Side Story for the 200th Chapter (1)
The early morning sun peeked sluggishly through the transparent window glass, casting a pale, ambient glow over the room that felt completely alien. When Tae-il opened his eyes, a profound sense of wrongness immediately took hold of his senses before he could even fully process the act of waking up.
First of all, the high ceiling soared far above him compared to the familiar, claustrophobic confines of his own bedroom, and the wallpaper surrounding the space possessed a strange, surprisingly lavish pattern. Even the ornate fixture encasing the overhead light gave off a distinctly upscale and expensive aura.
"It's... a foreign ceiling," Tae-il muttered under his breath, dryly reciting the cliché line as he attempted to push himself up from the mattress.
"Wait, what?"
His body refused to budge even an inch.
Two heavily weighted objects were securely anchoring both of his arms, effectively trapping him in place. Furthermore, as he carefully contemplated his situation, he realized that the bed beneath him felt excessively soft and plush, cushioning his body in a way he was entirely unaccustomed to.
He carefully twitched his nose and sniffed the air. The surrounding scent was noticeably sweeter and far more fragrant than his usual room, which had been thoroughly sprayed down with air fresheners ever since Ayane began making continuous, persistent attempts to sleep over in his quarters.
'What on earth is this...?'
Was he simply intoxicated by the lingering remnants of sleep?
Tae-il, whose reactions were delayed far beyond his normal standard, finally managed to rotate his head from side to side to thoroughly examine his immediate surroundings. He was greeted by the sight of two people sleeping peacefully beside him.
"Iris?"
Positioned on his left side was Iris, who had wrapped her arms snugly around Tae-il's left arm while remaining fast asleep. Now that he was fully conscious of her physical presence, he could vividly feel a soft, persistent pressure pressing firmly against his side.
'Something is definitely... wrong here, isn't it?'
Tae-il quietly studied the finer details of Iris's face.
'She looks different.'
Her eyelashes appeared distinctly longer than he remembered, and the contours of her face had streamlined into a sleeker, far more refined shape. There was a palpable sense of full-blown maturity surrounding her. Iris, who could previously be described as having a youthful, cutely petite bagel-like charm, now radiated an undeniable, sophisticated allure that she could no longer conceal.
'Is this a dream?'
It genuinely felt as though he was gazing upon the subtly matured, grown-up version of Iris that had briefly made a cameo appearance in the theatrical release of *Derban Shoban*, leaving Tae-il completely bewildered and disoriented.
Tae-il slowly turned his head in the opposite direction.
Resting on his right side was Ayane.
She, too, bore a striking resemblance to the mature transformation he had just observed in Iris, but the most glaring change that immediately caught his eye was the length of her hair.
"Her hair is..."
Ayane's hair had grown strikingly long.
There existed an implicit, universal law in the world: when a woman who flawlessly rocks elements that typically diminish feminine charm—such as heavy glasses or a sharp short cut—is suddenly given back her classic feminine traits, she transforms into an absolute, breathtaking goddess. Until this very moment, Tae-il had firmly believed that short hair was the absolute peak of Ayane's visual perfection, yet long hair suited her in a strangely mesmerizing way.
"What in the world is going on here...?"
Ayane had somehow acquired long hair. To call it a simple wig felt entirely incorrect, as the smooth, natural texture of her flowing locks was far too genuine to be fake.
Furthermore...
"..."
From beneath the soft bedsheets, he could distinctly feel the incredibly smooth touch of bare skin alongside her radiant body heat, causing his manhood to inadvertently stand fully at attention against his own will.
"Mmm..."
A soft, breathy nasal hum drifted straight into his ear canal.
"Gasp!"
Startled out of his wits, Tae-il flinched violently like a guilty criminal whose crimes had been exposed on the spot. Before him fluttered open a pair of striking red eyes that shone as clear and transparent as refined gemstones.
Like a predator stalking its prey...
Iris was gazing directly up at him, licking her lips with a subtle, mischievous smirk playing across her features.
"Oh? You're fully erect, aren't you?"
"I-Iris...?"
"You did it so many times last night, and yet... you absolute beast."
"Excuse me...?"
Beast or not, Tae-il did not possess a single shred of memory regarding any such events.
"Fufu. Look at how healthy you are down there."
"Eek!"
*Squeeze.*
A pair of cool hands suddenly clamped down tightly on Tae-il's groin with absolute firmness.
"Mmm... What's going on, Shin-chan...?"
Because Tae-il had flinched so dramatically, Ayane was gradually pulled out of her deep slumber as well.
"A-Ayane... Did I wake you up?"
"Yeah..."
Ayane, whose body remained utterly languid and sluggish following an intense midnight battle that only Tae-il had no memory of participating in, rubbed her groggy eyes slowly before...
*Mwah.*
She leaned forward smoothly and planted a tender bird-kiss directly onto Tae-il's lips.
