Chapter 1

“You seem to really like it when I lick you and fuck you like this. If my cock had a tongue, you would’ve liked it even more—what a shame.”

Taekyung spoke vulgar words with a pristine expression. He always did. At work, he was an elite manager climbing the promotion ladder. But in bed—no, whenever their bodies intertwined—he was completely different.

“My baby can’t be satisfied with just fingers—they’re too thin.”

“Ahh, ah! Mmph! N-now, haa, stop…!”

“You’ve only come twice so far.”

He chided her with a laugh, asking what the big deal was. While Seojin reached her climax and released her juices, Taekyung buried his nose between her legs and devoted himself to pleasuring her, even as precum dripped from his cock. Not content with covering her pussy with his mouth and sucking with wet slurping sounds, he mercilessly licked around her clitoris with the tip of his tongue.

“Hah… so tight. Good thing it’s just fingers—if I’d put my cock in, it would’ve snapped.”

“D-don’t, hah, don’t talk while you’re, haah! Ngh, down there!”

Every time Taekyung spoke, his warm breath tickled her clitoris, and his lips and tongue kept up their gentle stimulation. The problem was, while doing this, he had already pushed two fingers deep inside her and was scraping against her inner walls.

He would cross his two fingers and stir them inside her, then press them tightly together and curl them, scooping out the juices that had pooled inside with wet squelching sounds as he rubbed her sensitive spots, making her hips lift as she was swept away in ecstasy.

“Hah, ah! I’m, ah, ahhh!”

“Yeah. You can come.”

How many times had she climaxed already? Taekyung smiled sweetly, his lips glistening with her juices, and continued his caresses.

“I haven’t come yet, so let’s go a little longer.”

“Haah, st-stop… Taekyung, hah, please.”

“I think just a little more will do it.”

As if Taekyung had been going easy on her until now, he pulled his mouth away and began rapidly thrusting his fingers inside her. He had slipped in another finger at some point, and now he quickly stimulated her sensitive spots. As his fingertips pressed firmly against her inner walls, his palm rubbed against her clitoris, creating an even more intense wave of pleasure.

Taekyung continued his relentless assault with his fingers, and when her inner walls began rapidly contracting and relaxing in response, he matched her rhythm by lightly slapping her clitoris with his palm, making wet slapping sounds.

“Hah, ah! Haang! I’m, I’m, coming again… Hyuk! Ah…!”

“Yeah, don’t hold back. Come.”

“Aah, ah!”

The moment Taekyung gave his permission, Seojin twisted her entire body as she cried out, and her juices gushed from the tight opening that had been greedily sucking on his fingers.

Seojin seemed exhausted from the continuous climaxes, and her grip on Taekyung’s hand went limp. But her mind was clearer than ever. Even with her mind soaked in pleasure, she knew that now was when the real thing truly began.

But Taekyung defied her expectations and tried to insert his fingers again.

“Taekyung?”

“Mm?”

“Why…?”

“Your reactions are so good today, so I thought I’d do it just one more time?”

Taekyung made no effort to hide his amusement. How could he have such incredible patience when his cock was already rock hard? Sometimes his excessive patience was almost frustrating.

Seojin certainly enjoyed what he did with his fingers, but now she craved something more intense. Something much hotter, harder, and thicker to stir up her insides.

“Put it in, okay?”

“My fingers?”

“No… this.”

Seojin placed her hand on Taekyung’s cock, which stood so erect it nearly touched her navel. Knowing that patient Taekyung wouldn’t give in so easily, she lightly traced her fingertips from the base to the tip.

Whether her seduction was impressive or Taekyung just wanted to show his usual gentle side, he accepted—but with a condition.

“Should we? Then how about we try something a little different today?”

“Different?”

A spark of interest flickered in Seojin’s eyes. Everything he had suggested so far was something she was curious about. What they did in the car didn’t match her expectations, so they stopped after that day. But blindfolded sex was more satisfying than she’d imagined, so they did it occasionally.

In fact, Seojin found meaning in trying things regardless of what they were. Bringing sexual fantasies to life was always enjoyable.

“How about this toy?”

Huh?

What Taekyung showed to Seojin, who had been brimming with anticipation, was an electric massager she had seen online. The reviews were so good that she had added it to her cart, but it felt too intense, so she couldn’t bring herself to actually buy it. Instead of buying a massager that only stimulated her clitoris, she bought an electric dildo to use on days she couldn’t see Taekyung, as a substitute for her fingers.

She thought it was good that she hadn’t bought it then. If she had bought one and Taekyung had also bought one, it would have been a waste of money. But she couldn’t honestly tell Taekyung, “I already bought that!”

It had high ratings and tons of reviews on the site, and seeing that Taekyung had bought one too made her wonder if it was trending. It could have simply been because it appeared frequently in porn.

“G-good.”

“Alright, then hold onto it tight.”

He placed the electric massager in Seojin’s hands as she tried to hide her anticipation. It was heavier than she expected, but she remembered all the rave reviews and looked forward to the pleasure ahead.

“Keep it pressed right against your clit. You’ll be in trouble if you move it away.”

As soon as Seojin nodded, Taekyung turned on the power. The first level of vibration felt like absolutely nothing compared to how he had been licking her with his tongue just moments before. But Taekyung immediately cranked it up to level 5.

“Hngh, hah…”

“You’re doing great.”

Seojin’s thighs trembled. Her clit, which had already climaxed several times, stood erect, receiving intense stimulation the moment the massager touched it. But this was only the opening act. Now Taekyung would thrust that menacing, veined cock deep inside… or so she thought.

“H-how did you find that!”

“Is that really what matters right now?”

Contrary to Seojin’s expectations, Taekyung reached deep into the bottom drawer of the nightstand beside the bed and pulled out the dildo she had bought recently. The secret she never wanted her boyfriend to discover was now so easily held in his hands.

“Give it to me!”

Seojin, who had been lying limp just moments before, bolted upright in shock. She stretched out her arm to snatch the dildo from Taekyung’s grip, but just before her hand could reach it, he raised his arm above his head.

At nearly 6’3″, Taekyung towered over her by more than eight inches, making it hopeless no matter how many times she reached up, trying desperately to grab it.

“Ah ah ah, baby. I told you you’d be in trouble if you moved the massager away. You’re putting things like this inside you but not even using your toy properly.”

“But!”

“What are you doing putting something like this in instead of mine? Hm? You should have told me. Are you really satisfied with something this skinny?”

“…S-stop it.”

“Did you buy this to show me how you use it? Want to give it a try then?”

Seojin’s face turned bright red as she watched Taekyung smirk and fondle the dildo mockingly. She shook her head frantically, feeling like she might die of embarrassment.

She had bought it after being swayed by reviews saying it was thick and good, much more substantial than their husband’s. When she first received it, she was flustered to find it thinner and shorter than expected, but she couldn’t bring herself to admit to Taekyung that it was thinner and shorter than she had expected.

