Teaching Him His Place (10)
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We finished eating quickly.
I’d left half the cheese pork cutlet on the plate.
Kang Juhyuk looked like he’d cleaned his plate without a speck left, but I didn’t check.
Without a word, I stood, paid the bill, and signaled that we should leave quickly.
Kang Juhyuk jumped up at once and followed after me.
Hurrying.
Hurrying to the car.
I paid the parking meter with my card, then got in.
As I moved with a stiff face, making sharp little clicking sounds with every step and saying nothing, Kang Juhyuk trailed after me more cautiously than before.
"Nuna... are you mad by any chance?"
"About what."
"I’m sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t call you Haeun nuna... Anyway, the complicated part, I..."
"Yeah, that’s not my problem."
Don’t worry about it.
Don’t meddle in my affairs.
All you need to do is fuck me and then get lost.
I’d think about the rest later.
I’d decide then whether I’d call him again!
Right now, right now, I didn’t want to think about anything.
I was so stressed out.
I wanted to forget this reality as fast as possible.
Sex.
Sex...
That was enough for now.
Today had been more than enough for a head full of complicated thoughts.
I drove to a love hotel, straight for a love hotel.
When the navigation displayed the words love hotel, I heard Kang Juhyuk tense up beside me.
I ignored it. I couldn’t afford not to.
The closest one, any place would do.
I didn’t care if the place was rundown.
And if it was expensive, that was fine too.
All I needed was a bed and an enclosed space. Just those two things.
I parked at the love hotel and got out in a hurry.
I went inside at a brisk pace.
Kang Juhyuk half-jogged to keep up behind me.
Unlike a normal hotel, there was no staff at the front desk.
Instead, there was a reservation panel, a kind of kiosk, with photos of the rooms.
There were all sorts of themes too. A subway, a classroom atmosphere, SM... whatever. I didn’t care.
I wasn’t here for some themed sex. I just needed a bed. A bed.
By the time Kang Juhyuk caught up behind me, I’d already finished choosing a theme and was taking the key from the machine.
Payment was made on the way out, so the key came out quickly.
I walked ahead again and got into the elevator.
Fifth floor.
As soon as I pressed the button, Kang Juhyuk moved up beside me.
The two of us stood alone in the elevator, waiting for the fifth floor to arrive.
Maybe because the space was so narrow, I could hear everything.
Gulp.
Thump, thump, thump.
The sound of swallowing, the sound of a heartbeat.
Looking at the way he’d fallen silent, it seemed Kang Juhyuk had realized what we were about to do the moment we got off.
No, he probably knew from the start.
Was he finally catching up to reality?
The front of his pants was already swelling.
He swallowed.
His heart was racing.
Maybe it wasn’t even Kang Juhyuk making those sounds. Maybe it was my body.
I didn’t know.
I didn’t want to think about it.
I held the key to the door reader and opened the room.
Everything was pink, and in the center sat a heart-shaped bed.
There were toys scattered over the furniture, a TV on the wall... and a shower stall whose interior was fully visible.
This was a place I’d come to more than once.
So why did it feel so unfamiliar?
I heard the door shut behind me as Kang Juhyuk followed me in.
The lock engaged automatically.
The windows had curtains drawn when we came in, so the room was practically sealed shut already.
A soft pink light bathed everything in a slightly dim glow.
The bed looked soft.
I walked slowly toward it.
"N, nuna. Um... should we shower first?"
"...Ah."
...Shower.
I couldn’t just lick him with bits of food still stuck to my mouth.
And nobody liked having sex with a body covered in the grime of the road and the dust from the taps.
But even that time felt... wasteful.
"No, it’s fine..."
"B-but. We didn’t buy condoms."
"Condoms... Ah, maybe there are a few free ones on that shelf over there..."
"Here...?"
Kang Juhyuk pulled out about three free condoms.
Clutching them in his hand, he walked up behind me, where I was still staring only at the bed.
Step, step.
Heavy strides.
For someone so weak.
Manly footsteps.
My body was hot.
My pussy was trembling.
My lower belly itched terribly.
My head was filling with anticipation.
How had we started, back then?
We’d showered first. Then we’d lain down on the bed.
We’d already taken care of the mood before coming here, so once we arrived we’d just enjoyed each other.
So if we skipped the shower, then... around this point, on my side, on the man’s side.
We’d just pounce on each other...
"You’ve come here often, haven’t you?"
"W-what?"
"Lift your sweater."
"Hey. Don’t get cocky..."
"I said lift it."
"Eep."
The voice that came out of my mouth was so high-pitched I could hardly believe it belonged to me.
A moan? No... what was that?
At that hard, masculine voice, it felt like lightning had struck.
