Chapter 28
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 28
“Ugh…”
A groan escaped through his clenched teeth. His head throbbed as if it were about to split open. His throat felt parched and raw. The overwhelming thirst jolted Dokyun back to consciousness.
Water… I need water…
His mouth opened, but no words came out. Only the sound of escaping air hissed from his lips, and his head still ached. His face contorted, his eyelids twitching.
Slowly, a blurry image began to form between his parted eyelids.
He saw a black mass clinging to his chest. As he focused on the squirming shape, he realized it was the crown of a head.
Dokyun stared blankly at the round top of the head in his field of vision. Given the circumstances, it had to be her.
His mind cleared a little more. Dokyun became aware of the arm wrapped around his waist, the soft flesh pressed against his chest, and her leg tightly entwined with his.
Only then did Dokyun realize he was naked in bed, tangled up with this woman.
Suddenly, flashes of last night seared through his mind.
Flesh against flesh, a damp and sticky sensation. The woman’s body trembling beneath his touch.
Next, he remembered the words he had spoken.
—Such an impatient pussy.
—A greedy pussy, aren’t you?
—You’re a bad girl. And a bad pussy.
Finally, he recalled the last thing he saw before losing consciousness: the sight of her scooping up the semen he’d ejaculated and shoving it back inside her vagina.
A cold sweat began to trickle down his back. He felt the blood drain from his entire body. He squeezed his eyes shut. As the reality of the situation sank in, a single word surfaced in Dokyun’s mind.
Fuck.
I’m so fucked.
The alcohol. It was the alcohol’s fault. His drinking habits, which had consistently carved new chapters into his book of shame, had once again caused a major incident.
Fuck… Fuck…!
This was a hopeless situation, created by the unholy alliance of his drunken courage and his brainless, clueless dick that couldn’t read the room.
Ah…
He felt like he was about to cry. Why did I do it? Why did I drink so much? As his thoughts raced, Dokyun suddenly felt a surge of indignation.
No, this isn’t my fault.
He had definitely tried to stop midway.
Once again, he replayed last night in his mind.
—Hey, should we have sex?
—Che-cheers…!
—Hey, you have to keep your promise…
He remembered her cold eyes, urging him to keep drinking when he’d tried to stop. Even as his head spun, he had succumbed to that piercing gaze that seemed to tighten around his neck, forcing him to drink against his will.
It had all been a setup, right from the moment she’d walked in with chicken and beer. For someone who called herself an author, her skill at laying foreshadowing was astounding.
That’s right. He had been lured into a trap and devoured.
Shit…
A sense of utter despair washed over him. He had lived by a vow to never sleep with a woman he didn’t love, yet he had ended up in a purely physical relationship. He could feel tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.
Even in his despair, his thoughts continued to churn.
No, fine. I can accept what happened up to that point.
He hadn’t expected to get through this unscathed forever. He just hadn’t thought it would happen so soon, but he had been prepared for it.
The bigger problem was…
A pregnancy attack… fuck…
The image of her pushing his spilled semen back inside her flashed in his mind over and over. He cracked his eyes open slightly and looked at the woman in his arms. Her face was buried in his chest, her body rising and falling with shallow breaths. She seemed to be asleep.
He had to get it out. He had to scrape out as much as he could while she was asleep. He wondered how much of a difference it would make at this point, but the thought of scooping it out dominated his mind.
If she actually got pregnant, he’d be trapped for good. Absolutely, that could not happen.
His hands were free. His left arm was trapped beneath her head, but his right was movable. Dokyun raised his right arm and moved it toward her pelvis.
He carefully reached his hand toward her groin, toward the cleft between her legs. He felt soft, bare skin. Pushing his fingers forward a little more, he found the wet opening of the slit.
Dokyun felt a faint pang of guilt for putting his fingers inside a sleeping woman’s vagina, but he squeezed his eyes shut, shook it off, and pushed his fingers in.
He felt the moist inner flesh and the slightly congealed texture of his own semen. He pushed his fingers deeper and began to scrape out the fluid he could feel.
Flinch.
He felt the body in his arms twitch. Panicked that she might have woken up, Dokyun cautiously opened his eyes to look at her, but she was still asleep, her head buried in his chest.
