Taking Responsibility
"Take responsibility and wash me up to here~" Lee Ha-neul murmured before they headed out to the living room to sleep. Chuuop, chjooop… pop! Jang Hansol pulled his cock from her mouth. The rough sex in the room had finally come to an end.
Aaah… my jaw hurts… It’s finally over…
They say that when someone experiences a major trauma, their personality, behavior, tastes, even their appetite can change in an instant. It wasn’t that having sex with Hansol oppa was so unpleasant she’d call it trauma. Still, it had been the most shocking thing to happen in the twenty years she’d been alive.
Ugh… what do I do? What did I just do with Hansol oppa…?
What? A cock that would save her? Her master’s? She had sucked it eagerly while lost in arousal, but now that it was over, the self-loathing hit hard.
Should I run away? The thought even crossed her mind until Jang Hansol looked at her steadily, his gaze understanding. Lee Ha-neul flinched when their eyes met, but quickly changed her mind. Running away right after sex would be rude… I’ll stay a little longer.
She didn’t want to go home yet. Truthfully, her body was so exhausted she barely had the strength to walk. She just wanted to collapse on the floor and sleep.
"Oppa, want to sleep together in the living room?"
She said it as if it didn’t matter anymore. Even she didn’t know why she’d added the word “together.” Maybe some dark, greedy desire to stay with him after sex had slipped out.
"......"
The brief silence made her terribly embarrassed, but then—
"Sure. I’ll lay out a blanket in the living room."
The moment Jang Hansol agreed, Lee Ha-neul felt a strange sense of satisfaction. He took a fresh blanket from the wardrobe and spread it out, almost as if he’d already anticipated they wouldn’t be using the bed.
"I’ll wipe you down before we sleep."
His touch was gentle as he carefully cleaned her body. She wondered if this was really the same man who had been so rough with her on the bed. Jang Hansol simply thought that since she was going to be his onahole from now on, he should keep her clean. Lee Ha-neul, unaware of that, simply enjoyed the pleasant sensation and stayed still.
"Ha… Hansol oppa…"
"Yeah?"
"Can you let me use your arm as a pillow?"
"An arm pillow?"
He looked puzzled, but she didn’t back down. It was as if her desire for compensation after being handled so roughly had kicked in. Now that the sex was over, she wanted something from the man in front of her, even if it meant acting spoiled.
"I feel anxious trying to sleep like this… I think I’d sleep better if you let me use your arm. Is that okay?"
"Fine. I owe you an apology for a lot of things today anyway."
Jang Hansol readily offered his arm. When she rested her head on his thick forearm, she felt a sense of security. It was almost as if he were emitting pheromones that put women at ease. She had noticed it during sex—his scent had a way of calming her while making her want to keep breathing it in. Sleeping like this, she felt she could rest comfortably anywhere. And then—
Why does this oppa suddenly look so lovable?
Her heart was being drawn to Jang Hansol, not just her body. She had known about her own perverted tendencies and that provoking him with insults would make him treat her roughly. Back then, she hadn’t felt any rational attraction toward him. She had only seen him as someone who could satisfy her kinks. But now—
Thump!
Without even realizing when it started, Lee Ha-neul felt a strong attraction to the man named Jang Hansol himself.
Thump! Thump!
It was the first time she had ever felt genuine affection for a man.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
And for those feelings to change so suddenly like this—
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump…!
Just as every sandal has its match, this man had to be the partner fate had chosen for her. There was no other explanation. The moment that thought took hold, her affection for him instantly turned into love, painting her chest in rosy hues.
Facing the man she had only just started liking, Lee Ha-neul could no longer hold back her emotions.
"Oppa… I’m in heat. Help me relieve stress again… kiing, kiing."
She said it without the slightest embarrassment.
"Aang… I don’t know anything about that~ Just do it for me… Master♥ Please put your cock in Ha-neul’s pussy~"
Aegyo naturally laced her voice even though she wasn’t trying. She found herself acting spoiled. The face she had once found frightening now looked incredibly handsome. With this man, she felt she would never have to suffer from stress again.
"You fucking bitch!"
He cursed roughly as he thrust into her. She immediately wrapped both arms around his neck. Her pussy clenched and twitched as if recognizing its master. Jang Hansol kept moving his hips, drowning her in pleasure so intense it felt like her mind was melting. Lee Ha-neul moaned loudly, feeling as though she were walking through heaven.
Viewrurururut, viewrut, beut…!
"Aaaang…!"
Feeling his cum fill her belly once more, she climaxed in pure bliss. Lee Ha-neul made a vow. She would become the perfect slave, devoted only to Jang Hansol.
And I’ll ask him to get me pregnant first…♥
She knew she wouldn’t be the only woman by his side. If she fulfilled her duties as a slave to the best of her ability, she could at least ask to be the first to carry his child. It was already a foregone conclusion that she would bear his baby.
Today, Lee Ha-neul had clearly realized that her heart belonged solely to Jang Hansol. And—
He seems to like the back too. If I develop it in advance, he’ll like me even more, right? Hehe♥
She decided she would train her rear whenever she had time so he could use it comfortably whenever he pleased.
* * *
He had pounded into Ha-neul nonstop for three straight hours. He thought his cock might actually get rubbed raw.
