“Why would you... hht...”

The fingers that had been deep inside slipped out abruptly. I was about to protest—why the hell would he swallow that?—when the sudden emptiness made my inner walls clench as if reluctant to let go.

“Sometimes I think it might taste good.”

“...”

“Because yours is so damn pretty, Sejin.”

It wasn’t a part of me I’d ever call ‘pretty.’ Maybe the color was a little lighter, but it couldn’t be that different from anyone else’s. Panting, I looked at him, and he left a deep kiss mark on the inside of my thigh.

So when he said he wanted to “dirty” me, was this what he meant? My body wasn’t a blank canvas, but he’d painted it in blotches of red and purple. Skin once unmarked was now a mess.

“...Anyone who saw me would think I’ve got some kind of contagious disease.”

“Who else is looking here but me?”

Biting at my thigh again, Kwon Yido gave a short, amused laugh, as if my worry was absurd. My thighs aside, the marks on my torso were in places easily hidden by clothes. Only a loosely scooped sweater would reveal anything near my collarbone.

“Relax. I’m going in.”

He hooked my legs over his elbows and, with one hand, guided himself, dragging the tip along my perineum. He pressed firmly beneath my balls, then slid slowly up to the loosened opening. Positioning the head at my entrance, he pushed in deliberately.

“...Ahhk.”

I could never get used to the feeling of being forced open. It had been overwhelming even in heat—now, clear-headed, it was nearly unbearable.

“Ah... wait, wait—”

I clung desperately to his forearm. His skin, usually cool, was now heated. My fingers sank into taut muscle, and he paused, giving a small nod.

“Jung Sejin.”

Through my blurred vision, I looked at him. His eyes were steeped in lust, so much so that it felt strange he was still speaking in words.

“Breathe. As long as you can.”

“...”

“Inhale... slow.”

Groaning, I copied him, pulling in a long breath. The moment I let it out, he gestured lightly to do it again. Would it hurt less this way? That thought flickered—then—

“...!”

In one smooth thrust, the thick length slid all the way in. I’d been off guard, with no time to brace. Without hesitation, he buried himself to the base, frowning faintly with a low groan.

“Khht.”

My walls clamped down hard. The sudden intrusion blanked my mind like a blow to the head.

“Ah...”

It was hard to breathe, the pressure so intense it made my vision spark. He, too, seemed to find my tightness a challenge, his chest heaving as he leaned over me.

“...Hhhm.”

Soft lips pressed to mine, trading warm breath and pheromones as if to ease me. He stayed there for a long while, coaxing me until the stiffness in my muscles eased and the numbness in my lower body turned into a trembling shiver.

“Hhh, it hurts...”

Enough to bring tears to my eyes—though more than pain, it was fear and strain. It felt like my body was breaking, but at my plaintive tone, he soothed me gently.

“Yeah. You’re fine.”

Light kisses fell on my lips, then along my cheek, and he brushed away the tears gathering at the corners of my eyes. Straightening, he patted my lower belly as if in praise.

“You did well.”

“...Hhh.”

It felt like my lungs were slowly unfolding again. I kept my grip on his forearm and turned my head aside, panting for air, as his palm slid down my thigh.

“Guess we need to have sex more often.”

“...Ahht!”

A jolt rocked me as he gave a small thrust, forcing our bodies snugly together. I blinked at him in confusion, and he did it again—lightly, deliberately.

“No point in carving a path only to let it close up again.”

“Hht, ah, stop... ahhh...”

Slow, steady pushes spread me open all over again. He even rolled his hips, exploring inside with ease. And then he pressed firmly on a spot he must have known I could feel.

“Hhhngh...”

Sharp pleasure raced up my spine. My whole body trembled, sparks firing in my head. When I jerked like I’d been shocked, he drove in again without mercy.

“Haht!”

The angle hit the same place dead-on, erasing the pain entirely and leaving only sensation. My hands clenched, and he wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Ah... hhngh, hht...”

