“Huuh, ngh―!”

How many days has it been now...? Seoryeong found her own moan, roughened with a metallic rasp, strange to her ears.

She blinked through her hazy vision and first caught sight of the same chandelier, the red carpet, and then his face. Only after that did she realize her body was still rocking.

The heat surging between her legs was no different from yesterday. The ceaseless thrusting cock made her inner walls convulse as if wrung tight.

Seoryeong stared up at him in alarm. Their lower bellies were pressed flush together, just as they had been before she’d blacked out.

“Instructor... ngh...! What day is it...”

She didn’t even know when she had lost consciousness. Each time she closed her eyes and opened them again, her lips were being bitten, and from above came a flood of drawn-out moans.

She had been lying on the table, had been seized by the waist and made to sit astride his thighs, had her nipples crushed against a cold wall while only her hips were thrust forward. Fragmented memories without end.

And whenever her gaze dropped, the bright red congestion of his cock jarred her. Not just her nape—there were countless spots on her body that ached and burned.

What time is it even now? The tightly sealed blackout curtains made it impossible to tell day from night.

I need to... at least exchange proper words with this madman.... Seoryeong licked at her cracked lips and shifted feebly.

“Instructor... sir... ngh...”

“You’re awake.”

The thing that had just slipped out drove back in without pause. He buried his mouth in her neck and rocked his hips violently.

Thud, thud—the harsh sound locked their bodies together. What had begun as sex in a daze seemed, perversely, to grow sharper with time. Or was that just her illusion?

Even at a glance, the sofa and table were already soiled. Before she knew it she was lying on the plush carpet, taking his thick cock, her knees trembling.

“Stop... What day... what day is it today...”

“Half a day, maybe.”

“Don’t lie... Every time you open your mouth it’s a lie...”

“To be honest, I’m not sure either.”

“How can this be only half a day...”

“Why, to me it feels like not even thirty minutes.”

“Enough already, just stop...―!”

“Want water?”

“...Yeah...”

She frowned and nodded. At once came a clatter, and then Lee Wooshin seized her chin and turned her head.

As his lips traced hers, lukewarm water trickled straight down into her mouth. Seoryeong clung with her tongue and sucked greedily as if it were ambrosia. Still her throat burned and tore with dryness. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Wooshin took another gulp himself, then poured it into her mouth. He deliberately parted her lips, shoved his tongue in first, stirred her hot mouth roughly, and only then pulled away, leaving her jawline wet.

“Haa...”

Her entrance, forced open for days, wouldn’t close. Even without anything pushed inside, sticky fluid seeped easily out. And when Wooshin shoved in his fingers to rub her walls, white crusted remnants clung and came out. Seoryeong sagged and muttered.

“Just... let me go now...”

“Don’t strain your throat. You’ll tear it.”

Each time she tried to pull her hips back, he pinned her down with brute force. His thick, pulsing cock mashed her walls again and again. Now her tailbone throbbed, and below her waist she felt nothing. Her body only rocked passively, fear prickling cold in the numbness.

Yet still his hardness spread her entrance taut, and she bit her lip against the burning stimulus. Her soaked ass slapped lewdly with every thrust, splashing, obscene.

“Nngh, damn...! Just...!”

Her cracked, ragged voice flared in complaint, and Wooshin shoved his tongue into her mouth. Saliva mixed, blocking her breath.

Whether this sex was impulse or some wretched longing, once she had yielded her body, Wooshin was relentless as an endless tide. As promised, he occasionally lost his reason, sometimes rambling about babies out of nowhere, sometimes muttering Kiya’s name.

Seeing him rut with the force to shove even his balls inside, she finally screamed in anguish.

“Lee Wooshin―!”

At her shout, the cock sealing her tight stopped short. He had been pummeling her insides as if to drive them up, but now he bent to find her lips.

“You liar! Smooth-talking pimp bastard! You said you’d restrain yourself! Said you’d protect me! My thighs feel like they’ve been crushed under a truck right now—how the hell is this protecting me?!”

As she spat the words, heat stung her eyes.

