TE 15

Tae-beom’s hand firmly covered Seo-ha’s mouth, his hot breath tickling her ear. 

His serpent-like fingers slithered down her body, tugging at her pants and delving into her already-soaked panties.

Seo-ha’s arousal, left unwashed from earlier, only intensified at the memory of their previous encounter. 

Tae-beom’s skilled fingers toyed with her clitoris, pressing it alternately with his index and middle fingers, causing her breath to quicken and her body to writhe in pleasure.

Lowering his hand, Tae-beom traced a path down to her entrance, his fingers seeking out the source of her desire.

“Hmm…………………………….”

Although he had only inserted his middle finger, vaginal fluid flowed out as if a gap had formed in the blocked entrance, wetting his fingers.

“You’re so wet.”

When Tae-beom stated this blunt observation while looking at his glistening fingers, his expression neutral, Seo-ha’s face burned crimson.

Finding amusement in how she managed to look disgruntled even while aroused, Tae-beom finally granted freedom to her lips that he had been blocking.

“I’ll go wash myself first and then…!”

“It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not!”

Despite Seo-ha’s angry outburst, Tae-beom showed no sign of backing down. When he moved to remove her knit top, she refused to raise her arms in cooperation. He responded to this pitiful resistance with casual indifference.

“Would you prefer to do this with just your lower half exposed?”

He seemed entirely capable of following through with that threat. Seo-ha, her face flushed and nearly tearful, pleaded with him.

“I… I smell…”

Of course, it was a futile appeal.

Having finally stripped away her top despite her weak resistance, Tae-beom pushed her bra upward. As her rounded breasts sprang free beneath the displaced bra, he unhesitatingly devoured the tempting flesh.

“Wh-why there…!”

To Seo-ha, everything Tae-beom did to her body was shocking.

He touched places she’d only ever touched while showering, and now he was sucking and kissing them.

“Ah… nn… this feeling is… strange.

Seo-ha discovered for the first time how sensitive her breasts were, especially their protruding peaks. When his tongue stroked her nipple, then soothed it with its slick underside, the ticklish sensation made her head fall back.

She felt the acute awareness of her nipples hardening, her toes and fingers curling involuntarily. With her pants puddled around her ankles and underwear caught at her knees, Seo-ha pressed fully against the wall as she surrendered to Tae-beom’s caresses.

Her breathing grew increasingly ragged amidst the sensual sounds. 

The guilt of committing a forbidden act no longer registered.

She just wanted to surrender herself completely.

She should shower…

Father would worry if she didn’t come home…

How did this man know she had left home…

These rational thoughts gradually faded into the haze of the strange sensations Tae-beom was creating. Nothing else seemed to matter anymore.

Everything… whatever happened now felt inconsequential.

In the embrace of this man, his face buried against her chest, she wanted to let go of all the worries and fears that had dominated her mind.

Seo-ha’s fingers gradually tightened on Tae-beom’s shoulders, creating wrinkles in his black jacket where her delicate fingers pressed. 

With a soft sound, his lips released her moistened flesh, leaving a glistening thread of saliva connecting them. Though Seo-ha’s face couldn’t possibly grow any redder, she felt another wave of heat rise to her cheeks.

Having come this far of her own accord, she had no intention of playing the innocent maiden. She reached up to cup Tae-beom’s face between her hands – a gesture that require courage, though his expression remained unchanged at her touch.

Despite feeling her facial muscles tense with nervousness, she squeezed her eyes shut and leaned in toward his face. But instead of meeting the soft warmth of his lips, she encountered something else – firmer than lips, neither completely hard nor truly soft.

Opening her eyes, Seo-ha narrowed them at Tae-beom’s hand blocking her kiss. “Why won’t you kiss me?”

“We’re doing something better than that,” he replied.

“Ah…!”

Tae-beom, who had turned Seo-ha around in an instant, grabbed her pelvis. Seo-ha naturally leaned against the wall with her waist bent and her butt sticking out.

“The… the bed! Let’s move to the bed!”

“Alright.”

“Don’t just say you understand…!”

“I’ll do it there too.”

Everything was different from what Seo-ha had imagined. Being pushed against the wall and caressed the moment they entered the hotel room, having her clothes stripped away, being taken right there – she had steeled herself for such possibilities. 

Yet despite her mental preparation, she couldn’t help but feel tense. Her muscles froze, and her mind seemed to solidify, leaving her unable to think.

Soon, Seo-ha heard the sound of a buckle being unfastened and a sound, like a plastic packet being ripped open.

