Episode 2: The Problem is Sleeping Arrangements
Episode 2) The Problem Lies in Bed
By my thirties, I had introduced a dominant bull to Da-hee and nearly lost her forever. Fortunately, she returned to me, and our relationship went back to normal.
As if we had never broken up, we celebrated anniversaries as usual and were always together. In some ways, we became even closer than before the breakup. Except for one thing—bedroom matters.
"Want me to use my mouth?"
[Image: Da-hee undressing the protagonist]
"Yeah."
On a Sunday afternoon, she slowly undressed me and laid me down naked on the bed. When I noticed my body felt sticky and asked, "Should I wash up first?" Da-hee shook her head.
"Just do it like this, then wash after."
"Okay."
I had been worried the smell might be unpleasant, but instead, Da-hee sniffed my cock and murmured, "It's an addictive scent." They say if you find your partner's natural scent appealing, it means you're genetically distant—which makes sense, given how slim, pretty, big-eyed, and sexy Da-hee is compared to me.
"Mmm..."
She licked my cock, now slick with sweat and musk. It was embarrassing. There was definitely a strong smell.
"Ah, this is awkward. Let me just wash up real quick."
"Oppa, I told you it's fine. Just relax."
She slowly licked up the shaft, then gently took the head into her mouth. Locking eyes with me, she began sucking, her wet tongue and saliva enveloping me. With her thighs spread and back arched like a cat, she teased her own nipples while keeping my cock in her mouth.
"Huuu..."
My toes curled. Da-hee bobbed her head up and down, licking and sucking meticulously as if cleaning me. After a while, she pulled off with a wet pop, letting out small moans.
"Oppa, your cock tastes so salty right now... It's turning me on."
"It's dirty, though."
"Not at all. Nothing about you is dirty."
She took me back into her mouth, sucking so hard her cheeks hollowed. My breathing grew ragged, and without thinking, I wrapped my legs around her head. Da-hee's own breath hitched—whether from suffocation or arousal, it only seemed to excite her more.
A masochistic inclination.
Da-hee always got turned on in slightly humiliating situations. I had realized this early on. Her ex, Min-ho, who had trained her, and Tae-yang, who had tamed her, both became intensely dominant in bed, demanding all sorts of play from her.
Slurp, slurp—
Folding my legs back, she deliberately made loud sucking noises, focusing on my shaft and head. Especially teasing my slit with her tongue before noisily sucking the tip, all while gently pinching my nipples to control my orgasm. I was at her mercy, unable to cum no matter how much I wanted to.
A sadistic streak.
Though Da-hee loved being degraded and dominated in bed, she also had a mischievous side reserved just for me—teasing and tormenting me playfully. She once admitted she'd learned it from Tae-yang, who had suggested, "What if you try this?" Of course, he'd also told her she had "absolutely no talent for it."
"Ahh, Da-hee, let me cum already."
It had been over 40 minutes of her relentless blowjob. My lower abdomen ached, and my brain was melting under the overwhelming pleasure of her skilled mouth. I begged her—just let me finish.
"Nope."
Instead of relenting, she sucked harder, taking me deep with wet slurps. Every time I tried to push myself over the edge, she'd either squeeze my balls tight or pull away entirely, leaving me twitching uselessly. Only when my erection started to flag would she start again.
"Huuu, haaa..."
By then, my mind was nothing but "Let me cum, let me cum." If Da-hee made a demand at this point, I'd agree to anything.
"You're handling dinner, dishes, and cleaning tonight. Then I'll let you cum."
"Y-yes, please, just let me!"
"Good. Then clench your asshole. Ready?"
"Ahh!"
The final sprint. Da-hee stroked me fast, her expression always so... strange.
A mix of mischief, pity, amusement, and disgust flickered across her face until, right as she muttered, "Hurry up and cum, Oppa. My arms hurt," my release finally shot into the air.
[Image: The protagonist ejaculating]
After nearly an hour of torment, the handjob finally ended. My prostate and asshole clenched, milking out every last drop as my cum spurted out in thick ropes. Once I finished, Da-hee carefully wiped my stomach and the mess around me with tissues, then cleaned my cock with a
"finishing fellatio."