"...!"
Because Ayane's casual, affectionate touch occurred so effortlessly and naturally, Tae-il's eyes widened in absolute shock and astonishment.
"Hehe."
Having finished delivering her morning kiss, Ayane let out a silly, contented giggle before burrowing herself even deeper into the warmth of his chest, softly muttering under her breath.
"Shin-chan, don't tease him too much..."
"Who said anything about teasing?"
Iris let out a sly, devious chuckle as she deliberately rubbed her soft chest up against Tae-il's side.
"Judging by how hard and persistent he is down there, our Tae-il seems to be enjoying every second of this as well. Right, Tae-il?"
"L-Look here... Iris-sama?"
Unable to comprehend the absurd situation unfolding before him, Tae-il stuttered anxiously, offering a timid, hesitant response. Iris immediately knit her brows together in response to his meek reaction. The subtle scowl on her face looked almost unnecessarily pretty.
"What's with you? Now that morning has come, are you going back to acting like a timid chicken like you usually do?"
"Forget about how I usually act, I can't even begin to comprehend the current situation—*Eek!*"
Tae-il let out a high-pitched, desperate shriek as a man's most vulnerable spot was squeezed with absolute precision.
"Well, I guess it can't be helped then."
Iris casually swept her long strands of hair back behind her shoulders.
"In order to help our little chicken transform back into a ferocious wolf, how about we engage in a thick, sticky round right now in the morning?"
"Ugh... Ayane is still so sleepy..."
Muttering that she should be left out of this, Ayane grabbed hold of the blanket and rolled herself far over to the opposite side of the bed like a log.
The heavy blanket was completely stripped away in the process.
Unfolded directly within Tae-il's line of vision was the stark, completely unclad body of Iris, with raw, pale traces left noticeably upon her skin.
"Gasp!"
His breath instantly hitched at the mesmerizing, voluptuous posture unfolding before his eyes, which stirred up intense, primal desires from deep within.
The official artwork of the band members in their swimsuits drawn by the original author?
The thin, illicit fan-made books he had secretly read in his past life?
Trash like that couldn't even begin to compare to the breathtaking, majestic view currently sprawling right in front of Tae-il's eyes.
"Mmm."
Mounting herself directly atop his hips, Iris thoroughly savored Tae-il's stunned, flustered reaction while licking her lips with delight.
"Despite the confused expression on your face, your little son down there seems more than ready to get to work, doesn't he?"
"L-Look here...!"
Something was undeniably, horribly wrong here.
Even if he were to somehow end up in a romantic relationship with Iris in the future, doing something like this right beside Ayane while she watched was entirely out of the question, wasn't it? As this series of bizarre situations that completely defied all logic and common sense continued to stack up, Tae-il's brain felt as though it was overheating, creaking violently like an overloaded machine.
"Don't be so impatient. I'll drain a few rounds out of you right away, okay?"
As Iris leaned her upper body down toward him, their chests pressed against each other, flattening tightly together.
Her soft, delicate lips made contact with his.
An enchanting, wicked tongue effortlessly pried its way into Tae-il's mouth.
A sultry, stifling sensation filled with moist, bizarre heat enveloped his lower body entirely.
'To hell with it, I don't care anymore.'
Tae-il completely severed the delicate threads of his remaining rationality right then and there.
Driven entirely by pure, unadulterated desire...
Tae-il wrapped his arms tightly around the back of Iris's head and pulled her forcefully toward himself.
"Mmph!?"
Though caught off guard by his sudden aggression, Iris gave off a thoroughly delighted vibe as she obediently surrendered her body to Tae-il's firm embrace. Tae-il acted in kind.
Just as he was throwing everything away to immerse himself in the mind-melting, intoxicating pleasure...
His eyes snapped open once again.
"Gasp!"
Driven by raw male instinct, his lower body squirmed violently while his upper torso bounced forward as if launched by a spring.
His back was thoroughly drenched in cold sweat.
He was sitting on a sofa.
It was a familiar, high-end leather sofa that he had definitely seen somewhere before.
"Haah... Haah... What was that...?"
Tae-il wiped away the cold sweat dripping down his forehead and gripped the armrests tightly to push himself up, but just as he did, he suddenly sensed a presence standing nearby.
"Darling?"
It was Rena's voice.
When Tae-il lifted his head, he saw Rena standing right in front of him. Her stomach was visibly swollen, and instead of her usual sharp, venomous expression, her eyes were curved into a soft, lovely arc as she gazed affectionately down at Tae-il.
"L-Rena...?"
"What's wrong? You look terribly pale. Did you have a nightmare or something?"
"N-No, it's not that..."
Calling it a nightmare felt somewhat inaccurate; it was far closer to an intensely erotic wet dream.
Above all else...
Tae-il's gaze slowly drifted down from Rena's head—who seemed to have grown slightly taller—and descended lower.
