Frigidity
Yoon Jeha swallowed the scorching heat of desire and slowly turned over the words he had just heard.
It wasn’t that she was afraid of him. She was afraid because it was her first time.
She had never slept with Han Taemin. She had never slept with anyone else. Which meant he was her first.
Juhee, who had been watching his silence with nervous eyes, asked cautiously.
“Does it bother you that I’m a virgin?”
Bother him? What kind of ridiculous thing was she saying? Honestly, it made him so happy his head was spinning. He almost let out a stupid laugh.
How could he even describe this feeling? It was like being rewarded for not forgetting her for ten long years, like an absolute idiot.
“Then let’s stop.”
When the silence stretched on, Juhee’s feelings seemed to sour. She gathered the front of her open blouse with her hands. As if that could actually hide those breasts.
“Who gives and then takes back?”
Jeha grabbed her wrist and pulled it down, thinking to himself. Tonight, he would find out exactly where that tiny body was hiding such a temperamental personality.
“Why do you look like that?”
“What’s wrong with my face?”
“You look like you just bit into shit.”
She really said whatever came to mind. Jeha asked back with a dumbfounded expression.
“Is this the first time you’ve seen a man’s aroused face?”
“……”
“And can’t you speak properly? What I bit into was your ear and your breast…!”
A small hand clamped over his mouth. Seeing her face turn as red as if it might explode, he almost laughed. They were the only two people here—what was there to be embarrassed about?
Jeha brought the wrist he was holding to his mouth and licked her palm with his tongue. Juhee’s eyes widened as she tried to pull her hand away, but he had no intention of letting go.
He pressed his lips to the inside of her wrist where her pulse beat. When he sucked gently, Juhee’s shoulders flinched. The sight of her biting her plump lower lip, her long lashes trembling, made the desire he had been suppressing surge forward like a wave.
Even as he kissed each of her five fingertips with care, Jeha’s gaze never left her.
Every place where his lips and hands touched was soft and pliant. She smelled good. She looked exactly like his type.
He was dying to push inside her right now, yet she had asked him to take it slow.
Honestly, he wasn’t confident. He didn’t have much experience with women, and he had never taken his time with a woman’s body. Women had always gladly accepted him because his face acted like an aphrodisiac. But Gong Juhee was different. She wasn’t bewitched by his face, and she didn’t love him.
Still, when he thought about it, there was nothing he couldn’t do. From the top of her head to the tips of her toes, there wasn’t a single part of her that wasn’t beautiful. Learning every inch of her and cherishing her would take quite a long time, but that time seemed like it would be quite enjoyable.
So Jeha answered willingly.
“I’ll try.”
At his words, Juhee gave a small nod.
When he gently pulled the wrist he was holding, her small, soft body obediently settled into his arms. Just the contact of their bodies was enough to set him on fire. Jeha lowered his face.
But once again, a small hand blocked his lips.
“There’s one more thing I need to ask.”
“……Speak.”
His voice sank low, weighed down by desire that felt ready to burst.
“I might be frigid.”
Frigid? What the hell was she talking about now?
“Who told you that?”
Since she didn’t answer, it must have been Han Taemin.
Hiding his irritation, Jeha asked calmly.
“You said you only kissed once.”
“Yes.”
He was dumbfounded all over again.
Han Taemin, who had declared her frigid after just one kiss, and Gong Juhee, who believed him. Whether she was frigid or not didn’t really matter.
As Jeha stared down at her in silence, brow furrowed, Juhee spoke in a tiny voice.
“Still… I don’t hate doing it with you, sunbae.”
When they had kissed in the room. When he had sucked on her breast just moments ago. He decided not to ask about the moans that had slipped from her fever-flushed face. Her eyes and expression were far too serious. It felt like he should listen to her seriously. In fact, right now he felt like he would believe her even if she insisted black was white.
He found himself ridiculous. He was focusing every one of his five senses on her, down to the tiniest syllable.
“So… it would be nice if you didn’t stop.”
Jeha looked into the woman’s clear eyes. Instead of answering, he captured the lips that were uttering such cheeky words.
That was his answer.
And at that moment, Juhee had no idea.
That contrary to the request she had just made, she would soon be begging him to stop.
Jeha was keeping his promise without even trying. The longer it went on, the deeper he sank into the feeling.
Had a woman’s body always been this delicate? This breathtakingly beautiful? Jeha had never once thought such things before, nor had he needed to. He had simply released his desire and that was it.
But her naked body against the pure white sheets looked transparent, like her cool gaze. He couldn’t look away. He couldn’t take his lips off her. The skin that met his lips melted like snow. Everywhere his nose brushed carried a wonderful scent. The taste that wrapped around his tongue was sweet. Every time he kissed a different part of her body, the moans that burst out wrapped around his ears like gifts.
Every time his hand moved gently below her waist, her slender body trembled as if in seizure.
“S-stop.”
“Should I stop?”
She had told him to stop, yet her small chin shook from side to side.
“No, ah… do it more.”
Juhee was shy, but she felt no shame. Her beautiful body responded with complete honesty.
Her earlobes, the tips of her breasts, the line of her spine. Every time he kissed a sensitive spot, she let out a moan, so he quickly learned her pleasure points.
While he scattered small kisses across her slender body and his lips traveled downward, his hand never stopped caressing her below.
Jeha kissed her flat lower belly and moved even lower.
