Eighteen's Bed-Chapter 22.5

"Go Yohan."

"What?"

"Calm down. Your heart is beating way too fast."

"Of course it is."

It was pounding so hard, I wondered if it might burst. The sound of his rapid heartbeat rushed into my ears, shaking my own heart in sync. My insides were just as loud, growing restless along with it. But why the hell did his face still look so composed? I felt like I was about to die of embarrassment, afraid he’d see my expression.

"You’re inside me."

With those words, Go Yohan’s hand grasped my joints and pushed me down onto the sofa. Before I could react, the world spun. By the time I came to my senses, I was already seated on the couch, led entirely by his grip.

"Ah…."

As I lifted my chin, our eyes met. Go Yohan was straddling me, his knees bent on either side of me on the couch. Then, as if satisfied with how he had me in place, he let go of my hands.

"Don’t start counting yet."

His voice was laced with an odd sense of desperation, as if every second mattered. Even with my heart on the verge of bursting, my cynical thoughts wouldn’t shut up. Go Yohan was an idiot. Did he seriously think I’d be able to keep track of time right now?

I blinked three times and watched his face draw closer. Then, I slowly closed my eyes. A large, burning-hot hand covered my cheek. Unfortunately, on the left side, I could only feel two fingers. The slightly rough surface of his lips pressed against mine, making my toes curl. My hand instinctively reached for his right hand—the one that couldn't fully hold me down. I squeezed the three fingers that couldn’t press against me.

Pathetic as it was, this was the kind of thing Go Yohan and I had secretly been doing.

"Mm…."

Go Yohan had a strange way of kissing. At first, he lightly brushed his lips around mine, teasing me, almost tickling. Given his personality, I would have expected him to shove his tongue into my mouth immediately. But in moments like this, he was oddly reserved.

A wet sound escaped as his lips pressed against my dry skin and pulled away again, leaving me craving more. It wasn't even sexual arousal yet—just an ache in my chest, a twisting, unbearable feeling. A large hand wrapped around my heart and squeezed, wringing the breath out of me. That crushing sensation was maddeningly addictive.

"Ah…."

The problem was, Go Yohan took his time. He’d complain that even five minutes was too short, yet he’d do nothing but linger around my lips, barely making contact. The most aggressive thing he did was gently tug at my lower lip with his teeth.

It drove me insane. The moment I straightened my back and reached for his abandoned lips, his hands suddenly cupped my cheeks, and he pulled away with a teasing smirk. He leaned back just enough that only the faintest hint of air brushed against my mouth.

"You look like you’re enjoying this more than me."

Then why was his voice hoarse? If he was going to smirk, he should at least do it properly. I glared at him, full of resentment.

"…You don’t have time."

Finally, I let myself relax, acting like none of this affected me. Like his teasing hadn’t stirred me at all. Then, as if to counter me, Go Yohan leaned forward, pressing my back into the couch. My hips slid downward on their own, my neck falling back against the sofa’s edge. Go Yohan hovered over me, lips barely brushing mine as he smiled. Just enough for our lips to almost touch.

That tiny movement sent a tremor through my lower abdomen. This was intentional. Go Yohan knew exactly what he was doing. He was doing it on purpose. And even as he kept his lips against mine, he fidgeted slightly, making it all the more frustrating. Irritated, I let go of the hand I’d been holding.

"Open your eyes."

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He expected me to. No, I shouldn’t—but the moment his low voice resonated, my body obeyed on its own. My eyelashes fluttered as I carefully lifted my gaze. Clear, transparent eyes stared back at me.

My feet were planted on the floor, so why did it feel like I was barefoot, walking on crushed sugar stars? My restless hands scratched at the leather seat. Through my hazy vision, I looked up at Go Yohan. He tilted his head slightly and watched me in silence.

I hated this moment the most.

Because at times like this, I could feel something growing harder against my stomach.

"Hey."

I pushed myself backward with all my strength, straightening my posture to reduce as much contact as possible. But Go Yohan only observed my movements with unwavering focus. He was so fucking confident. Anyone would think there was nothing going on under him. Did this bastard not feel an ounce of shame?

"Th-that’s touching me."

