Chapter 54
Chapter 54
His eyes, which had spotted the milky semen flowing from between Bom's legs, were once again consumed by passion.
“Bom.”
Jae-gyu, his voice restraining his desire, slowly rubbed Bom’s lower abdomen. Bom, who had her eyes closed, twitched her stomach and lifted her eyelashes.
“Jae-gyu… If I shower in a little while…”
Limply sprawled after her Orgasm, Bom thought she should go in after Jae-gyu had showered first, and closed her eyes again.
Perhaps because the sun was streaming in so brightly, her eyes dazzled even when closed. Bom left Jae-gyu’s hand to roam over her lower abdomen and murmured,
“The window is so bright.”
“Ah, should I turn off the light?”
Bom shook her head, her eyes still closed.
“No, it’s not that… I like that the window is big. It means the sunlight always came in whenever you stayed here, Jae-gyu. I think it would have been sadder if it were dark…”
Jae-gyu’s eyebrow twitched. He gazed down at Bom, who was catching her breath, then lowered his head and kissed her.
At the tender kiss, Bom smiled faintly and reached out, fumbling for the blanket. Even though they had just made love, to keep showing her naked body in such a brightly lit room…
“Ugh! What are you doing?!”
Jae-gyu’s hand, which had been rubbing her stomach, moved towards the cleft between her legs. Something sticky clung to Jae-gyu’s fingers, squelching. Realizing the source of the sound, Bom turned pale and looked down.
Jae-gyu, still naked, was rubbing her underside and looking at the semen on his fingers. Before her head could even spin, an unbelievable sight met her eyes.
Jae-gyu, looking at her Pussy, was becoming erect again. His increasingly ragged breathing made her uneasy.
“Jae-gyu…?!”
Bom’s eyes met Jae-gyu’s, and seeing the burning intensity in his gaze, she recoiled. Jae-gyu, his chest heaving, lunged forward and grabbed Bom’s ankle, pulling her closer.
“Ugh! I said stop it!”
Bom struggled, then turned over onto her stomach. Jae-gyu, who had already covered her from behind, neatly swept her disheveled hair over one shoulder and pressed a kiss to her nape.
“Hmm…”
Her fine hairs stood on end, and her chest swelled again. Was this what they meant by good Sexual Compatibility, as Jae-gyu had said?
As the man’s body pressed close, moans naturally welled up.
With still-hot hands, Jae-gyu slowly stroked the hollow of Bom’s lower back.
“Bom, this is…”
She tried to twist her waist and get up, but Jae-gyu, already pressed tightly against Bom’s back, took her right hand and interlaced his fingers with hers.
Jae-gyu gripped her buttocks, gently spreading them outwards, and aligned his Penis with the deep inner part of her Pussy.
Bom’s lips parted.
Jae-gyu had clearly just ejaculated a tremendous amount, yet his Penis was rigidly erect. In her confusion, he slowly began to insert his Penis, which was already aligned.
“Haaah!”
“Kuh!”
The sensation of being pushed into from behind was both unfamiliar and intense. Untouched areas were pressed, and her inner flesh twitched.
“Ha, haa…”
In that position, Jae-gyu, with his other hand—the one not interlaced with hers—placed his hand on Bom’s stomach and pressed down firmly. Each time his Penis moved in and out, her pressed stomach tightened restrictively.
“Huuuh, the feeling…!”
Jae-gyu’s breath, as he moved his hips relentlessly from behind her, directly brushed her earlobe, making her head spin.
“Ha, haa, harder… do it harder… Ugh!”
In this position, Bom sobbed, drenched in pleasure, for a long time.
The bright interior no longer mattered.
By the time they had made love several more times, both inside and outside were completely dark.
“Jae-gyu… I can’t do it anymore. I’m so tired.”
Bom shuddered in advance, seeing his Penis, which had become stiff again just minutes after he’d ejaculated.
“If you’re tired, do you want to just lie in my arms while we do it?!”
“Ha, no, it’s not that… We’ve already… done it four times…”
An exhausted Bom pleaded, her voice hoarse.
She’d never known it was possible to have sex so many times in one day. She couldn’t do any more.
She grabbed the blanket spread on the floor and quickly covered herself.
“Please…”
“Alright.”
Jae-gyu stroked her nape regretfully, then slipped into the blanket where Bom was lying. Jae-gyu, making a pillow with his firm arm, pressed a soft kiss to the crown of Bom’s head.
“I’m sorry. I… I lost my head for a moment.”
Jae-gyu’s body, still radiating heat, remained warm.
“I’m tired…”
“You’re sleepy, aren’t you? I’ll put you to sleep.”
At his gentle words, Bom smiled faintly, closed her eyes, then snapped them open again.
‘That’s right!’
If not tonight, when would she ever get to hear Jae-gyu’s story again? Bom wanted to hear everything today.
What happened after the story Jae-gyu was telling earlier?!
“Starting the ASMR Scalp Massage episode. Hello, do you have a reservation?!”
Deciding to shut Jae-gyu up before he could continue his strange noises, Bom quickly spoke.
“Jae-gyu, there’s something I want to hear.”
“What is it?”
She carefully shifted her body, changing from a back-hug to a face-to-face embrace.
Their faces were close, skin touching, but it didn’t feel awkward. Was it the effect of sex?
“Can’t you continue the story you were telling earlier?”
“Ah, it’s not a very interesting story.”
“Even so. I want to hear it.”
Jae-gyu’s eyes deepened. He hugged Bom tightly, settled into a firm position, and took a deep breath.
“You’re curious about how I lived, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Then I guess I should start with my father’s story.”
Jae-gyu calmly began his story.