Where had her cute, small physique that used to fit so perfectly in his arms gone? Tae-il found his hand moving entirely on its own, unconsciously caressing her rounded belly, which was swollen like that of a pregnant woman in the most delicate manner.
Rena covered her mouth with her hand and let out a soft, giggling laugh.
"What's this? Did you happen to have a conception dream on my behalf?"
"A conception dream...?"
"What, it wasn't a conception dream? What a shame. I was just thinking about what name we should give to our little princess."
"P-Princess...?"
Over Tae-il's hand as it continued to gently stroke her belly, Rena carefully overlapped both of her hands on top of his.
"Fufu. Aren't you excited? I wonder if a cute and pretty daughter who looks just like me will be born? Or maybe a dark, gloomy, yet tenderly kind daughter who takes after you?"
"Why do I have to be the gloomy one...?"
"I'm just joking. A wonderful daughter who takes after you will definitely be born."
Rena gently pressed her lips against Tae-il's cheek, kissing him tenderly. The gesture felt so unbelievably natural that Tae-il didn't even think to stop her or pull away.
"Fufu. You're looking forward to two months from now, aren't you?"
"Y-Yeah..."
Was two months from now her expected due date?
Having suddenly realized the terrifying weight of responsibility without having experienced any of the pleasure beforehand, Tae-il swallowed hard, gulping down his saliva nervously.
Right at that moment, Sakuya let out a massive yawn as she came shuffling sluggishly down the staircase.
"Haaawm. You guys sure are noisy first thing in the morning."
"Sakuya!?"
Tae-il panicked instantly, straightening his posture upright on the sofa.
Wiping a tear from the corner of her eye, Sakuya leaned her body against the staircase handrail, resting her chin on her hand with a smirk.
"Did you miss me, honey?"
"H-Honey!?"
"She just returned yesterday after competing in the Olympics, remember? Did you forget already?"
"The Olympics? Then that means Sakuya is..."
A national athlete representing Japan.
Sakuya flashed her teeth, grinning widely at him. Although Tae-il had no knowledge of it, in this place, Sakuya was a world-class national representative who had become the first Asian athlete in history to win three or more gold medals in track and field.
'Wait a second, then what about her manga drawings? And what happened to the band?'
Tae-il's brain was so crammed full of overwhelming question marks that it felt on the verge of exploding.
Sakuya slid smoothly down the remaining steps of the staircase and lightly hopped into Tae-il's arms, embracing him snugly.
He hadn't realized it until now, but her eye level was surprisingly close to his compared to before.
"I explicitly told you to prepare yourself because I was going to let everything out once I got back, but you ended up falling fast asleep first, didn't you?"
"S-Sorry about that...?"
"If you're really sorry, you know what you have to do today, right?"
Flashing a subtle, sultry gaze, Sakuya leaned in and planted a passionate kiss right on the side of Tae-il's neck.
Rena let out a light sigh of exasperation.
"Keep it within reasonable bounds, will you? It's going to be bad for the baby's prenatal education."
"Ahaha. My bad, okay?"
"Are you saying you'll keep it reasonable, or are you apologizing in advance because you know you won't be able to hold back? Sheesh, honestly."
Though Rena voiced her complaints, she didn't actually look upset at all. It seemed the two of them maintained an exceptionally great relationship in this reality as well.
Rena let out a soft laugh and carefully prepared to sit down on the sofa, causing Tae-il to automatically reach out and hold her hand to support her.
"Thank you, darling."
Rena expressed her gratitude with a glowing, radiant smile.
Had Rena's smile always been this breathtakingly beautiful?
While Tae-il stood there staring at her in an utter daze, completely spellbound, Rena parted her lips to speak once again.
"She said Senior Yuuya would be coming over later."
"Senior Yuuya? Right, she mentioned coming over to congratulate me."
"Well, that's just the nominal excuse, of course."
A nominal excuse.
Which meant that her true motives lay elsewhere.
Just like the dream he had experienced a moment ago, an ominous, unsettling feeling began to wash over Tae-il once again.
It was strange.
Senior Yuuya was supposed to be a gentle, healing-type senior...
As an invisible, creeping terror steadily approached him second by second, a sharp chill began to run straight down Tae-il's spine.
"That senior really has a stubborn personality that just refuses to give up, doesn't she?"
Unlike Tae-il, Sakuya remained completely nonchalant from start to finish, letting out a dry laugh while clicking her tongue playfully.
Rena was pretty much the same.
From her signature composure, Tae-il could feel a refined sense of dignity that was completely distinct from the version of her he used to know.
Differing from her past self, Rena delicately twisted a strand of her hair—which she had grown out into a mature, adult style—around her index finger.
"Well, they do say it's the quiet cat that jumps onto the hearth first."
"Ahaha. That's true enough. But even so, the ultimate victors are us, aren't we?"