She even swallowed the last remnants in her mouth.
...So why is this a problem?
Anyone sharp would've already guessed—this is it. There's no penetration after the blowjob and handjob. This is the entirety of our sex life. No thrusting, no pistoning. Sure, on special days or when Da-hee was particularly horny, we might have penetrative sex—but it was rare. In the last six months, we'd only done it four times. Maybe for a couple married ten years, that'd be acceptable, but we weren't even at that stage. Meanwhile, blowjobs and handjobs happened every 3-4 days.
"Da-hee... do you not enjoy sex with me?"
[Image: Da-hee's ambiguous expression]
Ah, that look!
"It's not that I dislike sex with you... It's just that at some point, I started disliking sex in general. I even feel like my own desires are kinda gross. If you want it, I'll do it. But honestly? I don't want to. Just helping you relieve yourself is enough for me."
That vaguely condescending gaze—how do I even describe it? After finishing me off, she'd rub her sore arms with that languid expression, politely but firmly rejecting any further advances. And I couldn't push back.
Sure, I'd insisted a few times, but when I did, there was no warmth in it. She'd just lie there with empty eyes, staring at the ceiling or wall as if waiting for it to be over—and my erection would die on the spot.
[Image: Da-hee's hollow stare]
Sometimes, she'd even look at me with
frightening
eyes.
[Image: Da-hee's chilling glare]
That lifeless gaze felt like an accusation—"You're the one who made me like this." It scared me so much I'd just shut my eyes tight. Eventually, I stopped asking altogether.
After our Sunday afternoon release, Da-hee would nap while I played games, watched Netflix, or scrolled on my phone. But thoughts kept surfacing:
Does Da-hee just not want to have sex with me anymore?
Or if not with me, how is she handling her own desires?
Or has she developed some kind of trauma, killing her libido entirely?
Honestly, even my own satisfaction felt incomplete. Physically, I came every 2-3 days, so that urge was handled—but emotionally, the lack of intimacy left me unfulfilled. The joy of laughing together by day and tangled in each other by night—that's what makes a couple. Though, technically, we weren't even married yet.
I know.
The root cause of all this is me. The old Da-hee wasn't like this. She used to be shy, timid, but she enjoyed sex with me—a normal girl. If I hadn't pushed her toward that bull, she wouldn't have grown to avoid sex with me like this.
Damn my netorare kink.
Once, after she found out about my porn preferences, she even said:
"Now that I know... I don't have to feel guilty about going to him, right?"
When my expression faltered, she quickly brushed it off as a joke—but what did she have to feel guilty for? I'm the one who should be sorry.
But more than that, I needed to know the real reason she avoided sex with me.
1. Was it never enjoyable with me to begin with?
2. Does she resent me for handing her to another man? (Though the bull kept his mouth shut, who knows?)
3. After tasting Tae-yang's massive size, is mine just not enough anymore?
4. Has living together killed her libido?
5. Is there already another man?
If I brought it up, Da-hee would just say "Fine, I'll do it" and climb on top—making the conversation impossible. Honestly, even if it was #5, I'd support her. But since I couldn't even ask, it just ate at me.
As promised, I cleaned the room, did the laundry, and even made dinner for her.
"Let's eat!"
"Yeah, looks delicious."
The usual Da-hee was affectionate again. And really, if I didn't insist on penetrative sex, our relationship was fine. It's just... frustrating, knowing her pussy—now probably cobwebbed—was right there.
"Oppa, do you
really
want it that badly? Inside me?"
Part 2/2
I must have been staring at Da-hee's pussy all day without realizing it. She even laughed and said, "How many times are you gonna look? Honestly. You're so obvious."
"It's just... we barely ever do penetrative sex these days."
"Why do you even want that? I take care of your urges, don't I?"
"There's emotional connection too, you know. And for a guy, there's the thrill of conquest. That feeling of becoming one flesh. The raw, primal act of thrusting deep into your most intimate place—it's filthy, and that's what makes it hot."