“Then why did you buy it?”

“Well…”

“Judging by the opened packaging, you’ve definitely used it before.”

“N-no.”

She couldn’t find any excuse. She couldn’t pretend not to know about something found in her own bedroom, and it was true that she had already used it.

“Honey, you need to be punished, don’t you?”

A smile spread across Taekyung’s lips. But it was very different from the gentle smile she usually saw when they were on dates. An inexplicable sense of unease washed over her, but there was absolutely no way to escape.

Seojin’s back hit the bed in an instant. Not stopping there, large hands grabbed her pale ankles and spread her legs apart. Having climaxed countless times just moments before, the area around her pussy was still covered in her juices.

“Ahh, ah…!”

A cock incomparably thicker than the dildo split her inner walls as it entered. The ecstasy she had been waiting for so desperately finally arrived.

When fingers and tongue had been inside her, she still felt thirsty even after climaxing, but his member gave her complete satisfaction with just the insertion alone.

Seojin waited for what came next. What he would do after pushing deep inside, as if he might push against her womb.

She was certain he would relentlessly press against all her most sensitive spots, making her climax over and over again. Even if she cried and begged him to stop from the overwhelming pleasure, he would know she didn’t mean it and would only push even deeper.

How naive of her. When had Jin Taekyung ever acted according to her expectations in bed?

Squelch.

Taekyung was squeezing lube onto Seojin’s dildo. She was bewildered.

“What, what are you doing?”

More precisely, it was closer to ‘What the hell are you doing?’ She wondered why he was squeezing lube onto the dildo when he was already inside her.

“You bought some lube just in case when you got the vibrating massager. Good thing you did, right?”

It was a completely different answer than what Seojin had expected. Looking quite pleased with himself, he rubbed the dildo—now dripping with sticky lube—against her pussy after squeezing a generous amount onto it.

“Tae, Taekyung?”

No way. No, that can’t be. There’s no way.

Seojin called his name tensely. He casually asked why she was calling him, and, rendering her denial pointless, he slowly began pushing the dildo into her pussy where his cock was already buried.

“Ngh, ah, it hurts, ugh!”

Her pussy was already stretched tight, with barely enough room for her juices to seep out. But Taekyung kept pressing the dildo deeper, forcing it inside no matter what.

“Haah, ah, I, I can’t…!”

“Really can’t handle it, baby? Hmm?”

“Ngh, ugh, ahhh… hng!”

She couldn’t believe it. She could feel the dildo penetrating into the space already filled by her lover’s cock.

Seojin had seen this a few times before in webtoons and web novels. She even knew this was called “one hole, two sticks.” She’d been curious about it, but never imagined she’d actually experience it herself.

Truth be told, she’d secretly wanted to try it. But it seemed like such an unusual fetish that she couldn’t bring herself to mention it to Taekyung.

She had put an extra vibrator in her online shopping cart once. She didn’t buy it because she figured she’d never be able to manage stuffing two things inside herself on her own… But to think she’d end up doing this with Taekyung’s hands!

“Huh, I used the lube for nothing. Your pussy’s so wet that two cocks slide right in like this. Your pussy’s so diligent. Dripping pussy juice everywhere trying to take both of them.”

Taekyung’s filthy words made Seojin’s lower body tense up even more.

There were quite a few people at the company who admired him. She knew this well since she was one of them herself. The fact that she was the only one who knew what Jin Taekyung was like in bed made her even more aroused.

Besides, it had definitely only hurt at first, but strangely, as time went on, the pleasure far outweighed the pain. She couldn’t tell if it was because of the vibrator rapidly stimulating her clitoris, or because of the dildo gradually advancing and retreating as it burrowed deeper inside her.

“Mmh, it’s good… Ngh, it feels good.”

“I knew you’d like it. Don’t let go of the vibrator this time.”

“Yes, yes…”

Seojin gripped the vibrator tightly with both hands and pressed it firmly against her clitoris. Even thinking about her current situation again, she couldn’t believe it. She was being fucked by two cocks and, just like in an adult video, was using a vibrator on her own clit.

“Haa, you’re really so cute.”

Taekyung continued his praise as if Seojin had nothing to be embarrassed about. At the same time, he gripped her hips tightly with both hands. The dildo had now penetrated all the way down to just below his glans. He began thrusting shallowly.

The end of the dildo opposite the head was flattened so it could be stuck to floors or walls, but ridiculously enough, it was now pressed against his abdomen. Thanks to this, every time he pushed his hips forward, the dildo was pushed in along with him.

“Ahhh! Ah! G-good, ah! Hiiik…!”

“What should I do? I was trying to punish you, but you’re enjoying it too much.”

“Ah, ahhh! Ah!”

Moans poured out endlessly. Her juices flowed out without pause, having long since soaked the bed sheets.

Her mind went completely blank, unable to think of anything. She could only give herself over to Taekyung and let pleasure sweep her away.

“That won’t do, that won’t do. Your hands slipped away.”

Taekyung gently scolded Seojin, who was howling like a beast lost in pleasure and couldn’t properly position the vibrating massager. He said he’d have to come up with a plan since she was enjoying it so much. He suggested they try attaching the egg vibrator to her clitoris.

“Baby. Then should we try blindfolding you like we did before?”

“Hwaang! Haeuk! Ah… Heut!”

“Haha, your pussy is gripping even tighter than it was earlier. Are you excited? If you like it, then I like it too.”

Taekyung gently kissed Seojin’s lips as he placed a blindfold over her eyes. Even then, he didn’t forget to whisper sweet words of love.

“I love you, baby.”

The situation below was completely different from above. His menacing cock and the dildo ruthlessly thrust into her pussy together.

And with a mischievous expression, Taekyung gripped the vibrating massager in his hand and spoke to Seojin, who still hadn’t regained her senses.

“Now try to guess what I’m going to do next.”

His voice was so full of lust that Seojin’s waist trembled.

 

***

 

“Honey, we agreed to go on a date. You need to get up.”

“Mmm…”

After what they’d been doing until dawn, Seojin couldn’t open her eyes. Looking at the clock, it was already 10 AM. She really needed to wake up now.

“How about we check out the exhibition at the Korean Art Museum today? You said you wanted to go there before.”

Her eyes snapped open at the mention of the Korean Art Museum. Coincidentally, she’d seen an ad for it on social media recently—they said a lot of works by emerging artists would be on display. Even if the artists weren’t very famous, there were supposed to be plenty of excellent pieces.

“Huh? But when did I say I wanted to go there?”

“Yeah. How else would I know?”

“Oh, right.”

Seojin smiled sheepishly as she got up from bed. Her body still felt heavy as lead. She couldn’t understand why she was so exhausted when all she’d done last night was quietly let him take the lead.

