Chapter 148 : Side Story 2: Jealousy #9

The mattress rebounded with every crushing thrust. Each time he slammed down, my hips lifted off the bed on their own. Half the sheet had already slid to the floor; I’d been shoved all the way up to the headboard.

My brain was melting.

“Ah— ah! N-no— hngh— stop—!”

“Because of Hyung… ngh… my poor, fragile heart… got hurt.”

Thighs slapped against pelvis with stinging force. He had me folded nearly in half, knees to chest.

He buried himself to the root and switched to short, rapid snaps of his hips. My walls fluttered wildly.

Then the motion shrank even smaller—just grinding against that one spot.

Every time the thick head crushed my prostate, clear fluid spurted from my cock—psh, psh—like I was already coming.

I was practically sobbing.

He watched my eyes roll back and started pinching, twisting, teasing every sensitive place he owned better than I did.

Pure innocence on his face.

“So just call me Hyung once and I’ll stop. Please?”

“No way—!”

Too embarrassing!

He released my chest, seized my face with both hands, and nipped my chin.

Golden eyes glared up from below.

Low voice arrowed straight into my ear.

“…Why not, Seunghyun-ah.”

“Nngh—!”

The whisper paralyzed me like a curse.

I missed the chance to scold him for dropping honorifics.

Those eyes—he sometimes wore this face during s*x: the one that wanted to devour me down to the marrow. He didn’t even seem aware of it.

I froze on instinct.

He kissed me sweetly, but below he kept pounding slow, cruel, off-beat thuds.

“I keep thinking… if I were older, you’d treat me more like an adult.”

“Ah— ngh— you’re— plenty adult—!”

“No. I’m too young, too spoiled, too immature. I know you think that.”

“You’re amazing— really— HNGH—!”

His huge hand clamped around my cock and squeezed.

Then stroked in perfect sync with his thrusts.

Front and back at once—I couldn’t survive.

Every time I got close he blocked the tip with his thumb.

I thrashed from the edge and the frustration.

“Ah— let me— please— Doyoon-ah—!”

“…Doyoon-ah? That’s all?”

I twisted desperately; he wasn’t letting up until he heard it.

Stamina battle? I’d lose in seconds.

Tears of defeat in my eyes, I glared, trembling.

“Doyoon…”

It got swallowed by my own moans.

He pouted theatrically.

“Didn’t catch that.”

I bit my lip, cheeks burning.

He waited.

“…f*ck it.”

Eyes screwed shut.

“Doyoon… hyung…”

Silence.

I cracked one eye open.

His face was pure awe—like he’d won the lottery.

I opened my mouth to say “happy now?”—

He suddenly grabbed my ankle, slung my leg over his shoulder, and flipped me sideways.

“Wha—!?”

Without a word he started again.

The new angle assaulted places that had never been touched tonight.

My brain got bludgeoned with pleasure.

“Ah— you said— you promised—!”

Worst of all, his rigid cock was now mercilessly hammering the left wall only.

I flailed, trying to push his chest.

He didn’t budge.

If he kept this up I wouldn’t walk tomorrow.

Terror mixed with pleasure.

“Okay— Hyung— Hyung! Please— I’m gonna— hngh—!”

I screamed it louder, just in case.

Didn’t slow him down one bit.

His eyes were already gone—lost in it.

Hips sped up.

“Nngh—!”

Hot pulses flooded the condom deep inside me.

Felt obscenely real even through latex.

He collapsed on me, arms crushing my still-spasming body.

Voice trembling with emotion:

“I love it so much…”

You absolute lunatic…

I couldn’t speak. Every inch of me was sweat and come and shaking.

He nuzzled my wet lips anyway.

“Hyung… I really am the happiest in the world. One more round?”

“Get off…”

I was panting too hard for words.

“I feel like I could even announce our marriage to Seunghee-noona right now.”

“…Don’t you dare.”

I shoved at him.

He peeled off the condom; the traitor was already hardening again.

I yanked the blanket over my lower half in horror.

“I’m seriously done for tonight.”

He pouted, but finally gave up and lay beside me.

One arm under my neck, the other lazily kneading my chest.

“Good for you?”

“…Are you satisfied now, you pervert?”

He laughed softly.

“I was never actually mad.”

“Liar…”

“Really. I’m not obsessed with titles.”

I narrowed my eyes—zero credibility.

He looked away, then admitted,

“Okay, I won’t say I’m not obsessed. But… I did always wish I were older than you, even just once.”

“Why?”

He smiled, brushing my hair.

“When I was little, you seemed like such a huge adult. I felt like there was nothing I could ever do for you. That always bothered me.”

…

Way too wholesome a reason—especially after forcing me to say it mid-s*x.

“So… I want you to stop caring about my age. I’m your lover now, not just your little brother.”

His voice tried to sound light, but I heard the raw tremble underneath.

Only then did I realize how much I’d still been treating him like a kid.

“…Got it. I will.”

He squeezed me tighter.

After a while, small voice by my ear:

“Then… can you call me that sometimes? I nearly came the second I heard it. Thought my d*ck would explode.”

I choked.

“You’ve dreamed about this?”

“Of course. My entire puberty revolved around you.”

“What kind of dreams do you even have…”

I laughed in disbelief.

How badly did he want to hear it?

It wasn’t exactly pleasant, but if it made him that happy…

I twisted his nose.

“I’ll consider it when you’re being cute.”

He tackled me, peppering my face with kisses.

“No take-backs. And don’t let Seunghee-noona mess with your head.”

“Fine.”

I laughed, ticklish, pushing him off.

One day I really hope I can tell Seunghee the truth—that Doyoon is amazing, and that I love him more than anything.

A few minutes later, half-asleep, he whispered against my ear:

“I love you.”

Drowsy smile.

“Me too.”

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