Once Love Begins - Chapter 13. Part 2

Chapter 13. Part 2

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He pushed up her bra and squeezed her firm br**sts in his hands.

Yes, that was the feeling. Firm, yet firm. It was a br**st he’d bitten, s*cked and licked enough times to know what it looked like without taking her bra off.

He noticed that even a slight pressure would leave marks on her pristine white br**sts. He also observed the pink n*ppl*s at the center of her br**sts and the surrounding areolas, which were so immaculate that it made him feel uneasy. 

He enjoyed the fruit. He felt a sweet vibration in his body. He kissed the back of her neck. She trembled but didn’t resist.

He is torn between regretting his decision to do so and regretting his decision not to do so. He has no self-control. Despite knowing that she was inexperienced, he had s*x with her four times before and was hesitant to do so again, but there was no reason why he couldn’t.

He saw her talking affectionately with another man right in front of him. He quickly looked away, remembering the man who had walked her home.

Kim Joo-chan is the son of Rep. Kim, a potential presidential candidate.

He l*cked her n*ppl*s that had turned bright red. The erect n*ppl*s were so cute.

He noticed a small dot on her right areola. When he poked at it with his tongue, she let out a wild moan.  He lifted her upper body and looked down at her as she lay on the bed.

He sighs when he sees her yellow pajama pants with a chick on them.  She is young, but not immature.  

The sight of her pure white skin gives him a sadistic urge to smash it.

He removes her pants and the last of her underwear, causing her to shiver. He has a clear view of everything.

He smells Ha-yeon-woo’s scent and sees the muzzle bobbing up and down. She spreads her legs and lowers her head. Her p*ssy is indescribably erotic up close. 

He couldn’t imagine having a body like this under an innocent face. Just looking at it made him feel aroused. Her hole was tight, and it contracted slightly. 

He is aware of how the tight opening constricts around his p*n*s. His p*n*s stood erect until they ached as he remembered the chewing inner walls that threatened to break them.

Today, he decided to slide it in gently, pressing his lips to her v*g*n*l hole as he felt her body stiffen.

He l*cked the juices flowing down his tongue. Then he thrust it back into her v*g*na, causing her legs to flail weakly.

He paused. He felt sorry for her. He also noticed how attractive she looked.

He ran his hands down her as$ and spread it wide, giving him a clearer view of her v*g*nal hole.

He lifted her pubic hair, revealing her reddened clit. Saliva pooled in his mouth as he s*cked on it, causing her to almost sob. He sighed at the thought of her crying before he even started.

Her eyes sank deeply. 

“Please don’t cry. It feels like you’re doing something wrong.”

He did not feel sorry for himself. Dealing with a crying woman was strange to him. He was clueless about how to handle women’s tears, having witnessed his mother cry every day after his father’s departure during his childhood. 

However, Ha Yeon-woo is a bit different.  When he sees her crying with red eyes, he feels irritated, but then he feels a sadism that he has hidden deep in his heart.

What would she look like if she cried so hard that it took her breath away? He wants to destroy every inch of her n*ked body, which is whiter than snow.

He doesn’t think of him as a child anymore. She can’t be a child. She squeezed her vagina so tightly that he thought she was going to uproot his tongue, and her juices dripped down her lips as he lapped at her inner walls.

It dripped down his chin and onto the bed, making him feel like he was going to die. He s*cked hard on the hole, trying not to let any of the waste escape.  

He buries his face in his hands, trying to remember her flushed face. She was becoming aroused by the realization that she was the only one who could see it.

He drools as he wraps his hand around his throbbing p*n*s and slowly moves it up and down.

He m*st*rbated while his lips closed over hers. She moaned sweetly, unaware of what he was doing, as his p*n*s swelled.

She wriggled in his hand like a living, breathing thing, that’s all. She released her fluids as if she were urinating.

Determined not to spill a single drop, he gulped and swallowed all of her juices. It was satisfying.

He assumed she was a natural. She told him that she slept with men but wasn’t used to them.

He stared at her v*g*na.   

Tsk, tsk, tsk. A small hole opened and closed as his c*ck throbbed, no longer satisfied with his hand.

