Chapter 22: The Morning After

I wanted to cover myself out of sheer embarrassment, even just a little.

But Han Jun wouldn’t allow even a single thread.

As if he wouldn’t be satisfied until I was completely bare, he tossed away the last small scrap of fabric that had pitifully covered me.

“Ah!”

“It’s in the way.”

It was late at night, and the chilly autumn wind made the tent fabric flutter.

I should have been shivering from the cold after being stripped naked.

But the heat between us was so intense that I couldn’t feel the cold at all.

Han Jun smiled in satisfaction after undressing me.

The sight of that smile made my heart tighten.

Maybe I’m weak to his smile.

Every time he smiles, I find myself staring like I’m bewitched.

“W-wait.”

“Move your hand.”

Having satisfied one appetite, he now seemed eager to satisfy another.

He began exploring my body without hesitation.

I knew this was wrong.

Tomorrow, once we came to our senses, I might want to die from embarrassment.

And yet the hands that tried to push him away gradually lost their strength.

Eventually, I was the one clinging to him.

Han Jun said nothing, only breathing roughly.

His heated gaze bore into me like it would pierce straight through.

“J-Jun… ah…”

“Hyung, bring your legs together.”

My legs kept parting as strength drained from them.

He pressed himself between my thighs and began moving his hips.

Our bodies rubbed together, and my breathing grew ragged.

“Damn…”

When my legs weakened again, he cursed under his breath.

Impatient, he pressed my thighs down and grasped both of us together in one hand, moving us in unison.

In his grip, mine looked like some kind of bonus item next to the real product.

“Ahh…”

Too embarrassed, I squeezed my eyes shut.

With my eyes closed, every sensation and every indecent sound felt even more vivid.

Wet sounds filled the tent.

His breathing and my broken moans slipped into the silence between them.

“Hyung, open your eyes.”

“N-no… ah!”

“You won’t?”

When I resisted, he tightened his grip.

The strength of his hand made my vision flash white, tears pooling in my eyes.

My hips trembled, my toes curled.

Afraid my voice would get louder, I bit my lip and kept my eyes tightly shut.

Hot tears slid down my temples.

“S-stop… stop now.”

Despite the sting, I was already close to my limit.

The sensations sharpened, tinged with pain.

I pushed at his chest, begging him to stop.

But his limits were completely different from mine.

If I was a shallow stream, he was a vast river.

He didn’t stop.

When I fumbled to grab his hand, he pinned my wrist down with one hand.

“Stop squirming.”

The moment he said that, my body felt glued to the ground.

It was strange.

As if heavy gravity was pressing me down.

I wasn’t completely unable to move, but even lifting a hand took tremendous effort.

I blinked in shock.

“Good. Stay still.”

Whether he realized he was using his power or not, he simply looked satisfied that I had quieted down.

“Ha… Jun… Han Jun…”

“Do you like it that much? It’s dripping.”

He pressed the tip with his thumb.

It was a small gesture, but the sensitive spot sent a jolt like lightning down my spine.

Even then, I could only tremble helplessly.

In the midst of this, I realized something.

When drunk, Han Jun becomes rougher.

The more aroused he grew, the more his smile faded, his body pressing me down heavily.

I had no choice but to plead.

He didn’t release me even when I was already at my peak.

He kept moving relentlessly.

From my perspective, tormented at the edge, it was overwhelming.

“Ah—please… please… it hurts…”

“Hyung…”

The sensation pulsed painfully.

I wanted to grab his hand, but my body wouldn’t move properly.

It felt like I was trapped right at the brink, unable to go further because he wouldn’t stop.

The sharpness turned into aching pain, my body jerking uncontrollably.

“J-Jun… I’m going to… I want to… please… your hand—stop.”

I called his name, my voice breaking.

He let out a low, animal-like growl.

Only then did his hand finally stop.

After being held at the edge for so long, release crashed over me when he reached his own peak.

