Chapter 52: Aftermath of Ecstasy

Convinced that a moment of calm was in order, I pushed him with all my might. I had certainly pushed him, hadn’t I? Yet, to my dismay, he remained entirely unmoving.

Han-jun lowered his head, his teeth gently nipping at the sensitive skin of my nape.

“Where do you think you’re going to escape to?”

“Ugh…”

Pressing his body flush against mine, he deftly pulled the string of my thong to the side, then boldly began to press the tip of himself against me. In a panic, my face drained of color, and I thrashed my arms wildly.

“Ah, no… you can’t just put it in directly.”

“Then loosen it yourself.”

Han-jun abruptly ceased his movements, releasing my legs. I was free, yet his words had left me utterly stunned, my mind reeling.

“Huh?”

“Do it yourself. Insert your finger.”

“M-Me?”

Han-jun squeezed a generous stream of lubricant onto my hand. A cool, viscous warmth landed on my palm. Having dispensed enough lubricant to drip onto the floor, Han-jun now simply watched me in silence.

“…Can’t you do it for me?”

It felt too embarrassing to do it myself. Didn’t it feel exactly like masturbating? And from behind, no less.

“Hyung, hurry up.”

However, Han-jun, clearly in a twisted mood, showed no intention of accommodating my plight. After a long moment of hesitating under his gaze, I cautiously moved my hand to my rear.

I bravely touched myself, but I simply couldn’t bring myself to push a finger in. As I fumbled, merely spreading the slippery lubricant around, Han-jun forcefully spread my legs, wedged himself between them, and issued a warning.

“Are you done? Should I just put it in?”

“Ah, no!”

“Are you planning to take all day?”

“Jun, I was wrong. Okay?”

I bit my lower lip, gazing up at him with a piteous expression.

If he did it, I would only have to clench my eyes shut and endure, but the thought of doing it myself made my vision swim.

“What is it?”

Han-jun kissed my forehead, awaiting my answer. When I merely rolled my eyes, he began to gently rub the tip of my chest, then devoured my lips.

As if determined to relentlessly tease me until I answered, his tongue delved into my mouth, then lightly nipped my lower lip. When I remained silent, he lowered his head further, lingering over my chest.

“Ugh… I… I want to.”

As I finally managed to stammer out the words, Han-jun lifted his mouth from where he had been persistently licking.

“Really?”

“…Yes.”

“How do you want it?”

“I just… I want to with you.”

“I asked what you want to do.”

Even as Han-jun spoke, he was already smearing lubricant onto his own hand. He, too, had no patience to wait, yet he kept grumbling. A subtle heat was mixed within his seemingly annoyed, gruff voice.

“What do you mean ‘what’… Ugh-hah!”

Before I could offer a casual reply, he seized my shaft. His lubricated, slippery hand stroked it, causing my legs to involuntarily draw back.

Han-jun then grasped my thighs, spread them, and gripped my shaft tightly once more. It was as if he wouldn’t touch me if I closed my legs, leaving me no choice but to hold them open with my own hands.

“Tell me in a little more detail.”

Han-jun watched me, trembling faintly, as he asked. His voice was husky, likely from suppressing his own arousal.

My hips quivered from the slick sensation of his hand stroking my shaft, and I opened my mouth.

“…Hmph. Everything… everything feels good. It’s just too much… Aaah… it’s too much… it feels good… but it’s too much… Ugh.”

“Good?”

Had the word ‘too much’ vanished, leaving only ‘good’ to register in his mind?

“Th-That… Uh-huh. Hmph… But, it’s hard… it’s hard too…”

“You like it too, don’t you, Hyung?”

No, are you even listening to me?

Han-jun’s eyes had become unfocused. While touching me in front, he simultaneously began to penetrate me from behind. His movements grew rougher.

As Han-jun handled me roughly, the pleasure intensified. My head tilted back, and my gasping breaths grew louder.

I gripped his shoulder, then his arm, fidgeting restlessly, until the intense stimulation made it impossible to stay still. I pleaded desperately.

“I’m going to c-come. I… I’m coming. Ugh… S-Slower!”

As my struggles grew more frantic, Han-jun used his strength to firmly pin my wrists and body down. An invisible force pressed me flat.

“J-Jun!”

“Just stay still.”

He unerringly found my prostate, poking and prodding, sending sparks flashing through my mind. My body thrashed with the intense stimulation, but like being tied down, I couldn’t move freely, feeling as if the pleasure struck me head-on.

“Aah… N-No… Stop. Stop!”

“Hah… I want to thrust in right away. But then you’ll get hurt.”

“Ugh… Aah!”

Han-jun moved his hand roughly, showing no mercy. Tears streamed down my temples, accompanied by ragged breaths.

“Haaah…”

Though his hand didn’t stop, I reached my climax. The pleasure of being stimulated both front and back simultaneously was double the usual. A powerful rush of release swept over me, and I couldn’t close my mouth, gasping for air.

As I panted, my body trembling, Han-jun looked down at me and licked his lower lip.

“You came.”

