Trojan Magnum
I lay buried under the covers of the enormous bed while Kwon Hyun-jin slept tightly wrapped around me from outside the blanket.
Even though I had come and gone from this house countless times, tonight was the first I had ever set foot in Kwon Hyun-jin’s room.
Curious, I kept still and only let my eyes wander. The room was spacious, and the bed itself was ridiculously huge—king-size or larger, I was sure of it.
What time was it? Midnight had long since passed, so I carefully stretched out a hand, taking care not to wake him.
Instead of a phone, my fingers found something that rustled on the bedside console. It was gold. The unusual color made me think it was a decorative coaster for the interior design.
Trojan Magnum.
What on earth…? Inside the crinkling wrapper I could feel a ring.
Lightning flashed through my mind.
A condom. This was a condom.
Kwon Hyun-jin had prepared this? No—more than that, what kind of condom was this big…? Sleep vanished completely.
EXTRA LARGE, printed in capital letters, only made it more ominous. I was still staring blankly at the condom when—
“Nngh.”
A strange sensation crawled over my neck, like a giant snail trailing slime as it inched along.
“I almost blew my fucking load waiting for you to wake up.”
Kwon Hyun-jin, latched onto the nape of my neck like a vampire, was rising higher and higher. His lips slid along my throat, then gently sucked my earlobe before letting it go.
“Ah…”
The slow drag of his tongue along the shell of my ear made every hair on my body stand on end.
I instinctively ducked my head to escape; he immediately flung the covers aside. Cold air rushed over me and my body jerked.
“W-wait a second. Kwon Hyun-jin.”
“What.”
“You’re just… going straight into it?”
“What else? Want to play poker first?”
The words had barely left his mouth before he claimed the space above me. He began unbuttoning my winter blouse one by one. When I startled and tried to stop him, he immediately lowered his upper body and sealed his mouth over mine.
I felt almost walled in. He was so big, with such long limbs, that I couldn’t move an inch. At least he moved slowly—that was the only mercy.
Even the kiss wasn’t frantic. He sucked hard on my lower lip, then slipped his tongue carefully between. He continued the careful kiss until, with the barest parting of our lips, he pulled back just enough to speak.
“Na-hee. Put your tongue in my mouth…”
The filthy request left me at a complete loss. I was so tense my hands only trembled. He furrowed his brow and urged me on.
“Hurry.”
In the end I looped my arms around his solid neck, pulled that handsome face closer, took his lips, and gently pushed my tongue inside.
“Mm.”
As if he had been waiting for exactly that, Kwon Hyun-jin sucked on my tongue. The sensation was too intense; without meaning to I twisted my lower body.
It was embarrassing, yet I didn’t want to pull away. I had been waiting for tonight just as much as he had.
Only my heart was pounding so hard I was afraid it might burst. Thump, thump—the fierce beat raced through every vein in my body.
I could feel the wetness gathering unmistakably between my legs.
In the meantime Kwon Hyun-jin stripped off my blouse and rolled the short-sleeved T-shirt underneath up my torso. His hands grew more urgent by the second. Even the brief moment he had to break the kiss to undress me seemed to frustrate him.
When the camisole appeared under the T-shirt he couldn’t hold back a shout.
“Why the fuck are you wearing so many layers?!”
“It’s cold, what do you want me to do…”
Muttering a quiet curse, Kwon Hyun-jin pushed himself up. Crossing his arms, he yanked his own top off in one fluid motion and tossed it aside. The body that immediately pressed back down against me was scorching hot—like a furnace that generated its own heat.
When I wrapped my arms around his bare upper body, a sly hand slipped inside my camisole. It stroked my waist and then wandered just beneath the band of my bra.
I could feel the trembling of a boy who still couldn’t quite bring himself to cross that final line. Kwon Hyun-jin met my eyes for a moment, kissed my lips, then sucked each of my ears in turn.
“Ah…”
I was shuddering from the spine-tingling sensation when his tongue traced the inside of my ear and he spoke.
