IF: Choi Deok-hun (2)
In the silent bedroom, the only sounds were the two of us panting roughly. The sweet yet fishy aftertaste of sex still stung my nostrils, but inside my chest a cold wave crashed in and left everything freezing.
The news that Choi Deok-hun was moving away was not simply a matter of distance for me.
It meant the disappearance of the only stimulus that had been holding me up—the master who had taught me what it meant to be a woman.
The conviction flashed through my mind that rather than return to a bland daily life without him, it would be better to spend the rest of my life panting beneath him.
I looked up at Choi Deok-hun with trembling eyes. Clutching desperately at the thick forearm of the man leaning against the headboard and looking down at me, I undid the last safety lock of my own life.
“Uncle… just do it bare from now on.”
“Hmm?”
Choi Deok-hun narrowed his eyes as if annoyed and glanced down at me. His gaze lingered on my wet lashes and the lips that quivered faintly.
“Bare? What do you mean?”
“Don’t use a condom… Just pour everything of yours inside me.”
The words leaving my mouth were not simple permission. They were a declaration that I would offer him everything.
Choi Deok-hun’s eyes lit with interest as he looked me over. He brushed the sweat-damp hair stuck to my forehead aside.
“Park A-yeong. Do you even understand what you’re saying right now? You want me to cum inside?”
“Yes. Your cock… your seed… fill me up right here… fill this place completely.”
A deep smile spread across his face.
“So you want me to turn you into a body that can’t live without me, into a woman carrying my child. That way even if I move, I won’t throw you away, right?”
The moment my desperate, filthy plea ended, Choi Deok-hun burst into a huge laugh and climbed on top of me.
We had fucked countless times, yet the atmosphere now was different from usual. The breathing… the burning eyes…
It felt like he was watching something precious while simultaneously claiming complete ownership of me.
“A-yeong. If we start now, I’m going all the way. Don’t even think about going back to how things were.”
“Yeees…”
There was no barrier left. The raw, red, massive glans pressed hotly against my already soaked, twitching entrance.
Squelch—
“Hnnngh, ah…!”
The instant his heavy cockhead replaced the cool air, my lower belly twitched with a sharp thrill. Choi Deok-hun gripped my waist hard enough to break it and drove in without a single hesitation.
Shlick—!
“Hyaaaang!! Uncle, Uncllee…!”
A wet sound and a scream burst out together. Without the foreign feel of rubber, his hot, hard flesh stuck tightly to my insides and pulsed.
My walls contracted madly as if trying to memorize every vein, swallowing him whole.
This raw joining I had never felt before went beyond pleasure and almost inspired awe.
Slap—! Squish, squelch—!
“Haa, Park A-yeong, you’ve really lost it, haven’t you? You’re clamping down even tighter than usual. I almost came just now! You bitch in heat!”
Choi Deok-hun roared like a beast and slammed his hips mercilessly. The bed frame screamed and slammed against the wall, filling the room.
Thud, thud—! Creak!
“Ah, aah! Hnn, haaung! Too, too deep…! Your cock is… kyu— kyu— hitting it…! Haaang!”
The raw sound of flesh striking flesh rang out without pause. Crushed under his massive weight, breath rose to my throat, yet I only clung tighter around his neck.
The sticky friction of bare skin and the thick reek of pheromones completely paralyzed my reason.
His eyes burned, but instead of pure destruction they were filled with a stubborn possessiveness—the will to make something precious completely his.
That scorching gaze felt like it would burn me, yet under it I felt perfect safety.
“Hey, look at this. See how your insides are going crazy trying to milk me dry? Huh? Answer me!”
He hiked one of my legs higher and ravaged even deeper. My flushed entrance swallowed and spat his huge cock over and over, spraying white-foamed juices everywhere.
The sight that should have shamed me now only drove me into frantic heat.
“I can see it… hyaaaang! I can see myself swallowing your cock… all of it! Deeper, push it all the way in! It’s fine if you knock me up, just pour every last drop of yours into me!”
My desperate begging pushed Choi Deok-hun’s thrusts to their peak. He pinned both my wrists above my head with one hand and, like a beast, bit and licked my neck and breasts while driving into the final spurt.
Thwack— smack— thump—!!