“Wait, just a second.”
Startled, Juhee sat up abruptly, but it was too late. The moment his hot breath touched the place his fingers had already melted, her eyes closed on their own.
She tried to hold on somehow, but the relentless torment made her hips, lifted high, begin to tremble violently.
“……!”
A lightning-like thrill passed through her like a storm, and her slender body, which had been shaking, went completely limp.
Where exactly was the frigidity? Han Taemin, who had frozen a woman with a single kiss, was the real idiot.
After a light kiss, Jeha lifted his face, and a languid smile spread across it.
“You cry so well and get so wet.”
The low words he let slip were unbearably obscene. Juhee’s closed eyelids fluttered and lifted.
Gazing deeply into her clear eyes, Jeha brushed back the hair that had fallen across her face and let out a breath of patience. With slow hands, he stroked her thighs, lowered his face again, and whispered into her flushed ear.
“If it’s too hard to bear, tell me.”
The tongue that licked her cheek slipped between her parted lips. It found her shyly hidden tongue, sucked it in, and slowly delved deeper.
“……!”
At the overwhelming sensation that gradually pushed in, Juhee’s previously limp body stiffened.
Hadn’t he told her to say if it was too hard to bear? But because of Yoon Jeha’s deep kiss, she couldn’t answer. Her lips were devoured, both hands were captured, and her body was pinned down. She had no choice but to accept him without being able to move an inch.
It hurts. It hurts too much. The heavy pressure pushing in felt like her whole body was breaking apart. Tears leaked out, and as strength entered her body involuntarily, Jeha whispered lowly.
“Relax. I’m not all the way in yet.”
No way. This wasn’t all the way in?
Juhee’s eyes and cheeks grew wet with tears as she panted harshly. Jeha gently licked away the moisture with his lips and pushed all the way inside.
Thump, thump. Like a boat caught in rough waves, her slender body shook helplessly, and a voice so obscene she couldn’t believe it was hers flowed from her lips. Even when the swirling sensations made her want to beg him to stop, it was useless.
Jeha lowered his face again and whispered endlessly into Juhee’s flushed ear. That she was so beautiful he was going crazy. That he felt like he was losing his mind. And then he kissed her deeply once more.
Contrary to his rough movements, his kisses were sweet and tender.
It hurt so much. She wished he would stop. But every time Jeha kissed her, the gentle warmth that flooded in slowly melted the tension in her rigid body.
Did she like kissing this much? Or was this man just incredibly good at it? The heat radiating from Jeha slid along the sharp line of his jaw and poured onto Juhee.
Without realizing it, Juhee reached out and caressed Jeha’s sweat-dampened face. Thinking that it was fortunate her first time was with Yoon Jeha.
At that moment, Jeha stopped moving and looked down at her silently. His eyes burned with desire that had not yet been quenched.
But why?
Looking up at his narrowed eyes, thinned by the effort of holding back, Juhee whispered shyly.
“Don’t stop.”
Jeha bit back a low curse and lowered his face again. Juhee wrapped her arms tightly around his solid neck as if she had been waiting for it.
Kissing her with heartbreaking tenderness, Jeha began to move once more.
Why did her heart shake so violently, just like her body that was being tossed about?
Thinking it must be because of the alcohol, Juhee squeezed her eyes shut.
The seemingly endless lovemaking finally came to an end. Unlike Juhee, who lay limply on the bed, Jeha was annoyingly energetic.
Jeha, who had been heading to the bathroom, turned his body at an angle and asked.
“Want to shower together?”
Juhee shook her head slightly. Then Jeha turned back and headed to the bathroom. Seeing his slender back with not an ounce of fat on it made her face heat up. Because she knew exactly how dynamically those muscles that formed such a magnificent body could move.
At the sound of the door closing, Juhee slowly closed her eyes and thought, I should wash too.
And then she must have dozed off.
When she lifted her heavy eyelids, bluish dawn light filtered through the half-closed curtains.
Feeling an unfamiliar sensation, she lifted the sheet and found a robe had been put on her. Her skin, which had been sticky with sweat and bodily fluids, was now dry and soft. It was clear that Jeha had wiped her down. Even though he had seen everything there was to see and done every embarrassing thing possible, feeling shy about it was an entirely different matter.
But where had Yoon Jeha gone?
Had he left now that he was done with her? Still, that didn’t seem right. A thousand thoughts crossed her mind, but Juhee soon let out a resigned sigh.
It was ridiculous to hope he would stay by her side after they had shared their bodies without any emotion.
She was quietly pulling the sheet up and curling her body into a ball when—
“You’re awake?”
The door opened and Jeha came in. Seeing the glass of ice water in his hand, a belated thirst burned in her throat.
“I’m thirsty.”
Jeha approached the bed. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and lowered his face. Cool lips met hers, and an ice cube slipped between her parted lips.
The ice moved back and forth, and the kiss grew deeper. The ice melted inside her mouth, but their joined lips showed no sign of parting.
The more her lips were bitten and sucked with aching sweetness, the hotter the desire radiating from the body pressed against her from behind burned.
This was ridiculous. After all that. When she tried to subtly pull away, Jeha wrapped his arms around her from behind as if to say, where do you think you’re going?
“I can’t do any more. I can’t even move a finger.”
When she spoke in fear, Jeha pressed his lips to her ear and whispered languidly.
“Why would you move? I’ll do all the moving.”