Chapter 116: A Day of Playful Punishment and Lingering Desires

I longed to argue, to demand if that was the only room available, but each thrust of his hips sent a sharp, probing sensation deep within me, stealing my voice.

“I’ll move,” he murmured.

The pain wasn’t severe, a mercy granted by his thorough preparation before penetration. Yet, with each powerful thrust, my body was relentlessly pushed forward, then abruptly drawn back, leaving me utterly disoriented.

My blurry gaze fell upon my lower abdomen, watching it swell and recede with each movement. The sight, which invariably sparked a jolt of fear within me, prompted me to squeeze my eyes shut instead.

“Kiss me, Hyung,” he requested.

He grasped my chin, turning my head to the side, and pressed his lips firmly against mine. My body trembled as I parted my lips, allowing a hot, intrusive tongue to invade, fiercely licking and sucking at my tender membranes.

Short of breath, I instinctively tightened around him. He let out a soft groan at the intensified sensation, quickly withdrawing his hips. A moment later, a warm gush erupted against my buttocks.

“You startled me by clenching so suddenly.”

I wanted to retort that it was entirely his fault, but I was too preoccupied with gasping for air. He gently rolled my panting body over, then pressed deeply beneath my knees, spreading my legs wide open.

Hmph.

Without a moment’s reprieve, he penetrated me once more. Even for the second time, his member, seemingly no different in size from the first, stretched me tautly from within. It was a truly formidable, unyielding girth.

“You’re so warm inside, Hyung.”

Each time he moved his hips with deliberate slowness, my entire body trembled subtly. His quickening pace overwhelmed me, yet his languid movements proved equally challenging, a tantalizing torment.

“I’ve been naughty today, haven’t I? Not listening to Hyung.”

I narrowed my eyes pointedly, a silent ‘glad you know’ hanging in the air, and he laughed aloud. Then, he peppered my face with kisses, the soft smacking sounds echoing through the quiet living room.

“Then punish me.”

“Why do you keep…”

“I want Hyung to punish me.”

He had always been persistent, but today, his intensity was particularly pronounced. I knew that if I didn’t comply, he would likely do as he pleased all night long.

Seon Woo-jung was certainly capable of such a thing.

“Do you truly wish to be punished?”

“Yes, I do. Very severely.”

“Then help me sit up.”

He swiftly lifted me in one fluid motion. As I was now seated on his thighs, he remained deeply embedded within me, but with my eyes level above his, I felt a sense of control.

If punishment was truly his desire, then I would grant it.

I raised my right hand high and delivered a sharp, stinging slap to his cheek. *Smack!* His head snapped violently to the left with the fierce sound.

“Face me.”

I gave him no time to recover from the shock. The moment he straightened his head, still looking bewildered, I slapped his cheek again.

After delivering precisely three slaps, my palm throbbed with a dull ache. His once pale cheek was now flushed and swollen.

“Why? You said you wanted to be punished.”

“…Hmm, this wasn’t quite what I had in mind.”

He ran his tongue along the inside of his mouth, then reassured me that, thankfully, nothing was broken. I hadn’t held back my strength, so it must have stung considerably, yet he showed no sign of pain.

“Satisfied?”

“Hmm, more than I could have imagined?”

With a soft smile, he pulled me into a tight embrace. The sudden surge in his member, still lodged deep within me, confirmed that he had indeed found this particular act quite pleasing.

“Perhaps next time, we could try some tools?”

“What kind of tools?”

“Like a whip, or a paddle.”

He rattled off a list of items I hadn’t even conceived of. When I visibly recoiled in distaste, he sighed regretfully and abandoned his plans for using tools.

“And I only did that because you asked; I don’t actually like hitting.”

“I’m fine with—”

“Think about it in reverse. If I were to ask you to hit me, could you do it?”

He paused, then slowly shook his head. When he insisted he couldn’t possibly do that, even if it meant his death, I countered that the feeling was mutual. Only then did he concede.

“Then what do you like, Hyung? You know, like a s*x fantasy?”

“Me? Well…”

They say everyone harbors at least one hidden fantasy deep within, but truthfully, I wouldn’t know.

After all, my first sexual experience had been with him, and prior to that, I hadn’t even possessed a libido, so I had never given such matters any thought.

“If nothing comes to mind now, tell me later.”

He flashed a bright smile, promising to indulge me in whatever it might be. When I simply acknowledged his words, he pressed a kiss to my cheek, declaring he would eagerly await my answer.

