TE 16

“Ah, ah, it hurts…!”

Yet even her cry of pain Tae-beom elicited no compassion. He pulled her waist back, then thrust his penis forward again.

“Hngh!”

Repeating this motion multiple times, ruthlessly opening her inner wall, mercilessly invading. With each forceful expansion, the foreign sensation penetrating deeper seemed almost inconsequential amidst the flesh-ripping pain.

“Huu.”

A low, deep breath resonated from behind.

 “Moon Seo-ha.”

“Uh, uh… ah…”

“Can you feel it?”

Taking Seo-ha’s hand, which was barely supporting the wall, Ki-Tae-beom crawled all the way in and touched her lower belly.

“It’s all the way in.”

Beneath his palm, a distinct protrusion revealed itself on Seo-ha’s hand. Having been face down when Tae-beom unfastened his belt, Seo-ha hadn’t seen the precise dimensions of his penis, but this much was certain: the outline pressing against her belly spoke of something far from ordinary.

“Ugh, uhhh… .”

Amidst his unwieldy size, he began moving recklessly within the cramped space.

The pain piercing through her body, as if impaled by a metal skewer, rendered her unable to cry out. Like a fish forcibly extracted from water, she could only part her lips, desperately inhaling and exhaling air.

All Seo-ha could do was to concentrate on breathing, bracing herself against the wall to prevent collapse.

Though Seo-ha had allowed opportunity, this man was no different from an unauthorized intruder.

Thud, thud, thud.

A malevolent presence dismantling and shattering her inner sanctum. As Ki Tae-beom began moving in earnest, a dull sound resonated like beating against walls, accompanied by pain far beyond mere initial penetration.

Seo-ha remained unaware of the slight trickle of blood mixing with fluid between her thighs. The overwhelming pain inflicted by the man dominating her body eclipsed such trivial observations.

Why, why… why such excruciating torment?

When his hands had previously touched between her legs, unfamiliarity bred fear and guilt, yet the white-hot crescendo of sensation would melt her body into liquid surrender.

But not now.

It hurt, it hurt. It hurts so much. It was painful. An unbearable pain.

Had she known this would hurt so bad, she would have never let her curiosity win.

The serpent-like figure who had once seductively invited her to taste the forbidden fruit, the knowledge of good and evil was now consuming her with as much ferocity as ever.

The one who had rescued her in the streets wandering alone was now seemed to devour her fragile flesh as payment. Stripped of any pleasure, drowning in unilateral suffering, Seo-ha felt betrayed.

“Uh, uh… ghk…”

Terrifying and violent. Even a slightest hint of gentleness or consideration did not exist.

As her waist curved, blood naturally rushed to her face. She was so immersed with the pain her emotions became uncontrollable.

“Sob, mm…”

Eventually, tears erupted.

Tae-beom’s gaze fixed exclusively on Seo-ha’s buttocks, crimson as if beaten, despite her otherwise lean frame.

Her body was so thin almost skinny but her flesh was in the right places, her breast and her hips, creating beautiful curves. As Tae-beom continued to thrust his penis back and forth, Seo-ha’s ass would wrinkle beautifully as he bumped his groin.

His penis wet, glistening and drenched in Seo-ha’s essence, disappearing and reappearing inside her.

Watching this scene, he involuntary swallowed his saliva.

A strange thirst awakened.

Typically, innocent maidens with demure, submissive faces—those dreaming of subtle transgressions—were not his type. Yet here he was, aroused by the pastor’s daughter. Even if the very thought disgusted him.

Yes, It was just like before.

During his intimate moment with Park Hee-jung, he’d caught Moon Seo-ha’s eyes watching like a cat in the night. Though she’d fled instantly, her gaze had been enough to unexpectedly trigger his climax.

This woman—at least she was pleasant to look at.

“Ah, ack! Haat! Urgh!”

He knew he should stop. His purpose was extracting information about the pastor, not this. The lesson to teach the sheltered princess about not trusting people could wait.

Damn it…

Wavy hair cascading beneath her shoulders, intermittently revealed forehead as her head tilted back, those fragile shoulders bare of flesh—Moon Seok-ho’s beautiful daughter, who seemingly existed only to generate harm. Her pain, paradoxically, intensified his carnal frenzy.

His movements accelerated—the final desperate sprint of one approaching release. But to Seo-ha, who didn’t feel a thing, his rapid, excited movements were nothing but an act of violence.

Screaming in pain but making no attempt to escape, Seo-ha twisted her waist and tried to pull away from Tae-beom. But a beast consumed by desire would never permit his prey to flee.

“Ah-black!”