"Correct that statement. The victor is me."
"Hey, I only used contraception on purpose because I'm an active athlete!"
"Ever heard of first come, first served?"
Rena let out a sharp, victorious smirk, while Sakuya simply shook her head back and forth with a chuckle.
"Well, whatever. It doesn't matter anyway. I can just give birth to plenty of kids later."
"That's so unfair..."
"If you're unhappy about it, why didn't you grow a bit more back then?"
Sakuya giggled mischievously and naturally intertwined her arm with Tae-il's, who was still standing there entirely dazed and out of his mind.
It wasn't Ayane. It was Sakuya.
Because the massive size and weight pressing against his forearm was completely different from what he was used to, Tae-il flinched violently against his own control.
"Fufu. Are you nervous, by any chance?"
Sakuya softly rested her head against his shoulder before grabbing Tae-il's hand and guiding it down toward her groin.
It was hot, slick, and thoroughly wet.
"Sakuya...?"
Because Tae-il was so thoroughly startled, the fingers caught in Sakuya's grip accidentally brushed right across the narrow valley between her thighs.
"Ahhn... That's why I'm telling you, darling, you need to gear yourself up too, okay?"
"Good lord..."
What on earth was happening right now?
First, Iris and Ayane had woken up entirely naked in the same bed together, and now Rena was pregnant while Sakuya seemed to have completely given up on her band activities.
'It's just a dream anyway.'
Once he woke up, all of this would shatter into nothingness like a fleeting illusion.
And yet...
Tae-il couldn't help but feel deeply anxious and bothered by the altered future that had been warped because of his presence.
'Let's organize my thoughts.'
Attempting to sort through his utterly chaotic mind, Tae-il decided to ask about the band first.
"Um, what about the band...?"
*Crack.*
The moment the word 'band' left his lips, the surrounding atmosphere instantly froze solid.
"...Are you still talking about that?"
"Sakuya...?"
Sakuya's voice sounded icy cold, completely devoid of its previous warmth.
She bit down hard on her lower lip, her grip tightening painfully around Tae-il's arm for a brief moment before she limply let go of him entirely.
"Forget it. I'm going upstairs to rest. Call me when Senior Yuuya arrives."
"Saku—!"
Rena quickly grabbed hold of Tae-il just as he was about to reach out and stop Sakuya.
Rena slowly shook her head from side to side.
"Why...?"
"It must be tough on her too. Even if it wasn't her fault to begin with."
Had something gone terribly wrong?
Even though he knew this was merely a dream, a deep, dreadful sense of foreboding seized Tae-il. Just as he parted his lips to demand a proper explanation of the whole story...
"Ugh!"
The world around him began to blur violently.
Everything that Tae-il had seen, heard, and felt up until a second ago crumbled away into fine dust, scattering into the void as if it had all been nothing more than a temporary mirage.
Tae-il fell hard onto his knees, collapsing onto the floor.
His field of vision was completely dark.
His arms, which had been completely free just a moment ago, were now tightly bound behind his back once again.
'This feeling is way too familiar.'
While he felt a momentary pang of sadness over the fact that he was becoming accustomed to having his arms rendered completely immobile as a man...
'What kind of ridiculous dog dream is it this time?'
Was it SM play this time around?
Feeling a strange rise of annoyance building up inside him, he turned his head back and forth to scan his surroundings.
'Am I suffering from extreme sexual frustration lately because of Ayane...?'
Seeing as how he kept having these bizarre, overly vivid dreams back-to-back, it felt like he desperately needed to schedule some personal time alone in the near future.
At any rate...
He decided he needed to wake up from this dream first. He tried his absolute best to move his body, but Tae-il couldn't move so much as a single millimeter.
His hands and feet were tied up unbelievably tight with something that felt like thick, heavy rope.
Even his eyes were thoroughly covered by a blindfold; no matter how many times he blinked beneath the fabric, he couldn't see a single speck of light or visual stimulus.
"Hey...! Is anyone there...!"
Fortunately, his voice still worked perfectly fine.
"Is anybody out there!?"
Relieved by the fact that his mouth hadn't been gagged shut, Tae-il raised his voice even louder.
Shouting at the top of his lungs when he had no idea why his hands and feet were tied up was an exceptionally rash and foolish thing to do under normal circumstances, but...
It was just a dream anyway.
Feeling a sense of quiet self-abandonment, Tae-il simply decided to act entirely on impulse.
"Hey! Is anyone there!?"
*Thump. Thump.*
As he continued to scream at the top of his lungs, he finally got a response.
The moment he turned his head toward the direction where the clear sound of footsteps was approaching, he suddenly felt a physical presence materializing right in front of him.
It was right within arm's reach.
Tae-il felt a subtle, faint pressure of air brushing against the tip of his nose.
"Who are y— Mmph!"
The second he opened his mouth to speak again, his lips were forcefully smothered and sealed tight.