Maybe my words turned her on more than I expected. Shockingly, Da-hee dipped her fingers into her own slickness and smeared it across my face. Yeah, saying she had no desire at all was a lie. But then she dropped a bombshell.
"It's all because of you, oppa. I know everything."
Ah...
I tried to play dumb one last time.
"Know what?"
Da-hee didn't hesitate to twist the knife.
"Tae-yang—you picked him, didn't you? You set me up to fuck him and wreck me."
So she did know.
"I'm sorry."
Yeah. An apology I should've given six months ago. No—an apology for something I never should've done in the first place.
"I waited and waited for you to say it. But you never did. That's why I'm bringing it up now."
Of course. She'd been punishing me all along.
"I'm sorry. Really, I'm sorry."
She scoffed.
"Why are you always so slow, you idiot?"
"I'm sorry."
And just like that, for the first time since Da-hee came back, we finally had a night where we truly connected. I grabbed a condom, rolled it on, and plunged into her dripping wetness.
"Da-hee, you're burning up inside."
"I'm so turned on right now..."
Maybe it was the release of all that pent-up frustration and resentment. Both of us were insanely aroused. This was make-up sex, after all.
"Ah, fuck yeah."
Seeing Da-hee's tears stream down as her tension melted away only made me even harder. I licked those tears away and pistoned into her scorching pussy.
This is it.
I spread her thighs wide and hammered into her. Pinning both her wrists with one hand, I gave her chest a light slap—just enough to leave a faint mark. She shuddered, her nipples stiffening.
You fucking slut.
She'd known for six months. All those times I cautiously probed, wondering if she'd found out, and she'd just played along with half-truths and evasions. The shame was unbearable. And the only way I could drown it out was by fucking her even harder.
Da-hee was drenched.
Maybe it was the rough sex, but she was more turned on than ever. Her breathing grew erratic, her lips parted as she bit down on her lower lip before licking them again. Moans spilled out between gasps, her face flushed crimson.
"Oppa, why are you so good today?"
"Hah—hah—missed me that much?"
I was breathless too, but I kept pounding into her. I hadn't shaved down there, but Da-hee had gone completely bare—probably to feel him even more intensely. Either way, the lack of hair made every slap of skin against skin obscenely loud.
"Oppa, oppa, I'm—ah!"
She clutched the sheets, mouth falling open, eyes fluttering shut as her head tilted back. So this is it.
After nearly ten years together, I was finally giving Da-hee the kind of orgasm she deserved. The satisfaction was overwhelming.
This was what she needed.
All those times I'd held back, asking "Does it hurt? Should I stop?"—what a fucking idiot I'd been. This. This was it.
"Ahh... ngh, ahh! ♡"
Her hips jerked up, her entire body locking up as she trembled violently.
"Ngh!"
Her legs stiffened, then she curled in on herself, writhing through what looked like the most intense orgasm of her life. Even with me still inside her, her pussy clenched around my cock in rhythmic pulses.
Holy shit.
No handjob, no blowjob—nothing could compare to this. The way her walls fluttered around me, gripping and releasing in rapid waves, was something no technique could replicate.
Da-hee clung to me, riding out the aftershocks as pleasure visibly wracked her body. If she felt
this
level of ecstasy every time, then maybe I understood why she'd chosen Tae-yang over me. Her orgasm seemed to go on forever—40 seconds? A full minute?—her body shaking uncontrollably the entire time.
"Ngh! Ah!"
She squirted, soaking the sheets we'd just changed an hour ago. She was so lost in pleasure she'd completely forgotten.
So this is how intense it is for her.
"Oppa, I love you so much."
If men only got 1-2 seconds of climax, but women could experience this kind of overwhelming pleasure for a full minute... how addicting must that be?
Is that the real drug here?
The thought made me furious.
Maybe that was the real reason Da-hee had been avoiding sex with me.
Was she afraid of getting addicted again—to the kind of orgasms only Tae-yang could give her?
If not, then why was she trembling in this much pleasure right now?
"Cum in my mouth, oppa. If you want to."
And if not, then why had I caught her masturbating in secret late at night, whispering "Tae-yang oppa" under her breath?
< To Be Continued >