“You swore you’d never hurt me again, told me if I couldn’t trust you then to see with my own eyes first! And this is the result? Was your promise of protection actually meant for your sperm?!”

She kicked at his inner thigh, and Wooshin froze, his dry lips twitching.

“Do you actually want to knock me up with some bastard child?”

“......”

“So that was your goal in Russia...!”

“No. It’s my personal goal.”

“Wh—!”

“Don’t you see? I’m guarding it thoroughly. I don’t care how the political situation at home turns out, but what goes inside Han Seoryeong’s pussy is my jurisdiction, so I’m making full use of my specialty, standing guard night and day.”

“......”

“You’re the one who got in the bath with Kiya.”

With a vicious frown, Wooshin dragged Seoryeong up onto his thighs. His sinister voice accompanied a brutal thrust. His stiff cock ground against her tight, slippery walls.

He clutched her body flush, drove in to the hilt. The depth made her faint all over again.

“Nnngh...! It would’ve been better if it was just a one-night stand, just that much―”

She could have called it a mistake, brushed it off....

“One-night stand?”

Even as he chewed at her shoulder, his hips never stopped.

“Seoryeong, who fucks for three days and nights straight for a one-night stand?”

“...Three days? You did know the time!”

“This isn’t a one-night stand. This is the honeymoon we never finished that day.”

“You fraud! Let me go...!”

“If I let you go, you’ll run back to that Kiya bastard?”

Without tiring, Wooshin pounded her mercilessly, driving his glans into the farthest heights. The sensations stormed so sharply she saw stars. As she reeled, he gripped the back of her head, forcing her eyes only on him.

“I’ll make you feel better. I’m better at this than anyone.”

His cock pulled out deep, then slid back in slow. With every rise and fall, their hips ground tight. Wet flesh smacked, sloshed, like waves crashing against the shore in her ears.

My stomach must be torn open.... Even thinking that, Seoryeong clenched around him. Wooshin flinched, hugged her tighter, and drove upward.

“Don’t leave. No—just don’t push me away.”

“Ah, ah, ngh...!”

Her lower belly quivered, painful pleasure stabbing through her skull.

“You’re my first and my last. Where could you go?”

Huh? Who leaves behind a broken-dick husband.... He licked and sucked at the bite marks he’d left on her shoulder, pleading.

The rougher he moved, the more her upper body shook, white breasts bouncing wildly. Her nipples, already raw and red from biting, rubbed crushed against his firm chest. Even gasping, he never slowed his pistoning.

“Haven’t you missed me all this time?”

Seoryeong’s lashes trembled.

At those words, a shuddering pleasure like grief surged from her toes upward. The hard knot built up in her chest melted bit by bit in rising flame. Her heart pounded like fire, her mind short-circuited.

She grabbed his jaw, pried his mouth open. Instantly their lips crashed.

Nngh, huuuh... In their desperate kiss, her lips slipped askew every time their tongues tangled. Her tongue plunged in, tangling wetly with his, saliva dripping. The sounds grew raw, and soon they were biting each other.

First and last... first and last...

In her dazed head, those words only echoed. Twisting her neck, she wrapped her legs around his waist.

Their stomachs meshed tight, his glans—thicker than ever—slammed her ceiling mercilessly. Yet another round began.

***

Ugh... hurts... it hurts... Half-conscious, her swollen eyelids kept sinking shut.

When her vision flashed clear for a moment, she found herself in # Nоvеlight # a bedroom she’d never seen before.

A hotel-style bedframe, flowing soft sheets, a few elegant cabinets—otherwise a wide, empty room. The bedding beside her was left messy and vacant.

“......”

Reaching out, Seoryeong felt warmth—someone had lain there. But the moment she moved, an indescribable ache swept her body.

“Ugh...!”

What time is it? No, how many days have passed? Her mind froze white. As she blinked, the parade of sex reeled like a deathbed montage, draining her blood.

Keeping pace with Lee Wooshin, who had downed a whole bowl of aphrodisiacs, felt like it had chewed through bones and cartilage she’d need for the next several years.

Truly, she had made a terrible mistake....