Aw, it hurts like hell…
It wasn’t a matter of stamina. The constant friction had made the skin swell and ache. It was already 3 p.m. Including the short nap, Ha-neul had been at his place for nearly six hours. From the look on her face, she clearly had no intention of leaving unless he told her to go. If they kept this up, they really would spend the entire day having sex, so he decided to stop.
No matter how sex-crazed I am, wasting a whole day on nothing but sex feels like a waste.
Ha-neul looked like she wanted more, but when he suggested they eat lunch together, she happily agreed. They had already had plenty of sex, so she seemed content to do something else with him.
Chugeogeok…
He pulled out. As he tried to get up after releasing her from his arms, Ha-neul’s arms refused to let go.
"Hehe… hehehehe…"
Her heart had completely opened to him. She let out a loose, happy laugh while tightly hugging his neck. It was surprising every time he saw her smile like that.
"Ha-neul, we said we were going to eat…"
"I know… but we have to shower anyway, so can’t we just go to the shower together like this?"
"That’s weird. The Ha-neul I know is the type who takes care of her own responsibilities and gets shy about asking for favors."
"You already know that Ha-neul was fake. Come on, let’s go to the shower and wash up together, oppa. Hehe…"
"Alright. I’ll wash you."
"Eek, mommy…!"
He lifted her easily with one hand supporting her butt. Surprised that he could pick her up so effortlessly, she let out a cute yelp and wrapped her legs around his waist. As her body rose, her face came right in front of his, filled with a refined, ladylike smile. Especially those sparkling eyes looking at him—they were incredibly beautiful.
"Oppa, you’re seriously amazing. You’re really strong."
"I grew tall just so I could carry you around like this."
"Ah, really…♥ Hansol oppa…"
Kkoook!
With a face that said she was going crazy from how lovable he was, Ha-neul hugged him tightly. Of course, he enjoyed the feeling of her breasts pressing against his chest and her soft hair tickling his cheek and neck. But had her aegyo really increased this much? She felt like a puppy that had completely fallen for its owner and kept clinging to him.
Yura noona is like a prickly cat, and Ha-neul is like a cute puppy, huh.
Just like Yura noona, Ha-neul clearly had romantic feelings for him. There was no mistaking it from her expression. But in the way she looked at him, he could sense something beyond mere affection.
Once they entered the bathroom, he sat her on the shower stool and carefully washed her body.
"Spread your legs. I’ll wash your pussy too."
"Yes… Look, it’s twitching because oppa is touching it. I guess it already misses oppa’s cock. Isn’t that amazing?"
"Pfft. What are you saying? When you go home, you should tone down the dirty talk. Cut back on masturbating too."
"Why masturbating…"
"You don’t need to relieve stress with masturbation anymore. Not when I’m here."
"No. I still have to do it with oppa and masturbate while thinking about you. I can use oppa as side dishes, right?"
"Yeah, yeah. Do whatever you want. Who’s going to stop you when you act all innocent on the outside but only think about dirty stuff on the inside?"
He had meant he would relieve her stress anytime, but he never imagined she would say she wanted to masturbate while using him as material too. If Ha-jun found out, he would probably faint from shock. No, the whole family would be turned upside down.
"Looks like you’re all clean. Anywhere else you want me to wash?"
"Anywhere is fine?"
"Huh? I was just asking, but you actually have somewhere? I thought I washed inside your pussy pretty thoroughly."
"There’s one more place. My butt hole. You have to wash there too."
She got off the stool, immediately knelt down, and bent forward.
Chaaaak…!
Then she spread her cheeks with both hands. Smiling brightly, she urged him on.
"It’s the part you praised and said was pretty, so you have to take responsibility and wash it clean. Hehe…"
"Uh, uh…? Yeah. I’ll do it…"
Her bold request to have her ass washed left him flustered instead. In that short time, something had clearly changed in her. Ha-neul no longer had any sense of shame. He lathered his fingers and carefully cleaned every fold and crevice inside.
"Haaang…! Aang, ang… My butt feels so good… Deeper, deeper… Haah…"
Ha-neul moaned in pleasure. She no longer felt any resistance to having her back hole touched.
What the hell? Is this really Ha-neul, or is she some fake wearing her face? Or did having too much sex actually mess up her brain?
It was hard to keep up with the changes. He finished the shower in a daze, but soon realized this was still the same Ha-neul.
After she left the shower first, he stayed behind to clean up. When he finally stepped out—
"Hello? Yeah, oppa…"
He could hear Ha-neul’s voice on the phone in the living room. He stayed in the room and quietly listened in.
"Uh, yeah…? R-right now? Uh… I’m with a friend… C-class?! Uh… class is over, but… I’m going to stay with my friend a bit longer and go home late…… Ah, okay. I’ll come home before it gets too late…… I’m an adult now too! Don’t worry so much, oppa…… Yeah, I’ll hang up."
He couldn’t hear the other person’s voice, but from the context, it seemed like she was talking to Lee Ha-jun. And because her voice was unmistakably that of the shy Lee Ha-neul he knew—
So she only acts like this in front of me. Whew… Thank god.
Knowing that she had simply followed his request to be comfortable only with him brought him relief. As a man, he naturally wanted to keep a woman’s hidden vulgar side all to himself. He hoped Ha-neul would forever remain a pure, innocent girl to everyone except him. Why? Well, it was hotter that way.