It was a soft, sweet, and intoxicating sensation.
Along with a flavor that was bittersweet like coffee yet distinctly sugary, a warm tongue forcefully pried its way past his lips, sliding directly into his mouth.
Tae-il's breath hitched entirely.
"Fufu."
Having realized his breathless state, the person standing before him let out a low, amused chuckle.
It sounded oddly familiar.
That divine, heavenly voice that Tae-il had admired and yearned for so deeply whispered softly right beside his ear.
"Why are you so quiet all of a sudden? You were screaming your head off just a second ago."
"Iris...?"
"Correct."
The thick piece of fabric covering Tae-il's vision was slowly untied and removed.
"Ugh!"
As a sudden burst of bright light invaded his retinas, Tae-il squirted his eyes shut, wincing from the intensity.
He found himself inside a remarkably narrow, cramped room.
It was a perfectly square room containing nothing except the chair Tae-il was currently bound to and a needlessly massive, oversized bed sitting right in the center.
"Why did you tie me up like this...?"
"Are you seriously asking me that because you genuinely don't know?"
Iris's slender index finger reached out, gently hooking under Tae-il's chin to tilt his head upward.
"How insolent."
Walking with slow, deliberate steps, Iris circled around behind Tae-il's chair before carefully extending both of her arms to wrap them snugly around his neck from behind.
Her warm breath brushed directly against Tae-il's earlobe.
"Even though you explicitly promised that you would take responsibility for everything."
"Responsibility...?"
"Don't tell me you've already gone and forgotten our promise?"
Responsibility.
A promise.
And the cold, strange attitudes that Rena and Sakuya had displayed in his previous dream just moments ago.
'Don't tell me...'
The absolute worst-case scenario flashed through Tae-il's mind like a bolt of lightning.
'Did the band fail?'
Tae-il bit down hard on his lower lip.
If the band failed, what would happen to the members?
Tae-il couldn't even bring himself to imagine the horrifying consequences.
"It really seems like you forgot. I'm truly disappointed in you. But it's alright."
Iris wrapped her arms tightly around Tae-il's neck.
More gently and tenderly than anyone else could ever manage.
Then, she whispered into his ear with a dense, overly sultry voice.
"Because all of us came to a mutual agreement with one another."
"An agreement...?"
"Since I provided the location and covered all the expenses, I get two days. The others agreed to rotate and use you for one day each."
Use?
Use what?
Before he could even finish assembling his thoughts, Iris forcefully turned Tae-il's head around to face her.
Their lips met once again.
However, because his eyes locked onto Iris's completely unhinged, wild gaze, he couldn't even process the physical sensation of their lips touching.
Her deep ruby eyes curved into a sharp, sinister crescent.
"Let's do it."
*Thud!*
The chair tipped backward, crashing onto the floor.
However, as if proving that this was indeed a world existing purely inside a dream, Tae-il felt the soft, cloud-like plushness of a heavy duvet wrapping around the back of his head instead of a painful impact against a hard floor.
The bed vibrated beneath them.
"Fufu."
From below...
Iris was slowly...
Crawling up his body like a predatory beast stalking its trapped prey.
A chilling gaze looking down at him from above.
Iris's small head completely blocked out the harsh glare of the incandescent light shining from the ceiling, while her raven-black hair flowed down like dark waves, gently tickling Tae-il's cheeks.
"Are you slowly getting ready down there?"
"Haha..."
Faced with Iris's sticky, provocative question, Tae-il could only let out an exceedingly awkward, strained laugh.
Having completely discarded the signature hoodie she usually wore, her current attire left everything from her armpits down to the deep cleavage between her breasts completely exposed to his sight.
The image of Iris's completely naked body from his previous dream involuntarily overlapped with the breathtaking view currently before him.
No matter how dense or oblivious Tae-il was, there was no way he could fail to realize what was happening at this point.
'I'm going out of my mind.'
The quality of this dream was getting progressively, terrifyingly worse.
'Am I truly suffering from severe sexual deprivation or something?'
Disgusted by his own subconscious mind, Tae-il wondered how on earth a dream could possibly feel this vivid and real, even as he unconsciously swallowed his dry saliva.
*Drip.*
*Drip.*
Hot tears suddenly fell onto Tae-il's cheek.
"Iris...?"
Iris was crying.
"I really..."
As she sobbed softly, the expression on her face looked strangely aggrieved and wronged.
"I did my absolute best with the songs you wrote for us..."
They had failed.
Overwhelmed by sorrow, the tears streaming from Iris's eyes burst forth like a broken dam.
Before he could even think, Tae-il instinctively pulled the crying Iris tightly into his chest, holding her close.
Every time her body heaved with sobs, the front of his shirt became increasingly drenched with her tears.
"I'm sorry."
It wasn't the members' fault.