Yet it was Taekyung who had been the one busily moving around, lifting her up, seating her on top of him, and teasing her with toys while her eyes were covered. But whether it was a difference in stamina or what, he looked perfectly energetic—so much so that he’d even cooked a simple breakfast of sandwiches, salad, and an omelet.

“Here’s your coffee.”

“Thank you.”

After finishing the meal and drinking coffee, she felt a bit more awake. And Taekyung’s cooking was so delicious too. She already knew he was good at cooking, but today as well, the moment she took that first bite, her appetite returned, and she cleaned her plate completely.

“If you’re so grateful, want to go again?”

“Our date! We need to go to the art museum!”

“You enjoyed it yesterday too.”

“I-I mean, that’s true, but!”

She couldn’t bring herself to deny it. Even if she did deny it, Taekyung knew the truth, so it would be pointless. Rather than telling pointless lies, it was better to admit it even if it was embarrassing.

In fact, even now, her nipples and clitoris—which he had so persistently tormented with the vibrating massager yesterday—were standing stiff, and every time they brushed against something, her lower lips kept twitching, and her love juices were leaking out.

“But Taekyung, that… how did you find out about it?”

“What?”

“That thing.”

“Oh, the dildo?”

“…Yes.”

“I was looking to see if there were any condoms left when you were showering, and my hand happened to find it.”

“But the condoms are in the top drawer.”

“Oh, were they? I must have gotten confused for a moment.”

Seojin let out a small sigh. What rotten luck. Of all times, right after she bought the dildo, Taekyung had to mix up the drawer where she kept the condoms and end up finding it. While he kept searching for condoms and couldn’t find any, he ended up finding the dildo she’d hidden deep inside the drawer.

Then again, maybe it was good luck. Thanks to that, the sexual fantasy she’d kept tightly hidden had come true.

That made it easier to just let things slide. Spending the night with Taekyung was so stimulating, so primal, so euphoric.

“So should we do it again after we come back from the art museum?”

“…Yes.”

Seojin nodded and agreed in a small voice. Taekyung said, “You’re so cute,” pulled her into his arms, and kissed her.

“Ah, I want to do it right now.”

A gentle smile spread across Seojin’s lips. Having a lover who expressed his love for her with his whole body made her truly happy. All her friends envied her too.

“How did you manage to get such a handsome boyfriend?”

“And he’s so thoughtful too!”

“Right, remember on Seojin’s birthday before? He bought her that bag she’d been saving up money to buy.”

“Exactly! It’s not like he’s telepathic or anything. That’s incredible!”

With everyone around her saying such nice things, Seojin’s shoulders naturally straightened with pride. Even so, Taekyung’s reaction was always restrained.

“It makes me so happy to see you so happy.”

It wasn’t just her friends who envied Seojin. The people at the company who worked with Seojin and Taekyung were even more envious.

“The team leader is dating Seojin? No way.”

“I mean, it’s not like Seojin is ugly or anything… but still, the team leader is too good for her.”

“I thought when the team leader started dating, it would be with some celebrity.”

So at first, she had worried that Taekyung might be too good for her. But as his continued displays of affection went on, people’s reactions gradually changed. To anyone watching, it looked like Taekyung was clinging to Seojin.

“Did you see the ring on his hand? It’s so flashy.”

“How could you miss it? The team leader keeps holding his coffee cup with his left hand to show it off.”

“During the meeting earlier, he kept running his left hand through his hair for no reason.”

“And he was resting his chin on his left hand too, wasn’t he?”

Thanks to this, the men who had secretly harbored feelings for Seojin gave up on her without even confessing, unable to compete with such an insurmountable rival, and bitterly raised their glasses after work.

“Seojin is so damn lucky. Did she save the country in her past life or something?”

“Honey is literally dripping from the team leader’s eyes.”

People said she was enviable—being loved by a man who was so handsome, had such a great body, was climbing the promotion ladder, and was clearly well-off financially.

But what Seojin thought was Taekyung’s true worth wasn’t any of that. His real strengths were that he was incredibly sweet, loving, adorable, and even more incredible in bed.

Yes, that was it.

Choi Seojin thought that having Jin Taekyung as her boyfriend was the greatest stroke of luck in her life.

Never once imagining her lover would be like this.

“T-Taekyung. What is this?”

“You didn’t see anything. Then nothing changes from how it’s been.”

 

***

 

The beginning was all too simple.

Lying in bed, she browsed through an album of old photos she’d taken a long time ago. Even though she’d changed phones several times, the photos had automatically synced to the cloud, so it was always fun to look through them like this every now and then.

“Oh, the scenery here was so beautiful.”

Most of the recent photos were ones she’d taken while spending time with Taekyung—pictures she’d taken of him, photos of them together, selfies when her makeup looked especially nice before dates, and snapshots of things they’d seen or eaten together. Every single one was a precious memory.

She lost track of time as she stared at them for ages. The more her finger scrolled up, the further back in time she went. Whenever she found a funny photo, she’d get excited thinking about showing it to Taekyung.

But in one old photo, there was someone who looked just like Taekyung.

[Taekyung! Look at this! Doesn’t this person look like you? Wow lol]

[Taekyung, have you ever been here? What if this is actually you? lololol]

If it really was Taekyung, she thought this might be fate rather than coincidence.

Taekyung, who had said he was briefly returning to his family home, must have been busy because, unlike usual, he didn’t reply right away. Seojin turned her attention back to the album.

“Oh my, he’s here too!”

At first it was fun. But as she kept finding photos with him in them, her heart began racing. He appeared in photos taken even before she started dating Taekyung—even before she’d joined the company, he appeared in the corners of her pictures.

It was a side profile that could have easily gone unnoticed, but she was certain. He was the person she loved most, after all. The same went for the blurry figure in the distance, looking at her from afar.

“…This is impossible.”

She couldn’t believe it. Why was he in these photos?

“This is like… stalking.”

Seojin muttered quietly. Stalking. As soon as she spoke that word aloud, all the things that had puzzled her but that she’d simply brushed off came flooding back one by one.

For example, Taekyung had mentioned her hairstyle from when she was a college senior.

〈Huh? Did I tell you about that?〉

〈Yeah, yesterday. You sounded sleepy, so you must have said it half-asleep.〉

〈I guess I really did ramble about all sorts of things. How embarrassing.〉

How he knew things she’d never told him about.

〈Oh? You use this shampoo too? I use this one too! Smells nice, doesn’t it?〉

〈Yeah. It does smell good.〉

There were times when Taekyung’s bathroom had the same shampoo she had just bought. Since he used different products himself, Seojin would use that shampoo every time she spent the night… but why would he buy shampoo he didn’t even use?

Countless other memories fell into place in her mind like puzzle pieces.

How he knew so much about her without her telling him—she’d thought it was just because they were so compatible. Maybe that’s what she’d wanted to think. Maybe it wasn’t just that they clicked so well.

“I need to find out for sure.”