The sensation of human skin through the thin plastic made her heart race with fear.

It was just a touch on her butt, but it felt different than when her hand was openly stirring her vagina.

“Get a hold of yourself, Moon Seo-ha.”

Tae-beom had apparently noticed her state. But rather than gentle words of comfort, his tone carried a distinct coldness.

Seo-ha had no intention of backing out now, but she couldn’t help her nervous state. If only she could control her feelings as easily as she wished – but emotions weren’t something that could be managed through mere effort.

“I… I want to do this, but… just… go slowly, please!”

Though her breathing was unsteady from tension rather than excitement, Seo-ha tried her best to hide her fear. She couldn’t tell how Tae-beom reacted to her attempt at bravery while her muscles remained rigid.

Even if she had been face-to-face with him, reading his emotions would have been impossible. Tae-beom was skilled at concealing his emotions.

Setting aside their hateful, personal history, she was pathetic in his eyes. Apart from her striking beauty that bore no resemblance to Pastor Moon Seokho, she had no redeeming qualities.

And now she was being troublesome even during sex.

A sheltered princess whose only life hardship was a difficult relationship with her stepmother, who wanted to escape her palatial home and rebel, full of fear yet curiosity.

Too pampered to understand real misfortune.

Perhaps it would be better to coax and comfort this childish princess.

“Though it’s not my preference, if this is what you like…”

“W-wait! Just… ah…!”

“I’ll accommodate you.”

The problem was, he didn’t want to.

Tae-beom thrust his penis inside her before she could even process what was happening, causing her to cry out in pain.

“Ouch! Ugh, slut, slow…” she cried out but he paid no attention.

She tried to push him away, gasping for air as he moved deeper into her already-soaked vagina.

“Haa…. Slowly…”

It felt like someone was squeezing her insides. Only the glans had entered, but the tightness was almost unbearable for her.

Though he had prepared her thoroughly, her tightness wasn’t due to insufficient foreplay. Was this normal for all first-timers? Or was it Seo-ha’s unusual tension causing her to clench?

“No, I can’t! Take it out…!”

“What?”

“Please, take it out!”

What nonsense was she spouting now?

One approach to winning Moon Seo-ha’s heart would be to demonstrate gentlemanly behavior by backing away now. But Tae-beom found himself drawn to more than just the physical sensation of her tightness – he was captivated by this moment, this situation.

Specifically, he savored her tension, her fear, her resistance. This was his opportunity to dominate this naive woman, ignorant of the world’s true dangers, who sought to escape her father’s protective embrace.

Tae-beom looked at Seo-ha’s red earlobes and pulled her waist with enough force to slightly dent the body just below her glans.

“Ugh, ugh…!”

With a muffled grunt, she tried to stifle the pain that seemed to strangle her throat.

Ignoring her discomfort, Tae-beom continues to thrust his penis inside her. If he kept thrusting, he would eventually be able to put enough in to satisfy her.

“Mr. Tae-beom…”

Seo-ha turned her head with a whimper.

“…”

“…”

Their eyes met.

Hers were filled with indignation, but even more so with pain and fear.

“Please…”

Her eyes held the humiliation of someone who had set aside their pride.

Seo-ha’s entire face was flushed an intense red, beyond any need for distinction. Her delicate eyelids fluttered, lashes growing damp.

“It… it hurts…”

Her tear-filled voice pleaded with Tae-beom. Her eyes, on the verge of spilling over, shone with particular brightness.

His stomach churned.

“Please… take it out…”

Why did he feel nauseous when he hadn’t eaten anything?

Was he suddenly disgusted by the thought of having sex with Moon Seokho’s daughter?

“Or just… keep it this much… please?”

When faced with the subtle revulsion he felt looking at Seo-ha’s face, Tae-beom chose to bury, avoid, and ignore it.

“Ugh!”

He pushed the back of her head down to make her face the floor again, withdrew his hips, then thrust back in like a hammer strike.

“Ah, it hurts…!”

“It’s fine.”

“Wait, sl-slower! Ah…!”

“I was hurt too.”

Tae-beom whispered softly to Seo-ha, who was already too consumed by pain to hear his words.

Someday, he wanted to show her.

To her, whose greatest pain in life has been her first secret tryst against her father’s wishes.

Just how deeply her  father had driven others’ lives into hell.

How agonizing it was to live a life where existence itself was suffering.

Even the precious daughter he claimed to cherish more than his own eyes should learn something of this.

She, who had been placed upon a pedestal of ignorance, deserved to know the monster that lurked beneath his facade of devotion.