He is unable to think of anything except getting inside her as soon as possible.

He wants to f*ck her as soon as possible, but he is struggling to control himself. He witnessed her collapse in front of him.

He witnessed how easily a person can fall, so he cannot f*ck her as much as he wants to. He wants to scream and f*ck her until he loses his voice, but he can’t control his intense desire like a teenage boy. 

He felt sorry for himself. He explored her clitoris with his nose and tongue.

He pushed her labia wide open and slid two fingers into her v*g*na.

“Hmph! Aaah!”

She shakes her head. Her back aches. Her eyes water as she struggles to breathe. She raises her upper body and throws one of the legs that kept trying to escape over his shoulder.

He quickly flicked her wrist.

“Stop!” she pleaded, begging him to stop, but he couldn’t. He continued to caress her whole body for a long time.

He twisted his finger to check the inner wall, and it seemed to have loosened. He positioned himself between her thighs and rubbed his p*n*s against her v*g*nal opening, staring into her face.

She winced, resisting the sensation. He lightly dipped the liquid, but inhaling made him push his hips forward. The feeling was so good and different from his hand that he could already feel it growing cold.

He gritted his teeth and took a deep breath.  

She covered her face with her hands and went limp. He narrowed his eyes and clenched his fingers.

He inserted his p*n*s, looking directly at her. She appeared to be in pain. He slowly withdrew.

“Not quite there yet,” he said.

He placed her slender leg over each of his shoulders. Her mouth twitched at the corners as her eyes widened like a frightened lamb. Then, she gulped nervously.

“Now, wait! Hmph!”

She couldn’t stop her from screaming. If she doesn’t reach orgasm, it may become more difficult for her, but she may not be aware of this. As a result, she flails her legs and backs away.

Her legs are hanging over his shoulders, so she can’t run away.  He tightly holds her thighs and buries his lips deeply. He l*cks her throbbing v*g*na.

When he slips his finger in, she clenches as if she has been waiting for it. She chews on his finger as if she is going to break it.  

“Take it easy. You’re only hurting yourself.”

“.…..”    

He observes as she swallows dryly and wets her chapped lips with her tongue. He reassures her, “I’m not pressuring you.”

“…….”

He lifted his eyes and looked at her. He paused a few times to catch his breath as if it were hard to speak.

“I don’t know how I’m supposed to relax,” she said.

She looks extremely embarrassed, but she says what she needs to say.

She told him to shut up, stuck his tongue into her v*g*na and flicked it around.

He didn’t dislike the sour taste. It was an amazing aphrodisiac, and his mental circuitry was disrupted. His tongue felt as though it might be pulled out.

If his tongue could feel so tight, what would his c*ck feel like? He twisted his lips as he realized he would find out as soon as he slipped it in.

She could not give up something that felt so good that it could melt her brain. She made a moan as her pupils dilated. 

“Please, please… just put it in.” He can’t resist her begging.

The hole was still too narrow to hold his c*ck. He lubricated his p*n*s with gel and lubricated her v*g*nal opening with gel as well before slowly inserting it.

He felt the heat of her inner walls on his now more sensitive p*n*s. He gritted his teeth and caught his breath, moving his hips a little faster while watching her expression. 

He whispered in her ear. She struggled to open her eyes. 

“Open your eyes and look at me.” She was shaking her head. Her hands clenched desperately downward.

His hips stop moving. She opens her eyes. Her big eyes are wide with heat. He slightly moves his hips, and her face becomes more and more distorted. 

“Ahh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh!”

He released his mental grip and began to thrust into her hole. He tried to be gentle, ensuring that he did not cause her any pain. However, he was unsure if she was struggling or if she was simply tightening her muscles in pleasure.

His eyes turned white as he felt her v*g*nal walls tightening.

He turned her body abruptly and lifted her as$ as high as he could. Then he thrust right into her womb.

He increased his speed and thrust harder. His back muscles danced and flexed. He was unable to moan or speak. 

She sank her teeth into his shoulder and shook her hips like a dog in heat. The p*n*s inside her became even harder. His hands clenched painfully on her mangled br**st.

