11.5 Pitifully, Earnestly, Wretchedly - Cheong-ah
The sun dipped toward the horizon, the moon beginning to rise in the twilight sky. Yet the day had not fully surrendered; the fading glow of sunset filtered through the window. A woman's alluring moans echoed through the room.
"More... harder, my husband... ah...!"
"You okay?"
"Y-yes... I can take it, my love... if it pleases you, I can endure anything."
On the bed, the two lovers—fresh from a shower that had washed away their sweat—entwined fiercely. Cheong-ah's waist and legs were folded upward, draped over Ian's shoulders. The mating press, as he'd called it. In that lewd, lascivious position, her body rocked violently.
Squelch— squelch—!
"Hah...! Ahh...! Ngh...!"
"Huff... huff...!"
"My husband... nngh, ahhh...!"
The room filled with their obscene cries, a chaotic symphony. Cheong-ah's mind went blank. Her head swam white. Every nerve in her body converged on her womb and pussy, leaving no room for thought.
"Aaaah...! Hah!"
Her breath came in ragged gasps.
"Hnnngh...! I-I can't breathe... haaaah...!"
Ian crushed his lips to hers, breathing life into her. She swallowed his breath, his saliva, feeling vitality surge into her weary body.
"Hah...! My husband... aaaah...!"
It was nothing compared to true exertion, barely qualifying as exercise. Yet each thrust of his cock, each pounding of his glans against her womb, stole her breath further, shattering her composure. A warrior prized calm and clarity above all—yet those sacred tenets had vanished. She was reduced to a bitch in heat, craving his rough invasions deeper still.
I don't care about any of that. Not now.
"My husband... ah... my husbaaand... ah...! Ngh."
His cock plunged into her pussy. The long shaft buried deep, battering her womb, pressing harder. In her empty mind, all she could do was moan his name.
Thwack— smack—!
His hips drove down, his cock slamming home. Her legs trembled on his shoulders.
"Ah, hngh...! Ahh...! Aaaaah...!"
Ian's arms braced against the headboard on either side of her, shoving his body harder into hers. Her flexible waist bent impossibly. His cock crushed her womb flat.
"I'm gonna cum, Cheong-ah...!"
"Y-yes... nyah...!"
Each thrust into her gaping hole sent sticky spurts flying. At last, his cock buried deep and unleashed thick ropes of semen inside her.
Spurt... splurt... spluuurt...!
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The long lovemaking ended, giving way to a brief respite. Ian looked utterly spent, but his cock stood rigid, proclaiming its unyielding vigor. Cheong-ah glanced at it sidelong before nestling into the arm he extended for her, using it as a pillow. The firm feel of his unflexed muscles. Gazing up at him from the crook of his embrace, she knew his face wasn't conventionally handsome. Slightly wavy, half-curly hair framed distinct features and a rugged, masculine jawline. Handsomer men were probably a dime a dozen. Like that Blade Vane fellow from the party Bella had grumbled about behind Ian's back today—too pretty and delicate for a man, she'd said.
...Bella hated pretty boys, didn't she? The way she'd stolen shy glances at her husband irked Cheong-ah to no end. Not that she understood it. Having lived her life blind, her sense of male beauty was hopelessly skewed. Women? Easy—she measured them against herself. But men... who knew what made one handsome or ugly? As long as they had a face and decent muscle, it hardly mattered.
...Was it because the first face she'd seen upon opening her eyes was his? Her ideal had locked onto his looks.
As she stared, Ian turned to her.
"What're you looking at? It's embarrassing."
His shy voice drew a soft smile from her.
"Because I like it."
"......"
Ian gaped, speechless, lips flapping. Cheong-ah giggled at his reddening ears, finding him adorable. The man who'd just ravaged her without a hint of shame now blushed at mere words.
"And you, my husband? What do you think?"
"Why ask something like that?"
His evasion narrowed her eyes. He usually answered freely—why dodge now?
...That bitch Bella's fault?
Forget purpose or whatever—she never should've urged him to take that woman! Greed had blinded her, splitting his affections in half. She'd regretted it instantly, played dumb... but their greedy husband had devoured her whole anyway.
Not his fault, though.
'She has no interest in taken men,' my ass...
Always acting carefree and slow on the uptake, but hiding a shrewd, cunning side. Ian might not realize, but Cheong-ah knew. He hid it from others, but not her—it showed plain as day.
That haggling bitch.
Her fingers on his chest tightened. Her breath quickened; she bit her lip without realizing.
Annoying.
She wanted to storm that bitch's room and claw it out. As jealousy flared—
Ian's words doused it instantly.
"...Of course I love you too."
Cheong-ah melted, body and soul. When had it started? This feeling. The thrill, the joy from his every word. At first, he was just a gullible mark to exploit. When he restored her sight, a fish hooked by her body as bait.
...When, really?
How, why had she fallen this hard? No reason, no trigger. It had seeped in gradually, like ink on rice paper dipped at the edge. Slowly staining her entire being his color.
But...
Worry gnawed too. Was it okay to stay like this? Her purpose here. The reason she'd come. The fate still pursuing her, unresolved—it weighed heavy.
She wanted to forget it all, live peacefully here with him. But Cheong-ah knew better than anyone she couldn't.
She couldn't just stay put because she wanted to.
Even now...
They're searching for me.
But for now... just now...
"...My husband."
"Yeah, I'm listening."
"I love you so much too."
With that, she shyly rose, gazing deep into his eyes. This moment was pure bliss. Nothing more.
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"I love you so much too."
Cheong-ah's sudden words snapped me awake, sleep fleeing as my mind sharpened. Did I hear that right? Wasn't this a dream? She'd never said "I love you" before. Not once. During sex, sure—in the heat of passion—but never like this.
My weary mind flooded with thick possessiveness. Euphoria filled me. Even my cock twitched back to life.
"Cheong-ah, what'd you just...?"
I turned to her. She met my eyes, feigning innocence.
"Who knows? What did I say? No idea~"
Her coy lilt, the playful smile as she played dumb—it was seductive. Infuriatingly lovable. I grinned despite myself.
"Oh yeah...? Playing innocent, huh?"
I rolled atop her. Bent arms and legs formed a cradle; her body fit perfectly. Her full breasts squished softly against my chest. Reason had fled long ago. Heaving breaths. I ground my stirring cock against her smooth belly. Our eyes locked; then I dipped my head.
"Mmm... slurp."
Her hand slid down, gripping my cock firmly where it pressed her stomach.
Stroke— stroke—.
Her graceful fingers teased it slowly. We kissed, her small hand working me faster, building our shared heat.
"Ngh... Cheong-ah."
"Yes, my husbaaand... ah."
I trailed lips from her ear down her neck, collarbone, shoulder—nipping marks of ownership.
"Ah, mm... hah."
Excitement crested. Then—
Creak— creeeak—.
The door opened. Someone crept in stealthily.
"...Huh?"
"...Eh?"
Cheong-ah and I whipped around in unison. There stood...
"Oh, you're still up?"
Bella scratched her head awkwardly.