The Heat of the Forbidden Window
Je-hyeok stripped off all the underwear still clinging to Woo-hee’s body, then ripped open the buttons of the shirt he was wearing. Everything unfolded in the full-length mirror on the opposite wall. Her figure was strong and beautiful—exactly the kind of body built for swimming. Broad shoulders, tightly sculpted breasts, a defined abdomen, and powerful thighs.
Yet standing behind her, Woo Je-hyeok towered far too large. Woo-hee felt small in comparison, even with him pressed so close.
Her gaze, which had wandered the length of his massive frame, froze on his erection. The moment she saw it, her throat tightened with an odd, unfamiliar ache.
“Do it while you watch. You seem to like it.”
He smirked, roughly kneading her breasts as he spoke. The words sounded like he was commenting on the night view outside. But through the glass, what reflected back was nothing but the city lights. Only his greedy stare traced the curve of her back.
He gripped her hips and rubbed the rigid length of his cock between her buttocks. The obscene sensation slid up her spine like electricity.
His lips brushed her neck and shoulder, then without warning he peeled her folds apart. A long finger curved inside her tight heat.
“Ah… yes, ah…!”
He sucked on her shoulder while swirling his fingers deep inside her. He pressed firmly, squeezing the sensitive inner walls until her entrance clenched around him. Constant little whimpers spilled from her lips.
“Relax. I’m just rubbing.”
It was a lie.
“Ah… I’m about to die from pleasure?”
He didn’t say it. Yet her body burned hotter and hotter. Something surged up from below, and her hips jerked in rhythm as his fingers stroked faster.
“This… what… ah… yes…!”
When a second finger joined the first, a desperate cry tore from her throat.
“I said just rubbing.”
It was more than rubbing. He plunged his fingers into her soaking core with wet, relentless strokes, stirring her insides until the room filled with the filthy sound of dripping fluids.
That noise only heightened her arousal. Woo Je-hyeok seemed to feel the same.
He growled against her nape, then slammed his hips forward, slapping skin against skin. The wet slap-slap-slap echoed obscenely. Finally the wine-bottle ice bucket tumbled down from the table and crashed to the floor. The clatter of shattering ice filled the air.
“Ah… yes, ah, ah…!”
Breathless whimpers broke from her lips. At some point his fingers slipped free. He rose, lifted her by the waist, and drove back inside her without warning, pounding hard from behind.
“Yes!”
Her body tilted forward, breasts slamming against the cold glass table. He lifted her again, pulled out slowly, then thrust in harder than before—still without entering her. He simply sandwiched his cock between her thighs and fucked her that way, the head of his shaft sliding through her slick folds.
“I still have to go pick up condoms. That’s such a hassle.”
“Where… ha… where is it…?”
“Ha, on the bed.”
Satisfied, he tilted his head lazily. His hand roamed down and found her swollen clit, rubbing and flicking it side to side.
He squeezed her buttocks while continuing to grind against her. Tap. Tap. Tap. Her breasts kept colliding with the icy glass table, over and over. Yet she couldn’t reach out to touch them.
“Hold on tight. I’m going to keep thrusting.”
Following his command, she gripped the table with both hands. But her strength gave out. Her upper body sagged forward until her breasts squished and flattened against the cold surface.
As she leaned in, he followed at once. His hand plunged between her legs and cupped her breast. He twisted her nipple a few times, then grabbed her chin and forced her to look out the window.
“Watch. I’ll make you feel good.”
“Mmm… ah… I… I don’t like this kind of thing… ah…!”
It was an ambiguous answer—whether she disliked what they were doing or simply hated being watched.
“You don’t have to like it. You’re not supposed to see things like this anyway, you.”
He twisted her words into something filthy. The head of his cock, trapped between her thighs, parted her folds. The thick, throbbing veins of his erection dragged over her inner skin—hot, swollen, firm, and massive.
Through the window, Je-hyeok’s reflection and her own tangled bodies were perfectly visible. She felt the undeniable reality of him fucking her. It was strange. Was this really allowed? Even feeling this way, even with him like this, could she still be allowed? Of all the sins she had committed, this was the worst.
Sex had happened before, but this felt brand new. Her head spun. Her body trembled everywhere.
