One Last Time
Kwon Hyun-jin sucked my index and middle fingers straight into his mouth. Warm, soft flesh closed around them, drawing them in and then releasing them.
He pushed them so deep it almost frightened me that they might brush his uvula, then pulled them out again—an insertion that inevitably conjured the act of sex itself.
“How is it. Feels good, doesn’t it.”
“…….”
“Your pussy feels even better, Na-hee…….”
Saying something like that while staring straight into my eyes was both lewd and enough to make me wonder if he had lost his mind. I could only stare back, dazed, and Hyun-jin’s eyes curved in a soft smile as if he found me amusing.
“You’re soaked right now. Listen to that sound.”
His other hand was still steadily stroking upward along my inner walls as he pointed the tip of his tongue this time.
He licked obsessively at my index finger before suddenly taking it into his mouth as if plucking a piece of fruit. Then he suckled gently, teasing the tip with his tongue.
When my finger finally emerged after that long torment, it gleamed slick with saliva.
“Want me to suck you like this? Down there.”
“No, that…… I don’t want to.”
Hyun-jin was more than tempting enough, but the night had already grown far messier than anything I had imagined. I could not take any more.
“Then let’s do it one more time. Just once, the last time.”
“All right…… just once, then…… ah!”
He lifted one of my legs and drove in all at once, turning my body with natural ease as he did. When he climbed back over me and leaned down, the pressure forced him even deeper.
“Nngh…….”
Hyun-jin cupped my cheek, tangled his tongue with mine, and rolled my nipple with his free hand. He filled his palm with my breast, then flicked the peak mercilessly with his thumb.
“Na-hee, wrap your legs tight around my waist.”
He hooked my limp legs up and wound them around himself.
We pressed together without room for so much as a sheet of paper between us. The thick, hard, hot body lodged between my thighs still felt foreign.
A body utterly different from my own. The strangeness of it was uncomfortable, yet a strange heat rose with it.
In the steadily quickening thrusts of his hips I could feel that Hyun-jin was growing just as wet as I was.
“Ah, ah! Right now…… it’s too deep……!”
“Does it hurt?”
“Nngh……!”
Every time I flinched in pain he managed, barely, to temper his pace. Moving hard with something of that size in the first place was insane.
“Hngh!”
The hand that had been fondling my breast drifted slowly downward. Firm pressure skimmed across my lower belly and over the soft triangle of hair—stimulation sharp enough to make my knees draw up on their own.
Fortunately his real target lay elsewhere. Fingers locked onto my clit and rang the bell of climax without mercy. Even as he kept thrusting, Hyun-jin pressed and rubbed my clitoris with ruthless intensity.
“Ahh…… nngh……!”
The higher my moans climbed, the harder his stake of a cock drove into me. Before long a white flash tore through my head.
“Ah, you’re clenching again…….”
Craftily he used his other hand to pin one of my legs open and fixed it there while he flicked my clit even faster. My vision flickered as if a broken streetlamp stood right in front of my eyes.
Hyun-jin paused for a moment as though holding back his own release, then resumed the deep, slow strokes. He never once took his hand away, driving me into one continuous climax after another.
Orgasms stacked and repeated so many times I lost count, and tears welled up on their own.
“Stop, stop…….”
A sudden, sharp need to pee flooded me. Just when I thought I could not hold it another second, Hyun-jin came.
While he dealt with the condom I could only manage to breathe.
That was when the phone under the bed lit up.
With a body drained to the last drop I managed to grab it. January first—New Year’s Day—and messages from friends buzzing with excitement were piled high. I tapped the one that looked most urgent.
The message that had looked most urgent turned out to be nothing more than a single exclamation mark at the end.
I had expected something important, but it was just New Year’s greetings. I was about to dismiss them when the phone slipped clean out of my hand.
“Do-yun?”
Hyun-jin, already dressed in home wear, was staring at the screen with a chill in his face. His eyes moved; his brows slowly knit.
“Who the hell is Do-yun?”
“Chan-hee’s friend.”
“Then why is he sending you shit like this? Fuck, I want to rip that heart to shreds.”
I took the water he handed me and answered lightly.
“He’s just one of the kids I tutor.”
“What?”
The gaze fixed on the screen snapped over to me.
“Why didn’t you tell me.”
“It’s the four of us—Chan-hee, Chan-hee’s girlfriend, and him. It’s nothing.”
“Why didn’t you tell me. Why didn’t you ever tutor me.”
“I can’t exactly teach you English…….”
My face burned. That was precisely why I had kept quiet. Besides, what I was doing was pure fake tutoring. I had only been helping Chan-hee make foreign-language error notebooks when the whole thing suddenly ballooned.
“He’s talking about eating together, this crazy bastard. What, you’re buying him drinks?”
“Give me the phone.”
“Lee Na-hee. Did you actually say you’d buy him drinks?”
“It’s just something you say so he’ll study hard until the CSAT…….”
“This is fucking pissing me off.”
His ears were red in a way that did not look like a joke. The only silver lining was that this private message from Do-yun was the first and last of its kind. No call history either; every other contact lived in the group chat labeled “Future S National U Students Tutoring Room,” just the four of them.
Once I showed him everything, Hyun-jin ground his teeth at the messages Do-yun had sent today.
“Why the fuck is this crazy bastard sending hearts. He should be studying.”
“Don’t. Do-yun is a good, diligent kid.”
“And I’m just some fucking piece of shit?”
The glare he had been aiming at Do-yun beyond the phone swung onto me.
“Kwon Hyun-jin, you know that’s not what I meant. I need the bathroom…….”
“We’re not done talking. Why are you running?”
I was running, and I also desperately needed the bathroom. I dashed for the bathroom; Hyun-jin followed right on my heels. The moment I tried to shut the door he planted himself squarely in the way.
“Call Lee Chan-hee. I’m buying the meal.”
“Hyun-jin, bathroom…… and Chan-hee’s out of the question.”
“Why not? Call him. He wants to get into S National U, right? Tell him I’ll give him advice. I’ll even set him up with an admissions coordinator.”
“That’s not all you’d do and you know it.”
Hyun-jin would clearly try to flaunt our relationship. But Chan-hee was the kind of person who truly had no secrets. My own little brother, yet his mouth was so loose it was unmanageable.
“Lee Chan-hee is closer to Mom than he is to me. Anything he knows, anything he sees—he tells Mom every little detail.”
“So what.”
“…….”
“What if he does tell.”
I did not want anyone finding out about us. Mom least of all.
I was terrified of the fallout that would come if word of us got out.
When I only kept my mouth shut, Hyun-jin spat a curse and added, sharp with irritation,
“Then you tell that bastard straight. You’ve got a boyfriend, so stop sniffing around.”
Hyun-jin had no idea how high-school groups worked.
“If you tell one of them, they all know. You have no idea how loose their mouths are…….”
“This is no good, that is no good. Some crazy bastard is sending you hearts and going full-on deranged, and I’m just supposed to sit here and watch?”
“He’s Chan-hee’s friend. He’s just a tutoring kid. The emoji means nothing. I don’t even see him as a guy.”
“This bastard likes you right now.”
“He does not like me!”
His jealousy over Do-yun was frustrating, but I could understand why Hyun-jin was angry. The bigger fault was mine for never mentioning the tutoring in the first place.
“I’m right here with you right now, okay? Hyun-jin.”
When I soothed him gently, his voice softened at once.