Once Love Begins - Chapter 11. Part 1

Chapter 11. Part 1

She couldn’t understand why he was still standing there instead of leaving, as she thought he had. When she heard the door close, she assumed he had gone.

She blinked, and a tear fell from her eye. She couldn’t tell her exact mood through her tears, but she sensed it wasn’t positive as she noticed her husband’s face.

He approached her quickly and stood in front of her. He ran his hand through his hair in frustration, and the room grew chilly.

“Don’t keep it inside, talk to me. Talk to me,” he urged.

She murmured, “It’s nothing,” her lips burning with the realization that her pause indicated she could no longer control her emotions. She lowered her head further as he continued to stare at her.

“Why do you always say it’s nothing?” he questioned, his frustration evident.

Tears continued to stream down her cheeks, despite her efforts to hold them back.

“You need to tell me, so I can understand. If you keep silent, how will I know?” he pressed on, his voice tinged with frustration.

Silence followed.

“I feel like a jerk because of you. Do you think I enjoy feeling that way? It’s awful,” he continued each word feeling like a stab to her chest.

She looked down at him as he spoke. He stared into her eyes, pausing on her lips.

“That’s for people who have feelings and hope for change,” she replied.

“What?” he asked, puzzled.

“It doesn’t matter if you like me.  You’re just sometimes nice and sometimes not,” she replied, wiping her damp cheeks roughly.

“It’s the same today. Why did the sudden behavior change? You’ve never invited me to watch a movie or dine together before. It’s honestly irritating,” she said.

“Does it bother you?” he inquired.

“Then, it doesn’t bother you?” he questioned further.

He looked at her sternly, and she kept her cool to avoid crying as he tensed up, sending a chill down her back.

“My mother and my sister have been nagging me about it, so I decided to act like a good husband,” he admitted.

“…”

She kept her mouth shut.

“Why did you do it?” she asked.

She couldn’t shake the feeling that he wouldn’t have thought of it himself. She felt foolish for getting her hopes up.

“No need to pretend. I have plenty of men who would take me out to movies and enjoy delicious pasta with me,” he snapped.

“Don’t fool yourself into thinking that I still have feelings for you, or that I love you because there’s someone else I love,” she retorted.

“What did you just say?” he snapped. He stepped closer and gripped her forearm tightly, causing her to yell in pain. She held back from making any further sounds.

“So you think I would have given myself to just anyone?” she questioned.

He asked, “Do you love someone?”

“Yes. There was a man whom my grandfather disapproved of, so I ended things with him and married you,” she confessed. He remained silent, a hint of surprise flickering across his face.

“That’s it. I don’t love you anymore,” she declared, meeting his gaze defiantly.

“So stop pretending to be a good husband. 

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He looked at her as she breathed heavily, sensing that she was a poor liar, yet her words rang strangely true. Her expression seemed to confirm the sincerity behind her words. In response, he narrowed his eyes.

He wondered if she had a lover and if it could be true. He felt a mix of emotions, but he knew he had to hold his tongue to avoid saying something regrettable. The situation felt surreal, like he was being interrogated by someone much younger.

He felt angry when she ignored his calls as if she were about to hurt herself and when he saw her in a drunk state, going out all night, and bringing home men’s clothes.

It was as if he was caught in a whirlwind of childish behavior. However, in her absence, he would feel an unexplainable annoyance. What kind of emotion was this?

He couldn’t identify the reason, but he felt surprised by the idea of being loved by another man.

He had movie tickets and restaurant reservations for her, but he couldn’t understand why she seemed unhappy.

He bought the bracelet for her because he genuinely wanted to, although his mother and sister may have influenced his decision.

He looked at her wrist and wondered when she had taken it off.

She brushed her hair away, revealing the pure white nape of her neck. He couldn’t help but feel drawn to her.

He could still taste her flavor in his mouth, as if he had been savoring it all day. Even with added sweetness, it could not compare to this level of sweetness.

He resisted the temptation to bite the back of her neck at that moment. As he gazed into her dark eyes, he felt as though he could be drawn into them like a black hole.

 He involuntarily steps closer and reaches for her hand, but she turns her head away, her clear eyes contrasting with the marks of the night on her neck.

He is aware of the naughty body she hides under her innocent face.  ‘Don’t let her innocent face fool you’. He reaches out and tugs at her neck. The hand pushing against his chest is no deterrent.

He searched her face as it widened, biting his lower lip. She opened her mouth in pain, and he kissed her deeply, thrusting his tongue into her mouth across the roof of her mouth and nibbling on her throat.

She made a pained sound as she struggled to breathe. Yesterday, he discovered how comfortable she was, even if only for a moment, and he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t stop.

He completely ignored her discomfort. It didn’t matter to him. He wanted to embrace her, even if it caused her pain. He was willing to engage in loveless s*x, even if it caused her harm.