If a combination that was destined for absolute success somehow ended up failing, the sole variable responsible for that failure had to be Tae-il himself—an anomaly that never existed in the original story.
"I'll take full responsibility."
"Really...?"
Iris lifted her head.
Because of her tears, her makeup had smudged slightly, making her look a bit messy.
Yet, in Tae-il's eyes, she remained breathtakingly beautiful all the same.
"Yeah."
As Tae-il offered a bittersweet smile and nodded his head, Iris broke into a faint, adorable giggle before leaning in to press her lips against his.
Their tongues naturally intertwined with one another.
The deep sense of guilt stemming from the fact that he was taking advantage of such a stunning woman after ruining her band's future stirred up a bizarre, intoxicating rush of excitement within him.
Unlike before, there was no force involved.
Instead, Tae-il actively initiated an intense, passionate exchange of saliva from his end.
Before long, their positions reversed completely, with Tae-il pinning Iris down beneath him in a dominant posture.
Iris, whose face still bore the lingering traces of her tears, let out a faint, fragile smile.
"Do you know what happens?"
"What?"
"They say that if you laugh right after crying, hair grows on your butt."
"You idiot."
The moment her expression crumbled, Iris covered her entire face with both hands.
Her chest heaved up and down in rhythmic spasms, making it clear that she was desperately trying to hold back her laughter.
In a voice still thick with tears, she whispered a quiet question.
"Hey... How exactly are you planning to take responsibility for me?"
"Like this."
Tae-il pressed his hardened, furious son firmly against the fabric of Iris's damp jeans.
Even through the thick layer of denim, Iris could roughly gauge its immense, overwhelming size.
"I-It's really... huge, isn't it...?"
"It's genetic."
His massive monster—something he had previously assumed belonged strictly to adult film actors—was thrashing about, roaring for him to hurry up and set it free.
Tae-il unbuckled his pants on his own, liberating his son from its suffocating confinement.
Seeing the actual, real thing up close for the very first time, Iris's face flushed bright red.
Even behind the hands covering her face, her glowing red eyes could be seen peeking through her fingers, completely unable to hide her amazement.
"Can I strip you now?"
"D-Don't ask before stripping me!"
Tae-il let out a short laugh as he reached down and pulled Iris's top upward.
Just as Tae-il's son had been freed a moment ago...
The second her tank top was lifted, the pair of massive, voluptuous mounds trapped inside burst forth, revealing their overwhelming, aggressive presence.
A pair of bright pink peaks crowned the tops of those lush mounds.
"You... weren't wearing any underwear...?"
"W-Well, that's..."
Iris averted her gaze, covering her mouth with her hand.
"I thought you might not know..."
"Know what?"
"I was worried you wouldn't know how to take off a bra, so I intentionally didn't wear one, okay!?"
"Pft... Bwahahaha!"
Tae-il burst out laughing.
It was the very first time he had laughed out loud from the bottom of his heart inside this dream.
"D-Don't laugh! I was being thoughtful and considerate toward you!"
"No, it's just..."
Chuckling helplessly, Tae-il wrapped his arms around Iris and pulled her into a tight, overwhelming hug.
She was simply too endearing to resist.
"Heyyy! I can't breathe, Shin Tae-il!"
"Just bear with it for a moment."
Thoroughly sharing their warm body heat with one another, his hands smoothly traced down her slender waist before pulling Iris's jeans downward.
Tae-il deliberately left her pants caught around her thighs to restrict her leg movements before beginning to gently stroke and tease her most sensitive area.
"Ah! P-Pull my pants all the way down!"
"No way."
When Iris squirmed beneath him, Tae-il flashed a playful, wicked grin.
His fingers lightly brushed around her sensitive clitoris.
"Ahnn!"
"You're ridiculously sensitive, aren't you? Must be because you're so naughty."
Without having done much of anything, his fingers were already thoroughly drenched. Tae-il intentionally brought his hand up and slowly licked the slick fluid off his fingers right in front of her eyes.
"You absolute..."
Drowning in a wave of humiliation, Iris glared up at Tae-il with sharp, burning eyes.
Tae-il let out a soft laugh and leaned down, pressing a light kiss onto her lips.
As Tae-il attempted to smooth everything over with a kiss, Iris pouted sourly and complained.
"Can't you be a little more romantic about this?"
"I don't think that's something a person who tied up someone else's hands and feet gets to say."
"Mean..."
As Iris bit her lip tightly, Tae-il stripped her pants off completely and began his foreplay in earnest.
"Mmm..."
Maintaining their deep kiss, he supported Iris's lower back with one arm while using his remaining hand to fondle her chest.
At first, he gently scraped his thumb across her perked nipple.
Gradually, he lowered his hand, cupping the underside of her breast and massaging the soft flesh firmly.
"W-Wait, that tickles—Ah! Ahn!"
"Don't hold it in."
"Hyaaang!"