In the end, I was the one who reached out and pressed my hand against his stomach, trying to push him away. Go Yohan glanced down at where my hand touched him, then looked back up with a lazy grin.

"It’s a natural bodily reaction."

"Still—"

"If it bothers you so much, you could do something about it."

The hands that had been cradling my cheeks suddenly moved lower. It all happened in an instant. I stared at him blankly, my mind catching up too late. When I finally realized what was happening, I moved to pull away. I really did.

But I was already too late.

"What’s the point of keeping your hand free?"

Go Yohan’s hand pressed against the back of mine, forcing it against the prominent bulge between his legs. My palm immediately registered the hard shape through his pants. Fuck— what the hell? I stretched my fingers back as far as I could, trying to avoid the unfamiliar sensation. But no matter how much I pulled away, my palm remained flush against the swollen heat between his legs.

"Ah…."

Go Yohan tilted his head back, closing his eyes. Only one remained slightly open, just a sliver. And yet, just from that alone, he smiled lazily, biting down on his lip like he was lost in pleasure. Is he insane? This was seriously—

My face burned so hot I thought it might explode. My brain stopped working entirely.

Go Yohan’s grip on my hand tightened.

"……."

His face, lost in satisfaction, was illuminated by the moonlight. His unusually high nose bridge cast a deep shadow, and the rest of his face melted into the darkness.

I admit it. Go Yohan is handsome. Sometimes I gaze at his gloomy face as if I'm spellbound. Especially when he's drunk with lust, he stands out even more. Perhaps in two or three years, he'll exude an even richer scent. Once the slight greenness disappears...

Click. The sound of a buckle being undone snapped me to attention.

"Hey, what are you..."

"Whew..."

Go Yohan exhaled deeply. His pupils, slightly dilated, finally came into focus.

Before I knew it, Go Yohan had grasped my wrist, using his thumb and index finger to unzip my zipper. Slowly, the tightly interlocked metal slid down.

"Hey, hey!"

I tried to pull my wrist free but couldn't. I cursed inwardly. Why is he so strong? Damn it. Ziiip— A long, open track appeared. Between it, dark-colored underwear was visible. No. My mind was too messed up. I needed to think straight. In a dizzying moment, I instinctively twisted my waist. Finally, Go Yohan's hand slipped off.

It was disconcerting. Reflexively, I looked up at Go Yohan. Our eyes met suddenly, and there was a wild look in his. The moment I saw his blurry pupils, a thrilling current shot up my spine from my tailbone.

"Thi...this..."

Clearly, he was watching me, trying to say something while observing my reactions, but his eyes weren't sane. Why, why is he like this? The crazed Go Yohan slowly smacked his lips.

"For now, it's mine."

"..."

"Can't I touch it?"

"No, I don't want that."

"Then... just hold it for me."

"Th-that too, I don't want."

"Can't you just hold it with your bare hands?"

Go Yohan's face approached sharply. His eyes, gone wild, became increasingly clear in the darkness.

"...5 minutes are up. Move."

"No, not yet."

I tried to push Go Yohan away and stand up, but my body was slammed back down on the couch by him.

"Ah...!"

Damn it, I sprang up again. Sadly, my attempt was futile. I couldn't escape anyway, trapped between Go Yohan's legs, and his large hand was gripping my face again.

"Then I'll do what I need to do."

"What are you talking about...!"

My resistance was swallowed up by Go Yohan's mouth. His lips pressed hard against mine, and suddenly a hot tongue entered my mouth. The blunt movement meticulously scanned the gaps between my gums and teeth. Honestly, it hurt. It was because Go Yohan's nose was pressing hard against my cheek.

"Huh..."

The back of my knees felt numb. It was as if someone was pinching me lightly with their nails. My hand, held by Go Yohan, trembled helplessly, and the only free hand fidgeted aimlessly until it clung to some warmth—probably Go Yohan's arm.

When moist areas met and separated, a very erotic sound was produced.

"Yohan, ahah."

First, I'm clumsy at kissing. Moreover, the sad truth is, secondly, so is Go Yohan. Although he has improved a bit with the few times he's tried. Still, these two clumsy facts created discord in this heated situation. The biggest discord was that I couldn't breathe.