This time, he started slow—half-pulling out, then sliding in to that same spot again and again. It was unhurried, giving me time to adjust, but with his pheromones saturating me, there was no such thing as patience.

“There, hht... a little faster...”

I was needy now. My body knew the cresting wave too well. The first push had been a trial, but now I was reacting to him like we fit perfectly. My legs hooked around his solid waist, hips rubbing against him in a plaintive rhythm.

“Faster, hhhngh, more...”

“Don’t whine. You’re not open enough yet.”

He held me down, still moving at that same slow pace, even circling his hips deep inside. He’d rammed in without hesitation at first, but now he was playing careful, as if worried I’d get hurt.

“Aahngh, hh, there...”

“...Here? Hm?”

He pulled back, then drove in hard. The drag along my inner wall beneath my navel made my ankles lock behind his back.

“Ah, ahh...!”

Another orgasm was coming. He hadn’t finished once yet, but I was about to reach my third. Clinging to him, I pressed my forehead to his shoulder, and he nuzzled his cheek into my hair.

“...Ahhht!”

Thin release spilled over my stomach. Even as I came, the sensitive flesh still rubbed against him. He gave a soft groan, as if savoring the way my walls clenched around him.

“...Haa.”

It was the breath of a predator. Scooping my release away with his hand, he lifted one of my legs and turned my body to the side. The change in angle made his thickness press somewhere entirely new.

“Ahh, uhh...”

The muscles in my lower back locked tight. Sitting up, he shifted to a position that gave him better leverage. I couldn’t lean against him like before; all I could do was press my cheek into the pillow and grip the blanket.

“Ahhngh, hh, slower... hht...”

The slick, rhythmic sound filled my ears. Whether it was heat or pheromones, I couldn’t tell anymore. Every breath felt like I was inhaling him, soaked through with his presence.

Thock, thock—each deep stroke made my body sway helplessly. Even drained, my body in ecstasy clenched and released around him in reflex. Adapting to him felt strangely easy, like this had been going on for ages.

“My belly... hh, feels weird...”

“What’s wrong, Sejin?”

The moment I said it, his large hand covered my lower abdomen. One leg still hooked high, he stayed rooted to the base as he pressed on the slight bulge there.

“Here?”

“Wait—ah, no, don’t, hhht...!”

I shook my head frantically. Tried to twist away, but he didn’t release my ankle. Each thrust came with another firm press, making it feel like I’d burst.

“Please, hh, just a—ahhhht!”

The sensation of being speared through was almost too sharp. I kicked weakly, and he withdrew, as if to change positions. I thought I’d get a break—until he flipped me onto my stomach, pinned my wrists above my head, and pushed in from behind.

“...Hhhaahh!”

Pleasure bloomed heavy and deep. With my hands trapped, all I could do was clench and unclench my fists. There was nowhere to run; flattened beneath him, I could barely move.

“Hh, ah, Yido, hh... Kwon Yido...”

“...Hht, say it. Sejin.”

“Hhh, I’m gonna... lose it... hhht...”

Nothing compares to the intensity of full, weighted thrusts. Every push hit somewhere electric. He bit down on my shoulder and drove up into the tight space again and again.

“Ah, ahhh, hhhngh!”

I kicked, but he easily trapped my legs under his, pinning me with his build and the weight of pheromones spilling lazily over me. Whether it was the size difference or my lack of strength, my brief resistance dissolved fast.

“Ahh, I’m... going crazy... hh...”

It was so good it was almost too much. My brain felt like it was melting, my vision blurred. Even the bite at my shoulder blade registered as pleasure.

“...Hh, ngh.”

“Ha, fuck...”

He gripped me tight enough to crush and quickened his pace. There was no time to react to the curse on his lips. Thrust after rough thrust, until I spilled again into the sheets.

“Hhhahh...”

At the same time, heat flooded inside me. Pressed close, he came hard, filling me with pulse after pulse. Like a dominant alpha, he released enough to make me feel full to my stomach—enough that, if he’d knotted, one time could have gotten me pregnant. My walls clung to him, and satisfaction seeped through me.

