Chapter 40: The Confined Embrace

My back hit the plush seat. Our lips, momentarily parted, met again, and ****bang****, the door slammed shut ferociously. The car, carrying the two of us, swayed violently from the powerful impact.

Han Jung-woo placed my loosened arm onto his shoulder, then rubbed his firmly erect lower body against me. The texture, even through the fabric, was substantial.

‘It’s cramped.’

The tight, confined space was much hotter than I had anticipated. Perhaps it was due to our combined breaths, but the air was so humid that the windows fogged over.

A car was hardly an ideal place for two grown men to rub against each other, yet we had no other choice, given our current state.

“Shit….”

He finally broke our persistent kiss and shed his upper garment. The discarded clothing precariously hung on the steering wheel for a moment before tumbling to the floor.

“Lift your arms.”

I obediently raised my arms, and my clothes were swiftly removed. He gently pressed down my tousled hair with his hand, then firmly pressed his lips against mine once more.

As we frantically exchanged breaths, all the fabric covering our bodies vanished. The moment another’s hand touched my exposed lower body, my hips involuntarily arched high.

“It’s alright, don’t be startled.”

He soothed me, then lightly gripped my erect penis. A squelching sound accompanied his every movement, likely due to the fluid leaking from its tip.

“W-wait, just a moment.”

Feeling the onset of climax, I desperately clutched his arm. This wasn’t how it usually was; having lived almost chastely since becoming Yoo Seo-jin, it seemed I couldn’t even withstand this level of stimulation.

But three minutes? That was just too much.

“Cum.”

“What do you— Ugh.”

“Cum into my hand.”

He stated plainly, then resumed his movements. I twisted my body, attempting to escape, but there was nowhere to flee within the confines of the car. Ultimately, I couldn’t hold back and cummed into his hand.

A profound sense of exhaustion, coupled with self-loathing, washed over me. As I lay limp, unable to even twitch a finger like waterlogged cotton, something penetrated my tightly clenched opening. It was Han Jung-woo’s finger.

“Well, look at this, you’re wet.”

He murmured audibly to himself, then pushed his finger, which had been teasing the shallow entrance, even deeper. ‘Ugh,’ I bit my lower lip, barely suppressing the groan that threatened to escape.

They said Omegas secreted slick when aroused, but experiencing it firsthand wasn’t exactly pleasant. Who would have thought I’d become an Omega?

“I expected it to open wider, but it’s narrower than I thought.”

He uttered the rude remark, then slid another finger inside. Only gasps and moans like ‘Ah, ugh,’ escaped my parted lips.

The stimulation was relentless, and to make matters worse, Han Jung-woo’s excited pheromones bleached my mind into a blank slate.

Every nerve in my body was focused on the assault below. My instincts, having easily overridden reason, committed the atrocity of spreading my legs wider, allowing him better access.

“It wasn’t me who wanted this, it was you, Yoo Seo-jin.”

Han Jung-woo chuckled at me, then withdrew his fingers. A thick, hard object brushed against my twitching opening. Even without looking, I knew what it was. It was what I had been anticipating most.

“Want me to put it in?”

The tip, pressing firmly against my slicked opening, was searingly hot. Its scalding warmth pressed into my twitching folds, threatening to enter before withdrawing again. I grew frantic.

“Yoo Seo-jin, you want this, don’t you?”

At his sweet temptation whispered close to my ear, I unknowingly nodded. I couldn’t think. My insides were itching so intensely, urging me to accept something, that I felt like I was going mad.

“Hurry—”

Unable to bear it any longer, I grabbed his shaft, attempting to guide it in myself. Yet, perhaps due to the copious slick, the tip kept slipping away whenever I tried to align it with my opening.

He watched me silently, then muttered a soft curse. Pressing hard against my inner thighs to spread my buttocks wide, he pushed my hand away.

“Relax.”

“Augh—”

The penis, parting my clumsily prepared inner walls, was as thick as I had anticipated. Engulfed by the fear that my body would split in two, I tried to escape him, but there was nowhere to move, surrounded as I was.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

He spread my struggling legs wide, then leaned his body against mine. As the penetration deepened, a distinct outline formed on my previously flat lower abdomen.

“My stomach, my stomach, hnn.”