Hoo…
He thought he was going to die of anxiety. Taking a moment to breathe, Dokyun refocused his senses on his hand and resumed scraping out the semen stuck inside her vagina.
Squelch. Squelch.
A vulgar, wet sound echoed. Just how sensitive was this woman’s body? Even in her sleep, the moment his fingers delved inside her, she started leaking fluids.
Ugh, what a lewd bitch!
In a way, it was a marvel that she still had any fluid left to produce after gushing so much last night.
Suddenly, Dokyun recalled the woman from the previous night. The memory of her clinging to him, lost to her senses, made his lower body grow hot.
No! Calm down, little buddy!
He had to calm down. This was undoubtedly a stimulating situation for his dick, but if he got hard now, and if she found out, it could lead to the disaster of another pregnancy attack first thing in the morning.
I’m working. I’m working. I’m working.
He closed his eyes and tried to calm his mind. All the while, his fingers diligently continued to scrape out the remaining semen.
Squelch. Squelch.
He could feel her vaginal walls contracting and relaxing. Trying to ignore it, he emptied his mind and repeated the process. Then, a moan came from his chest.
“Haahng…!”
The moan, the sudden, tight clenching of her vagina. Dokyun felt a surge of dread.
Creak, creak. Her head tilted down. His vision filled with the sight of her looking up at him. Flushed red cheeks, slightly ragged breathing, and sorrowful eyes curved into half-moons.
Staring at the now-awake woman, Dokyun managed to force the corners of his mouth up and spoke.
“G-good morning…?”
“Hnngh… Yes, yes…” Eun-ah answered, still letting out little moans. The grip on his fingers tightened. The corners of her lips slowly crept upward.
“D-doing this… first thing in the morning…”
The arm around his waist began to move, her hand exploring his body. She shifted, pushing him onto his back and climbing on top of him.
“You shouldn’t… be doing this…”
Drip.
A drop of saliva fell from her lips onto Dokyun’s cheek.
“M-Mr. Honeybee… hnnngh… y-you need to be… punished…”
Squeeze.
The vagina that had swallowed his fingers contracted even more forcefully, pressing down on them. Dokyun’s mouth fell open, his voice filled with panic.
“Uh… well, you see…”
The worst-case scenario. Dokyun’s eyes darted around, searching for an excuse, but he was at a loss for words. To any third party, it would look exactly like he was fingering her while she slept.
Was it because he was still groggy from sleep, or was he just too hasty? His rash decision had led to the worst possible outcome.
Drip.
Her arousal fluid trickled down his fingers.
“Y-you have to be… pun… ished…!”
Ah, I’m so fucked.
Lifting her hips, Eun-ah pulled his fingers out of her pussy, then moved her hips to grind her own against Dokyun’s stiffly erect cock.
Then, her hips began to move back and forth, rubbing her wet pussy against his rigid member.
Jjyu-beut. Jjyu-beut.
“B-bad boys… hngh… have to be… pun, hnnngh… ished…!”
Was this her revenge for last night? Eun-ah berated Dokyun as she rocked her hips, but even as she did, her body twitched and trembled, looking utterly sloppy as she became lost in pleasure.
The base of his cock was rubbed by her labia, becoming slick with her sticky fluid. The slight trembling of their connected bodies announced her excitement.
“Hnngh…!”
Her movements paused. Her chin tilted up. Her back arched slightly, and then, a gush of fluid erupted from the pussy pressed against his cock.
Pushyut—!
He was dumbfounded that she could come so quickly after moving so little, but more importantly, he had to figure out how to resolve this situation.
“Haaah…”
He heard her panting breath. The rise and fall of her chest with each breath fueled his lust.
He squeezed his eyes shut. He had to think. He couldn’t undo what had already happened. Honestly, he had no excuse. No matter what he said, it wouldn’t make a damn bit of difference.
His thoughts raced. If he couldn’t avoid sex, he had to at least avoid the pregnancy attack. As his mind spun, searching for a solution, Dokyun remembered one thing he had forgotten.
Condoms!
The contraceptive device, right there on the shelf behind the bed. If he used that, he could at least avoid pregnancy.