Iris's waist arched sharply off the bed, her hips thrusting upward in a sudden spasm.
"You reached an orgasm already?"
Catching sight of the love juice splattered across his knees, Tae-il was momentarily taken aback by how unbelievably fast she had reached her peak.
"D-Don't look...!"
Overwhelmed by intense embarrassment, Iris covered her flushed face with both arms.
"Haha."
She was utterly adorable.
Driven by that overwhelming affection, Tae-il leaned down and gently nipped at her nipple like an infant, sucking on it softly.
"Ahhn! W-Wait, I don't produce any milk...!"
"I don't care."
"W-What are you even saying—Eek!?"
Tae-il's hand began to directly interact with her lower region, which was glistening slick with fluid.
Like spreading a smooth face mask, Iris's groin was thoroughly lubricated by the sweet moisture her own body had produced.
'I can insert it right away.'
Tae-il carefully studied Iris's expression.
Though she embarrassed-averted her gaze whenever their eyes met, her trembling pupils radiated an undeniable, scorching desire that she could not hide.
Smoothly and naturally...
Positioning his body, he aligned his rock-hard, fully erect shaft directly against the entrance of the narrow valley between her thighs.
"..."
Iris felt a wave of intense, scorching heat radiating against her lower body.
She desperately tried to wriggle her hips in an attempt to alleviate the tension, but that only served to ignite Tae-il's lustful desires even further.
"I'm putting it in."
Tae-il whispered softly into her ear as he pushed forward, inserting himself inside her all at once.
"Haahk!"
At the sudden sensation of something thick and massive forcing its way into her body, Iris gasped in pure shock.
"Y-You...!"
Tae-il flashed a playful, mischievous smirk.
She had been completely played.
Instinctively feeling fear over the tearing pain of losing her virginity, she tried to tense her muscles to brace herself, but it had the exact opposite effect.
Tae-il's shaft had already successfully invaded deep inside her.
Having accidentally clamped down even tighter around his thick member, Iris let out a painful, strained groan.
"Did it hurt?"
In response to Tae-il's soft question, Iris kept her mouth covered with the back of her hand and nodded her head timidly.
It felt like a loud moan would burst out the moment she opened her mouth.
Having completely removed Iris's pants to assume a far more comfortable posture, Tae-il thrust his member even deeper into her tight depths.
"Aahh..."
Following the brief wave of initial pain, a sweet, ticklish pleasure began to bloom from deep within her like rising steam.
Her thoroughly relaxed passage, having finally received the perfect key fitted specifically for it, began to rhythmically contract with a wet, squelching sound rather than a metallic click.
"Hnn."
At the unimaginable, overwhelming sensation of tight pleasure, Tae-il's body shivered slightly, but he continued to press forward, smoothly rubbing against her inner walls.
"Hyaaang!"
As he pushed all the way in until his base was firmly pressed against her, Iris couldn't stop a loud moan from escaping her parted lips.
The sensation of another person invading and stirring up the inside of her body...
It felt like something she could never, ever get used to.
Because this was her very first experience, Tae-il refrained from acting overly aggressive or rough. Instead, he moved back and forth with extreme care and patience, slowly navigating her inner depths while waiting for her body to adjust and stabilize.
"How is it? Are you feeling alright now?"
"I-I don't know..."
When Iris shook her head back and forth in confusion, Tae-il gently pushed aside the sweat-drenched strands of hair clinging to her forehead.
'An entirely unfamiliar sensation.'
Breathing heavily, Iris carefully reached out with her hand, searching for Tae-il's fingers before interlocking them with his.
"Iris?"
With their hands tightly entwined together...
"Since it's my first time... you're going to be gentle with me, right?"
She tilted her head down, gazing up at him with pleading, desperate eyes as she softly requested.
It was roughly around that precise moment.
Faced with Iris's ridiculously seductive request, the delicate thread holding Tae-il's rationality together snapped completely.
The force pressing down on her hands tightened dramatically.
*Pound! Pound!*
The sharp, wet sound of flesh slapping rhythmically against flesh echoed loudly throughout the quiet, sealed room.
"Haang!"
Intermingled with the heavy impacts was Iris's passionate, unrestrained crying.
"W-Wait a second! Shin Tae-il! T-This feels amazing, but... Ahhn!"
As if declaring that he had zero intention of showing any further mercy or restraint, Tae-il accelerated his pace to the absolute maximum, intent on releasing every last drop of his pure, dark desire.
Ignoring the desperate creaking complaints of the bed beneath them, Tae-il violently moved his hips back and forth.
Because Iris was thrashing around so dramatically under the intense, overwhelming pleasure, Tae-il had to exert an immense amount of physical strength just to keep her anchored down.
His lower back gradually began to ache, and his movements grew increasingly stiff and strained.
'It hurts.'
And yet, Tae-il did not stop his relentless thrusting for even a single fraction of a second.
