine, all right. Tomorrow we’ll go out and get some air. But you’d better be ready for the night—you’ll pay for every hour you rest outside.”
His threat made my heart lurch, yet at the same time relief washed over me that tomorrow I might finally escape this sealed paradise.
I closed my eyes using his solid arm as a pillow. Inside the room thick with the scent of flesh and the aftertaste of pleasure, we began to fill Jeju’s second night with a brief sleep.