Chapter 40

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Translator: Harry Potta
Chapter: 40
Chapter Title: Inside You
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He had finished, but that did little to quell his desire. If anything, it only stoked the flames of their mutual need.

He couldn't even remember how they'd gotten to the room.

He didn't know if they had been naked since getting out of the tub, or if he had shed his shower robe while carrying the naked Yuna in his arms.

Their memories of the journey to the room were a white blur; they hadn't left each other alone for a single moment.

Taeseo's eyes swept over Yuna. The sight of her, lying naked on his sheets, was enough to make his head spin.

Her breasts, which he had relentlessly kissed and suckled, were scattered with marks like red petals.

Lying on the white bedding, Yuna wasn't her usual pale self; she was flushed red with heat.

Shy, she covered her breasts with her hands and twisted her legs together, but her core, wet with a viscous fluid, glistened even in the moonlight.

Taeseo traced his fingertips over her center. A sticky fluid, different from water, came away on his skin. Spreading the liquid from her body over her flesh, he lowered himself over her.

He rubbed against her bare skin, warmed by the hot spring water, and parted her legs wide, settling himself between them.

His hardness pressed against her pubic bone. He rubbed his own center against her slick wetness.

“When's your period?”

“What?”

“I don't have any condoms. And there's nowhere to buy them around here.”

Normally, Taeseo was strict about contraception. So, if it wasn't possible today, the right thing to do was to stop.

And yet, a persistent desire that refused to give up consumed him.

He knew he should use protection, but truthfully, he wasn't confident he could stop even if he had to.

He knew he shouldn't, but he wanted to feel Yuna's first time completely. He wanted to know every intimate detail of what it was like inside her.

“It's due soon.”

“Then… is it okay?”

Yuna silently placed a hand on Taeseo's shoulder. It was a wordless consent.

“It might hurt. No, it will hurt. You can bite me, scratch me, whatever you need to…”

Taeseo took her hand and made her clutch his shoulder. He squeezed the back of her hand, as if telling her to hold on tight.

“Just bear with me for a moment.”

He aligned himself with the cleft of her flesh. Powering his hips, he pressed forward slowly, entering her.

Yuna's hand on his shoulder tightened. As her tension transferred to him, his own hips grew taut.

He forced himself into the impossibly tight space, patiently advancing, swallowing the curse that threatened to escape his lips.

Yuna's dark pupils widened as their eyes met. He lowered his head, kissing the skin around her eyes, and pushed his hips forward once more.

He wasn't even halfway in when a pained moan escaped Yuna's lips. Taeseo lowered his mouth and devoured it.

Would a different stimulation lessen the pain in her lower body? With that thought, he squeezed and kneaded her breast.

A little more, just a little more.

He was so close to a complete union, but she was as small on the inside as she was on the outside.

The inability to plunge into her all at once was agonizing for Taeseo.

No, it was his own restraint, holding back when he could have pushed forward, that left him feeling even more parched.

Despite his thirst, Taeseo didn't make the mistake of moving recklessly. He held Yuna's gaze.

The deeper he went, the more Yuna's brow furrowed.

He cupped her face in his hands and smoothed her furrowed brow with his thumbs.

Holding her gaze, he began to move his hips back and forth again.

Ah, ah… He could feel how his movements affected Yuna through her pained expression and the moans that spilled from her lips.

“Does it hurt a lot?”

“That, and…”

“That, and…?”

“It's a little strange. Having to align this private place with someone… It's so different from what I've seen in movies…”

Seizing the moment she relaxed, he buried himself deep inside her.

Ah! Yuna's mouth fell open, and a cry of pain, different from before, burst out.

Once he had advanced to her deepest point, a breathtaking pressure transmitted from the very tip of his flesh.

He could vaguely understand the pain Yuna was feeling.

If he let his mind slip for a second, he felt he would lose consciousness, like a man being strangled.

Taeseo hugged Yuna's body tightly. Then, he began to move slowly inside her.

Yuna, who had been rigid, began to sway slowly in time with Taeseo's movements.

She still seemed unable to adjust to the pain, but as he continued to move in and out, a slickness emerged, making their movements much smoother.

“Putting it in… isn't the end, I see.”

Taeseo chuckled lowly at her words, spoken through the pain.

“Right? It's funny, having to move like this.”

“It's not that it's funny…”

Yuna dug her nails into Taeseo's shoulder. Feeling her tremble, he continued the act of burying himself inside her.