Having made up his mind, Dokyun sat up, wrapped his arms around her waist, and whispered in her ear.
“Just a second.”
“Nyeheh…”
A dazed reply came back, as if she were still basking in the afterglow of her orgasm.
Dokyun pulled his body away, reached behind him to fumble around on the second shelf, and grabbed a small, rectangular box.
0.01mm ultra-thin condoms. It was the lifeline that would let him breathe.
With swift hands, Dokyun tore open the box, ripped the foil packet, and rolled the condom over his throbbing cock.
I’ll make her come fast and end this.
He didn’t know whether to call it fortunate, but the woman was so sensitive that she came multiple times even while he was coming just once.
In other words, if he pushed her as hard as he could, he could end this before they ran out of condoms.
His mind made up, Dokyun reached for her again and wrapped his arms around her waist.
His body was already defiled. If it happened once, there was no reason it couldn’t happen twice.
Dokyun grabbed his cock and aligned it with the entrance to her pussy. Foreplay seemed unnecessary. The pussy before his eyes was already thoroughly soaked in her fluid, looking as if it couldn’t get any looser.
“I’m going in.”
Thrust—!
“Heugok…!”
He drove his cock straight in to finish things quickly. Her body jolted violently as she took him in.
The moment he entered, her body went rigid, her limbs stretching out and trembling. The whites of her eyes showed.
What a fucking pushover.
No, really. It was a pathetically weak pussy. It was hard to believe this was the same woman who had tied him up and had her way with him. Her pussy was a third-rate pushover that came the instant it was penetrated.
He considered fucking her until she passed out and then searching the house, but he dismissed the idea, thinking it was a bad move since he didn’t know when she might wake up.
Dokyun, still holding her, began to slowly rotate his hips, massaging every inch of her vagina.
Her flailing arms wrapped around his neck, creating a scene where she was clinging to him. Then, from her lips, pressed tightly against his neck, came a pleading whimper.
“More… more…”
Her voice, begging for his cock while clinging to his ear, stimulated his carnal desires.
Well, if she’s asking for it.
Maintaining his hold, Dokyun leaned forward, laying Eun-ah down on the bed. He grabbed her thighs, spread them wide, and began to move his hips.
He could see her inner flesh clinging to his cock as he pulled out. Dokyun withdrew until only the tip remained inside, then snapped his hips, ramming it back in all at once.
Thrust—!
“Keuhot!”
Slap—!
“Eugeuk!”
Smack—!
“Hooook…!”
The variety of moans that escaped with every thrust fueled his excitement. The slick fluid that splattered with each collision of flesh began to drench Dokyun’s body, which had dried overnight. As his excitement peaked, his habitual words of degradation slipped out.
“Eun-ah. Weren’t you going to punish me?”
Thwack—!
“Oooohk…!”
“You said you were going to punish me, but it looks like you’re the one being punished.”
Schlap—!
“Kkhiiik!”
“Say something.”
Paang—!
“Huu-eut…!”
The corners of his mouth lifted. It was a long-standing habit, one that emerged every time he had sex, making him spew degrading words at the woman moaning beneath him.
After thrusting for some time, Dokyun felt the urge to cumulate. He lowered his head and whispered in her ear.
“I’m going to cum now, okay?”
“Nyeheh… keuhk, nyeheeet…!”
Pak! Pak! Pak!
His hips moved faster. He didn’t know how many times she had come, but he had personally witnessed it four times, so it must have been more than that.
“Heup!”
“Hooook…!”
He felt the sensation of his semen gushing from deep within, only to be blocked by the membrane. A sense of reassurance washed over him at the thought of the condom preventing it from entering her vagina.
Feeling the afterglow of his orgasm, Dokyun looked down at her, clinging to him, splayed out and trembling like a flipped-over frog. A sigh of relief escaped him at the thought that he had, at least, avoided the worst.
Her chest heaved. Her cheeks were flushed bright red. Her lips were parted, drool trickling down. He felt like he had won.
And yet, as he savored this faint sense of victory, a wave of misery belatedly washed over Dokyun’s body. His head tilted back toward the ceiling. His fists clenched.
Fuck…
In the end, he hadn’t even lasted a week before he was fucked. The reality of it was finally hitting him.