Seojin left the house immediately. Taekyung called her phone, but she couldn’t bring herself to answer. Part of her still thought there was no way it could be true. But if she answered the phone, she felt like she’d end up confronting him with accusations right off the bat.

She arrived at Taekyung’s place. When she pressed the doorbell, there was no response. It seemed he hadn’t returned from his family home yet.

Seojin took a deep breath, then exhaled and entered the passcode. She remembered the passcode clearly because she had visited so many times. Even as she thought she shouldn’t be doing this, her fingers pressed each digit firmly.

♪♫♩♫.

She heard the sound of the lock disengaging. Seojin gently pulled the handle and opened the door. She had never entered his house with such complicated feelings before.

Seojin glanced around, searching for anything suspicious, and then stepped into the study—a room she rarely entered.

“A laptop?”

Why? Why was that laptop bothering her?

She wondered what the password could be. It wasn’t the house’s passcode, Taekyung’s birthday, her own birthday, the last digits of a phone number, or the day they first started dating.

You have entered the password incorrectly multiple times. Please try again later.

Her head ached as she pressed her palm to her forehead. Now Taekyung’s calls had stopped coming too, leaving her phone silent.

But then she realized something strange. The room was smaller than she’d expected.

“Considering the length of the hallway, shouldn’t this room be much bigger?”

That’s when a white piece of paper tucked under the wall caught Seojin’s eye. The room was dark with no lights on, so she only noticed it now.

It didn’t make sense. No matter how thin the paper was, there was no way it could slip under a wall like that.

When she knocked on it, it made a hollow sound. It wasn’t a concrete wall. As she felt around different parts of the wall, she discovered a strange gap. The moment her fingertips explored that spot, the wall suddenly pushed inward. It was a hidden door.

“Wh-what is this…?”

Using her phone as a flashlight, she found the switch and turned on the lights. The shock made her legs go weak. She couldn’t describe this feeling.

On one wall, countless photos of Seojin were plastered around a large frame at the center, while the other wall had clothes, accessories, bags, and other items she recognized, neatly organized and hanging there. Among them were things Seojin had often used, so she realized they were hers.

Not only that, but there were also graduation albums from the schools Seojin had attended and even her old phone with the keychain still attached, displayed on a display stand. Her head spun.

This was exactly what Seojin had imagined a stalker would be like.

Among everything, Seojin was particularly bothered by the photo in the frame. Unlike the other photos, this one was a CCTV capture with poor image quality, yet it was placed in an ornate frame hanging at the center of the wall, with a note that read, “The day we first met. 03/28♡.”

Seojin fled the room in panic. Even after seeing the bizarre room with her own eyes, she couldn’t believe it. And waiting to greet her as she emerged from the small room was the laptop she had opened just moments before.

“No way, no way…”

With trembling hands, she typed 0328 into the laptop, just in case. It was correct. The desktop appeared immediately, and she clicked on the folder labeled “Choi Seojin.”

[Photos], [Access Records], [Investigation Status], [SNS], [Phone], [Home]

When she entered the photos folder, it was further divided by year. Each folder contained countless photos she had no memory of ever being taken. Thousands? No, it looked like tens of thousands. She had no idea how anyone had even obtained photos from when she was young.

The access records contained a clearly organized list of the internet sites she had visited, items she had purchased, videos she had watched, search history, and more.

“So that’s why…”

Seojin finally realized how Taekyung had known about the things she wanted to buy, the exhibitions she wanted to visit, and even what adult products she had purchased. She had simply thought that their tastes aligned well and that he was very interested in her. Because he liked her.

The investigation status folder contained not only detailed research about Seojin but also files on people who had disappeared from her memory and were no longer present in her life. The SNS folder held information about the DMs she had exchanged as well as details about everyone she had exchanged messages with.

But when she entered the phone folder, she was shocked. Not only were her call logs and their contents recorded, but every text and messenger conversation she’d had with anyone was stored there. Several people she had been close to even had separate folders created for them and were managed individually.

However, everything she had seen so far was nothing compared to the home folder. That folder contained CCTV recordings of her tiny studio apartment filmed from every angle without any blind spots.

No wonder so many things had seemed strange. All the things she had brushed off until now suddenly bothered her.

“A friend from middle school? I don’t remember them.”

“Oh, was it elementary school? I’m not sure, so I don’t remember well.”

How he knew more about the people around her than she did.

“Taekyung! What brings you here?”

“I had some business to take care of. Want to walk back together?”

How they ran into each other outside far too often for it to be coincidence.

Thud.

At that moment, a large hand suddenly appeared and closed the laptop.

“T-Taekyung.”

Jin Taekyung had returned.

“What is this?”

“You didn’t see anything. Then nothing will be different from before.”

Could she really do that? After seeing something so enormous?

No, she couldn’t. Maybe if she still knew nothing, but not now.

“…Let’s break up.”

Seojin struggled to get the words out. She suddenly felt afraid, wondering if being alone with him in his house like this was too dangerous. Maybe she should go home first and then bring it up. No—would that house even be safe?

“No one loves you as much as I do.”

Fortunately, Taekyung didn’t make any threats. He simply asserted his love in a firm voice, as if stating an unchanging truth.

“This… this isn’t love.”

“If this isn’t love, then what is it? You know how much I love you.”

When Taekyung took a step closer, Seojin flinched in surprise and shrank back. Her terror-stricken eyes shook mercilessly.

“Don’t come any closer. You’re scaring me.”

Seojin spoke in a trembling voice, thoroughly frightened. Her lover, who’d always been so gentle, was a stalker. But instead, he looked hurt, and tears streamed down his face.

“You said you loved me…”

Seojin flinched at his tears—she had never seen him cry before. Stalking was definitely a crime. So why did she feel like she was the perpetrator?

If she stayed any longer, her resolve would weaken. The memories of their happy times together were still so vivid. If she hadn’t discovered his secret today, she might have been the first to suggest they spend their lives together.

“I… I’m leaving.”

Seojin pulled the ring off her left ring finger, placed it on the desk, and left as if fleeing. She felt fortunate that he hadn’t tried to stop her.

“Let me know if you change your mind.”

But Taekyung called out to her as she walked away. Seojin unconsciously came to a stop.

“I’ll be waiting for you.”

His voice was filled with conviction that she would return. Gripped by an inexplicable anxiety, she quickened her pace. Even after leaving Taekyung, his voice kept echoing in her ears.

After breaking up with Taekyung, there were changes. She found and removed all the CCTVs that had been in her home, but still feeling anxious, she moved to a new place. She threw away all the gifts he had given her. She didn’t know what he might have done in the places where he had installed the CCTVs.

But what tormented her most was the absence of the man’s body heat that had kept her company every night. Gone were his lust-filled eyes that seemed ready to devour her, the relentless waves of pleasure, and the voice that whispered “I love you.”

Out of habit, she sought pleasure, but there was no one beside her. So she had no choice but to do it alone.