Then, with an indifferent expression, he began to move his hand again. As if my quick climax was natural and widening my rear was the more important task at hand, he continued to work, making squelching sounds.

Though I had already tasted climax, not all sensation had vanished. As he moved his hand, I once again floundered in pleasure.

“Uh-huh…”

Now, almost a whimper escaped my lips. I had no idea how many of Han-jun’s fingers were inside me. I only felt a wide, distended sensation below.

It was so intensely ticklish that at this point, I just wanted him to thrust into me quickly.

“J-Jun, just… just put it in…”

As I whimpered, looking up at him with reddened eyes, Han-jun’s hand paused. I heard a faint, grinding sound.

“That’s cheating.”

“Uh-huh…?”

“Hah…”

Han-jun sighed, looking as if he didn’t know what to do, then swiftly withdrew his hand. A sucking sensation accompanied the departure, and my opening pulsed.

“Aah!”

Then, filling the widely distended opening snugly, Han-jun pushed inside. Last time, the struggle and pain had been greater, but now, a strange sense of fulfillment and pleasure surged through me.

The power that had bound me had somehow loosened, and I clung to Han-jun, frantically thrusting my hips. My eyes glazed over with pleasure, and I unconsciously pushed down, swallowing his member.

“Jun… Huk, Jun… It feels good, it feels good. S-Slowly.”

“Ah, Hyung. Seriously.”

“Jun… Uh-huh…?”

And at my actions, Han-jun thrust his hips roughly, as if driven mad. The sound of skin slapping grew louder, and my moans became more frantic. I knew it was embarrassing, yet I couldn’t close my mouth.

I cried that it was too much if he moved too hard, and whined for more if he slowed down. Han-jun adjusted his pace obediently, matching my mercurial reactions.

“Haah!”

Eventually, I climaxed solely from behind, and having come twice, I collapsed weakly. It was a severe strain on my stamina.

My entire body went limp, without even the strength to lift my arms. I felt languid and satisfied, wishing I could just fall asleep like this.

However, Han-jun held my limp body and continued his thrusting.

“I… Ugh… Now, that’s enough!”

As if I had never clung to him, saying it felt good, I pushed him away, exhausted and worn out. Han-jun cruelly ignored my pleas, adding to my ‘crime’ by thrusting his hips even harder.

“Hah, this is ridiculous…”

My body was pushed upward with each deep thrust of his member, and utterly drained, I merely lay with my legs spread, breathing ragged, exhausted breaths, simply wishing for this time to end quickly. It felt as if my body would split in half.

“Ugh… C-Come quickly!”

“Haa… Hah… It’s over just because you feel good, Hyung? I haven’t come even once.”

“You… beast.”

Indeed, too much pleasure isn’t good. It makes me feel like an idiot. Erasing all memory of clinging to him, I cursed Han-jun.

As I whimpered, completely spent.

“Do you want to get on top and ride me, Hyung?”

“Just… just kill me…”

Han-jun clicked his tongue regretfully and thrust his hips again.

After everything was over, I simply lay there, aching. My waist felt as if it had been severed in two, and my legs trembled, unable to function. A raspy, broken wheeze escaped my throat.

“Try eating this, at least.”

Han-jun presented the food he had brought from the shopping center. As I mumbled curses and lay half-dead, he was busy tending to me, giving massages and bringing water and food.

However, I felt little gratitude, as he was the very person who had pushed me to this state.

“Don’t come near me.”

I trembled, pushing him away, but Han-jun, with a languid, relaxed expression, indulged all my complaints. His desires sated, his heart had become expansive.

Only the words that pleased him would be etched into his mind. Han-jun was that kind of guy.

“Hyung, I enjoyed it very much too…”

See? I told him not to come near me, yet he spouted such nonsensical words.

Looking at his utterly relaxed face, the words I had uttered moments ago suddenly flashed through my mind. Why had I said it felt good? Why had I asked him to put it in? Why had I said such embarrassing, cringeworthy things?

I regretted it, but words once spoken could not be taken back.

“…Get your ears checked.”

Since I had also spoken those words, there was nothing for it but to let it go.

Han-jun pulled me tightly into his embrace, rubbing his cheek against my nape. He diligently rubbed himself against me, like a cat marking its territory with its scent.

My body ached all over, leaving me no strength to push Han-jun away. I hung limply, swayed by his movements. Even if I hadn’t been drained of strength, I wouldn’t have had the power to escape Han-jun’s embrace anyway.

Even after some time passed, the burning sensation below and the heat didn’t subside. I didn’t know how many times he had thrust, but my waist was stiff, and even sitting felt arduous.

‘Could my ability heal my own body?’ I wondered, so I subtly reached a hand to my rear and attempted self-healing.

Thankfully, the healing power proved quite useful for treating my own body. The stinging inside my rear cooled, and the swelling noticeably subsided. The only side effect was Han-jun’s eyes gleaming at the sight.

“How is it? It’s not red anymore, right?”

“Oh, but why is it still twitching? Does it want more?”

“Stop talking nonsense.”