“Na-hee.”
The slow whisper made a fresh rush of wetness spill out of me.
“I can touch your chest… right?”
Asking for permission for something we had already agreed on ages ago was ridiculous, yet it still made my heart flutter.
It was the first time for both of us. Kwon Hyun-jin didn’t try to hide that fact or pretend to be more experienced than he was. I liked that about him.
“Touch me.”
The soft, relieved moan that left me almost made me smile.
“You can do whatever you want. I want it too…”
I pushed myself up. With my fingertips I traced the lines of Kwon Hyun-jin’s upper body, lit by the dim lights of the Han River outside. I ran my hand up the thick curve of his bicep, brushed his collarbone, then touched his chest and abs, even pressing down firmly to feel them.
His body was like a heated iron bar. Everything about him was different from me, and the difference was fascinating.
“Haa… Lee Na-hee, stop.”
Kwon Hyun-jin exhaled a long breath and roughly snatched my hand. In one motion he flipped me onto my back and stripped the camisole away.
The sequence was so fast I was thrown off balance.
“Kwon Hyun-jin. A little… slower.”
Being moved entirely by someone else’s will, with none of my own, was a strange new experience.
Before I could adjust, the cups of my bra were yanked downward. He hadn’t taken it off completely; the cups were simply folded under, leaving my breasts fully exposed.
My face burned. The tightly peaked nipples were visible even to me—and to him. My shoulders hunched in of their own accord.
“Your tits are fucking pretty.”
“W-wait a second…”
He pinned my hands to the bed when I tried to cover myself, then buried his face between my exposed breasts.
“Haa… the smell.”
He inhaled deeply through his nose again and again, as if drinking me in.
“Fuck, that milky scent. I’m going crazy.”
It suddenly hit me that I hadn’t showered yet.
Kwon Hyun-jin looked ecstatic with his nose pressed against me, but I felt awkward. I hadn’t sweated in the cold, yet the way he kept going on about the smell made me self-conscious.
“I’ll go wash up real quick.”
No matter how hard I pushed at his shoulders, he wouldn’t budge.
“Move… a little. I’ll just rinse off and come right back.”
Normally he listened to me so well, but right now he didn’t even pretend to hear. Only after burying his entire face between my breasts did Kwon Hyun-jin finally lift his head.
“Haa… Na-hee, why are your tits so big?”
“…”
He hadn’t ignored me—he genuinely hadn’t heard. His eyes were completely gone. In the second I flinched, he stared straight into my face and flicked his tongue against one nipple.
“Your nipples are hard. See?”
He licked them like an animal, then, still holding my gaze, took one into his mouth and sucked hard.
“Hngh. Move… I said move… nngh.”
Even with my scolding he refused to take his mouth off my breast. No matter how hard I shoved at his head or shoulders, it was useless.
Eventually he sucked so greedily it sounded like he meant to swallow the whole flesh of me. The way his cheeks hollowed was so obscene I wanted to die of embarrassment.
With a lewd, wet pop, Kwon Hyun-jin finally pulled free.
“The skin’s all red.”
From less than a handspan away he looked down at my chest and grinned. By that point my entire body felt like it was on fire.
Whether I was mortified or not, Kwon Hyun-jin’s attention stayed locked on my breasts. He caught a glistening nipple between thumb and forefinger and rolled it.
“Hngh.”
“Na-hee, does it feel better when I touch them? Better than sucking?”
His hands never stopped while his eyes stayed glued to my face. Rubbing, pinching, tugging—he watched every reaction with obsessive focus.
The way he rolled the nipple as if he meant to melt his fingerprints into it made my hips twist hard. It felt like a faucet had opened between my legs; the steadily dripping wetness was more than my soaked panties could handle.
“This is in the way.”
When he couldn’t get a proper grip on my breast, Kwon Hyun-jin tried to lift the bra off the way one would undress someone. It wouldn’t come free, so he swore under his breath and yanked as if he meant to tear it. At the sharp crack of fabric I startled and grabbed his wrist.