“Ah… ha… ha…”

Maybe because I’d been forced to endure it so long, the sensation was several times stronger than usual.

When he finished too, the strange force that had pinned me down disappeared completely.

I tried to trace that power, but the aftershocks were too overwhelming to focus.

As I trembled in the lingering waves, he leaned over me again.

He licked his lips, looking at me as if still unsatisfied.

The sight of his balanced, muscular body made my heart pound wildly.

And then I saw that he was still fully aroused.

“N-no. No, you crazy bastard.”

I shook my head desperately, nearly in tears.

He kneaded my hip lazily, stroking himself as if silently asking for more.

But I couldn’t allow it.

As the alcohol wore off, my mind cleared sharply.

I pushed him away with all my strength.

Everything below still throbbed painfully.

“Hyung, are you that quick?”

“No.”

“Why did you cool down so fast?”

He was trying to provoke my pride.

I may be quick, but I’m not stupid.

“Get lost. And take your hands off.”

I swatted at the hand still kneading my hip.

As if it belonged to him.

This firm hip was mine.

He groaned softly and lay down beside me.

After wiping away the evidence with a towel, I told him, my face still burning,

“If you’re drunk, just sleep.”

“…I’m not drunk.”

Drunk people always say that.

“Close your eyes.”

Despite claiming he wasn’t drunk, he obediently closed them.

I covered him with the sleeping bag and whispered by his ear.

“You’re getting sleepy. You’re tired. You’re falling asleep.”

Instead of a lullaby, I tried hypnosis.

He opened his eyes and looked at me incredulously.

When I stayed awkwardly silent—

“Come here.”

He pulled me roughly into his arms.

I stiffened, worried he’d try again.

But it seemed he just wanted to hold me.

Before long, the drunk driven by desire fell sound asleep.

“…What do I do now.”

Looking at his sleeping face, I sighed heavily.

I was a little afraid of tomorrow morning.

Is this really okay?

While he slept peacefully, my mind felt like it was caught in a storm.

I think he’s cool.

I want to take care of him, help him.

Being with him feels fun and reassuring.

But I don’t know if this is love.

Should I just think of it as two lonely people making a reckless mistake?

But it was too intense for that.

Just remembering the way he looked at me, the way he touched me, made my heart ache.

Unable to sort through my tangled thoughts, I closed my eyes.

Listening to his strong heartbeat, mine gradually matched its rhythm.

The next morning, sunlight naturally woke me.

I had fallen asleep with his arm around my neck, but when I woke up, the space beside me was empty.

Groggily, I gathered my scattered clothes and put them on.

When I opened the tent, the smell of delicious food drifted in.

Han Jun was already up, cooking with a refreshed expression.

He had apparently finished morning exercise and showered.

Meanwhile, I looked like I’d just rolled out of bed.

“What are you doing?”

“Eating breakfast.”

Instant rice and side dishes were already set out.

As I ate, I kept glancing at him.

Because of last night, I felt anxious and couldn’t keep my eyes still.

Whenever it seemed like our eyes would meet, I quickly looked down.

Sitting across from him reminded me of that strange force that had pinned me down.

It had felt like being trapped in a dense net, crushed by gravity.

Telekinesis, maybe.

He must have multiple abilities he wasn’t aware of.

The depressing part was that he had unknowingly used one on me.

“Hyung.”

The moment he called out to me, I shot up from my seat.

I stretched awkwardly, stiff as a board.

“Let’s see… maybe I should turn on the radio.”

“Hyung.”

“Let’s find out what’s happening in the world. Been stuck in the mountains too long.”

“….”

“Ah, no signal. Has the world already ended?”

Pretending not to hear him, I fiddled with the small radio we’d taken from a mart.

Then Han Jun walked over and pressed the power button.

Static crackled to life immediately.

Looking down at me as I kept my head lowered, he whispered darkly.

“Do you think I’m letting you off because you’re cute?”