The Irreversible Minute
"Haa… Senior… We really shouldn’t be doing this."
"What… exactly are we doing?"
"Still, if Jung-hoon sees us like this, he’ll definitely misunderstand."
"Jung-hoon… probably won’t be here that soon, right?"
"Huh? What do you mean…"
"Jung-hoon’s… pretty busy right now."
At Tae-seok’s words, Mi-jin tilted her head in confusion.
Just then, Tae-seok’s hand slid boldly beneath her skirt.
When his fingers brushed the inside of her thigh, Mi-jin’s body jolted as if struck by electricity.
"Haaht… Senior… Where is your hand going? Seriously… we can’t do this."
Mi-jin instinctively grabbed his hand.
Even as she clutched his hand tightly, Tae-seok’s fingers hovered teasingly along the edge of her panties, never quite touching.
With every breath, Mi-jin’s chest rose and fell softly. Sweat-slicked heat passed between their hands.
Yet she couldn’t resist the thrilling pleasure radiating from his touch. Her legs parted slightly of their own accord, and the strength drained from her grip.
"So… it really can’t happen?"
"Hnnng~ It can’t. Senior… please…"
His hand crept higher, right in front of her panties, but now she couldn’t stop him.
Her mind screamed that she had to pull away, yet the moment his fingertips brushed the edge of the fabric, Mi-jin let out a soft moan. "Haaang…"
The inner flesh of her thighs gently contracted and released, sending a faint warmth to his fingers.
"You’re… already wet."
Mi-jin curled inward, caught between shame and pleasure.
No—she had already surrendered to the pleasure, yet the sight of her desperately clinging to that last thread of reason sent another strange thrill through Tae-seok.
"Senior… haang… Senior… If you keep this up, I… haaang… I really don’t know what to do…"
Her face was now right in front of his.
Tae-seok cupped her face with both hands.
Mi-jin naturally turned to meet his gaze. The moment she realized what he intended, she shook her head.
"We really can’t. Hiiing~"
Her voice trembled thinly.
Why… why am I like this? I want to kiss this senior. I want to be held by him. What do I do…
Her eyes wavered with anxiety and shame, but her flushed cheeks and quickened breaths betrayed her desire.
As she expected, his lips drew closer.
"Senior, please… mmph…"
From experience, she knew: once the emotion value exceeded 30, she wouldn’t be able to refuse his body.
Before Mi-jin could finish speaking, Tae-seok’s lips completely covered hers.
"Mmm…!"
She flinched for an instant but didn’t pull away. The moment their lips touched, she wrapped both arms around his neck and sank deeper into the kiss herself.
Her tongue moved more aggressively than his, slipping into his mouth to seek out and lick and suck on his tongue.
Sweet, wet saliva mingled inside their mouths.
One of Tae-seok’s hands slid beneath her blouse and firmly squeezed her soft, elastic breast. Every time his fingers dug deep and kneaded, Mi-jin’s body twitched in small spasms.
"Haung…!"
Without breaking the kiss, Mi-jin gasped for breath and pressed her body even closer against his chest.
So Mi-jin had breasts like this…
Tae-seok pictured her chest in his mind based on the sensation in his palm. Her breast changed shape under his grip, yielding and being pressed, while her hardened nipple reacted sensitively, threatening to slip between his fingers.
Though she kept her eyes tightly shut in embarrassment, her hips moved back and forth on their own, rubbing against the hard length beneath his clothes.
Tae-seok pinched her nipple hard between his thumb and forefinger while deepening the kiss into something rougher. The moans escaping Mi-jin’s mouth grew sweeter and wetter.
The warmth of the object pressing against her buttocks traveled up her spine, making the nape of her neck tense.
"Mmm… haa… Senior…"
Before she knew it, Tae-seok’s hand had slipped back under her skirt and was slowly pulling her thin panties down to the middle of her thighs.
"Senior… You’re not really… You’re not that kind of person, right?"
Tae-seok lightly bit her ear and whispered in a low voice.
"Got it… If you don’t want it, I won’t do it."
Once the panties were removed, the sensation beneath her buttocks became even clearer—familiar yet entirely new.
She guessed it was a man’s penis, but its length and thickness far exceeded anything she had imagined.
The sound of Tae-seok’s sweatpants being pulled down to his knees reached her ears.
He lifted one of Mi-jin’s legs so her thigh wrapped around his waist.
Her now-bare sex pressed directly against his shaft.
"Haaak~ What is this really… hnnng…"
When Tae-seok’s hot, hard member rubbed along her soft folds, an intense pleasure she had never felt before spread through her entire body.
Even without penetration, the sensation of her sex touching his shaft was on an entirely different level from anything she had experienced.
"Hnnng… It’s so… hot…"
Her sex tingled. It was the kind of itch that demanded to be scratched, yet she feared that scratching it would end everything.
She clenched her teeth and tried to swallow her moans, but her hips moved on their own, seeking his shaft with her sex.
She was going crazy with the need to have it inside her.
"Senior… You really can’t put it in there. Don’t put it in."
Her words sounded less like a refusal and more like a desperate plea for him to do exactly that.