He entered her v*g*na at once, panting and writhing. His p*n*s throbbed inside her. He held her tightly as she lay on the bed. Her body slumped against his.

He planted gentle kisses on her neck and shoulders until she calmed down. Then he withdrew his p*n*s from her, and he let out a deep breath.

As he lay beside her, her thighs buckled under the strain of the trickling semen. He hugged her tightly as she panicked, her breathing tinged with sobs.

He looked down at her face. Her eyes, as black as ink, moved back and forth, and her lips were pursed.

“Why?” he asked.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his palm. He fidgeted awkwardly. He appeared unaware of how irritating his behavior was.

“Did you not use c*ndoms?” she asked.

“…….”

“Did you use c*ndom?” She asked again, her lips pressed tightly together, on the brink of tears.

“We discussed it earlier, and I’m serious,” she widened her eyes, growing more anxious by the moment.

“I haven’t even finished school yet, and I’m not ready to have a baby.”

“Well, we’re married, and having a baby isn’t a big deal. I want one,” he insisted.

“That’s…”

“I’ve mentioned several times that we should try, and how worried you’ll be if we don’t have a baby. If we’re going to have one eventually, we might as well start soon,” he stated, staring at her as she bit her lip until it bled.

“I… well, I’m not sure.”

He ran his hands down her sweaty body. He cupped his hands under her br**sts and licked the n*ppl*s in his mouth.

He brought them together in the center and s*cked hard on the left and right n*ppl*s. She made a face to see if the crushed n*ppl*s hurt.

“If you don’t know, do as I say,” he said.

Even the salty taste was delicious, and he l*cked every inch of her body.

She presses her lips against his, and they kiss for a long time. Eventually, she grows tired and opens her eyes to see him looking at her. 

“I don’t want to have a baby.”  

As she slept, he snorted and stared at her. To keep warm, she snuggled into his arms. He covered her with a blanket before getting up and getting a towel from the bathroom.

She pouted her bright red lips as he lifted the blanket and wiped between her legs.  He looks at her, p*ssy, sleepy, and twitching, spitting out the cum he’s packed inside, and he can’t wait to thrust into her again.

He shook his head and left the living room.

“Huh-“

He took a cold shower and went into his study. He wasn’t done yet. He hadn’t gotten to work yet. Besides, after holding Ha Yeon-woo for so long, he’d probably have to work until dawn. 

His tablet is not visible. He tapped his fingertips on the desk.    Suddenly, he remembered the song she had been singing in the kitchen while swaying her hips gently.

He doesn’t know why that image popped into his head. He wonders who spread it in the first place. The tapping sound gradually increased in speed. 

‘Could it be Hee-young?’

‘Nope, Hee-young also had a previous lover. If she had feelings for me, she would have confessed by now, considering their long history together.’ 

There is something in her eyes that sometimes makes him feel uncomfortable, but it’s not Hee-young, she wouldn’t have been foolish enough to spread a rumor, knowing it would eventually come back to haunt her.

He thought about the rumor and remembered what her friend had said in the hospital room. The rumor was about Ha Yeon-woo. He needed to find out what was going on.

If trouble is coming, convincing her to leave school might not be a bad move. If she is determined to stay married, starting a family could be a solution that smooths out the wrinkles in their relationship.

Marriages can last without love, like his father’s, so having a child might be okay. He hesitated before reaching for his cigarette, knowing she hated the smell of smoke.

“…….”   

He crumpled the pack and threw it away. He had a box of over a hundred condoms. She sat back in her chair, leaned her head back, and closed her eyes.

Recently, a rumor surfaced that caused it to reach a breaking point. The relationship between him and his father was always tense. His father persistently called him, urging him to close his own business and join his company. Ignoring the calls redirected the frustration toward his mother, who sounded like she was enduring a verbal assault.

He wanted his mother to divorce his father, but she showed no signs of doing so. Marriages rarely seemed happy anyway, so he thought a contractual marriage like Ha Yeon-woo’s and his own might be enough. Maybe they should revise the contract again. It’s best to leave love untouched.

He looked at the cigarette on his desk and grimaced. Suddenly, he was overwhelmed by the urge to smoke.