“Haa… haa… Park A-yeong, I’m cumming…! I’m dumping it all inside, so don’t spill a single drop—take every bit!”
“Uggghhh—!!!”
His massive body convulsed and slammed against the deepest part of me, the mouth of my womb. At the same time a thick, scalding flood poured in like a waterfall.
Without any thin barrier, the sensation of his semen warming and filling me stirred emotions I could not put into words.
Once, twice, three times… he did not stop, pouring everything he had into me. The heavy swelling in my belly made me twist my hips and roll my eyes back white.
Even after the sex ended he stayed buried inside me for a long time. Sweat dripped onto my chest, and the thick after-scent of sex hung heavy in the room.
Beneath him I panted thinly, savoring the warmth that filled me completely.
I could no longer go back. College student Park A-yeong, Lim Se-yeong’s friend—both were slowly vanishing together with the hot semen still inside me.
All that remained was a filthy bitch who carried Choi Deok-hun’s seed and spread her legs at his command.
I stared at the ceiling with empty eyes and smiled. Se-yeong would come looking for me at the café again on the weekend, but it no longer mattered. A heavy brand left by Choi Deok-hun was already carved into my belly.
I cradled the precious thing inside my stomach and shed tears I could not explain.
Several days passed. Deep inside my body the heavy mark Choi Deok-hun had left that night still remained. The eyes reflected in the mirror looked far more vacant than before, and my lips curved in a languid arc as if trained by someone’s greedy touch.
I knelt in front of Father, who sat on the living-room sofa. He looked up from his newspaper, adjusted his glasses at his daughter’s sudden seriousness, and stared down at me.
“Dad, I have something to tell you.”
“What is it, looking so serious?”
“I… have someone I’m seeing. Someone I’m seriously thinking about a future with.”
Father cleared his throat in surprise. When he asked who, I took a deep breath and spoke the name.
“It’s Uncle Deok-hun. Choi Deok-hun.”
The air in the living room froze solid. Father’s eyes shook wide with shock. He could never have imagined that the name of his close younger brother—the man who sometimes dropped by for drinks—would come from his daughter’s mouth as “lover.”
“What? Are you in your right mind right now? Deok-hun… that bastard with you?”
“He’s opening a new shop when he moves this time, and I want to go with him. So… I’m going to live with him at the place he’s moving to.”
“No! Absolutely not! He’s practically the same age as your father!”
Father trembled with betrayal and raged, but my heart had long since been trained by Choi Deok-hun’s rough hands. The angrier Father became, the more a strange thrill of transgression rose inside me.
If he knew that the younger brother he trusted and cherished was actually pouring his semen into his daughter’s body every night, would Father collapse, or would he try to kill me? That sadistic fantasy only excited me more.
In the end Father clutched the back of his neck and sank down. Without hesitation I went into my room and packed.
I dumped every major textbook piled on the desk into the trash. In their place I filled the bag with the flashy clothes and underwear Choi Deok-hun had bought me, along with the toys.
I opened my phone and checked Lim Se-yeong’s and Kim Hui-yeong’s numbers. Worried messages filled the screen, but I sent no reply.
The Park A-yeong they knew had already vanished on that bed a few days ago. Without hesitation I blocked both numbers. Se-yeong’s clear eyes rose in my mind and my chest ached for a moment, but the thick sensation Choi Deok-hun had left deep in my lower belly erased the pain in an instant.
“Dad, I’m sorry, but I’m leaving.”
Leaving the dazed man behind, I dragged my suitcase out the front door. Choi Deok-hun’s car was already running and waiting. Sitting in the driver’s seat, he swept a lewd gaze over me, and I shivered lightly.
“Did you tell your father properly? Hyung-nim must have been pretty shocked.”
He asked casually. I climbed into the passenger seat and answered.
“Yes, Uncle. He said some things, but…”
I stroked my lower belly with one hand.
“Well… if I bring him a grandchild, it should be fine, right?”
Choi Deok-hun roughly kneaded my thigh in satisfaction and stepped on the accelerator. The house growing distant and the broken father rose in my mind. The scenery in the rearview mirror shrank and then vanished.
I rested my head against the window and smiled. A place with no friends, no family. Only a life of whimpering beneath him and receiving his seed.
The car tore through the darkness, racing without hesitation toward the place where I would be with him.