A Moment's Relief
Saturday morning. Sunlight seeping through the gap in the window tickled my eyes awake.
The alcohol from the night before left me dizzy. I pushed myself up from the bed and gulped down water in big, greedy swallows. Outside my door, something rustled.
When I opened it, Hui-yeong was packing clothes into a Boston bag. She glanced back at me.
"A-yeong, you're up? Aren't you heading home this weekend?"
Her question made me freeze.
Home. Normally, yes—I'd go back for the weekend, see the family, rest properly after a week away.
But the second I said "Yeah, I'm going," I'd be stuck traveling with Hui-yeong and Se-yeong, the three of us side by side. An entire weekend of ordinary, wholesome routine with those two.
My body couldn't handle that right now. Everything I'd held back for a week had finally cracked open with the liquor.
Ever since Choi Geon-woo's hard thigh had brushed against me—ever since that sticky, unfinished heat left behind in the bathroom stall—it had tormented me all night long.
My lewd body, thoroughly trained to crave intense stimulation, didn't want ordinary rest. It was screaming for something far rougher, far hotter.
"…Yeah. I'm just gonna crash at the apartment this week. Body feels heavy."
I looked away casually as I lied.
"Really? Okay. Eat well, see you Monday!"
Hui-yeong accepted it without suspicion, chirped a bright goodbye, and headed out the front door.
Click—
The instant the door lock engaged, I sprang off the bed like a coil. I yanked a small crossbody bag from the closet and stuffed in a change of underwear and a few clothes. My fingertips trembled with urgency.
Terrified of running into Hui-yeong or Se-yeong on the way to the station, I pulled a hat low over my face and took the opposite alley instead of my usual route.
Inside the sparsely populated weekend-morning subway car, I sat and stared blankly out the window. I texted Dad a lie. There was only one place worth lying that hard to reach.
I scrolled my contacts, found the familiar name, and hit call.
"Yeah, A-yeong. What's up?"
The thick, low voice came through before the ringtone even finished its third ring. The moment I heard it, dense memories of pressing skin to skin with him, panting like animals, flashed through my mind in a rush.
"Haa…."
A hot breath slipped out of me unbidden. After checking no one was nearby, I dropped my voice as low as it would go.
"Can I see you right now? At your place…."
"That so? After saying we shouldn't meet, you're crawling back in just a week? Heh heh heh."
"It's just… anyway, you're home, right?"
"Obviously. You say you're coming, where else would I go? Heh."
A leisurely chuckle drifted through the speaker. That easy laugh pushed the words right to the tip of my tongue—how I wanted to be crushed under that massive body and filled deep right this second.
"…I'll be there soon. Hanging up."
"Hurry."
The call ended. My flushed face stared back at me from the black phone screen.
The only thing filling my head was the need to finally release everything I'd bottled up for a week.
Already a strange anticipation stirred for the rough grip that would seize me the moment the door opened, and for the scorching thing that would tear me open.
The closer I got to the destination, the more ragged my breathing became.
I left the station, double- and triple-checked the streets for any familiar faces, then finally stepped into the familiar building.
Even the short elevator ride felt endless.
My mind was already drowning in anticipation of what was about to happen; between my legs had grown so wet I could barely stand straight.
On trembling legs I reached his front door. Before I could even press the bell, the lock clicked and the door swung gently open.
"You got here fast."
Choi Deok-hun stood there in comfortable clothes, holding the door. I took one step inside—before the door had even fully closed.
"Eut…!"
A huge hand shot out from inside and roughly snagged my waist.
Bang—
My vision spun as the front door slammed shut hard; my back slammed into the entryway wall.
No time to be startled. Rough, burning lips swallowed mine whole.
"Haa, mmph, eung…!"
No greetings. Just two starving beasts devouring each other's mouths. A thick tongue forced its way in and ransacked me without mercy. The wet sounds of mixed saliva echoed in the narrow entryway.
Every thirst I'd suppressed for days burst like a dam under that single, almost violent kiss. On tiptoe, I instinctively threw both arms around his thick neck and clung.
"Haa, ah… haa…."
Breath hitched so hard our lips finally broke apart. A thread of saliva stretched between us; hot breaths spilled across each other's faces.
As I dragged in air, something strange brushed my nose along with Deok-hun's familiar scent.
Huh…?
It wasn't simple male sweat or cologne.
