How Many Times Through the Night
I lost count of how many times we had thrown our bodies together through the night. Before the aftershocks of my climax had even faded, we were reaching for each other again like magnets, losing ourselves in the friction of skin against skin until all thought gave way to appetite.
That sticky beginning had started with the strange moment from the night before, when Nayeon sucked on my fingers. I had slowly grasped the back of her head as she looked up at me with that hazy, unfocused expression, my wet fingers filling her mouth. When my hand drifted near her lips and then moved again, she followed the pressure of my guidance, cautiously licking along the back of my hand and wrist. I steered her head as her tongue traced up past my wrist, my shoulder, and into the hollow beneath my arm. Even as her body trembled in tiny shivers from the unfamiliar stimulation and the scent of a man, she obeyed the wordless pressure I placed on her.
When her lips finally came to rest against my chest, I tightened my grip on her hair and held her in place near my nipple. She hesitated for a moment, as if she were about to pull back, but under the firmness of my hand pressing her head downward, she seemed to give up and opened her mouth around it. At first she was tentative, touching only with her lips, but soon she grew bolder. She began to suck with an obscene, slurping sound, like a child begging for milk. The sudden intensity of it made my body jerk, and Nayeon, encouraged by my reaction, worked even more diligently, wetting my chest with her tongue.
After I had enjoyed that for a while, I took hold of her head again and guided her downward. When we reached the swollen, hard length of my center, which was swelling with force, Nayeon couldn’t bring herself to open her mouth. She only rubbed her hot cheek against me, or brushed the surface with her lips as if teasing it, trembling without ever quite taking it in. Instead of forcing her, I gently stroked her hair and laid her down on the bed. Then, this time, I did the reverse and put Nayeon’s slender fingers in my mouth, sucking on them. As if to say, This is how it’s done. Watch carefully.
I licked slowly along the back of her hand and wrist, then deeper between her delicate armpits, retracing exactly what she had done to me. Nayeon arched and twisted at the strange, wet sensation on those oversensitive places, a broken moan spilling from her lips. Without pause, I moved down to her chest, bit lightly at her nipple, then sucked on it with the same babyish, slurping sounds she had made earlier. My saliva gleamed across her pale skin, stoking her humiliation. Nayeon stared blankly as her breast sank beneath my mouth and then rose again, drawing ragged breaths.
“Do you like it? I really liked it when Nayeon did this for me earlier too. You know your nipple’s gotten really hard right now, don’t you?”
My blunt words flushed her face with shame, but she couldn’t resist the primal pleasure rising inside her and trembled all over. I moved lower again, circling the skin around her navel with my tongue, stretching out her anticipation, before finally pressing my tongue to the place that was soaked through. The obscene sound of wet sucking broke the silence, and Nayeon let out a sharp cry, clutching the back of my head as she shuddered.
How many times we twisted and ground together in that state, devouring each other’s fluids, I no longer knew. Only after that long night had worn itself out were we able to fall into a brief sleep at dawn.
When I woke to the Sunday morning sunlight brushing against my eyelids, only the imprint of her body remained beneath the blanket. Turning my head, I saw Nayeon sitting at the desk, studying on her iPad. She wasn’t wearing a bra, just a loose white T-shirt and a single pair of panties. From behind, as she kept brushing back strands of hair that kept slipping down and focused on her work, she looked unnervingly neat and yet maddeningly alluring.
Even after I had driven her so brutally through the night, the liveliness of morning and the sight of her unguarded back made my lower body swell again with vicious force. There was no way to suppress the heavy, rising desire. I got out of bed and walked over to her without even bothering with a greeting.
“You’re awake…?”
Nayeon turned and froze. When she saw my erection thrust up red and hard, looming right beside her face, her pupils shook wildly. Embarrassment and shame flickered across her clear eyes in a complicated tangle. The obscene memories from last night seemed to come crashing back over her all at once.
“Again, first thing in the morning…?”
Instead of answering, I grabbed a fistful of her soft hair from the back of her head and shoved myself between her parted lips. If it had been yesterday, she would have screamed and resisted, but now Nayeon opened her mouth and accepted me with learned obedience.
She was so endearingly earnest as she moved her tongue slowly and awkwardly, trying to please me. Her teeth occasionally scraped against sensitive skin and stung, but the effort she made for my sake, nodding her head and willingly enduring the humiliation, looked almost painfully sweet. I tangled my hand in her hair and murmured in a low voice.
