IF: Choi Deok-hun (3) — A Life of Pleasure
My sense of time had long since dulled. When I flipped through the calendar, four months had already slipped by.
While everyone else was savoring the romance of campus life and living out their freshman days, I had filed for a leave of absence without ever once crossing the threshold of a lecture hall.
The future I once dreamed of remained nothing more than a distant memory, like books left unopened on a shelf somewhere.
Choi Deok-hun’s new café sat in a reasonably bustling spot on the outskirts of Gyeonggi Province. On the surface it looked like any ordinary place, yet for me it had become a special space where the everyday and the extraordinary lived side by side.
Every morning I woke to the heat of Choi Deok-hun’s body, then stood behind the counter in the thin, flashy maternity dress he had chosen for me.
“A-yeong, go make me a cup of coffee.”
On a drowsy afternoon with no customers, Choi Deok-hun called to me from the corner of the counter. In the face of a presence that felt far denser than it had four months ago, my lower body instinctively grew wet. By now even the tone of his voice or the weight of his footsteps was enough to make my body react at once.
Four months of never once skipping raw sex had left a clear mark on my body. My lower belly had begun to swell with a proper curve.
Inside it, his seed had taken root.
“Yes, Uncle.”
On the wrist that offered him the coffee, the expensive bracelet he had fastened the day I left everything behind still glittered. Having severed every link to the outside world, my entire universe now consisted of this café and him alone.
Sometimes, when I caught the lively faces of freshmen on the TV news, the thought Would I have lived like that too? would flicker through my mind—only to scatter like mist the moment Choi Deok-hun’s rough hand covered my swollen belly.
“Heh, look at this little thing. Must take after me—feels like it’s growing fast.”
He laughed in that unpleasant way of his, yet the hand stroking my belly was almost unbearably gentle. It was hard to believe this was the same man who used to grab my hair and ruthlessly drive into me on the bed.
But I knew the fierce possessiveness hidden inside that gentle touch. The child in my belly was the bond that would tie me to him forever.
“Uncle… I think I felt it kick. It’s so strong—must take after you.”
The words leaving my mouth were now both affectionate and sticky. Watching me coo at him with eyes full of strange longing, Choi Deok-hun let out a satisfied chuckle.
“Of course it is—whose seed is it? You just forget every other thought, raise this thing properly, and keep having sex with me. Got it?”
He still roughly gripped my chin and kissed me. The faint scent of saliva and the overwhelming weight of his presence.
On weekends Lim Se-yeong’s face would sometimes surface. Those clear eyes that had come to the café trying to persuade me. By now he was probably enjoying his first summer break.
Between that world and this one now stood a vast gulf that could never be crossed.
“Uncle… tonight again… you’ll fill me all the way up, right? The baby seems to like your energy.”
Even as my belly grew, my lewdness showed no sign of dying. If anything, the strange sense of taboo that came with being pregnant only stimulated me more fiercely. Choi Deok-hun slipped a hand under the hem of my dress and muttered low.
“You’re really something, A-yeong. Not even a speck of hiding left in you now. Khuhuhuhu.”
Satisfied, he slid his hand inside my panties and slowly fondled the place that jutted out. The sharp shame he gave me only became more stimulation, heating me all the way into my swollen belly.
I pressed myself tightly against him, arms around his neck, and burrowed deeper into the arms of this monstrous man who had swallowed my entire life whole.
No future, no dreams, no friends. Only the sticky sex that repeated every day, his blood growing inside me, and the fierce peace he granted me—those alone were the sole proof of my existence.
Even past seven in the evening, the midsummer sun still blazed without losing its force, baking the ground. After locking the café door and stepping out, the air mixed fierce heat with damp humidity that clung stickily to the skin.
I naturally linked my arm through Choi Deok-hun’s thick one as we walked.
My noticeably rounded belly made my steps a little slower, yet the solid bulk of him supporting me at my side made me fall into the illusion that we were a newlywed couple with nothing in the world to envy.
Passersby would see us as nothing more than a couple with a large age gap, but the reality under my dress was far more blatant than anything they could imagine.
“Uncle, it’s really hot today. I just want to shower and get into bed already.”
I pretended to be worn out by the heat and pressed my body against his side. Then I quietly slid the hand that was linked with his downward. People passed by on the street now and then, yet those very gazes only stoked my sense of taboo.
Near the pocket of Choi Deok-hun’s pants, I lightly brushed the tip of my finger along the firm area of his crotch. The heat of his body transmitted through the thin fabric made my fingertips tingle.
“Hey, Park A-yeong. What the hell do you think you’re doing out on the street?”
Choi Deok-hun scolded me in a low voice as he looked down. But rather than rejection, his tone carried a mix of flustered excitement. Pretending not to hear, I instead pressed the whole of my palm openly against his heavy length and whispered.