That voice hit my ears, then drove straight into my brain.
And the current ran down my spine, spreading through my entire body.
Not pleasure, exactly... but a kind of stiffness.
Tension.
Before I knew it, both hands had dropped to my sweater and I was tugging up the hem that had slid down to my thighs.
My legs were exposed, my hips were exposed. The black hot pants I’d worn as underwear showed beneath.
By instinct, I slowly pushed my bare ass back toward Kang Juhyuk, trying to make it look fuller. Bigger.
Kang Juhyuk slowly bent down, bringing his face toward my ass.
I lifted my sweater as high as I could, so my smooth waist would show too.
So that the thin waist, contrasted against my wide hips, would be visible as well.
Enough that the bottom of my bra was almost showing.
What the hell.
What was this.
"You’re soaking wet. Completely."
"...Huh?"
"It’s all showing through the outside of your pants. See how wet you are right now? You’re even wearing pants, and you’re soaked clear through. It’s running down your thighs."
"Huh? Uh...?"
Startled, I looked down.
I couldn’t see much because of my breasts. Just boobs and thighs.
Liquid was flowing. Discharge, the wetness that prepared a body for sex.
Since the moment I’d parked the car at the love hotel and gotten out.
While choosing the room.
While walking to the elevator.
While opening the door and stepping inside.
The panties, the pants, had been getting wet, wetter, wetter and wetter the whole time, until they were completely soaked and couldn’t absorb the fluid anymore.
Instead, the discharge was spilling down the inside of my thighs.
Tap.
Kang Juhyuk’s hand slipped past my hips and around to the front of my hot pants before I’d even noticed.
The button came undone.
The hot pants, clinging so tightly to my ass, were forcibly pulled down by his rough hands.
My sports-style panties were already completely stained and wet with discharge.
Shivering under that rough touch, I could only stand there showing my trembling ass right in front of Kang Juhyuk.
"You want to do it?"
"Uh... huh? No, you want it too, don’t y..."
"Do you want it?"
"Eek...♡"
S-something was wrong.
Something was strange.
This... wasn’t right.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this, was it?
I was the one doing this. It was supposed to be a situation where I was the one giving it.
I was supposed to lead...
But weirdly enough, my pride wasn’t working right now.
I felt like I had no choice but to follow.
"I-I want to..."
"Take it off."
"Y-yeah."
Going with that feeling, I obeyed Kang Juhyuk’s words.
Right, I was just going along with it. I had to do this too. Right, because I did want it. That was true.
Kang Juhyuk wanted it too, so he was setting the pace, right?
Then I could yield this much.
First I kept lifting the sweater I’d already hiked up, then pulled my head free.
I slid one arm out and then the other, slowly. Slowly, until I was left in just my underwear.
I set my clothes down on the floor and turned to face Kang Juhyuk...
"Don’t turn around."
"...Nngh."
"Keep your back to me and take the rest off too."
"..."
Gulp.
I swallowed.
Why was I so tense?
Why did I feel so... scared?
That low voice was frightening. Strange.
There was nothing to be afraid of... it was nothing at all.
And the weird thing was...
I didn’t hate being scared.
I took off my sports bra first.
It was like pulling off a T-shirt. I shoved it upward and pulled it over my head.
There was no hook or clasp. My breasts, too heavy to be compressed any further, were released.
That massive weight swayed as it fell free.
My stiffened nipples met the strangely cool air.
I was sensitive enough to feel even that tiny breath of air.
He could probably see it from behind too. The way my side breast was spilling out.
What was he planning to do? Attack from behind, touch me... force me into it.
Just imagining it made me feel like I was leaking even more.
But not yet.
Not yet...
I pulled my ass back.
Almost all the way to Kang Juhyuk’s waist. So close.
If I stretched my legs out even a little, his thighs... his knees would almost touch my pussy.
Then, slowly, I tucked my hands into the sides of my panties and pulled them down, slowly... slowly.
First my ass was exposed, then my pussy... greeted the cold air.
The fabric slid downward, the panties soaked enough to cling to my skin, resisting as if they didn’t want to come off, before finally peeling away with a sticky little sound.
Because of the liquid, because of the size, the inside of the panties had flipped upward and now dragged slowly down over my body with forced reluctance.
I lifted one leg and slipped my foot out.
Then I lifted the other and finally pulled the panties completely away from my body.
My underwear slid to the floor in a soft rustle.
I folded my hands politely and stood there.
Kang Juhyuk... was behind me, looking down at me.
Kang Juhyuk came closer. His face moved up near my right ear.
My chest was trembling.
My chest was trembling so much.
"It’s the same after all."
"W-what..."
"Just a little force, and your pussy starts shaking. You’re just like Haeun nuna."
"N-no..."
