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Join the ServerIt was the confession I couldn’t voice to you, who had sought me out on that day when I was prepared to abandon everything. You shone too brightly to stand by my side, a side where only a precipitous fall awaited.
I knew, of course, that you would never hesitate to follow me, even to a place deeper than the abyss itself. But that unwavering devotion felt like an unbearable weight on my soul, compelling me to choose avoidance.
Yet, this was merely a dream. Here, I yearned to make the selfish choice I had been unable to make back then. I wanted to plead, ‘Please, don’t abandon me.’ In truth, I had longed to cling to you.
“Don’t abandon me.”
“Yoo Seo-jin, I…”
Terrified that his reply might not be what I desperately wished for, I urgently pressed my lips against his. I waited patiently until he finally stilled beneath my touch.
“This is driving me crazy.”
He murmured softly, then seized the nape of my neck, which had grown rigid with tension. A moment later, his fervent tongue deftly parted my lips and slipped between my clenched teeth.
“Hmph.”
Startled by the drastically altered kiss, I instinctively tried to pull away, but he held me fast. Tilting his head, he deepened the embrace with even greater intensity. My vision began to blur, likely from the sudden lack of air.
‘No, not like this.’
I was terrified that if I closed my eyes now, I would awaken from the dream. Desperate to remain in this moment for just a little longer, I struggled to push away the man who was driving me to my very limits.
“A little slower, please…”
He nodded, acknowledging my words, which were more ragged gasps than speech. The kiss that followed, unlike the previous one, was slow and exquisitely tender.
Unsure where to place my hands, which had been clutching the blanket, I slowly lifted them to rest on his shoulders. He paused for a fleeting moment, then let out a soft chuckle before playfully nipping at my lower lip.
‘Just a little more—’
Though my rational mind knew I ought to stop, my instincts whispered that since this was merely a dream, I should indulge my desires. My internal debate was remarkably brief. First, I reached for his constricting tie, loosening it, then moved my fingers to the impeccably fastened buttons of his shirt.
He remained utterly still, his gaze fixed intently on my every movement. My hands fumbled and slipped several times under the intensity of his fervent stare, yet I eventually managed to undo every single button.
“Jung-ah—”
I simply couldn’t summon the courage to tackle his trousers, so I cast him a pleading look for assistance. Only then did he exhale a deep sigh and finally begin to move.
“What truly dreadful sleeping habits you have.”
He murmured something inscrutable, then his hands moved with swift purpose. As he unbuckled his belt and lowered the zipper, the prominent outline of his arousal, previously discernible even through his trousers, became strikingly clear.
With a single motion, he peeled down his trousers and underwear, revealing his manhood. It sprang forth, swaying with a heavy throb that seemed to defy its own weight.
Flustered and unsure where to avert my eyes, I found my chin gently cupped by his hand. He then tilted my face, compelling my gaze to meet his own.
“Will you call out my name?”
“Jung-ah.”
With his free hand, he grasped his manhood and began to stroke it. From its tip, which even his rather large hand couldn’t fully conceal, a transparent fluid had been steadily seeping for some time.
I yearned to turn my head away, but his grip on my chin remained firm, forcing me to witness the mortifying scene unfolding before me. While I could have simply closed my eyes, I found myself strangely unable to do so.
His ragged breaths, his flushed face, the fervent movements of his hand, and the steadily expanding form below—every aspect of him was profoundly stimulating. I found myself utterly unable to tear my gaze away.
“Call my name again.”
He whispered, his voice ragged with desire. I swallowed the saliva pooled in my parched throat, attempting to moisten it, before uttering his name once more.
“Seon Woo-jung….”
“Hmph.”
He bent deeply at the waist, his body trembling subtly as a prolonged release wracked him. Though he attempted to cover it with his hand, the sheer volume meant thick, viscous semen still dripped onto the blanket.
When I finally lifted my head, my eyes met his. A brief, charged silence hung between us before, without a word, we both sought out the other’s lips. Already touching, yet yearning for even deeper contact, we continued to kiss as we shed our clothes.
“Yoo Seo-jin….”
Gasping for breath, we pressed our naked bodies together, grinding against each other with fervent clumsiness. Yet, even this raw contact was so exquisitely good that my head throbbed, and my vision repeatedly blurred and sharpened.
“Jung-ah, Jung… hmph.”