"I can't, can't breathe..."

As we neared the edge of pleasure and respiratory distress, we both detached our lips and gasped for air. The gasping broke the silence of the dawn. In the dim moonlight, our faces, flushed to the point of bursting, were visible. Go Yohan's and my gaze landed on each other's lips. When the slightly swollen lips glistened with saliva, without saying anything, we closed our eyes and pulled each other in.

As the flesh locked and needed to part for breath, a clear thread stretched between the parting lips. As the distance grew, the stretched thread thinned and then snapped.

All that was left was our ragged, rough breathing.

"Damn it..."

Go Yohan muttered a curse under his breath, but it wasn't malicious. Although well over five minutes had long passed, no one in that place cared anymore. Rather, they tried not to mention it, fearing that it would break the mood.

"Hey."

A voice like a misaligned gear called me. I regained my breath and looked up, tilting my head. Through my blurred vision, Go Yohan lightly shook his head and laughed. That laugh seemed a bit shy for some reason, probably because my mind was messed up. It couldn't be Go Yohan.

"You're erect too."

As I processed what Go Yohan meant, I slowly bowed my head. I moaned as my throat scraped. No, I didn't need to check to feel the familiar weight.

"Ah..."

Damn it, damn it. A hot flush rose up my neck. Perhaps if I looked in the mirror, I could see that my already red face could become even redder. I was mortified. I hastily pushed Go Yohan's shoulder and turned my head to cover my face.

"Now it's really been over 5 minutes, so go away."

"That's not very polite."

Go Yohan's arm crossed an unseen line quickly. I hastily blocked it with my arm.

"What are you doing, what are you doing?"

"I'm taking responsibility."

You can hear the excitement boiling over in his playful voice. And this bastard, how can he say something like that while chuckling? What's there to laugh about?

"Don't do it. You're a thug."

I pushed away his playful hand again as it tried to approach without giving up. And as I tried to get up, of course, Go Yohan was standing over me. I sighed heavily and pushed hard against Go Yohan's thigh. Damn, he doesn't budge at all. My eyebrows automatically furrowed.

"I'm really going to take a shower now. Move."

"Just show me before you go."

"Have you lost your mind? Go away."

"Just one look. I'll just stare."

"Are you crazy? Just stare at what!"

"What? Yours."

"..."

Has this bastard lost his mind? Why would he want to see someone else's erection? Is he sane? As I looked at Go Yohan as if he were some bizarre creature, Go Yohan himself seemed a bit anxious and furrowed his brow as if making a difficult concession.

"Then, let's do this. If you show me yours, I'll show you mine."

"Get lost. Really."

This time, it was reversed. I reached out to push Go Yohan away, but he easily flicked my hand aside. How is he so easily handling every little thing? Irritated, I scanned him from head to toe, and within a few seconds, Go Yohan covered his face with his hands and shrugged his shoulders. Ah, really. This son of a bitch. The clear intent to tease in his laughter made me feel even more embarrassed.

"Ah, it's hilarious."

"Don't play around, why would I want to see that!"

"That? It's precious."

The hand covering his face dropped slightly. His curved eyes were smiling.

"It's an honor to be the first to observe mine."

"Don't you have anything better to do than to observe that?"

"Kids in high school are always curious about it."

Go Yohan muttered as he scratched his temple. Is that supposed to be a statement? Does he really not know? I was embarrassed by the serious guy instead. Vague rumors I had heard faintly in my mind suddenly popped up. Those familiar rumors about Go Yohan.

'They say any girl with Go Yohan needs a wheelchair the next day. Damn, honestly, that thing isn't a dick; it's a weapon. A weapon.'

Go Yohan has big hands, is tall, has a high nose, everything that should be big is big. My lips dried from nervousness. I tried to sneak my wrist out of his grasp, but it was caught again. Damn it. Involuntarily, my gaze drifted to the slightly loosened buckle.

"I was famous for being big, wasn't I?"

"Jeez, hey."

Watching Go Yohan blatantly speak, I bit my lip, and Go Yohan pulled it down with his thumb, continuing with an indifferent face.