“Just breathe. It’s alright.”

Even as he soothed me, his massive cock continued its relentless plunge deeper, seemingly without end. It hurt like hell, but thanks to the abundant slick, my insides didn’t feel torn.

Having finally reached full insertion, he let out a deep breath. With a soft tap against my cheek, I gently opened my tightly closed eyes. His face was right before me.

“That’s strange.”

“What’s, what’s wrong, ugh.”

“Yoo Seo-jin, why are you acting like such a virgin?”

Han Jung-woo uttered the crude words, but the shame was all mine. He smirked annoyingly, observing my face, which was flushed crimson as if it might burst.

“I’m going to move, so relax.”

He kissed my rounded forehead, then slowly began to thrust his hips. Even with slight movements, the stimulation from our tightly interlocked bodies below was considerable.

“If I keep it in like this, Yoo Seo-jin, your insides will widen to the shape of my cock.”

He lowered his gaze, muttering as he rubbed the area around my opening, which struggled to encompass his penis. Before I could even react to the horrifying words, he pulled his hips back sharply. Then, in one swift motion, he plunged his half-inserted penis fully inside. ****Thump****, my entire body vibrated.

Unable to breathe, my mouth agape, he grabbed my arm and abruptly spun my body around. Having re-inserted himself into me as I lay prone, facing away, he began to move in earnest.

His penis, thrashing roughly inside, showed no mercy. A dull, percussive sound echoed in my ears, as if he were trying to pound my stomach into submission.

With the incessant stimulation, my vision repeatedly inverted and then righted itself. My cheek pressed against the seat, I was tossed back and forth with his every movement.

“Hngh.”

My jaw was seized and turned to the side, my lips claimed. With him filling me both above and below, I reached my second climax. Semen, paler in color than before, splattered onto the seat.

“St-stop, ugh, I just— Augh.”

Before I could even register the afterglow of my climax, he pressed on relentlessly. My lower abdomen, repeatedly swelling and contracting, was a grotesque sight. It filled me with such dread that I preferred to close my eyes.

“Haa—”

I could distinctly feel his penis throbbing, filling my insides. The volume of his release was as considerable as his size, and his climax lasted quite a while.

Just as I thought it was finally over and was about to let go of my waning consciousness, my body was abruptly flipped over. My vision spun wildly, and my still-interlocked insides twisted violently.

“Augh.”

“It’s not over yet.”

With his every rough thrust, the semen filling me foamed and was expelled. Lifting my weakly trembling legs high, he repeatedly plunged his cock down into me.

Without a single caress, we merely fucked and were fucked, over and over. ‘So this is what s*x devoid of affection feels like,’ I vaguely recalled thinking, as my consciousness faded.

This wasn’t what I wanted.

“Snap out of it.”

****Thump****, a tap on my cheek barely pulled my mind back from the brink of oblivion. Through my half-closed eyelids, I saw him. His face, contorted with arousal and an unidentifiable emotion.

“Put your arms around me.”

He draped my limp arms over his shoulders. Then, in one swift motion, he lifted my body and settled me onto his thighs. ****Thump****, my head struck the low ceiling.

As the penetration deepened under my weight, it felt as though my entire insides were being pushed upwards. ‘Open,’ he uttered a single word, and I trembled, parting my tightly sealed lips.

“Hngh.”

His tongue invaded the open space, stealing my breath. With every thrust of his hips, not only my body but now my head reverberated.

It was undeniably overwhelming, yet perhaps thanks to his relentless pounding, my opening seemed to have adapted to him. My thoroughly loosened inner walls were busy clenching around his shaft.

“Pheromones….”

Unexpectedly, he sought out my pheromones, burying his nose deep into my neck. Then, he simply held still, inhaling deeply with a ‘swoosh,’ and slowly exhaling, repeating the process.

The cramped car was filled with heat and scent. The seats were thoroughly soaked with fluids that had splattered wildly with every contact of our bodies, and my clothes… I didn’t know where they’d gone. Everything was a mess.

“Yoo Seo-jin, Yoo Seo-jin, Seo-jin….”

He called my name softly, then his body trembled violently. I thought he was about to cum a second time, but something was different. The part buried deep within me began to swell as if expanding.