It was the exact same scent that had scraped my nerves raw all week and made my lower belly clench hot—that dense, cool predator's musk, seeping faintly from Deok-hun too.
Sparks went off in my head.
Why did a similar smell come from Choi Deok-hun? Some shared trait of the characters… or pure coincidence…
"Already soaked and panting, and you've still got room to space out?"
As if he'd caught my drifting thoughts, Deok-hun growled low and bit down on the shell of my ear.
"Ahheut…!"
Whatever suspicion had flickered through my mind vanished the second he buried his face in my neck and dragged in a deep, rough breath.
That strangely familiar male scent flipped every switch in my body. I let go of the last thread of reason and sank completely into his massive frame.
My full breasts were crushed flat, spilling out of my bra.
"Our A-yeong must've been desperate."
Lunchtime had long passed, yet I felt no hunger in my stomach. The only thing ruling my entire body was the thick thing that would soothe this burning heat.
We tumbled from the entryway into the living room still tangled like animals. There was no slow, sensual undressing, no building atmosphere.
"Haa, hurry, oppa, aah, hurry…!"
Like a male and female with nothing left but the act itself, we tore at each other's clothes in a frenzy.
He yanked my top off so roughly that threads popped with a sharp tuduk, but I couldn't care less.
The bra hooks were ripped open; my own shaking hands fumbled his belt buckle and dragged his pants down in one motion.
Soft caresses or foreplay weren't needed. Just that choking kiss and the dense, strange scent rolling off him were more than enough for a body already trained to his.
Between my legs I was already so soaked that sticky fluid ran down my thighs.
My back hit the cool living-room wall; two rough hands hoisted my thighs high.
Something hot and massive as a pillar of fire dragged heavily along my wet inner thighs, about to drive in—
Right before I completely lost my mind and fell into the pit of pleasure, one last survival instinct yanked a single thread of reason taut.
"Wait, ah, no! Uncle, just a second…!"
I panted and shoved desperately against his hard chest with both hands. The dizzying urge to be skewered all the way through still ruled every inch of me, yet I stretched a trembling hand into my bag and rummaged.
"Haa, eut… this, put this on… please…."
I pressed the square packet into his chest. A condom. The last rope I still clung to, the final defense line so I wouldn't sink completely into this swamp of runaway lust.
"Ah, fuck. Seriously… you're killing me."
Choi Deok-hun, who'd been about to slam into me like a beast, let out an irritated, rough breath. But when he saw my face—eyes already wet with frustration—he clicked his tongue and tore the packet open with his teeth in one savage motion.
Even those few seconds while he hurriedly rolled the rubber on made my hips buck with need. The moment he was ready, he gripped my thighs and shoved hard.
"Eut, aaa…!"
Back braced against the solid living-room wall, I was still gasping when Deok-hun's thick forearms locked under my thighs and lifted. My toes left the floor; my view suddenly rose.
"Heut, Uncle, I'm heavy, I'll be too heavy…!"
I instinctively wrapped both arms around his broad shoulders and clung. He huffed and locked his hands even tighter around my hips.
"Instead of wasting time worrying, just hang on properly. I could hold that little body of yours up and fuck it all day without getting tired."
With my full weight on him plus gravity, he reached a depth nothing before had ever touched.
"Haa… eut, ah…! D-deep… too…!"
"It's deep, so of course you're losing it. Look at that bright-red face. How the hell did you hold out a whole week, huh?"
Every time my floating body bounced, he hammered the deepest part of my belly—kyung— kyung—. An overwhelming depth from an angle completely different from usual, so intense it stole my breath.
Even carrying my entire weight, his unshakable physique kept me suspended in midair and drove into me without mercy.
Faced with that raw power and primal dominance, all I could do was take the pleasure and scream.
"Aang! Ah, aht, haa, good, hwaaat…!"
"That's it. Playing the good girl in front of those other guys nearly killed you, didn't it? Fuck, you're squeezing like you're gonna snap it off. No need to watch anyone's face here—cry like a bitch all you want."
The nagging suspicion and suffocating tension that had been circling my head evaporated without a trace.
The moment I stopped thinking and simply let my body take over, my mind actually felt clearer.
Every layer of stress and sticky lust that had been choking me for a week was washed clean by this savage, violent pleasure.
Reduced to nothing but a female chasing pure pleasure, I let out loud, shameless moans and clung tightly to his body.