Painful Afterglow and Silent Fury

"Ugh. Wait...!"

There was no time to resist as my panties were torn away and he thrust into me without mercy. I turned my head to look at him, but my shoulders pinned me down, leaving me unable to meet his gaze. I was bent over the table, taking him in, and the sheer size of his length had stretched me painfully right from the start. It only hurt more, yet I quickly grew used to it.

Slurp. Slurp. Each thrust of his hips sent a wet, slapping sound echoing through the kitchen. My body burned hotter with every movement. Strangely, though, after a simple meal at my family’s house, sleep would overwhelm me so completely that I could barely stay awake. This had happened before. Even now, with him still buried deep, my eyelids felt heavy.

“Don’t think about anything else during sex, remember?”

He whispered in my right ear, his voice low and laced with irritation. “I’ve given you too much already, haven’t I?”

“No…!”

I wanted to protest that he’d never been enough, that I’d never asked for more, but the force of his next thrust stole the words from me. I was about to pass out. It was too deep.

Instead, I shook my head frantically and dug my nails into the table until they scraped against the wood. My hips felt as if they would bruise. My whole body was being shaken so violently that my nipples scraped painfully against the table.

He didn’t care. He lifted his hips again and thrust even harder.

“Haa… ah!”

My body shattered into orgasm in an instant, trembling violently, and he pulled out at once. My legs gave way and I collapsed to the floor. At the same time my eyes flew open wide.

“W-wait…!”

He didn’t give me even a moment to catch my breath. He forced me to my knees and plunged back inside. Once more he speared through me, again and again, driving into the sensitive, trembling flesh that had just come down from its peak.

I’d told him I didn’t want to cry, but I ended up sobbing and wailing. Was that why his movements grew rougher? Because I kept crying?

It didn’t feel like my body anymore. Every place his skin touched burned as if branded. I cried out with every thrust, and the thought of how pathetic I must look to myself only made the humiliation worse.

“Haa… ah! Hwaeuk!”

I had no thoughts left. I could only drown in the pleasure he gave. A short cry slipped from my lips, and finally he pulled out. I was still shaking and weeping when suddenly I was lifted into the air. Startled, I flailed my limbs, but he was already carrying me out of the kitchen.

I clung to his side, eyes closing. The exhaustion hit like a wave. I could have fallen asleep right there.

A moment later a soft surface touched my back, and even with my eyes closed I knew we were in the master bedroom. He always slept in another room, never in mine. He left as soon as he was done, pouring out his desire and then vanishing. That was why I could guess why he had brought me here tonight.

He still saw me as nothing more than a toy.

My dress and last piece of underwear were stripped away in an instant. My body was completely naked. His cold eyes moved slowly from head to toe, like a judge grading a student.

When his gaze landed on my feet, I wiggled my toes on instinct. He was like that. Just a look could make a person shrink. He had been the gentlest man I knew, but the one who shattered that gentleness was me. I understood all too well that I had to carry my own sorrow and pain alone.

His eyes rose again and settled on my breasts. He lowered his head and took one swollen, red nipple into his mouth, sucking hard and painfully.

“Ugh…!”

He did it twice in a row. Was my body already going crazy? The wet sound filled the room. I wanted him to hurry and come inside, so I opened the door wider.

He thrust in with a single powerful stroke, his hips slamming against mine. Wet, obscene moans poured from my throat. The place he stretched for me was so full that I felt satisfied just from being filled. He squeezed so tightly it felt like he might break me, drooling with every desperate motion.

He pulled back slightly, then drove forward again. I tilted my head back, my chest trembling. He sucked greedily, as if he meant to take every drop I offered, then rotated his hips slowly, lazily.

“Ugh… hwaet…”

The slow, deliberate pace made my mouth burn. The first two times had been rushed. This was slow, almost mocking. It hurt. I knew I had no right to ask for anything from him. I clenched my teeth and stayed silent.

If I wrapped my legs around his waist again he might never hold me like this. I just wanted to feel him, even if it was foolish and stupid. I knew that. I just wanted to be connected by my body.

The moment I couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Ha… ha…”

He stopped moving his hips. I lifted my head, still tense, and saw his furrowed brows. …I shouldn’t have said anything. I couldn’t hold back.

I bit my lip hard. He watched me quietly for a moment, then lowered his head and stared at the place where he was buried.

The sight alone made my insides flutter and he squeezed tighter. The corner of his mouth curved slowly, almost mockingly. My eyes stung.

Only for a second. Then he gripped my thighs, lifted me, and placed me on his shoulders. We were closer than ever. Finally he gave me exactly what I had begged for. No more thoughts. Just raw, deep thrusts.

“Haaat! Haat!”

Ah— so good. This was it. Even if he laughed at my pathetic state, I had nothing to say. How could I make him stop? Every time my body folded and bounced back from the impact he pressed in with his full weight. I was terrified of him slipping, yet I melted in pleasure and cried out.

Right then I felt like an animal. I couldn’t hold back my desire anymore. I was a beast, not a human.

He pushed all the way in one final stroke and I felt my body tremble. …I wish he would hold me. How wonderful it would be if he stayed like before, cradling me until I calmed down and kissed me. But I knew it was my own greed, so I dug my nails into his back instead.

My body, still trembling, twitched with aftershocks.

I saw him heading to the bathroom to wash up. I forced myself to sit up. …“…”

Would he finish here tonight? I rubbed my eyes. Sleep crashed over me like a wave, but I couldn’t sleep on the messy sheets.

I slid off the bed, but my knees were bright red. “…It’s all gone.”

I didn’t want ointment. I just wanted the wounds he left to stay forever.

I laughed bitterly and stood up, but my legs gave out and I staggered. “Ugh…”

I didn’t fall. Then I noticed something strange. I reached for my ear. …Of course. I had finally remembered the hearing aid had come out. Looking around, I spotted it rolling on the floor. I let out a hollow laugh, thinking how fitting it was.

I picked it up and plugged it back in. I put on my pajamas and changed the sheets. I glanced at the bathroom where the shower was running, then went to the kitchen to clean the floor.

My heart hurt more than the wasted food. It was because the time I had prepared the side dishes with such care and he had eaten them all without leaving a crumb kept flashing in my mind. I blinked rapidly to clear my stinging eyes.

That was when I startled awake with a jolt. He tilted his head, watching me.

He always wore a disgusted look when he saw me, so I gathered my hands, avoiding his eyes. “W-what do you need?”

“…”

“Would you like water?”

I glanced at him, but he was staring at my hands. I looked down. My fingertips had blood on them. I hadn’t even noticed I had cut them.

“I told you not to do any of that, didn’t I?”

He took one step closer, hiding no anger. “Do no housework either,” his words said.

It was clear what he really meant. Everything I did disgusted him. My mouth twisted.

“Do-hyun… wait…”

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me along without a word. He dragged me to the master bedroom and shoved my shoulder onto the bed.

It wasn’t over? We had showered already.

He climbed on top of me and forced the hearing aid out, then hurled it to the floor. Why was he so furious? Because I had cleaned the kitchen? I didn’t know.

He pressed his lips to the left side of my neck and whispered something. I couldn’t hear properly without the hearing aid, but the vibration against my skin told me it was a growl.

His chest heaved, the fury not yet gone.

I stared at him with wide eyes. A starving beast would bare its teeth and snarl, and I instinctively held my breath.