But Tae-seok didn’t insert it. His glans parted her soft folds and stimulated her clitoris; his shaft rubbed against her entire sex, yet he never pushed inside.
That only drove her crazier.
"Senior… haaang~ Senior… I… I think I’m going crazy. What do I do…"
"I’m going crazy too."
Tae-seok’s voice had grown rough.
"I’m trying so hard not to put it in. Your pussy is so wet and slippery and feels so good… Holding back like this is really hell."
Mi-jin shook her head.
You idiot… If it’s that hard, just put it in!
She wanted to say it, but couldn’t bring herself to.
Her hips rocked more lewdly against him. Every time she rubbed her sex against his massive shaft, wet sounds echoed through the room.
"Ahang~ Ahang~"
Please put it in. I’m losing my mind. Whether I’m your friend’s girlfriend or whatever… after making me like this, why…
Her thighs trembled, and her sex repeatedly clenched, trying to draw his shaft inside.
"Really… you can’t put it in."
She kept asking for his promise, yet it sounded as if she were constantly saying, Even like this, you still won’t put it in?
Finally, Tae-seok spoke into her ear.
"Is it really not allowed? Can’t I put it in just once?"
"!!!"
The moment she heard those words, Mi-jin realized they were exactly what she had been dying to hear.
"Mi-jin… I’ll only put it in for one minute. I’m really suffering right now. I won’t move, I promise."
It was an absurd suggestion. The moment he entered, one minute would never hold. And the promise not to move was even less likely to be kept.
They both knew it.
Yet right now, those words worked on her. She was almost grateful he had said them—because it meant they could each shoulder only half the responsibility.
"Then… just one minute."
"Yeah… one minute."
"You’re only putting it in. You can’t move."
"Right. Just putting it in…"
Mi-jin closed her eyes. She held her breath. And waited.
"Got it. I’ll stay like this. If you lift your hips a little, Mi-jin, it’ll go in."
Mi-jin clenched her teeth. Her expression showed both embarrassment and the silent question, You mean I have to do it myself?
But Tae-seok remained still, waiting for her next move.
"Seriously, Senior…"
Her words never finished.
Her already-wet sex was desperately waiting for insertion.
Mi-jin clenched her teeth. One hand on Tae-seok’s shoulder, the other covering her mouth, she slowly lifted her hips.
Strength gathered in her lower abdomen, causing her entrance to part slightly. She guided his hot glans to her opening herself.
"Haa… haa… Really… only one minute."
She squeezed her eyes shut and slowly lowered her hips.
"Uuuu…!"
The instant Tae-seok’s glans pushed open her tight entrance, Mi-jin’s back arched like a bow. His shaft was far thicker and hotter than she had imagined.
Inch by inch, as it slowly pushed inside, her inner walls were forced open, exploding with overwhelming pressure and pleasure. She couldn’t even make proper sounds—her breath caught in her throat.
"Ah! Ah~ It’s too… big… It won’t… all fit… It hasn’t all gone in yet, right?"
"Yeah. Not even halfway."
The overwhelming thickness made her feel completely filled, turning her mind white. She lowered her hips further until she had taken him all the way to the base.
"Hnnng…!"
The moment he was fully buried, Mi-jin’s body convulsed violently. It was astonishing that her body could be filled so completely.
Her sex clenched tightly around Tae-seok’s shaft, twitching, and overflowing love juices soaked his thighs.
With her face buried in his shoulder, she trembled uncontrollably.
"Senior… it’s so… deep… I’m so full inside… I think I’m going crazy…"
She tried to lift and lower her hips slightly, but Tae-seok grabbed her buttocks firmly and stopped her.
"Don’t move. If you do, I won’t be able to hold back either. Let’s just stay like this for one minute, like we promised."
Mi-jin shook her head in disbelief.
"You already put it in… What’s the point?"
"I don’t know either… but I feel like we should. You’re… my friend’s girlfriend, after all."
Tae-seok knew his own words were nonsense. But he wanted to say them anyway. He wanted to see the girl he had liked for so long move on his body of her own accord. Even if she didn’t, he wanted to torment her enough that she would come back to him again. That, he thought, would make Jung-hoon regret leaving his girlfriend in front of him so carelessly.
With her face buried in his chest, Mi-jin pleaded in a small voice.
"Okay. Fine. Let’s just stay like this. Then… we haven’t done anything."
Was nonsense contagious?
Mi-jin was saying they hadn’t done anything, even though she had personally taken his shaft inside her sex.
She needed a loophole to deceive herself about having an affair with another man while she had a boyfriend.
She tried moving her hips ever so slightly back and forth. That simple motion alone made his shaft rub against her most sensitive spot, sending intense pleasure through her.
Mi-jin trembled, desperately trying to swallow her moans. She held her breath, but her chest swelled and a small, tearful gasp inevitably escaped.
Even moving this little feels so good… Why do we have to do this? This is… torture.
The promise not to move and the desire to move clashed inside her body. She didn’t even understand why she was trying so hard to keep an impossible promise from the start, yet she did it anyway.
She hugged Tae-seok’s neck even tighter. The more she pulled him in, the deeper he went.
And the one minute had already long since passed.