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Seon Jae-gyu hated his father.
A father who, once he left for sea, usually wouldn’t return for over a year. During that time, Jae-gyu was left alone in a solitary house on the mountainside.
He mainly cooked and ate instant ramen bought by the box, and sometimes wandered around the neighborhood, scrounging for food. Mostly, the Inn owner in the fish market alley often fed him. She was a kind Person who would give him a room whenever his father beat him.
Living like that, just as his father’s image began to fade, his father would return. Always the same.
His father, carrying the strong scent of the sea, would lift Jae-gyu high and hug him, saying he missed his son.
But that was it.
His father, once home, lived with alcohol constantly on his lips, and by the time he’d emptied two or three bottles, he’d call Jae-gyu, who was squatting outside.
“Why don’t you look anything like your mother? If you’d resembled her even a little, I’d dote on you. You fucking bastard.”
The drunken rant, starting with accusations of not resembling his mother, escalated into shouts of “What did you do when your mother was dying?!” and then to brutal violence.
Each time his father’s calloused hand, hardened by sea work, slapped his cheek, young Jae-gyu thought,
Then what did you do, Father?
The doctor at the hospital had clearly said it. Not to overexert herself. Not to get stressed. But Jae-gyu had never seen his mother rest. His father would always dump his responsibilities and then just leave to go to sea, and his mother would be busy running around to sort everything out.
Young Jae-gyu thought it wouldn’t be strange if his mother left at any time, all because of his father. He wished she had just run away. Then, like other mothers, she could have worn pretty clothes sometimes and gone to the hair salon.
“Mom, just leave before Dad comes back. You can go to Seoul, that’s your hometown, right?”
“Where would I go, leaving you behind? Go inside and study.”
His mother, who had only ever cleaned up after his father, left for a distant place as soon as Jae-gyu entered middle school.
It was when his father was out at sea. Jae-gyu, without his father, wept bitterly in the hospital, listening to the hospital staff talk about funerals and such.
His father, after months of sorrowful drinking, as if he’d forgotten everything, started bringing women home.
Jae-gyu tried to find a relative who might take him in, but there was no one suitable. He’d heard his father had a younger brother, eight years his junior, but rumors said he was also a gambling addict. The brothers were quite a pair, both living it up.
Once he became an adult, if he just saved money, he could escape. That was Jae-gyu’s only wish.
He had no great interest in school life. He doubted he’d live particularly well even if he escaped this place, but it would certainly be better than now.
“Don’t you need money?”
By the time he entered high school, Jae-gyu had already reached nearly 190cm in height, and, like his father, had a large build, so he was earning money doing physical labor. It was hauling carts of goods at the fishing village auction. The daily wage was paid in cash, which was decent, but still not quite enough.
Mr. Noh, a friend of his father’s, noticed this and called Jae-gyu aside.
“Money? Of course, I need it.”
“Jae-gyu, will you run an errand for me?”
Mr. Noh’s errand was simple. A large ship would be arriving soon, and he just needed to receive goods from people coming from Seoul and load them onto it.
When he asked if there were many items, he was told the quantity was considerable, but not impossible to carry. However, having to do the work alone in the dead of night, without anyone knowing, and being told not to tell anyone, felt suspicious.
Mr. Noh offered 500,000 won as payment. The large sum was tempting, but Jae-gyu said he’d think about it for now and returned home.
That day, his father returned after one year and eight months. As usual, he was drunk, carrying a black plastic bag with soju and cigarettes.
“Look at my son, this bastard, how much he’s grown. He’s so big, he’s a spitting image of me.”
“I don’t look like you.”
“Your build, and your eyes, nose, mouth—they’re all mine.”
He had grown so much since the last time they met, it was indeed surprising. His eyes, which had been scanning Jae-gyu, then drifted down to his crotch.
“Your Dick is big too, just like mine. Thanks to your old man, you won’t have to worry about women, huh?”
He hated hearing it. Normally, he would have lowered his eyes and kept silent, but today, perhaps because he was planning to leave home soon, a rebellious spirit surged within him.
“What do I have in common with you, Father?”
“You goddamn bastard! How dare you look me straight in the eye?!”
A fist flew. His jawbone was struck, followed by indiscriminate kicks.
There was no longer any need to endure it. His father, who had once seemed impossibly large, was now small enough for Jae-gyu to look down on, and his grip was not what it used to be. Or perhaps, Jae-gyu’s own resilience had grown that much.
Jae-gyu seized his father’s wrist in one swift motion.
“You son of a bitch! Just because you’ve grown a little, you’re defying your old man?”
“Stop it. Just stop!”
When Jae-gyu abruptly let go of his wrist, his father’s eyes rolled back wildly. He strode into the kitchen, pulled a knife from his pocket, and suddenly sliced through the orange rubber hose next to the gas stove. Jae-gyu, who had followed him out, snatched the knife and clicked his tongue.
“Are you trying to blow up the house?”
“You goddamn bastard, get out of this house right now. If you don’t, I swear, I’ll burn this whole damn place to the ground.”
Fury surged within Jae-gyu at the sight of his father pulling out a lighter and brandishing it threateningly.
Jae-gyu snatched his jacket from the dining chair and left the house. He had the 50,000 won daily wage in his jacket, and he intended not to return home with it.
As he was shoving his feet into his shoes, something caught Jae-gyu’s eye.
A wad of cash on the shoe rack.
His father, who enjoyed house gambling, always brought his earnings from the sea back in cash. He knew it was a large sum. He’d heard it was tens of millions of won for each trip. Though he’d never given any of it to his family.
Jae-gyu’s heart pounded.
Should I take it? With this, I can escape.