"하으윽!" A Dream Too Real
"Haaah—!"
Even with only a third of him inside her, Yusom's eyes filled with tears.
Her pussy, stretched tight and pulsing, screamed for mercy as it gushed thick, slick nectar. The brief sensation of his cockhead catching against her inner wall was gone in an instant—Eun-geon had already shoved half of himself inside.
"…Aaah! Hhh—! Oh, oppa. W-wait, just a sec—"
Her belly felt stuffed full, every tiny movement making her lower half feel achingly, impossibly tight. Yet her legs had gone completely limp, melting into a puddle as they draped over and tangled around Eun-geon's thighs.
Every time her thighs scraped against the hard muscle of his legs, the friction pushed him deeper still—*shlick, shlick*—his cock sliding further in.
Eun-geon, as if he couldn't hear her pleas at all, eyes rimmed red, began to move his hips.
"…Haaah."
She could feel her inner walls being torn apart. As Eun-geon muttered lowly, her ragged breathing sounded obscenely loud in the room. He was sweating on his forehead now, driving into her like a man consumed by lust—his gaze hungry, his face drunk on desire, and Yusom's lower belly ached just watching him.
Separate from the numbness in her pussy, this moment felt detached from reality—as if she were watching a comic or a video rather than living through it herself.
"Haaah! Aaah—!"
From then on, it was relentless. *Thwack*—Eun-geon's cock slammed in, his tip carelessly brushing against her cervix. The strange thing was that the withdrawal hurt more than the thrust. The feeling of her insides being dragged along with him, the unapologetic raw fucking—it was a different kind of sensation entirely.
It was her first time with a real cock, but somehow it felt even hotter, even wetter than she'd imagined. Yusom's back was drenched in cold sweat.
Yet Eun-geon's eyes were still fierce, as if the pounding wasn't enough to satisfy him. *Thump, thump*—he bounced his hips, jolting her ass up until her walls finally gave way, and only then did his cock sink in properly, halfway to the hilt, deep enough to piston.
"You're clamping down inside."
Eun-geon was drunk, but not so numb that he couldn't feel how her pussy was reacting. Thrilled by the way her tight inner walls gripped and swallowed his cock, he began pounding harder, faster—*thwack, thwack*—the sound growing frantic.
He pressed against her cervix, pushing until he couldn't go any deeper, and the satisfaction of being fully buried made his abs flex tight.
"Aaaah… haaah—!"
She could feel sticky nectar leaking between her butt cheeks. She had no idea how soaked the sheets had gotten.
Her belly felt like mud, her head ringing. The sex Yusom knew… wasn't like this. This was closer to animal mating. The endless cycle of thrusting in and out made her anxious, yet the pleasure building inside her made her look forward to it.
She whined and moaned, her lower belly throbbing with heat. It felt like the most realistic dream she'd ever had—every sense sharpened, everything felt more intense than usual.
"…I'm gonna cum inside."
The maddeningly tight sensation snapped Eun-geon's fuse. He stopped holding back, driving into her and tearing at her inner walls. The glans bounced against her cervix—painful, but good. He wanted to keep pounding until her skin was raw and scraped, but her vacuum-sealed pussy clung to him like it was squeezing him dry, and he couldn't hold on any longer.
"Aaah! N-no… not inside, I can't—"
Yusom frantically tried to stop him, her nails scraping across his thick forearm. He couldn't cum inside her—not under any circumstances.
Just as his cock began to spurt, Eun-geon barely managed to pull out, jerking his own shaft with his hand.
He didn't need much time to finish. With climax imminent, just a couple of strokes was enough.
"…Holy shit, that's a lot of cum."
His urethra stretched wide as he vomited out a massive load. The semen splattered across Yusom's belly, reaching all the way up to her areolas.
"Uuuh…"
Yusom wiped at her chest, checking the mess. How could someone produce this much? She had no idea what a person would have to eat to make this possible.
The viscous semen was so thick it looked almost like cream. The feeling of her sticky, dirty hands was brief—Eun-geon's penis was still dripping white fluid, drop by drop.
…The veins were still that visible? Yusom found it strange that the veins on his cock looked even thicker than the ones bulging on his wrist.
"…Tired."
After those two words, Eun-geon collapsed right on top of Yusom. She writhed beneath his weight—thankfully, he rolled to the side.
Yusom couldn't even lift a finger anymore. She knew she shouldn't fall asleep here… but her eyes were already slipping shut.
"Uuuh…"
Waking to a splitting headache, Yusom struggled to lift her stiff eyelids.
A strange ceiling swam into blurry view. She tried to sit up, but every muscle in her body ached as if screaming in protest. The aftermath of rough sex.
…What the hell happened?
Memories of last night surfaced in fragments. The sex scenes unfolding like a panorama left Yusom momentarily dazed.
It felt like she'd watched an extremely pornographic movie.
But there was a man beside her. A naked one.
"Hik!"
Yusom tried to make as little noise as possible as she carefully sat up. Her heart was pounding like crazy.
She slowly turned her head to the side. Platinum blonde hair came into view.
Could it be… last night wasn't a dream?
She cautiously examined the man's face. A jawline sharp as a sculpture, lips pressed shut but radiating unmistakable arrogance. The sleeping profile of the man was unmistakably Baek Eun-geon.
Her elementary school, middle school, and high school senior. The childhood friend she'd been sick of seeing since she was little.
I… slept with oppa? And it wasn't a dream?
There was no sense of reality at all, but her still-tingling lower half was proof enough of last night's sex.
If Gang-bin or Teo saw this scene… just imagining it was terrifying. Yusom tried to quietly slip out of the bed.
That was when—
"…Hn."
A low, gravelly voice, hoarse as if his throat was stuck, caught Yusom's movement. She froze in place. *Shit.*
Slowly turning her head, she saw Eun-geon's eyes half-open.
Still half-drunk, his hazel-brown eyes were unfocused and blurry. But the direction of his gaze was unmistakably on Yusom.
"……."
"……."
An awkward, suffocating silence filled the room. Yusom knew she had to say something, but her lips were bone-dry and wouldn't move.
Eun-geon stared at her blankly for a moment, then his brow suddenly furrowed as if he was finally grasping the situation.
What surfaced in his eyes was bewilderment, irritation, and… something like contempt, as if he couldn't understand.
"Why the hell are you here?"
His voice was still hoarse, but the annoyance and displeasure in it couldn't be hidden.
As if realizing last night hadn't been a dream, his gaze was ice-cold.
"O-oppa. That's not it… I got the room mixed up."
Yusom stammered out an excuse, her voice trembling thin like a goat's bleat.
"Mixed up?"
Eun-geon let out a hollow laugh. He sat bolt upright, leaning his back against the headboard.
The blanket slid down with the movement, fully exposing his perfectly sculpted upper body—honed by athletics—to the morning sunlight. Broad shoulders, defined abs, and even the red marks left on his neck and shoulders from where Yusom had scratched him last night. She couldn't help but look away, her face burning.
"My room and the guest room are in completely opposite directions."
His tone was mocking. Yusom's face burned.
"No, it's not that, I was just so drunk yesterday…"
"……."
Yusom's flailing hands caused the blanket to slip down in an instant. She screamed and frantically yanked it back up, but it was too late.
Her pale skin and perky breasts were laid bare in Eun-geon's line of sight.