“Good girl. So pretty, and so obedient.”
At the praise, she seemed to brighten and moved her tongue even more eagerly. Excited by the stimulation, I quickly erased the tenderness and began driving myself deep into her throat. With both hands gripping her head tightly, I worked her back and forth without mercy, and she made choking sounds, moaning in pain. Tears and mucus smeared together, while thick saliva and pre-cum spilled from the corners of her mouth and ran down her chin.
I took exquisite pleasure in ravaging her throat. The tears gathering in her eyes only fueled the sadism in me. Nayeon clawed at my thigh as if she were struggling to breathe, but I did not stop, continuing to violate her mouth until at last I pulled back. She staggered away and couldn’t hold back the gagging, rushing to the bathroom.
She clung to the sink and retched, spitting out the fluids pooling in her mouth. The sight of her bent-over body, with the line of her ass so temptingly emphasized, sent my arousal surging back like wildfire. I followed after her, yanked down her panties as she bent over, and drove in between her legs without hesitation. The entrance, already soaked from being ravaged all night, swallowed me whole without resistance.
“Mister… haah, ngh… why do you have so much stamina…? Please, stop now… I feel like I’m going to die….”
Nayeon protested through tears, but I only tightened my grip on her slender waist and drove into her relentlessly over the cold sink. The bathroom filled with the filthy slap of flesh on flesh and her screams, half-broken into moans. Seeing her own wrecked reflection in the mirror, Nayeon squeezed her eyes shut. But I forced her head around so she had to look. I wanted her to see clearly who was dominating her.
After everything was finally over and we had washed ourselves again, Nayeon hurriedly began getting dressed. Seeing her return to the image of a sweet college girl in a T-shirt and skirt stirred a strange possessiveness and jealousy in my chest, scratching at me from the inside. The fact that she was going to meet her boyfriend in that clean, innocent state was infuriating in a way I could hardly tolerate.
After checking out of the hotel, I headed down to the parking lot and spoke first, my voice heavy.
“I’ll drive you.”
Nayeon gave a weary nod at my offer. As I drove toward her apartment, the atmosphere inside the car felt heavy and stifling. Knowing full well that she was going to meet her boyfriend, I spent the entire drive snapping at her in a sharp, irritated tone. Nayeon did not try to soothe me; she only stared out the window and remained wrapped in deep silence. I couldn’t tell whether that bastard was already on her mind, or whether the afterimage of my own touch still remained on her body, and that uncertainty made me feel like I was going insane.
When we reached the front of the apartment building, I caught her wrist as she got out and said in a low voice,
“Call me tonight. It doesn’t matter if it’s late. I mean it. I’ll be waiting.”
Nayeon avoided my eyes, gave the faintest nod, and hurried into the building.
Long into Sunday night, I paced around the living room with every nerve fixed on my phone’s vibration. Eleven o’clock, midnight… even as the clock passed one in the morning, the screen remained cold and dark. The longer the silence stretched without a word from her, the more a mix of jealousy and anger gnawed at me.
Then, abruptly, the things Nayeon had cried out beneath me returned to me like an auditory hallucination. It’s Mister’s pussy… it belongs to Mister… Her humiliating, pleading voice, clinging to me. The private confession that should have belonged only to me—was it being repeated now, at this very hour, in her boyfriend’s arms? The possibility that she might be answering his gentle whispers with the same expression, or even with greater desperation, tore at my chest.
Maybe she was even now entangled with him, washing away the brutal traces I had left on her with someone else’s body heat. Had even the shame I planted in her become nothing more than seasoning for love in front of him? Was she whispering to him too, “It’s oppa’s”? My anxiety multiplied, one thread after another, driving me toward the edge.
In the end, I typed out a short message with trembling fingers. Instead of begging in pathetic jealousy, it was the last remnant of my pride, wanting to remain a composed adult. It was also a cowardly wish: that when Nayeon read the message, she would remember the sensations I had given her and shiver even while she was in that bastard’s arms.
“I’m worried because I haven’t heard from you, but I trust you. Good luck on your exam tomorrow. Make sure you text me after it’s over.”
Only after I hit send did I let out a long, heavy sigh and throw myself onto the bed. I imagined the subtle guilt and relief she would feel when she read it, and the filthy afterimages that would bloom again in her mind, then tried to rein in the desire boiling up inside me.