“...”

“...”

I could feel the thud of his heartbeat against my back. While I caught my breath, he kept pressing kisses to places I couldn’t see. No doubt my back was as marked as my front.

“Like a soaked sponge now.”

He smiled faintly at my limp body, still joined below. Each slight move made the mixture of slick inside us squelch audibly.

“Tired?”

“...Haa.”

No real need to answer. He kissed the back of my neck and asked sweetly,

“As a formality... let me ask your opinion.”

“...Opinion?”

I tilted my head to look at him. He narrowed his eyes slightly, rolling his hips with a languid ease. His gaze was still hazy, lust far from gone.

“What position would you be most comfortable in?”

“...Position? What—hhn.”

“I’ve only come once...”

“Ah... hht, just... wait...”

“You’re the one who’s tired, Sejin.”

“...Hh.” 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

“So we should... hh, do it in a way that’s easy for you.”

Even as he spoke, he didn’t stop moving. It wasn’t the earlier punishing pace, just a slow simmer to keep me warm. I didn’t think there was any more # Nоvеlight # left for him to release—but I didn’t feel like stopping him either.

“I’ll just...”

I trailed off, hesitating. It felt like digging my own grave. I was exhausted—this was when I should be stopping him. But the fading high was addictive.

“...Just?”

He coaxed me, rubbing along my inner walls, deliberately skirting the most sensitive spots—though with his size, I still felt the pressure.

“Just...”

“...”

“...Whatever’s comfortable for you.”

The moment I said it, he sank in deep again. The strong stimulation made my hips twitch as I buried my face in the pillow.

“Hhhahh...”

It didn’t take long for sensation to crest again. He kept a steady rhythm, touching me everywhere—pinching my chest, playing idly with my softened cock beneath my navel.

The heady cloud of pheromones was just as much to blame, sweet and thick like flowers after rain. Even without heat, my body felt nearly as primed.

“Hhhngh... hhht... there, ahh...”

“Don’t hurt your mouth again.”

Catching me biting my tongue, he pushed his fingers between my lips. When had I last hurt my mouth? The thought slipped away quickly.

He lifted my upper body and held me from behind, securing me in his broad frame. His hand slid down to cup me again.

“Hht... don’t, I don’t...”

“You don’t like me touching here?”

I nodded, but he didn’t let go—just toyed with me as he moved a little faster. The other hand stayed in my mouth, so drool ran down my chin.

“Uuuhh...”

His long fingers dragged my tongue forward before letting go, knowing I was struggling for breath. Then he caught my jaw, turning me for a kiss.

It was the messiest yet, saliva spilling and tongues sliding together noisily. Holding me tight, he seemed intent on engraving himself in me, no matter how much he gave.

“...Looks like we need to work on your breathing again.”

Pulling back, he licked up the drool at my chin, then nipped playfully at my cheek. The look on his face was like he was admiring something he found adorable, and the thought left me oddly ticklish inside.

He kept me for a long time afterward. He didn’t offer an apology like last time, but the sense of wanting—of craving—was clear. Every so often, he let out a suppressed moan, and when he finally came a second time, his voice dropped as he spoke my name.

“...Sejin.”

The murmur in my ear felt overly familiar, as though I’d heard it long ago. A flicker of memory brushed past, gone in an instant.

That night, he came three times in total, and only released me around dawn. My body was completely worn out, but I felt nothing but satisfied. I liked the way his warmth wrapped around me, enough that I ended up clinging to him instead.

Maybe I was relying on Kwon Yido more than I realized. Forgetting my memories with Kwon Ijeong might never have been possible without him. If it hadn’t been Yido, those memories might have turned into another nightmare, haunting me every night.

And so the foundation day ceremony came to an end. Time to return to daily life with Kwon Yido. For all the noise and trouble, it had been a peaceful enough conclusion.

Of course, back then, I had no idea what he’d done with Kwon Ijeong.