Her body was already heated, so she anticipated the climax that would soon come as she caressed her clitoris with her fingers and pushed the dildo inside. But as time passed, only her thirst grew stronger—the pleasure she waited for never came.

“It’s not enough…”

Even when she lightly pressed her fingertips against her wet clitoris and shook it left and right, even when she pulled her thighs tight together and pushed the dildo as deep as possible, climax wouldn’t come. It was completely different from when she was in Taekyung’s arms—back then, she would reach climax several times even before penetration.

So Seojin tried to resolve the situation somehow by buying the same type of electric massager she had thrown away when she moved, but it was no different.

“It wasn’t like this before.”

Seojin desperately wanted to reach climax. She was thirsty, having not felt a single climax since breaking up with him. So she closed her eyes, and recalling how Taekyung used to do it was the beginning.

“Seojin, you’re really cute.”

“Can you hear this sound? It keeps squelching.”

“Ha, haha. Did you think I wouldn’t know that even when you say you hate it, you actually like it?”

Just recalling his voice made her feel an impossibly stronger pleasure than before. She pressed the electric massager against her clitoris while thrusting the dildo into her pussy, just like when she was with Taekyung.

“Ahh, ah! Good… mmh.”

Thanks to continuing the act while recalling those memories, the climax she had been waiting and waiting for finally came. How long had it been since she’d felt a climax?

But it wasn’t enough. Compared to the past when she would repeatedly reach ecstasy until she was completely exhausted, this fell woefully short. Still, she thought it was okay. She had found a way to take care of it by herself.

Like how she used to have sex with Taekyung every day, masturbating after work became part of Seojin’s daily routine. But it wasn’t a fundamental solution. To reach climax, she had to think of Taekyung.

“Hah, more, more… mmh, harder…”

After reaching climax once, it became difficult to keep thrusting with the dildo, so she bought a vibrator with a piston function. But it only made loud whirring noises, and its thickness, length, and intensity were all pathetically inadequate compared to Taekyung’s cock.

How could this thing have a 4.9-star rating with over 2,000 reviews? It was enough to make her wonder if they had hired people to write the reviews.

Seojin knew she was being weird. She had even been a stalker, and had directly told Taekyung that she was scared and broke up with him. Yet here she was, masturbating to thoughts of him every night.

Since they worked at the same company, her gaze unconsciously followed Taekyung throughout the day.

At first, she worried that the man who had been so obsessed with her might act the same way at work. So she thought it was a relief.

Until she witnessed several female employees openly flirting with him after they realized things had turned cold between Taekyung and Seojin.

“If he was willing to date Choi Seojin, don’t I have a chance too?”

“I guess she doesn’t have to be celebrity-level.”

That wasn’t the end of it.

“I heard the team leader drove an Italian sports car to work.”

“The watch on the team leader’s wrist costs as much as a luxury sedan.”

“Isn’t he the chairman’s grandson?”

Taekyung’s secrets that only Seojin had known until now began to spread. Up until this point, he had deliberately driven a domestic sedan to work, avoided wearing luxury brands, and kept hidden the fact that he was the chairman’s direct grandson. But now that all of this had been revealed, there were even people who wanted to sleep with Taekyung, even just once.

‘Even so, Taekyung likes me.’

Seojin’s eyes widened as she sneered inwardly. She was flustered. When had she stopped being so afraid? How could she feel superior knowing that the man who had stalked her liked her that much? She couldn’t understand herself.

What kind of emotion was this? What was she thinking?

 

***

 

Time passed in this confused state.

“Team leader, is it true that you’re going on blind dates?”

Someone at the company said this. Seojin felt her heart drop and her blood run cold. She ought to feel relieved that marrying someone else would mean he’d stop stalking her and focus on his family instead. But why didn’t she?

“Well, I’m not sure.”

“The rumors are already going around. They say the executive director arranged it.”

“Is that so?”

The rumors were indeed true. Even people around Seojin, who was quite distant from Taekyung, were bringing it up one by one.

“She studied ballet in France.”

“If she went abroad to study ballet, she must be from a wealthy family, right?”

“Of course, the team leader’s from an ultra-wealthy family himself.”

“Wow, her figure and face must be incredible. Yeah, I knew the team leader would end up with someone like that.”

Still, she believed it couldn’t be true, that it was impossible. How could someone who had stalked her for so long, who loved her so deeply, marry someone else? He must have refused, right? He wouldn’t go through with it, would he?

But contrary to her expectations, Taekyung didn’t deny it.

Just then, their eyes met.

The people standing between them seemed to disappear from view. As if under a spell, they stared only at each other. It was only when the corners of his mouth turned up that Seojin snapped back to reality.

Though he hadn’t said a word, she felt like he’d seen right through her, so she quickly looked away. But she could still feel his gaze on her, so she bolted upright and fled.

Even after running to where Taekyung was out of sight, her heart was still racing. All this time, he’d always known what she was thinking without her saying anything. She was terrified that this time too, he’d noticed how shocked she was.

 

***

 

Saturday afternoon, 4 PM. If he wanted to get to J Hotel—the arranged meeting place—by 5, he needed to leave soon.

Taekyung was dressed more sharply than usual in a suit and was already fully prepared. But he just leaned against the wall, checking his watch over and over, but showed no sign of leaving even as the meeting time approached.

“It’s about time.”

‘Should I go find her?’

Just as he was deliberating, someone pressed the doorbell. Taekyung checked who was outside through the wall pad right next to him. It was the person he’d been waiting for. He couldn’t hide the smile spreading across his lips.

He strode over and opened the door himself. The reason he’d dressed so sharply today was precisely to greet her.

“T-Taekyung.”

Barely managing to hide his smile as he flung the door open, the woman he loved dearly hesitated as she called his name. Hearing Seojin—who had barely spoken to him at work—say his name after so long was enough to make Taekyung’s cock hard.

“Come in.”

“Is it… okay for me to come in?”

“Of course.”

Seojin had agonized endlessly over whether it was appropriate to visit his home when they’d already broken up. But the anxiety that she might lose Taekyung if she stayed put any longer drove her to rush over without further delay. If he wasn’t home, she’d planned to go to J Hotel, the arranged meeting place.

But Taekyung casually invited her inside. Just like before they’d broken up.

“Earl Grey milk tea, iced?”

“…Yes.”

Taekyung didn’t ask why she’d come to see him. He simply asked if she wanted the drink she used to love, then skillfully prepared it. As if nothing had happened.

But Seojin couldn’t stop noticing his neatly tailored suit. Offering her a drink was just common courtesy for a guest—she felt certain that, once he heard what she had to say, he would go meet his blind date right away. He normally didn’t dress up in a suit at home like this.

“Don’t go.”

After her lips had trembled several times, Seojin finally managed to speak with her head hung low. It was barely a whisper, but once the words left her mouth, she couldn’t hold back anymore.