“For now, let’s finish what we started.”

He whispered, then thrust his hips upward with a forceful *thwack*. Startled by the deeper penetration now that I was no longer lying down, I instinctively clung to him.

This night, I sensed, would be exceptionally long.

****

Sometime later, I found myself back in my room.

I had half-expected to wake up still entangled with him in the living room, but thankfully, it seemed we had stopped before daybreak.

My body felt clean and dry, devoid of any lingering stickiness, suggesting he had meticulously handled the aftermath. He had even dressed me in fresh clothes.

‘He must have gone to work,’ I mused.

The sunlight streaming through the window told me that morning had long since passed, and it was likely nearing noon.

As I massaged my aching lower back and turned onto my side, my eyes met those of a child who was peering at me intently, their face resting just above the edge of the bed.

“You startled me! Why are you just staring like that, Seo-woo?”

“I was watching because Daddy wasn’t waking up.”

Seo-woo bounced onto the bed and nestled into my arms. Then, quite suddenly, she began to sniff around me.

“Daddy smells like Daddy.”

“Does he?”

“Yeah, it feels like Daddy is right here.”

I recalled hearing that extreme dominants often exhibit a heightened sensitivity to pheromones even before their traits fully manifest.

While it was impossible to discern Seo-woo’s inherent nature at only five years old, I couldn’t shake the feeling that she might be an extreme dominant.

Given that Han Jung-woo was an extreme dominant and Yoo Seo-jin was also a dominant, it stood to reason that, genetically, Seo-woo would be at least a dominant, if not more.

“Is Daddy going back to sleep?”

“No, I’m just about to get up. We have to eat lunch together, Seo-woo.”

“Yes, Seo-woo is hungry.”

I gently touched her small, empty stomach, and the child giggled with delight. After a playful ‘tummy fart,’ I picked her up and carried her out of the room.

Descending the stairs, I exchanged greetings with the ladies who were already preparing lunch.

After eating the meal the ladies had prepared, I took Seo-woo’s hand and we went out for a stroll in the garden.

“No running, just walk slowly.”

“Okay, I won’t run!”

Despite her promise, the child immediately dashed off, darting across the garden. The soft lawn meant she likely wouldn’t be seriously hurt if she fell, but there was no harm in exercising caution.

While Seo-woo played, I settled onto a garden chair, catching my breath. It was only natural for my body to feel strained, given it had been a while since our last intimate encounter.

As I gently massaged my stiff lower back, watching Seo-woo play, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out to see a call from him.

“Hello?”

–Have you woken up?

Perhaps due to being at the office, his voice was noticeably calmer than usual. Idly touching my ear, I replied, “Yes,” a beat later.

–Have you eaten?

“Seo-woo and I just had lunch.”

–Did you eat a lot?

“Just a reasonable amount.”

–You probably ate like a bird.

I wanted to protest, to argue that wasn’t true, but when I considered his own voracious appetite, my portion probably did resemble birdseed.

–Hyung, you’ve lost too much weight.

“No, I even have a bit of a belly.”

–Your belly only sticks out when I’m inside you.

I couldn’t help but flinch, startled by his explicit words, delivered in the middle of the day. When I chastised him, telling him not to speak like that, he simply replied that it was fine since he was alone.

–You need to eat well so we can have lots of s*x…

“If you’re going to talk like that, I’ll hang up.”

Only then did he chuckle and offer an apology. See? He was just teasing me after all. At this rate, it was impossible to discern who was the elder and who the younger.

‘He was so respectful at first,’ I mused.

As time wore on, I realized that the initially docile Seon Woo-jung had merely been putting on an act. It wasn’t that his current self was bad, but occasionally, I found myself missing the Seon Woo-jung of those early days.

–I want to leave work now.

“You still have four hours left.”

–I know, it feels like forever.

Four hours might pass quickly for me, relaxing at home, but for him, stuck at work, it must feel an eternity.

–I have something I want to do today.

“What is it?”

–Hmm, I’ll tell you when I get there.

His vague response suggested that his desire was far from wholesome.

“I’m tired.”

I pleaded that two consecutive days would be too much, but he confidently assured me he wouldn’t make it difficult.

Of course, I didn’t believe him. I never had.

–See you soon, Hyung.

With a whispered farewell and a blown kiss through the phone, he ended the call. My head ached, unable to even fathom what he had in mind.

‘If we do it again tonight, I might truly collapse.’

My worries deepened.

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