"But you know? That's all a bluff."

"…What?"

"Kids usually exaggerate to hype me up. Honestly, I haven't seen enough to compare, so I don't know. I think it's just average."

The subtle devil is tempted by these words again. I discreetly scanned Go Yohan's center. The barely loosened lock wasn't visible, and since he was wearing thick jeans, I couldn't even guess the feel. I hesitated slightly and asked.

"…How long is it?"

"Do people usually measure... length?"

Go Yohan asked as if he genuinely didn't know.

...They do measure it. The words I was about to say hovered on the tip of my tongue and were swallowed back. Silence swallowed the room, and so did my saliva. Curiosity followed to the tips of my toes. Once, I had secretly gauged the size of Go Yohan's. Really, it was a hopeless time. The important thing is that I still haven't found the answer. I glanced again at the slightly parted zipper and scratched the sofa surface with my fingernail. Crackle. The rough sound of the sofa leather being scratched filled the air.

"So, can I just look a little?"

Crazy, my voice scratched my throat. Surprised by the oddly twisted tone of my voice, I covered my mouth with the back of my hand. Did I speak too quickly? Embarrassed, I had nowhere to rest my eyes, stroking my neck while my eyes aimlessly scanned around the house.

"No special meaning. Just checking the rumors…"

"It's okay. Check."

Go Yohan slowly straightened his knees from sitting on the sofa and went under the sofa. A light sound of his bare foot tapping the floor followed. Creak. Go Yohan took a step. My gaze once again honestly went towards Go Yohan's underwear. Just then, as I involuntarily swallowed, the zipper and zipper handle clinked, stirring excitement for some reason. The zipper that was going down midway suddenly stopped abruptly. Uh, I reflexively looked up at Go Yohan.

"Ah-. Almost forgot."

"Why…?"

"I have to show you mine first."

"Uh, what?"

"You said if you show me yours, I'll show you mine."

"When did you…?"

Not understanding Go Yohan's words, I slowly blinked. Software overheated by excessive heat spun its engine crazily. The noisy engine recalled what Go Yohan had just said. Right. That's right. I hastily waved my hand.

"No! No! Then I won't look!"

"Jun."

Go Yohan's mouth corner shot up almost piercingly. The moment I saw his slightly dilated pupil, I realized I had missed the chance to stop this psycho. Go Yohan's scent rushed at me, pressing against my nose. His long fingers grabbed my pants. I quickly raised my hand to block it, but the zipper had already been undone. Please. Already too late, I desperately shook my head. But Go Yohan also shook his head with a faint smile.

"Jun. There's no reverse in life."

"Wait a minute!"

Why, especially today, did I wear pants that were a bit loose? Why did I wear pants that were so easy to take off? Did I know it would come to this? Damn it. And it was a mistake to have raised my leg in an attempt to block him. It was also a problem that Go Yohan was unusually strong. I put all my strength into lying down on the sofa, but who knew he could lift it with his strength.

"Ah…!"

The sensation of several layers of fabric rapidly sliding down my thighs and calves followed. Soon, the familiar sound of pants and underwear hitting the floor occurred. I watched helplessly as the pants and underwear that had been warming me just seconds ago were strewn about like trash.

"Jun."

A faint exclamation burst out as the heated skin felt the cold air. The only warmth touching me was the presence inside my knees. Only then did I suddenly realize. My posture was half draped over the sofa with my legs spread. And Go Yohan was sitting right between them.

"What are you looking at, really!"

I hastily clenched my legs, but sadly, my last resistance was blocked by Go Yohan's hand. Instead, the legs he held were spread even wider by his hot hands.

"…!"

I almost screamed, covering my mouth and glaring at Go Yohan. The strangely shining gaze met the center. Moreover, the cold air rushed into the insides of my thighs. A blatantly interested look blossomed in his previously gloomy eyes. What, what are you looking at like you're going to drill a hole? Shii...t. Even worse, blood was rushing downwards. The conversation had somewhat killed it, but now the genitalia were visibly wriggling again.

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TL Notes:

Hello my dears. Is it hot? Yes, I know ))) We will continue tomorrow from this moment, but for now I leave the intrigue ))