I’m not like that.
Smack—!
"Eep?!"
My, my ass.
The sensation surged up from my ass.
Because I didn’t feel pain, because I couldn’t be hurt.
All I could feel was the intense stimulation... and pleasure.
A sharp little thrill that felt good somehow.
"Your ass is fucking huge."
Uh... what?
Kang Juhyuk’s big hand.
His two large hands seized my ass. Hot. His hands were hot. So hot that I tensed my ass on reflex.
Before I knew it, Kang Juhyuk was sitting right in front of my ass, holding it with both hands.
And then, slowly.
He applied pressure.
And spread it.
Wh-what?!
My ass was pushed backward on its own.
So it would be easier to open.
So it would be easier to look at.
So it would be easier to... show my pussy.
I could feel hot moisture continuing to spill out.
Strange. So much wetness. So much that I found it strange myself.
"Huu."
"Hiiiik?!"
H-heated breath touched my pussy.
He’d forced my ass open, brought his mouth to it, and blown warm breath against it.
Hot breath.
My pussy flesh trembled, and with it came a bizarre pleasure.
I couldn’t say a word.
All I could do was...
All I could do was wait for Kang Juhyuk’s next move.
Was he going to use his tongue?
Was he going to lick my pussy? Touch it for me...?
That strange anticipation...
"Wait."
"Huh...?"
But the hot touch on my ass disappeared.
I almost turned around in surprise, but I remembered his order not to and barely stopped myself.
No, no. What order? Am I crazy?
I twisted around anyway and looked at Kang Juhyuk. He was taking off his clothes.
He took off his suit jacket and draped it over a chair, then pulled off his T-shirt too.
He took off his pants, then picked up my clothes and underwear from the floor and set them on the chair.
I looked at Kang Juhyuk’s body, now only in his underwear.
It was strange. Strange. Strange, strange.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away. It wasn’t that it was amazing. It was ordinary. No, just... decent.
Maybe not as good as Choi Eunho. No, that wasn’t it.
A moderately solid, decent body.
His shoulders looked sturdy.
His chest too.
His stomach wasn’t a six-pack, but there was enough muscle there. Solid. Solid in a way I wasn’t.
Nothing like my soft, changed belly.
And the back I saw when he turned around... angular. His legs, his thighs, his feet.
"You were peeking?"
"Uh... huh?"
Kang Juhyuk and I locked eyes.
He’d noticed I was only turning my head to sneak a look.
Kang Juhyuk was smiling. Strange. Just a little while ago, he’d been... he’d been a meek, inexperienced kid.
He’d had the face of some nobody student, the kind you could ignore and pass over, just another faceless loser.
But now.
Now he had the face of a man taking a woman.
Kang Juhyuk came closer.
He came closer and pressed right up against my back.
It was hard to look him straight in the eye, so I turned my face forward. Like I was running away.
But it was pointless. I was still standing here, and Kang Juhyuk was standing behind me.
And unlike before, he was wearing nothing but underwear, already prepared to throw it off at any moment.
Pants that looked ready to burst...
They must be uncomfortable. He should take them off...
No, no... damn it. What am I thinking?
That sounds like something only Chae Haeun would think...
"Hah♡, hnnng...!?"
Grab.
Kang Juhyuk’s two hands seized my breasts.
His thick arms wrapped around my shoulders.
It felt like my body jolted upward. I rose onto my toes.
The pleasure signal striking my brain from the tips of my breasts instantly cut off my thoughts.
My legs were shaking, my legs, my legs aaaah...!
Pshhk, discharge poured out like a tide.
No, was it a tide? Something like that.
I didn’t know.
I just... I just...
I just felt so good.
He hadn’t even done anything. He’d just grabbed my breasts once.
This, this is so good.
So, so good...♡
"...I told you not to turn around."
"D-don’t do that. We’re just having sex, just sex. Use my dick and my pussy... don’t look at meee... this, this is bad."
I wasn’t planning to drag this out.
I hadn’t intended to keep going for long.
Just insert, climax, finish.
Only relieve the urge, feel a little better, and that would be that.
That was how I meant to do it, so plainly...
"I don’t want that. As punishment, I’m doing things my way today."
Something was wrong.
This was wrong...
I’d meant to teach him his place.
I’d dressed up prettily.
I’d worn expensive clothes.
I’d shown him the difference in our levels.
I was supposed to let him know I wasn’t the kind of woman some guy like him could just take into bed.
I was supposed to make him unable to let go.
To make him regret it.
I was supposed to set the positions, decide who led and who followed.
He was just a dildo, and this was just masturbation.
He was only a convenient tool who should come running whenever I needed him.
That was what I’d meant to teach him before deciding whether to keep using him afterward...