Just Look at My Face
When Noona threw herself into my arms, I held her back.
I still had no idea what was wrong.
I didn't know why she had clung to me with that terrified look on her face.
What had she seen in the bathroom?
There was no way to find out, so I simply held her and decided not to ask what was going on. I just held her, stroked her, and told her everything would be fine.
But her breathing only grew louder than before.
"Haa… huuh… huuhh… haa… ha… ah… ah…"
The heavier her breathing became, the more ragged her gasps turned.
This wasn't working.
I couldn't think of anything else, so I started taking off my clothes.
"K-Kang-to? What are you doing?"
"I can't think of any other way to calm you down."
Right. If nothing else came to mind, then at least this.
With that thought, I pulled her tight against me, and before long her breathing slowly found its way back toward normal.
"You okay?"
"I-I'm okay. I was just… so dizzy. So dizzy I couldn't stand it. So…"
"So?"
"Do it."
I already knew what she meant. So I slowly peeled the clothes from her body.
And what I saw was Noona with her entire arms wrapped in bruises.
I decided not to ask what had happened to her, or what kind of thing she had been through.
Nothing good would come of asking.
So this time, I was the one who kissed her first.
It would make it harder for her to breathe, but I wanted to wake her startled body, even a little.
Before long our tongues tangled together.
There wasn't enough air, but neither of us had the presence of mind to care. We just held each other's faces and mixed our tongues.
Inside her mouth felt far softer than before.
I fell into that softness and couldn't stop. I had never imagined that learning the inside of someone's mouth with our tongues tangled together could feel this happy, this joyful.
"Pwahh… haa… Breathe—let's breathe and do it. If we keep going like this, they'll find us as corpses who kissed each other to death without taking a single breath. You don't want that either."
"Yeah. You're right."
"So breathe, and go slow."
I stripped the rest of the way too.
Noona gripped both of her arms as if trying to hide something, but then she opened them and looked at me.
"Only look at my face. Got it?"
"Got it."
She told me to look only at her face, so that was all I could do.
I still didn't have the courage to look at her wounds.
Or rather—even if I could look, I knew perfectly well she would never allow it.
So I slowly began rubbing myself against her there, grinding my own against hers.
I could barely see, and a fear rose in me that I might not be able to do this right—but still, Noona…
"Slowly. From there, down. Yeah. There. Mm… put it in…"
"Okay."
She guided me. And so, slowly, I entered her again.
At first there was still that sense of resistance, of being blocked—but once I was past it, I slid in without catching, inch by careful inch.
"Euhhat… ah… ugh… My stomach hurts so much I could go crazy… You're that big and it feels so good I can't stand it. Ah… ahh… uuuh…"
Watching her suffer, I had no idea what I was supposed to do.
I couldn't tell whether she was in pain because it felt good, or in pain simply because it hurt.
And yet—
"You can move however you want…. It doesn't hurt that much. Yours is fine, Kang-to."
The moment permission fell, my hips moved on their own.
I held her tight as if telling her not to move, and my hips began to work.
My body understood that it had been waiting for nothing but that permission.
It wasn't as if I had been craving her body—so why were my hips so honest?
They moved so freely it barely felt like me at all.
"Oh, ooo, ooooh, oh… aaa… aaaugh… ah…"
Her moans grew rougher.
I thought about slowing down even a little, but her short legs locked around my waist.
Short as they were, I could feel how badly she wanted it.
"Deep—you're thrusting so deep. So deep it makes me happy. Heh, hehe… That feeling of you pressing in hard and pushing—I love it… ooooh?! Oh, ah, aaaa, aaaaaaa!!!"
Her moans turned raw, and I still couldn't tell whether she truly wasn't in pain. But the more she sounded like that, the less I could stop my hips.
If anything, I couldn't stand not hearing those sounds from her.
In my head I knew she was hurting—so why couldn't I stop?
Was this a man's instinct? That thing where the more you like someone, the more you want to torment them?
At first I thought I didn't have anything like that. But at some point, those feelings had started growing toward Noona.
This was only the second time. Why couldn't I stop?
Because she had given me permission this time?
Or because that sweet, tight squeeze from below kept rolling up through me?
Every time my head went blank, I realized how happy this felt, and before I knew it I was losing myself again.
The feeling of happiness wouldn't leave my mind.
Or maybe I wasn't even sure whether "happiness" was the right word for it.
More than happiness, it was the sensation of conquering her right here—
the sensation of filling her belly—that felt so good I couldn't bear it.
