Chapter 42

She thought she must look ridiculous, so raw and animalistic, but she couldn’t stop herself.

Seonghun’s clinging lips made her body boil like a detonated explosive.

Soon, her swelling pleasure rippled into an orgasm.

“Haaah!”

A tremor burst out violently.

Suddenly, Seonghun pulled away from her body. Even though her pleasure hadn’t fully subsided, his absence left her feeling achingly empty.

He quickly fetched a condom from the shower and stripped off all his clothes.

Just like last time, Seonghun’s supposed “condition” was a lie. Or rather, it only existed in the face of taboo.

He was perfectly healthy – and frighteningly large.

At first, she’d thought it disgusting. After all, in her memories, Seonghun was always that small, fresh-faced boy.

The idea that such an animalistic, monstrous part existed within him felt unfamiliar. Shocking, even.

Facing his sculpted naked body felt terrifying. The reality of his massive form sinking into her own body.

Their first time had been overwhelming but eventually burned into a climax. That memory was so intense it made her fearful now.

Seonghun positioned himself between her legs and looked straight into her eyes before asking in a low voice:

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

Had he sensed her fear? He held her gaze silently.

“I’m a little scared.”

“Of what?”

“That if we get this close… we’ll only drift further apart.”

Their bodies were drawing impossibly close, deeper than ever. But she feared their strong friendship would crumble like a sandcastle.

She felt excited by him, overwhelmed by his naked body, feeling pleasure and unity as he entered her – yet she feared it would all end in emptiness.

Still, the anticipation and wetness trembling inside her scared her.

Seonghun growled like a wild beast, then whispered low:

“We’ll never drift apart. I’ll make sure of it.”

His words sounded like a vow.

Then he pushed into her deeply, his resolve sinking in with the heavy weight of his body.

“Hnn.”

It was so massive and hot that a thin moan escaped her lips.

Her friend, Lee Seonghun, was inside her once again.

They were breaking taboos, again and again.

Perhaps that was why her arousal was so fierce, like being swept away by waves in an ocean too deep to stand.

He thrust deeper and deeper, like she was sinking into quicksand.

Her entire body trembled, welcoming him in.

“Seonghun-ah……”

When she called his name, he plunged even deeper, swelling harder inside her.

Then he whispered the same plea as before:

“Say my name more.”

Did calling his name excite him that much? Was that why he wanted her to keep calling it endlessly?

“Seonghun-ah… Seonghun-ah… hnn.”

Every time she called him, he raged and throbbed inside her.

It scraped at her senses so sharply, she thought she’d go insane.

Or rather, she couldn’t even think anymore. Every nerve ending was burning alive.

This was only his second time after their first experience, yet he was toying with her senses like a master.

He moved slowly to torment her, then picked up speed, drawing out her deepest, rawest lust.

His repeated rhythm drove her nerves straight into climax.

“Haa… ah.”

Moans burst from her lips as she opened herself fully to him.

She blushed at how desperately she wanted his heavy body to lean into her more.

Their skins slapped together with lewd wet sounds. The friction between them was a constant crackle of electric noise.

She never imagined she and Seonghun would become so raw, so animalistic.

Even less did she imagine that they would roar together in orgasm as one.

“Haaah―”

She let out a high-pitched cry as she climaxed, while he let out low, rough breaths filled with his own pleasure.

“Hnn.”

Tears of trembling pleasure gathered at the corners of her eyes.

She suddenly realised:

“Ah… I’ve never felt sex this electrifying with Godohun. No, I don’t think I’ve ever felt pure ecstasy with any man.”

In a way, perhaps this was her first real experience, just like it was his.

His massive body trembled above her. Her own breaths came out ragged, their chests pressing together tightly, feeling so obscenely intimate.

“Lee Seonghun… move. You’re heavy.”

He shifted off her slightly, then suddenly scooped her up by her hips and stood up.

“Huh? Hey! What are you doing?!”

Facing each other like this, their position felt utterly explicit and animalistic.

He was naked, she was bare below the waist, her T-shirt pushed up and her bra pulled down to reveal her reddened peaks, like proof of her shame.

“Let’s do this somewhere more comfortable. It’s cramped here.”

But his steps toward the bed didn’t seem leisurely at all.

In just a few strides, he reached the bed and laid her down urgently.

His core still pulsed with terrifying intensity.

Was this the same man who claimed he was “broken”? He wasn’t impotent – he was a machine.

He quickly rolled on a new condom, and as he crawled back over her, she couldn’t help but speak.

“Looking at you now… there’s no way you’re broken. Do you… enjoy doing this with me? Is it the thrill of breaking taboos?”

“Taboo, whatever.”

“……?”

“I just fucking love it. Doing this with you.”

In that instant, his lips softly kissed and left her exposed chest, leaving her drowning in sensuality.

Was this really happening with Lee Seonghun, her friend?

The confusing act didn’t stop. His lips clung to her shy redness again and again, sparking electric pleasure.

It was embarrassing and humiliating, yet it felt so incredibly good it twisted up her insides.

“Hey, ha… Lee Seonghun.”

“Say Seonghun-ah.”

“Do you have some name fetish or something? Do you tell other girls to call you that too? It must be a miracle cure.”

Maybe he did have a fetish for her calling his name.

No matter who called him “Seonghun-ah,” it never meant anything. But when she said it, it felt like electric sparks shot straight down his core.

Was it a fetish?

Her flushed chest, too – was it his fetish?

Every time he saw that lewd colour, it lit a red flame inside him, and he wanted to watch that fire flicker with his movements.

She had no idea how mad his heart was, panting like a rabid dog.

“Just call my name.”

Her heart thumped painfully at his words. She told herself this was wrong, but her heart never obeyed.

“Seonghun-ah…”

Before her call even ended, he latched onto her skin again.

Her body melted, almost dripping away. She trembled with pleasure, no longer embarrassed.

Seonghun began tearing her apart again, like a cat toying with a trapped mouse, making her instincts writhe with delight.

“Ha… aaah―”

She dug her fingers into his thick hair and scratched down his strong neck as she threw her body into the dizzying pleasure.