Just the thought that his affection might turn to someone else made all the feelings she’d been holding back explode out of her.

“Don’t go on that blind date. You said there was no one else but me.”

Her voice grew increasingly choked with tears, and her hands were so sweaty that the hand gripping her skirt trembled violently. Even so, she looked straight into Taekyung’s calm eyes as she spoke.

“You said to tell you if I changed my mind.”

When she first discovered that he had been stalking her, all she felt was fear. But as time passed, that frightening feeling gradually faded.

“No one loves you as much as I do.”

Taekyung’s words kept circling in her head. She wanted to deny it, but she couldn’t. During their relationship, Jin Taekyung had truly been the perfect boyfriend for her, as if he’d been custom-made just for her.

Once she became convinced that no one in this world could love her more than Jin Taekyung, it was easy to deduce that she would never be satisfied with anyone else in the future. And from the moment she realized that his affection might be directed toward someone other than herself, a maddening anxiety began to consume her.

“Do you understand what you’re saying right now?”

Taekyung approached until he was right in front of her. Close enough that she could touch him if she stretched out her hand. But this time, it was Seojin who reached out. As if all her worries had ended, Seojin kissed Taekyung herself and whispered.

“Yes.”

Seojin had no idea how anxious she’d been at the thought that Taekyung might meet another woman. She was so anxious that she kept asking around about the rumors, until she finally got confirmation from the executive secretary’s office. She’d even found out that he had a marriage meeting scheduled for Saturday at 5 PM at the J Hotel.

Her heart pounded. She worried about what would happen if things went well and Taekyung ended up marrying another woman.

So she restored the photos she’d previously deleted from her phone, and when that wasn’t enough, she secretly took pictures of Taekyung and collected them. Afraid someone might see them on her phone and catch her, she transferred the photos to her computer and even printed out the ones she looked at frequently.

After doing all that, she finally realized it. What she was doing now wasn’t so different from what Taekyung had done.

It was liberating to admit it. She bought the same shirt Taekyung wore, sprayed on the cologne he used, and smelled the scent. If she’d known it would come to this, she would have installed CCTV in Taekyung’s house so she could watch him freely. She even considered taking a half-day off when he went to work and sneaking in to install CCTV, if he hadn’t changed the passcode yet.

But fortunately, Taekyung was right here in front of Seojin now.

“Then I’m never letting you go again.”

“Neither am I.”

Taekyung kissed Seojin, unable to hide his smile. She responded more passionately than ever, their tongues intertwining. Her body had been burning with desire for so long that just this kiss alone made her grow wet between her legs.

She no longer cared that they were in the living room, or that the ice in the milk tea Taekyung had brought her was melting and making it watery. All her attention was focused on Taekyung licking her nape slowly and ripping open her buttons.

“Ah!”

Taekyung sat Seojin down on the sofa and left lip marks on her nape, openly displaying his possessiveness. As if that wasn’t enough, he stripped off her clothes one by one and left marks all over every inch of exposed skin.

Starting from her nape, then her shoulders, wrists, chest, sides, and of course her thighs and knees, traveling down her shins and calves to her ankles, the tops of her feet, and even her toes. He didn’t miss a single spot. After all, Choi Seojin had finally come completely into his hands.

Seojin burned with unbearable heat from his kiss after such a long time. The pleasure that would follow was what she had craved so desperately. And the fact that this man named Jin Taekyung was so obsessed with her brought even greater pleasure. That it was her, and no one else, whom he loved.

“Taekyung…”

At the sweet voice calling his name, Taekyung traveled back up her legs. When he spread her pale white legs and kissed the inside of her thighs, her pussy wasn’t just dripping—it was gushing.

Taekyung knelt in front of her and licked her pussy like it was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. Using both hands, he spread her plump labia and found her clit hidden inside. It stood erect, slick with her juices, and he licked it nonstop, as if making up for all the time he hadn’t been able to touch her.

“Hiiik! Ah! Tae, Taekyung! Ahhh!”

The more his tongue moved up and down, the more her juices welled up, and Taekyung lapped at them greedily, as if he meant to devour every drop. Still unsatisfied, he covered her pussy with his mouth, making wet, slurping sounds as he sucked.

Then Taekyung spread Seojin’s thighs even wider and rested them over his shoulders. With her hips lifted, the bright red hole, glistening with clear fluid, was fully exposed.

“Haah!”

Still licking around her clit, he slid a finger inside her. Seojin was so aroused, moving her hips on her own, that his finger slipped in without any resistance.

Taekyung swallowed his laughter. He was already incredibly aroused too, the front of his pants swelling tightly.

He undid his belt and pulled his cock out of his pants. Wrapping his hand around his fully erect cock, he gave it a light shake.

During their time apart, Taekyung had also masturbated while thinking of Seojin, but having her right here in front of him made him so excited he felt like he might come any second.

“Haah! Ahng…!”

Normally he would have taken his time driving Seojin wild, but today Taekyung had no patience. He immediately pushed another finger into her wet, slick hole. Using two fingers like his cock going in and out, he scraped against her vaginal walls in a back-and-forth motion, making Seojin’s moans grow louder and louder.

“Haaht! Ah…! Taekyung, hht, th-there…!”

“Yeah, you love it when I touch you here, don’t you?”

When it came to Seojin, he remembered every single detail. Even after being apart for a while, there was no way he’d forget where her sensitive spots were.

Seojin writhed her hips in ecstasy under Taekyung’s relentless torment. But his hands showed no signs of stopping. As always, he was determined to keep driving her to climax. And that was exactly what Seojin desperately wanted.

“Ah, ah! It feels so good… haaang!”

“Baby, why have you gotten so sensitive? Hmm? Wouldn’t that make me suspicious?”

He pressed harder with the fingers that had been gently caressing her inside, thrusting faster and deeper. He rolled her clitoris with his thumb, now slick with her juices, and ravaged her insides. Seojin’s cries never ceased.

“Did you show this side of yourself to other bastards? Did you come back to me because those bastards couldn’t satisfy you? No, if that were the case, there’s no way I would have missed it.”

“I kept… huk, thinking about you, Taekyung… and kept… hht, masturbating.”

“Ah, is that so?”

Finally, a smile spread across Taekyung’s lips.

“How cute. If you were going to do that, you should have come sooner. I was wondering when you’d show up. If you’d been any later, I was about to come hunt you down.”

“I’m sorry. Taekyung… hht, please.”

“Please, what?”

“Please… put it inside.”

Seojin slipped her hand between her legs, spreading them wide so her pussy was even more clearly visible. The tight opening pulsed invitingly before his eyes.

“When did you learn to beg like that? Hmm?”

Taekyung shot up from his seat and rolled a condom over his glans, already smeared with his own semen. Seojin’s heart raced with anticipation.

She looked up at him with flushed, heated eyes. The sight of his cock twitching with lust was absolutely adorable. It was even more so because the moment she’d been longing for was right in front of her.