The pleasure far outweighed the pain.
"Hyaang! S-Shin Tae-il! L-Let me rest for just a second! If we keep going like this, I feel like my head is going to break!"
"It's fine even if it does."
"Eek...! I'm not fine with it—Mmph!?"
Tae-il forcefully sealed Iris's lips with his own once again.
Her tongue, her teeth, and her gums—without missing a single spot—he thoroughly licked, sucked, and devoured everything contained within her mouth.
He completely swallowed every drop of her sweet saliva.
Only after thoroughly leaving his own mark inside her mouth as a replacement did he finally pull his lips away from hers.
As Iris stared up at him in a dazed, intoxicated trance, Tae-il wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, driving his hips forward with even greater speed and intensity than before.
Whenever her mind threatened to drift off into the clouds as if addicted to a potent drug, the heavy impacts and overwhelming pleasure striking her lower body snapped her right back to reality, dragging her back down to earth.
Endlessly, with every single thrust of Tae-il's hips.
Continuously, every time that massive battering ram mercilessly navigated back and forth inside her body.
"H-Haah! It's dangerous...! This is really, really dangerous!"
Once her body absorbed pleasure beyond a certain threshold, her consciousness suddenly spun out of control, growing dizzy and faint.
Iris instinctively realized it.
It was coming.
Not a minor climax like the warm-up from earlier...
A massive, absolute climax was approaching.
And the exact same held true for Tae-il.
"Khh!"
Tae-il's expression twisted intensely as a heavy groan escaped his throat.
The smooth, rhythmic thrusting that had been driving Iris into an absolute hell of pleasure suddenly stuttered, stumbling like a vehicle hitting a massive speed bump.
"I-I'm going to come. I'm about to finish, Iris."
"I-It's alright, so...!"
She didn't care anymore.
Her brain completely bleached pure white, Iris couldn't care less about contraception or consequences.
Before she even realized it, both of her hands were wrapped tightly around Tae-il's broad shoulders, while her long legs were securely wrapped around his waist.
Instinctively...
She was flawlessly executing the classic posture she had secretly observed in adult videos.
The absolute limit.
His member, swollen to its absolute maximum capacity, throbbed violently as it slammed upward with terrifying force, acting like a massive battering ram intent on shattering the castle gates to pieces.
*Boom!*
As the intense sensation of release washed over him, a blinding bolt of lightning struck straight through Tae-il's brain.
"Iris!"
"Hyaaah...!"
Tae-il straightened his back completely, pulling the slurring, utterly spent Iris into a tight, crushing embrace.
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*Chirp, chirp.*
Tae-il turned his head, his eyes surrounded by dark, hollow circles.
Through the window, the cheerful chirping of morning sparrows signaled the arrival of a new day.
"..."
A heavy, crushing weight resting on his chest severely obstructed his ability to breathe smoothly.
When he carefully lowered his gaze, he saw a pair of long, slender legs pressing firmly against his chest.
"Zzz..."
Tracing those smooth, silky legs upward, he spotted Sakuya sleeping upside down with her head and feet reversed, snoring softly away.
"Sakuya..."
Tae-il carefully lifted her legs off his chest and set them aside before sluggishly pushing his upper body up.
It wasn't just Sakuya.
Every single member of the band was sprawled out across the living room floor, fast asleep in their own respective spots.
It wasn't a foreign ceiling.
This was undeniably the exact living room of the house where Shin Tae-il originally lived.
The night before, all the band members had suddenly paid an unexpected visit to his house and ended up staying over for the night.
The reason behind it was utterly absurd.
"It's getting really late anyway. Tomorrow is Saturday so we don't have school, why don't we just crash here for the night?"
At Iris's sudden declaration, everyone had nodded their heads in unanimous agreement.
"No, wait, that doesn't make any sense at all...!"
His parents were still at home.
Just as the master of the house was about to shout that if they were going to have a sleepover, they should at least do it when his parents weren't around, Yoo Ha-na—who had already retreated to the master bedroom alongside Shin Young-hoon—asked casually in passing.
"Oh my? Should Aunty bring out some extra blankets for you kids?"
"Yes please!"
At Yoo Ha-na's overly generous hospitality, Tae-il could only hang his head in absolute defeat.
At any rate...
"..."
Tae-il glared intensely down at his own son, which was standing furiously upright beneath the bedsheets.
Its overwhelming presence was so distinct and prominent that it was genuinely embarrassing to show to anyone else.
An erotic dream.
It had been a truly long time since he last had one.
Thanks to that, the guy that had been limply drooping even in the mornings as of late was suddenly standing proudly at full attention for some bizarre reason.
Tae-il carefully reached his hand down beneath the blanket and pulled up his pants to check.
It was sticky.
"Ah, shit..."
For the first time in a very long time, a foul curse slipped right out of his mouth.