He lifted me onto his thighs, then took my nipple, now exquisitely sensitive and erect from the ceaseless stimulation, into his mouth and sucked fiercely.
It was painful, yet even that sensation was intoxicating. I clutched his head, barely managing to swallow the groan that threatened to erupt from my throat.
His hand, tracing a path down my waist, finally reached the drenched expanse between my thighs, which had been wet for some time. His fingers gently parted the swollen folds, then, slick with copious arousal, delved deep within me.
The sensation of my narrow inner walls stretching open felt as unfamiliar as always, yet it was also, strangely, exhilarating. When I swayed my hips, an impatient invitation, he began to move his hand slowly.
“Ah.”
After merely a few deft strokes, I ultimately couldn’t hold back and succumbed to release. There had been no time to prevent it, and so the warm surge streamed down his chest.
He swept it away with his hand, then, without a moment’s hesitation, brought his tongue to it. I gasped in surprise, attempting to stop him, but the semen on his hand had already vanished into his mouth.
“Th-that, why—”
“Well, it’s not the first time, is it?”
He chuckled playfully, then began to pepper kisses across my face, starting with my chin. As I was gently pushed back, he carefully laid me onto the bed, then deftly lifted my legs and guided my thighs to close together.
“Because I said we needed to be careful in the early stages.”
Before I could even ask what he meant, his now-hardened shaft abruptly pressed between my thighs and slipped inside. I gasped in surprise, tightening around him, and he winced, his brow furrowing deeply as if the sensation was too intense.
“I’ll go slowly, so don’t rush me.”
“I never rushed—hmph.”
With every thrust, a wet, rhythmic sound filled the air, surely a testament to my own dampness. He attempted to keep my body steady, yet I found myself gradually sliding upward, the blanket gathering beneath me.
Thankfully, before my head could reach the headboard, he spilled a thinner, milky semen across my belly. Releasing my elevated legs, he then settled down beside me. We simply gazed at each other, savoring the profound afterglow.
“Will you call out my name?”
His hand, gently sweeping back my sweat-dampened hair, was as tender as it always was. I slowly closed and then opened my eyes, uttering the name of the man who still lay before me.
“Jung-ah.”
“…That’s enough.”
He smiled faintly, then his hand gently covered my eyes. ‘Good night,’ he whispered. With that soft farewell, the blissful dream concluded, and I drifted into a profound sleep.
****
When I opened my eyes, the world was bathed in brilliant light.
Only moments ago, night had been descending, yet now it was abruptly morning. Half a day had slipped by without my knowledge.
I slowly replayed the events of yesterday in my mind. I could recall finishing my swim, returning to my room, and lying down on the bed, intending to rest before his arrival. Beyond that, however, was a complete blank.
‘It seems I truly had a deep sleep.’
As an actor, my sleeping schedule was inherently erratic due to the unpredictable nature of my profession. Consequently, insomnia was a persistent issue that plagued many individuals in similar careers, myself included.
When I had been Yoo Joon-hee, I often couldn’t sleep for such reasons, but as Yoo Seo-jin, the situation was slightly different. Even when I did manage to fall asleep, relentless nightmares would frequently jolt me awake.
Occasionally, if my body was utterly exhausted, I might sleep for an extended period. Yet, even then, I would invariably wake up at least once in the middle of the night, even if no nightmare disturbed me. But today, I had slept without a single interruption.
‘It’s truly been a long time.’
Perhaps because I had slept longer than usual, my entire body felt stiff. I stretched my arms languidly above my head while still lying down, attempting to loosen up. When that proved insufficient, I decided to get out of bed for a proper stretch, and my eyes fell upon the skin between my thighs.
‘Why does it look like this?’
The skin between my thighs, perfectly normal yesterday, was now swollen and reddish. It didn’t hurt or tingle, but once I noticed it, it became a persistent distraction.
‘Should I apply some ointment?’
I vaguely recalled seeing some ointment in the first-floor medicine cabinet. Though I couldn’t fathom the sudden congestion, I wondered if applying it might offer some relief.
After a moment’s contemplation, I was about to leave the room to retrieve the medicine box when I encountered him, who had come to find me. He lowered the hand that had been poised to knock on the door and offered a cheerful morning greeting.
“Did you sleep well?”
“Yes.”
“Then that’s a relief.”
Smiling brightly, he handed me something. It was the very ointment I had been about to fetch.
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