Chapter 56

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Chapter 56

Na-Yool’s body felt so hot that she could not stand it any longer. She clumsily reached for Si-jin’s face which was clinging to her chest and cupped his cheeks.

“……My eyes are, open now so, you can stop…”

Their eyes met, along with the feeling it had been a long time since they last did. Only then Na-Yool seemed to understand. The fact that all the thrusting and stirring up to this point was more like punishment than foreplay. Even the lustful pleasure and the ecstasy she felt while struggling with shame.

Si-Jin’s ferocious eyes filled with burning desire scanned over every nook and cranny of her sluggish body deprived of all its strength. The sight of his manhood critically stiffening up was enough to tell it was far from being over. On the spur of the moment, the thought of running away – or something similar – briefly crossed Na-Yool’s mind.

Like the signal that things were just about to start, his broad shoulders threw off his white shirt. It was the beginning of a hectic night.

Chapter 14 – Saturday morning 10:49 a.m.

By the time Na-Yool came back to her senses, Si-Jin had already taken off his training pants and tore open a condom taken from who knows where. Na-Yool furtively drew back her buttocks and tentatively brought up the problematic topic.

“…Then, we did not do it? Yesterday.”

“Did what.”

He calmly grabbed his lethal penis with the hand which had previously fingered her and put the condom on. Na-Yool blushed. Indeed, even looking at its huge, repulsive size, that thing was ugly all the same.

Na-Yool trembled and stared at him as he leant on his side and slowly crawled like a wild beast. Her gaze kept going down there instead of his face.

“You said… you held it in.”

“Ah.”

Maybe it simply was to buy a bit more time. Si-Jin pulled the sheets to completely entrap her body with both hands and smiled mischievously.

Although that bewitching smile was one to unconsciously gawk at, it somehow hinted she had indeed done something. Na-Yool tilted her head wondering if she misunderstood.

“I didn’t do anything. Me. Nothing at all.”

‘Me’. Na-Yool felt agitated at the emphasis stressing that he did not but she did, but tried to ignore it. Si-Jin pecked his lips under her chin.

He clearly was not the kind to often give small physical displays of affection, so it felt odd. She did not know him that well to know how odd it was, but still…

“I don’t have a hobby of sticking my dick in a drunk woman.”

“……”

“And I’m calling it politely. Else, that’s just called rape.”

It was an obviously evident statement, but the reason it sounded like an accurate theory on life might have been because the world was that much of a crazy place. Having said that, she felt sorry for taking him for that kind of pervert despite herself.

But he also had been drinking… Na-Yool blinked her eyes for a moment. Si-Jin’s face was very proper, as if the vulgar words spoken until now did not shoot off from his mouth. Like a man who would never say such things.

“…If we did not sleep together then why am I naked?”

“Isn’t it your habit?” Si-Jin lightly answered and buried his lips in her collarbone. Na-Yool blocked his forehead with her hand.

“I do not have such a habit. I never did. Just because I’m drunk, I do not go around and take off my cloth‒…”

Suddenly, she felt the sound of a low laugh slipping from the lips pressed against her palm. She frowned at once.

“You stripped me, didn’t you?”

She was now using an impolite ‘you’. It carried a sting, but Si-Jin answered paying no mind to it.

“I was tending to your needs.”

Such grandiose words! Na-Yool’s frown deepened.

“Tending, you bet! What kind of ‘tending’ requires taking off my clothes‒”

“If you hadn’t retched on the verge of vomiting, I wouldn’t have touched your body in the first place.”

Was that one of the many embarrassing things she did not remember? She naturally imagined her disgusting and wretched self throwing up.

Na-Yool scoured her foggy memory with a troubled face. She mentally pictured the horrible scene of completely regurgitating her stomach in front of Si-Jin. She seemed to remember something…

“Don’t worry, you didn’t vomit. Though you kept trying to.”

Although her imagination cooled down, picturing her own self retching non-stop into the void did not comfort her.

“Then, this…?” Na-Yool muttered, still forcefully covering his lips.

“I stripped you off beforehand because it looked like you were about to throw up.”

“……”

Dumbfounded, she closed her mouth and opened it again several times without a sound. Only after repeating this action 3 or 4 times did a sound finally come out.

“… If I did not throw up, should you have dressed me again?”

“Why would I? After all the trouble to undress you into such a pretty sight.”

“……”

“Shouldn’t I at least enjoy that much for my efforts?” shamelessly added Si-Jin.

Na-Yool wondered if, for someone who had drawn the line at not jumping a woman not in her right mind, this kind of harassment was considered normal. She could easily picture the obscene scene of Si-Jin losing it and stroking himself as his desire grew stronger.

What great timing. A stiff, erect penis pressed against her thighs and moved slowly with a steady sway, ready to penetrate her at any moment.

“…Uh, ah-uhn…”

“Unfortunately, you were the one who unashamedly threw herself at this body.”

“……”

“Forcefully pushing your breasts into my mouth and begging me to suck it, biting my dick to rush me into doing it.”

“…That’s impossible…”

“Sure, I did undress you, but you undressed me too. And at that, with a clearly different goal!”

“……”

“In fact, I certainly deserve a reward for painstakingly putting up with and resisting your plea to do you. Don’t you think so?” Si-Jin said prudishly with a truly dignified look, in spite of his erected monster still rubbing against her body.

Na-Yool’s face was flushed with distress. She really had no memory, so she could not tell apart the truth from lies between Si-jin’s unbelievable revelations. However, as a barefaced pervert, Si-Jin had no particular reason or need to lie. If he wanted her, he would take her. Which is why Na-Yool was at loss.

It did not seem to be a lie, so could it be that she was the one who…?

“I told you it’s fine if you don’t remember, why torture yourself.”

“…Huu-uhn, ah!……”

“It will do more harm to ask further.”

As Na-Yool scuffled and struggled unknowingly, Si-Jin pushed his penis into her. At the sudden penetrating sensation, she stiffened from her shoulders to her fingertips like a stuffed butterfly. Though she somewhat looked ridiculous, it was beyond her control.

Contrary to her upper body, her lower body drenched with slippery wetness, like that time Si-Jin had mockingly called it a ‘water spring’, gripped right away on his roaring cannon.

“Uh-uhk…”

Si-Jin drove his penis deeper into the already half-filled passage. Steadily swallowing in the manhood that had forced open its tight opening, Na-Yool’s passage contracted violently at the deepened insertion.

Si-Jin mumbled profanity so softly that Na-Yool could not hear him, and lowered one of her legs he had rested on his shoulder to place it on his arm and spread her legs further apart. He then slowly pulled back ‒ almost out but not quite ‒ only to quickly thrust it back inside. This time, Na-Yool moaned without a sound, simply panting with her mouth. He stared at it with hungry eyes and swayed his waist.

As he rammed further in the passage that had loosen for him, he bit Na-Yool’s hand still blocking his mouth. Startled, she withdrew it. Si-Jin lowered his face and roughly pressed his lips against hers.

He viciously bit her intermittently trembling lower lip and sucked on it like he did with her nipples. Ah, ah! Na-Yool’s desperate moan scattered against his lips.