“Uncle, earlier I cleaned myself out all the way in the back… just for you.”
“What…?”
“I wanted to make you feel good no matter where your cock went in… so I got ready.”
I stuck out my tongue and gave him a playful look. At my provocative confession, Choi Deok-hun’s breathing roughened. Under the blazing sun, the curve of my belly showing through the thin dress and the secret seduction happening beneath it were driving him crazy—I knew it.
I pressed my lips right against his ear and let an even stickier voice spill out.
“When we get home… do whatever you want to me. Don’t go easy just because I’m pregnant. You have to pack me full, nice and tight, with what’s yours. Got it?”
As if he could no longer hold back, Choi Deok-hun seized my waist hard enough to crush it. His strides grew faster and faster.
“Walk a little slower!”
“How am I supposed to walk slow right now? Hurry up. I can’t take it.”
Every time his rough hand brushed over my swollen belly, I felt a sharp, ringing pleasure deep in my lower abdomen.
Under the pouring sunlight, without caring about anyone’s eyes, we headed for the most vulgar and most comfortable home that belonged only to us.
University lecture halls and the laughter of friends no longer meant anything to me.
Only the child growing inside me and the overwhelming thing of this man that would ravage every corner of my body tonight—those alone were what I truly wanted.
I nestled even deeper into his arms and waited for the fierce wave of pleasure that would soon crash over me.
The moment the front door opened, even the cold blast of the air conditioner could not cool our heat. Choi Deok-hun gave me no chance to set down my bag; he roughly shoved me against the wall. The reddened sunlight of the outside stretched long through the living-room window.
“Dinner… aren’t we eating dinner, Uncle?”
I asked while panting hard; instead of answering he roughly yanked down the zipper of my dress. With a sharp rip the flimsy fabric screamed open, exposing the white line of my spine to the cool air.
“Is food what matters right now? After you tempted me like that out on the street, you think I can hold back?”
Mindful of my belly yet still firm, he laid me down on the bed. The four-month swell pressed against me, but even that sensation had become stimulation now.
Choi Deok-hun made me lift my legs, then roughly checked the rear I had prepared in advance with his fingers.
“It’s true. You cleaned it out perfectly, you cunning little bitch.”
“Hnnngh, ah…! Uncle, since this morning… I’ve been getting ready thinking of you. If it’s there… I can take all of yours deeper, without leaving a drop.”
At my lewd confession Choi Deok-hun’s patience hit bottom. He squeezed out a long stream of lube and roughly worked it in. Then he shoved his massive, rock-hard cock into the hole that fluttered wet with gel.
Schlick—! Squish—!!
“Hyaah!! Uncle, Uncle…!”
A scream burst out. Emptied by the enema, my inner walls took him exactly as he was. The fierce pain of the rough friction quickly turned into pleasure that shook my brain and poured down like a waterfall.
Slap—! Squish, squelch—!
“Hey, Park A-yeong. You’ve really lost it, haven’t you? A pregnant bitch clamping down this hard while getting fucked from behind… how am I supposed to leave you alone, huh?”
Choi Deok-hun mercilessly snapped his hips. My swollen belly bounced against the mattress, and the vibration felt as if it were transmitted straight to the child inside me. I had long since thrown away any sense of shame.
“Haa, haa… Uncle, harder… fuck me harder! I’m… the bitch that drinks your cum! Even with your baby in my belly I’m this horny… I’m a dirty person!”
The vulgar words exploding from my mouth only fanned Choi Deok-hun’s sadism further. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanked my head back, and breathed hot against my ear as he put on a final spurt.
Slap, slap—! Squish!
“Yeah! This is why I fuck you! Park A-yeong, for the rest of your life you’ll spread your legs under me and just squirt water! Got it?”
“Yes, yesss…! I’ll live my whole life taking your seed! Without you… without that huge cock… I might die! Haaang! I’m coming, I’m going…!”
At the peak, Choi Deok-hun’s massive body convulsed and poured hot liquid into the deepest part of me. The sensation of his sticky semen warming and filling my insides.
His child in front, his semen packing the rear. I felt myself completely subordinate to him with my entire body, and a strange satisfaction bloomed.
For a long while he panted roughly above me, then quietly stroked my sweat-damp belly. That touch was still so tender it raised goosebumps; I trembled at the dissonance and smiled.
Now I understood. What had waited at the end of the road I took four months ago, leaving my father behind, was not ruin but a life paved with the pleasure I had so desperately craved. And that life was more than fine.
With a languid expression I gazed at the red sunset outside the window. The world would keep flowing peacefully, yet inside this bedroom I would live as nothing but a bitch that whimpered for Choi Deok-hun’s cock. And that, for the me of now, was the greatest blessing of all.