"Noona, I'm sorry, I'm sorry…!"
"W-what are you sorry forrr… I like it toooo… I like it because you're putting it in meeee!!! Ah… aaaa…!"
Just yesterday had been our first time. Could the two of us really be like this already?
It was almost absurd.
According to every sex-ed class I'd ever sat through, this wasn't supposed to happen.
"We, um, what do you call it? C-compatibility? I think ours is really good? It hurts so much I feel like I'm tearing, but I like yours so much I can't stand it. I-I'm weird… I've never felt anything like this, so I don't know why it feels this good… My head really hurts… It feels so good my head hurts…"
I looked at her face. Blood was running from her nose.
"N-Noona, your nose…"
"Hehe… Don't worry. A nosebleed won't kill me. If anything, doing this feels so good I can't hold back. My nose is bleeding, and I think I'm going to die from how happy I am. You keep thrusting inside me and my head sways… By the time I came to, I'd already been bleeding for a while…"
"L-let me wipe it first…"
"Don't wipe it. Keep going like this."
For a moment her happy tone cut off.
When I started moving again, Noona began moaning even harder, as if it felt even better.
Her nose was bleeding, but she still wouldn't stop.
Looking closer, I saw her eyes had turned red too—
as if she couldn't withstand the excitement.
"N-Noona, your eyes…"
"I know, I know, I know! But being happy comes first! Just—just make me happy. I can wipe the nosebleed later, and I can put drops in my eyes later, so just keep fucking me… Please fuck me…"
Looking at her face—like she was determined to enjoy only this moment—I simply held her close.
"Oh, uuuh, euaah, ang, aaa, aaaaang! Ang!"
The rougher her moans became, the rougher her breathing turned.
I knew the nosebleed would probably get worse too—maybe that was why I had already been moving so fast.
I shouldn't torment her any further. That thought filled my head, and still I couldn't stop.
I didn't know whether I wanted to finish quickly or keep going forever.
"Euaah… aht… ahh… mm…!"
Her expression looked happier than I had ever seen it, and when I couldn't hold back anymore, my movements turned violent.
Something snapped again, and I couldn't stop.
I knew perfectly well I shouldn't—but if I stopped, neither of us would feel good anymore. So even with her blood on my body, as long as I thought only of making her feel good, I couldn't stop at all.
"Haa, haa… I feel so good I could die. My head's spinning and I love it…"
It was obviously because of the nosebleed, but she seemed to think it was because I was fucking her.
And I started thinking the same thing.
Why did the sight of Noona with a nosebleed please me so much?
I didn't really know.
Maybe this was what Senior Su-hyeon had meant by a desire to dominate. Or maybe…
"I-I'm weird, I'm weird, my head's spinning, spinning more and more, I-I don't think I can hold on anymooore…"
"M-me too. Me too, right now…"
I was dizzy.
But I didn't want this heat to fade.
I didn't know why. I couldn't understand why.
"Then come inside me too. Please… I feel like I'm going to lose my mind… Let me come… Let me comeee…"
Strength drained from her voice little by little.
But the lewdness still clinging to that voice kept my hips from stopping.
If I came inside her like this, she would melt all over again.
"Noona, sorry—I think I'm about to…"
"Ah, aaaa, ah… aaa… aaa…"
Noona couldn't form words anymore—only moans came out—and in the end I held her and came.
Longer and more than last time. Enough that it wouldn't have been strange if she got pregnant for real.
And the moment I pulled out, what I saw was Noona with blood still softly running from her nose.
I snapped back to myself, wiped her nose, and packed it with tissue.
But for some reason that sight of her looked so good I still couldn't stop.
If I stopped now… I felt like I would never be able to do this again.
"Ah, wait—you want to go more? My lower half still feels weird. Ehehe… What are you going to do if my nose starts bleeding even worse…"
I swallowed even those words and kissed her.
Then I put it in again, and rocked, and repeated it.
I was the one who would take responsibility—that thought came first, but the feeling of how good it was came even sooner.
Did Noona feel good too?
If she did, how good did it feel?
I had no way of knowing.
By the time I came back to myself, dawn was already approaching, and both of us had collapsed right there, exhausted, and fallen asleep.
If I hadn't had lectures the next day, I might well have wrecked Noona's waist completely.
And maybe I would have come so much I truly couldn't have taken responsibility for it.
Either way, I couldn't know—but right now, falling asleep with Noona was so happy I couldn't stand it.