Seojin forced herself to suppress the urge to climb on top of him right then and there, impale herself on his cock, and grind her hips shamelessly.

“You’re the one who started this.”

She nodded eagerly. As if to meet her expectations, Taekyung immediately thrust his rigid cock through her tender flesh and penetrated her.

A thick, warm shaft of flesh—incomparably thicker and warmer than slender fingers or any dildo—pushed deeper and deeper, filling her tightly from within. Her pussy clenched around Taekyung’s cock so fiercely it seemed like it might cut him off. It was difficult, but he somehow managed to force himself all the way in.

“Ha, haha. Baby, did you just come from me putting it in?”

“Hht, I like it… ah, do it harder, okay?”

“As much as you want.”

It was exactly what Taekyung had been hoping for. Since she had seduced him first, there was no way to stop him now.

His thick cock stimulated all her erogenous zones at once as he thrust in and out repeatedly. As her vaginal walls began to clench even tighter, he furrowed his brow while bracing one hand against the sofa and wrapping his other arm around Seojin’s thigh, pounding his hips even more vigorously.

“Mmph! Ahh, yes! So, so good, ah! I love it…! Taekyung, haa! So good…!”

The pleasure she had been waiting for all this time finally came to Seojin. Thanks to that, just from the penetration alone, her mind became hazy as she was immersed in pleasure.

Seojin, precariously leaning against the sofa, couldn’t handle the pleasure being given to her. Even so, having thirsted for this pleasure, she swayed her hips, wanting even greater sensations.

At the sight of Seojin beneath him, disheveled and calling out to him, his cock—which already felt like it might burst—swelled even larger.

In truth, just having her in this house was already enough to make him aroused. She had even noticed everything he had been doing all this time. And yet she was his beloved lover who had walked in here of her own accord.

“I love you, baby.”

“Me too, me too.”

“I’ll never let you go.”

Taekyung showered his beloved lover with kiss after kiss. Though his affection was sticky and intense, Seojin was simply moved by the fact that she was the one receiving all of his wholehearted devotion.

She wrapped her slender legs around his waist, as if she, too, didn’t want to let go.

“When you do that, I can’t hold back anymore.”

Taekyung’s movements gradually intensified. He finally let go of the last thread of patience he had been desperately clinging to, gripping her waist and continuing his rough thrusts. The powerful force driving up from below pushed Seojin’s body back bit by bit, but he held her so tightly that she couldn’t escape.

“Haa, Taekyung…! Ah, ah…!”

All Seojin could do was bury her face against his chest, letting out pleasure-soaked sighs as she called her lover’s name. She was overwhelmed by the tremendous ecstasy that had taken over her body.

Even the pain she felt as his cock tightly parted her vulva and entered was transformed into pleasure. Every time his cock moved in and out, scraping against her inner walls, she shuddered with pleasure.

He was simultaneously scratching, pressing, and rubbing all the spots that had been sensitive even when he used his fingers, making it impossible for her to think straight. He even tormented her most sensitive spots with even greater persistence.

“Ahhng! Haa, ah! S-So good! Ahng!”

Far from hiding the moans she had been so embarrassed about, she couldn’t even think to care anymore. She was so consumed with accepting the pleasure being given to her that she didn’t notice the air in the room growing hot, the squelching sounds of her arousal, or the couch creaking from their vigorous movements.

All she could feel was the overwhelming bliss, her beloved lover’s warm body heat, and the weight of him pressing down on her.

Taekyung was also helplessly swept away by the pleasure he was experiencing for the first time. The ecstasy that came from knowing she had become completely his was beyond imagination.

But this wasn’t enough. More, just a little more. The more he thought this way, the more intense his hip movements became.

“Hng, ah, ahh…! I-I’m, I think I’m gonna c-cum!”

“Cum, you can cum as much as you want. If you want me to cum in your mouth, just tell me.”

Until now, he had only thought of coming in her mouth as embarrassing. But now, she thought that if Taekyung were to drink her juices, she would like that too. Because he was hers. Just thinking that it would be her own juices he’d be consuming, not someone else’s, filled her with euphoria.

But not now. Right now, he had to keep pounding her pussy with wet, squelching thrusts.

Splash, splash, trickle…

Seojin reached her climax, and sticky juices gushed out of her. Every time Taekyung’s cock pressed hard against her inner walls, the fluids that hadn’t managed to escape came pouring out with a wet, splashing sound. Even when nothing was left to gush and only trickles remained, his hip movements didn’t slow down at all.

“Hik! Hng! S-stop! Please… haa, I can’t take it anymore…”

“Haa, just a little more. See? Why did you run away, hmm?”

“I was wrong… haa, I-I’ll never leave again!”

She begged for his forgiveness, but Taekyung was resolute. It wasn’t like she was refusing because she truly hated it anyway. If he actually pulled out, she’d just end up missing it.

“That won’t do. I need to teach you properly so you won’t think about doing that again.”

“Haa, haa, please… please.”

“Then how about you move on your own?”

Seojin nodded quickly. If she could move herself, it would at least be better than this.

Until now, he had never been satisfied with her taking the lead, but today she felt quite confident. Taekyung’s pleasure was simply too overwhelming, but Seojin was just as unsatisfied—she was still thirsty, too.

She carefully spread her legs and climbed onto Taekyung’s thighs. Having mounted him several times before, she skillfully aligned his cock with her pussy and gradually lowered her body.

“Mmm…”

The head, as big as a child’s fist, scraped against her inner walls as it slowly entered. When it was finally buried to the root, Seojin wrapped her arms around Taekyung’s neck as she always did and began swaying her hips. She rocked back and forth, rubbing her clitoris against his groin, then bounced up and down, scraping her inner walls.

Taekyung took the nipples swaying before his eyes into his mouth, sucking on them before gently biting them to stimulate her. Unable to hold back, he urged her on.

“Haa, baby. Move a little faster.”

“Ah, okay.”

Taekyung’s cock was so long it couldn’t even be compared to a dildo. She needed both hands just to hold it. When she sat on top of such a massive cock and rode it, it penetrated deeper than when she was lying down, making the stimulation so intense that it wasn’t easy to move quickly.

But since it was easier for her to handle when she moved herself rather than when Taekyung thrust his hips, she tried to move a little faster. Every time she swayed her hips, his cock pressed against different spots inside her, making her feel so good that this was as fast as she could go.

“Ngh… ah! Mmm, ah…!”

“Baby, are you just going to enjoy yourself all alone?”

“B-but… you’re, you’re too deep…!”

“Don’t whine like that.”

She wasn’t trying to whine. She really said that because his cock was so deep inside her.

Seojin moved to her limit and let out heated sighs, but Taekyung wasn’t satisfied at all. Seojin swaying her hips on top of him was very cute, but it was nowhere near enough to satisfy his desires.