“Not funny, but?”

“It's strange… how you're persistently rubbing that place…”

After hearing Yuna's words, his own actions suddenly felt strange to him.

“It's so strange… and so embarrassing…”

Before, it was just an act of thrusting the body to reach climax, to find pleasure. But hearing Yuna's words, he was struck anew by how intimate, how secretive an act it was—to take out a piece of flesh hidden away under clothes and rub it against someone else's.

“You're still very tense. Does it hurt a lot?”

“Yes…”

Taeseo stopped thrusting.

At that, Yuna slowly lowered her hands from his shoulders and wrapped them around his waist. Taking it as a sign not to pull out, Taeseo gently rocked their lower bodies together and asked.

“But you said it hurts.”

“It does hurt, it really does, but… it's a little strange. Even though it hurts, it tickles, and I don't want it to end…”

Taeseo smiled.

He knew better than anyone what she meant by it 'tickling even though it hurts'.

Wasn't it a similar feeling to the one just before climax, when you're thrusting so hard your hips ache, racing toward the peak of pleasure?

“That means it's okay.”

He wanted to let Yuna know that what they were doing was more than okay—that it was something she would want to do again.

Sliding a hand between their joined bodies, he touched the pleasure point at the center of Yuna's body with his finger.

As he rubbed the small, bead-like nub, Yuna shuddered as if struck by lightning and tried to push his hand away.

Even she, who had been so pliant until now, trembled uncontrollably, finding the direct stimulation hard to bear.

Refusing to yield to her attempts to remove his hand, Taeseo began to move his hips differently than before.

The sound of friction between their bodies grew louder.

The rhythmic friction quickened its pace.

The sounds continued, a mix of rhythm and chaos, until the moment she reached the peak of pleasure, and Yuna's body contracted impossibly.

The moment he felt a pressure so intense it was as if she were trying to sever and consume him, Yuna buried her face in his chest and let out a sob-like sound.

And in that instant, a startlingly strange sensation enveloped Taeseo. It really felt as if his body would be torn apart.

It was as if Yuna were devouring him. Taeseo shuddered inside her, pulling her body to him with all his strength.

Ah, ah… A strained moan, as desperate as Yuna's, erupted from Taeseo's lips.

Climax after climax. Taeseo poured himself into Yuna's body.

The baseless itch that had tormented Taeseo all this time subsided as if by magic with his release.

***

In the moonlight, Yuna's body shone white, like a doll crafted from porcelain.

Her pale breasts rose and fell. Lying on his stomach, Taeseo turned his head toward Yuna and watched her breathe.

Yuna seemed to find the sensations she had just experienced strange. She traced the red marks Taeseo had left on her skin with a finger.

“Um, but… does it get to be as good as it is in the movies?”

“You mean sex?”

“Yes.”

“That's what they say, but I'm not a woman, so I don't know how they feel.”

Yuna blinked slowly, her hands exploring her own cheeks, her breasts, her body—all the places Taeseo's lips had touched.

Did the places his lips had been feel sore? If not, then…

“Do you regret doing it with me?”

“No.”

Relieved, Taeseo asked again.

“It's your first time. Don't you feel it was a waste? According to your grandmother, I'm just some riffraff from out of town.”

He knew his question was as childish as asking ‘Was it good for you?’ after sex, but he still wanted to hear Yuna's answer.

“The thought of doing this with someone from my village is much more horrifying…”

Taeseo chuckled lowly, saying, “I suppose so.” Yuna gave a faint smile in return.

Finding her beautiful, Taeseo reached out to stroke her forehead, then leaned over to kiss her earlobe and cheek.

“But.”

Yuna's body was as lovely as porcelain, but like air bubbles on a ceramic surface, there were scars scattered across her body.

“What's this scar?”

Lowering his hand from her face to her neck, and from her neck to her collarbone, he traced the scar above her long clavicle.

“I fell…”

“You fell?”

“No, actually… My uncle hit me once and broke my collarbone. The skin tore then, and this is the scar from the stitches.”

It seemed Yuna had decided to be honest with Taeseo, with whom she had just shared such an intimate time, naked.

Taeseo reached for the inside of Yuna's elbow.

“This is the place you said you hurt when you fell before.”

On the inside of her elbow was a scar similar to the one on her collarbone. Even its raised texture felt the same.

“Then that bastard did this one too.”