As she tried lifting her body, he pressed her nape, forcing her back against the wall. Her cheeks crushed against the wall. Her voice, now hoarse, emerged as a thin, broken sound.

“Krr…”

And finally, more aroused than ever, he expelled his desire.

Tae-beom withdrew his penis out of her pale body, along with his condom filled with semen. He carelessly discarded the tied condom in the trash, leaving her trembling.

“Ha… ha…”

When he returned to the front door, Seo-ha had collapsed, her knees giving way. Her head hung low; her expression hidden.

In his post-excitement haze, he vaguely remembered her crying. Now, sobered, he felt slightly awkward. Comforting her was the last thing he wanted to do.

He grabbed her shoulder, forcing her to stand. “Ah… let me go…!” Suddenly aware, she thrashed wildly, pushing him away like confronting a monstrous creature.

Her resistance irritated him, but instead of anger, he lifted her into his arms in a hug. Having played the ruthless role, it was time to whisper sweet nothings and prevent her escape.

“Put me down! Put me down, you trash!”

“How unladylike of you to curse.”

Only after everything concluded did he gently place her on the soft sheets. “Most people hurt the first time,” he offered casually.

Seo-ha glared, her slanted eyes fixed on him, unaware how funny it is on his eyes. Mustering her fiercest expression, she demanded, “Leave. I want to rest.”

“This is my room.”

“Go anywhere!”

Even though she was weak, she still managed to swing a pillow at his face. Tae-beom accepted the blow without resistance, a strange smile playing on his lips—simultaneously perplexed and playful.

“Why do you think I brought you to the bed?” Tae-beom asked.

“Obviously to rest after… it’s done” Seo-ha began, then suddenly remembered something she’d momentarily forgotten.

“Do it on the bed!” she had said earlier.

His response had been: “I’ll do it on the bed too.”

She’d assumed it was just an offhand comment, a way to silenced her. But now Tae-beom seemed intent on following through.

“No! I won’t do it!”

Now that she knew sex wasn’t pleasurable but painful, she had no intention of repeating the experience.

“I hate being in pain. If you want to have sex, do it by yourself!”

“Can one have sex alone?” he teased, catching her words.

Her face flushed—embarrassed by her awkward phrasing and irritated by his playful tone. She was trying to be serious, and he was making jokes.

“The second time won’t hurt,” he assured her.

“How can, you be sure?”

“I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt.”

“You should have done that the first time.”

“Then….”

His gaze traveled deliberately from her eyes to her lips, her neck, her chest—slowly descending. Unconsciously, Seo-ha clutched the thick white blanket, his explicit visual exploration making her uncomfortable.

“Your body was more fantastic than I expected.”

“…”

“Like a beast, enough to make one’s eyes go wild.”

Simple, inexperienced—not just in sexual matters but in human relationships. Comforting such a woman would be easier than he thought.

“I know how your mother cried beneath me.”

Sitting on the bed, he casually hooked a finger in her white panties still draped over her calves. Though he hadn’t directly touched her, the sensation of the fabric sliding against her skin felt strangely intimate.

“She’s not my mother! We just live together, with no legal connection…”

Seo-ha’s defensive explanation stemmed from her discomfort with Tae-beom linking her with Park Hee-jung. But Tae-beom wasn’t truly listening—he was merely using their relationship as a provocative narrative device to heighten the moment’s tension.

In truth, Seo-ha was already being drawn into his manipulative narrative. Park Hee-jung had genuinely seemed to enjoy sex with Tae-beom, and that curiosity now intrigued Seoha, despite her earlier pain.

“Ah, of course…”

Tae-beom seized the moment, spreading her legs and positioning himself.

“You’re better than your mother.”

“She and I aren’t family, really…”

I grumbled inwardly, but that was all.

To a well-adjusted person, these words would have sounded insulting or shameful.

However, to Seo-ha’s ears, Tae-beom’s words sounded as sweet as a confession that he preferred her over Park Hee-jung. Unlike Seo-chan, who favored his “aunt” over her despite their blood relation, Tae-beom seemed to have chosen her over Park Hee-jung. This illusion took root in her mind.

Typically, a broken soul is incapable of rational thought.

But Tae-beom, completely unaware of Seo-ha’s fractured state, gently kissed her peach-colored knee. He casually defined Seo-ha, who fell for his honeyed words, in the simplest terms.

A foolish woman.

Tae-beom, who hid such mocking emotions, straddled Seo-ha’s thighs, making her sit halfway on his thighs, and once again aligned his condom-covered penis with her vagina.

This time, he didn’t forget to maintain his facade of kindness.

It’s fortunate that you’re so foolish, Moon Seo-ha.

It makes everything so simple to take your body.