Unable to hold back any longer, Taekyung grabbed her waist and thrust up from below.

“Haah!”

“If you move like that, you’ll never make me cum.”

“Hng, ugh… ngh! S-stop, no more…”

“Guess you didn’t really mean it when you asked for more.”

Thinking that just thrusting his hips wasn’t enough, Taekyung slipped his arms under the inside of her knees and lifted her up just like that. With his cock still buried deep in her pussy. With nowhere else to hold on but Taekyung, Seojin was so startled that she clenched her pussy tight.

“You love it when I do this to you.”

“W-wait a moment. Taekyung, wait, eek! Ah!”

“Hold on tight so you don’t fall.”

Of course, he had no intention of dropping her. But saying this made her cling to him even more desperately, which he loved.

Despite Seojin’s protests, Taekyung supported her ass and lifted her until only his tip barely remained inside, then pulled her down in one swift motion until he was buried to the hilt. Just from that alone, Seojin reached a light climax each time.

“How many times are you going to cum?”

“Haah, s-stop… I’m going to die. Please…!”

“We’ve done this plenty of times before, so why are you acting like this, baby? Is it because it’s been a while?”

She wouldn’t die even if he went harder than this. She’d just pass out. So he had no intention of letting her down gently. Even if he couldn’t keep going until he was satisfied, he at least had to make it so she couldn’t even think about leaving.

Taekyung pressed her against the living room wall and thrust up from below. Now able to move more freely, he pulled his hips back until his cock was almost completely out, then rammed it back into her depths in one swift motion.

Seojin was left completely defenseless, utterly exposed to pleasure. Unlike before, she climbed to climax even faster and harder.

“Mmph! Ah… haah!”

She couldn’t even moan properly, barely able to breathe as she reached her peak and gushed her juices. Some of it flowed down his cock, while the rest splattered onto the floor below.

Seeing her juices flow down to her own thighs, Taekyung couldn’t help but chuckle. After repeating this several times, he was certain she wouldn’t be able to leave.

“Is it hard, baby?”

Taekyung asked tenderly. Thinking he might let her rest a little, Seojin quickly nodded.

“Then bend over. I’ll take care of everything.”

Seojin stared at him blankly, wondering if she’d heard wrong. Growing impatient, Taekyung made Seojin, who was still leaning against him, bend over the table.

“I love you, baby. I want to do this forever. I’m never letting you go.”

He was so happy right now.

What made him happiest wasn’t Choi Seojin’s pussy gripping him as if it would bite his cock off, but the situation itself.

That Choi Seojin, who cared only for him, had come back to him on her own, was in his arms, and acted as if he was her entire world.

Never again would she leave his side. He was confident he could make sure of that.

Seojin didn’t know it, but throughout all their lovemaking so far, Taekyung had been holding back considerably for her sake. Today, he planned to satisfy his own desires to the fullest.

The most consideration he could manage was putting on a condom. So he continued thrusting until Seojin completely passed out, unable to come to her senses, and went completely limp. All while whispering sweet words of love in her ear.

Seojin kept climaxing over and over, fainting several times. Even when she barely regained consciousness, Taekyung was still all over her, pressing himself against her. Only the location had changed—sometimes the living room, sometimes the kitchen, sometimes the bathroom, and now the most familiar bedroom.

“Tae… ngh!”

Her voice was so hoarse she could barely call his name. As if reading her intent to ask what he was doing from her eyes alone, Taekyung answered.

“You looked tired, baby, so I took care of moving myself.”

“…Why?”

“Because it’s still nighttime.”

The room was saturated with the smell of her juices and semen. Condom wrappers were scattered everywhere—God knows how many times he’d come.

Yet Taekyung’s cock showed no signs of softening, relentlessly pounding into her pussy. She’d gushed so much she thought she might get dehydrated, but her juices still flowed, creating foam and wet squelching sounds with every thrust.

“Baby, do you hear that? That sound?”

“I… I don’t know… ahh!”

“If you don’t know, I’ll have to teach you. Right?”

Seojin shook her head, but Taekyung paid no attention, gripping her waist and ramming himself into her even harder.

Seojin tried crawling away as if to escape the pleasure but soon realized she couldn’t get away from him at all and let her body go limp. Taekyung chuckled low, saying she’d made a good choice, and continued his rough thrusting.

His thick cock drove in as if pushing her organs aside, then pulled out in an instant, over and over. Maybe because she’d already come so many times, her next climax came so easily.

“Ngh! S-slow down…! Please, hnngh!”

Even though she begged him to go slower, Taekyung pretended not to hear. He believed she’d understand—after all, it had been so long since they’d been together like this.

Besides, this was Choi Seojin, who loved him even knowing all his secrets. He couldn’t stop himself from wanting more.

“I love you, baby. Hah, it feels so good. I love you.”

 

***

 

Seojin packed up the place where she’d lived alone. She moved all her things to Taekyung’s house. So they could always be together.

He still cooked the foods Seojin liked, bought clothes that suited her, and wanted to know her every move. And Seojin felt the same way.

“Mm-hmm, hmm.”

Seojin was on her way home after meeting friends for the first time in ages. She was so happy that she found herself humming without realizing it. She had finally delivered the wedding invitations. Taekyung had wanted to come with her, but unfortunately their schedules didn’t align. That was okay though.

She pulled her phone from her pocket. After tapping the screen a few times, the home camera feed of their cozy nest appeared.

She selected one of the multiple split screens, and the room where Taekyung was located expanded. He had apparently just arrived and was taking off his coat.

“You’re home, Taekyung? You must be tired.”

Seojin murmured in a small voice. She wasn’t on a call. There was no need to be, as her clothes had a listening device attached.

– Not at all. What do you mean, ‘tired’? Aren’t you exhausted? Should I come pick you up?”

The audio transmitted through the camera played through Seojin’s earphones.

They were having a conversation as if they were on a phone call, but in reality they were talking through a wiretap and home camera. To anyone watching, it would look completely natural, like they were on a regular call. But there were slight delays between their exchanges, revealing that it wasn’t actually a phone conversation.

Still, it was fine.

“No, I’m almost home. But check the drawer. I prepared a birthday present for you.”

– A present?

Taekyung opened the drawer and pulled out a small box. It was a wristwatch. He beamed with joy and immediately put it on his left wrist.

“How is it? It might be a little heavy, but is it okay?”

– Yeah, this is fine.

“I was just going to give it as a regular gift, but I installed GPS inside too, so it got a bit heavier.”

– Really? That’s great. I really like it, honey.

Taekyung smiled happily and waved his watch-wearing wrist toward the camera. Seeing this, the corners of Seojin’s mouth curved upward as well.

“Now you can never escape from me, Taekyung.”

– Same goes for you.

[The End]

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There it is, everyone. Personally that ending was wild for me lol but I love yanderes so this was an ideal ending for me. Hoped you liked the two crazies like I did!