He wanted to hold her, despite the hurt it would cause them both. He didn’t care about the consequences at that moment.

She briefly opened her mouth and took a deep breath. He held onto her tired forearms and shook herself.   

“Why do I feel like you wouldn’t just forget about him? Didn’t we agree to have intimacy tonight?” he questioned.

He looked into her pained eyes and wished she felt worse. She looked at him as if he were the center of her universe. He lifted her by his shoulders, and her eyes trembled with doubt, perhaps with a hint of fear.

He carried her to the master bedroom, and she remained silent. He set her down on the bed, and her jet-black hair spread out as wide as her eyes, creating a spectacular sight.

He climbed on top of her and looked at her mesmerizing face. In a flash, she took off her clothes and threw them on the floor. 

She felt embarrassed being seen in her underwear, so she covered her br**sts and brought her legs together.

He slowly looked at the marks he made with his lips and found them more beautiful than any expensive jewelry.

The collar was swaying dangerously. He leaned down and took the nape of her neck into his mouth, the one he had been wanting to s*ck on for a while. 

He found the taste overwhelmingly sweet, causing his jaw to ache. He takes a deep breath, enjoying the sweet smell as well. He could continue biting and s*cking without noticing the passage of time. He kissed her lips again, tracing the marks he had made in every corner.

Every time he touches her, she pulls away like a bird with a broken leg. He lifts her bra, revealing a pair of perky, full br**sts. He swallowed hard.

He traced the sheer veins with his eyes. He paused at her erect n*ppl*s were a little deeper pink than usual, perhaps because he had s*cked on them yesterday.

He pressed his tongue against them, and they twitched. He gently scraped the reddened n*ppl* with her teeth. She let out an excited moan.

He straddles her body and takes off her T-shirt. Her eyes flutter with increasing intensity.

He removed his pants and underwear from the top of her body. He watched as she turned her head, and the corners of his mouth turned up.

He pulled a c*ndom from the drawer and bit his lip, running his hand over his p*n*s, which had swollen at the first smell of her.   

Cooper’s juices trickled from her v*g*n*l opening. He sat down between her legs and removed the rest of her underwear. He opened the c*nd*m with his teeth. She began to cry. 

She paused but did not stop his hand. He felt a sadistic urge to continue.  After he finished putting on the c*ndom, he ran his hands over her from head to toe.

He gritted his teeth. He felt it pull down to her lower belly. She had set aside a bucket and lifted it between her spread legs, watching the water drip from the narrow opening.

He applied the gel to his p*n*s, causing her to turn red with fear. She struggled like a deer facing a predator. 

He didn’t feel sorry for her at all. To Ha Yeon-woo, he was an animal. As he squeezes a lot of gel into her p*ssy, she jerks upright.

He gently bit her ear, hoping this was the right moment.  

“What are you doing!”

“Your p*ssy is so tight, I can’t help it. I’m putting the gel on.”

He told her to spread her legs wider and pushed her shoulders down on the bed. Her black pubic hair was glistening with gel. He could see a small v*g*n*l opening along her labia.

He applied more gel to her p*ssy.  She flailed her legs, complaining about the cold sensation, but she did not seem to notice. 

It was endearing to see her p*ssy throb with every movement of her legs, as if she were begging him to put something in it.

He positioned his erect p*n*s at her h*le and slowly pushed forward. She tensed up as he entered her.

“Uh… huh!”

He cannot describe the feeling of being inside her. She is so tight that his p*n*s is pushed back out. She moves in and out forcefully, like someone who has had enough. She cried out in pain and scratched his shoulders and back with her nails. 

“It hurts.” 

He whispered in her frozen, breathless ear repeatedly.  “Breathe.”    

He feels like his p*n*s is going to snap in half. If it hurts like this, he can’t imagine her pain. He does not regret it. He continues to kiss her, breathing into her lips as if she might faint at any moment. 

Over time, her previously weak eyes grew stronger. Sweat dripped down the back of her head and soaked her face. The reason for the eroticism is unclear. He doesn’t know why it was so erotic.

“Oh, God.” 

“Ha… Hmph! Hmph!”

He shook his head. Then, with a force he had never felt before, he pushed himself forward. She was not going to be pushed back. 

He pushed as far as possible into the protruding roots. Her inner walls screamed for release, and she clamped down on his c*ck. He moaned under his breath. 

Her body responded quickly as he raised himself to apply the gel. He applies enough lubricant to his p*n*s and her v*g*n* to dampen the bed sheets. Her v*g*n* contracts and twitches.

“Oh, shit.” 

He looked at her face. She seemed to think this was the end. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips were bleeding from biting them, and her eyes showed pain.

He doesn’t like it either. He furrowed his brow. He repeatedly moistened his lips, thirsting for relief, as he continued to penetrate her v*g*n*.