“Mmm… ha… you’ve seen a lot… you shouldn’t… I won’t… yes!”
“Really? Who else showed you this?”
The pace of his hips between her thighs sped up. The rhythm on her clit quickened too. Woo-hee let out a high, broken cry and kept thrusting her hips forward as if trying to escape.
Je-hyeok wrapped his arms around her from behind and pressed his face to her ear. He tilted her chin up and met her eyes in the reflection of the glass.
“Who showed you this, huh?”
His cold gaze pierced her. He drove her toward the edge with merciless speed. Slap. Slap. Even though he hadn’t entered her, filthy sounds filled the air.
“Just… ha… me… yes… just me.”
“Where?”
“Home. Mmm… I won’t… I won’t, I won’t, just…”
“Again with this?”
“What… ah…!”
“You’re playing with me again.”
“…when… yes… when was I…”
“Then what?”
He squeezed her buttocks hard, punishing her. The swollen head of his cock slid back and forth between her ass cheeks.
In the mirror, Je-hyeok looked down at the cock trapped in her ass, then pressed his chest to her back. He arched his hips and smeared the slick liquid from his erection across her lower back.
The sensation was lewd and eerie. Her body kept burning hotter and hotter.
He slid his cock back between her thighs and thrust again—faster than before. His fingers pushed inside her once more.
Slap-slap-slap. The friction grew louder. Woo-hee’s moans rose with it. Her breasts were mashed flat against the glass table. Her nape was sucked and bitten like an animal by him.
The reflection of Woo-hee’s flushed face in the mirror was no different—wild, unrestrained. Pleasure flooded her from the pounding inside her. Her bottom was slick with her own juices. She didn’t want to feel this good. It was strange. She hadn’t even been penetrated yet. The overwhelming ecstasy was foreign.
All previous thoughts had vanished into white nothingness. In their place burned a black, raging lust that filled the void.
He was a man who made her want to do anything. No matter how evil or careless, how cold and cunning he was, right now she only wanted to go mad with him. Him or whoever, Woo-hee or whoever—it was insane, truly insane. But… it was cold. Cold yet burning. Her head felt heavy. Strange.
Since earlier, her body had been growing hotter. It wasn’t just because of Woo Je-hyeok. She only realized it now.
“I… it hurts…”
The man who toyed with her nipples, stabbed her inner walls, and rubbed his cock between her thighs seemed not to hear her words.
“It hurts… mmm… it really hurts…”
She pressed close, frantically found his mouth, and kissed him with raw desperation. She opened her lips wide and ravaged his mouth with rough hunger.
The more she did it, the more strength drained from her. Her exhausted body could no longer hold him. She missed the rhythm and slid down under the table.
“Ah, you bastard…”
She collapsed onto the carpeted floor. Je-hyeok’s hand gripped her shoulder and forced her to stay upright. Her limp body was like a paper doll.
“You cursed just now?”
He tilted his head in confusion.
“It’s cold…”
“What?”
“But my head is burning…”
His face twisted into something dark. He didn’t believe her. Woo-hee felt wronged, but she had no strength left to argue.
It hurt. Truly. Her head was burning hot and dizzy. It hurt… she kept repeating the words in her mind. At some point she stopped even saying them aloud and only panted hotly.
“Shin Woo-yeon.”
Even his call made her lower her head. The mirror touched her temple, sending a sharp pain through her. From the glass table came a cold sensation. The hand on the floor felt the chill of melting ice.
Her cold must not have fully healed yet. She remembered she hadn’t taken her medicine today. Woo Je-hyeok had suddenly appeared and scattered her mind.
Still, this was enough. She had done enough dirty things. Really dirty… this was enough. Her consciousness began to flicker.
“Stop playing around.”
What else could this be if not playing with her? He whispered coldly and pulled her arm. But she couldn’t lift her sinking body. In the blurry haze she saw his erection standing tall—transparent and sticky, its curved tip twitching darkly.
Looking up from below made it look even more grotesque. It was terrifyingly huge. She had never seen anything like it in her life. How could she even imagine taking something that big? It was ridiculous. She thought that, then closed her heavy eyelids. She could no longer hold on.