Once Love Begins - Chapter 13. Part 3

Chapter 13. Part 3

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“Ugh……. Ugh.”

She wiggled her toes and winced as a sharp pain shot up her inner thigh. Her entire body ached. She opened her eyes with effort, likely swollen from crying herself to sleep the night before. Her vision was blurry and sluggish.

She felt an arm tighten around her waist and sighed in annoyance as she lowered her head to see an arm adorned with prominent veins and faint, bluish kiss marks. Annoyed, she lowered her head, and unnecessary heat rose to her cheeks.

She felt something tickling between her legs.

She remembered the night before, her mind racing. Her body had responded eagerly as their lips met in a passionate embrace.

Later, she moved her hips on her own, which made her feel ashamed.

His steady breathing indicated that he was still asleep. Slowly, she removed his arm from around her. His words from the day before suddenly came back to her.

‘This is ridiculous. It’s even uncomfortable to get out of bed with him.’

She did not want to have children with him. Although she knew he wanted kids, she did not share the same desire.

She tried to get out of bed but found herself trapped around the waist. She looked at him and saw that he was still asleep and holding onto her tightly with his eyes closed.   She let out a small sigh and carefully removed his arm from around her waist. Then she sat up and smoothed out her tousled hair.

Examining her body, she noticed various marks and colors—pink, red, black, and pale blue—scattered across her arms, abdomen, thighs, and ankles, not to mention the area around her br**st.

Each mark told a story, creating a canvas of memories. She glanced at him, seeing the evidence of their intimate moments adorning her body. She realized that her body was not just a blank page, but a vivid portrayal of their shared experiences.

His sleeping face looks like that of someone between a boy and a man.  She has known him since childhood, and he embodies the image of a schoolboy: polite and well-mannered. 

Does anyone realize that he is a tyrant in bed? A brute, a beast when he’s in bed?

“…….”

Thoughts of his ex-lover, Hee-Young, creep into her mind, causing her spirits to drop. She knows he is skilled at deceiving her, even though he claims they are just friends. Maybe it’s time to confront him about their relationship and stop hiding the truth.

She has no desire to have a child with him and resolves to start taking birth control pills. While she knows it may not be the healthiest option for her, it’s preferable to an unwanted pregnancy.

She recalls hearing that starting the pill early increases its effectiveness, and she decides to lie about visiting a friend in order to secretly visit the gynecologist.

She is sore as if she has been beaten up by how hard she pushed herself yesterday. Her muscles are screaming as if she has never used them before. A warm soak would help, but she doesn’t have time for that. 

As she stood up, someone grabbed her arm. She was startled and ready to scream, but then she felt something soft against her.

She opened her eyes and realized she was in the same position as before. He held her tightly from behind and pressed his lips against her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

“Go back to sleep,” he murmured. His voice was deep and groggy as if he had just woken up. His words made her shiver with a mixture of fear and vulnerability. Her pride stung.

“I can’t fall asleep,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

She struggled to let go. Suddenly, something poked her in the as$. Her shoulders tensed up. He rubbed her as$ with his hardened p*n*s, telling her to go to sleep. She bit her lip.

“Don’t, don’t, don’t. Ugh!”

He grabbed her right thigh and spread it slightly, his fingers probing her p*ssy as if he were examining it. He sighed, and his hot breath settled on the back of her neck.

“I’m not going to put it in.”

Thank God. If it had, she would be in the hospital and out of bed until tomorrow.

A thick, long, hard p*nis was rubbing in her p*ssy.

She tried to spread her legs, but he pushed down so hard that she couldn’t move. Every time he moved his hips, his hard p*nis rubbed against her labia and clit.

“I’m not going to put it in,” he whispers, telling her not to worry.

She shakes her head, speechless. It’s not in, but it’s close.

The surface of the p*nis rubbed against her swollen, red p*ssy, moving back and forth, and she felt the flesh of her p*ssy stretch and slide into place.

It was a much more erotic sensation than l*cking.

He rubbed his fingernails over her n*ppl*s, increasing the stimulation. His hips were thrusting harder and harder. The harder he thrust, the more her entire body’s nerves rushed to her clit.

‘Please, please stop’ she thought as his hardened p*nis moved faster and faster. She shuddered in fear, thinking her swollen clit would tear.

Every cell in her body stirred, coursing through her veins. The heat was overwhelming. Her clitoris, labia, and v*g*nal opening were stimulated by the frustratingly slow-moving p*nis.

All she can do is bite her pillow. Her thighs became tired. Suddenly, the slow-moving p*nis seemed to be moving faster and faster, and suddenly it was pushing into her v*g*na.

She was so startled that she stopped moving and breathing. The p*nis that had penetrated her all the way stretched and spat out a hot stream. A small moan escaped her mouth.

Her stomach filled with heat. She blinked in disbelief. 

“I’m sorry,” he said

“….”

“I couldn’t control myself.” The p*nis slipped out.

“The last time you came in, you were uncontrollable.” She sat up and glared at him.

The way his eyes narrowed, as if he had done nothing wrong, made her cringe. 

“You’re lying!” She stumbled out of bed, wobbling heavily but not falling. She staggered into the bathroom.

She didn’t feel relief until she washed her hair. The more she dwelled on it, the more she felt a sense of injustice and anger. 

What kind of excuse was that when she didn’t even want it in the first place, and it happened right before she finished? She winced, feeling the cum running down her thigh. 

No matter how much she wiped, it kept flowing. Eventually, she had to squat down.

She squatted down, her slightly gaping v*g*nal hole spewing a glob of cum onto the floor. Narrowing her eyes, she held the showerhead under her.

“What are you doing?”

“Bam!”

He was standing in the bathroom doorway as if he had been there all along.

“What, what!”

His piercing eyes stared at the sperm on the floor. His brow furrowed in anger as he walked over and stood in front of her. She wanted to get up, but her legs were weak, and she couldn’t. Instead, she tilted her head to look at him. 

“I gave you a hard time, and you’re going to take it off?”

“…….”

“How dare you, Where did you learn that?” he growls, and she doesn’t know why he’s angry.

“Get up.” 

She tugs on his biceps and pulls her to his feet. At the same time, he pushes her body against the wall. She turns her head, pinned against the wall, and he spreads her as$.

“What, what, ewww!”

Her eyes widened to tears. His p*nis pushed in slowly. Her nails scratch the wall. Her hands slip and fall, and he grabs her hard around the waist, pulling her back as far as he can, then in.

Before she can push him away, his p*nis is inside her, thrusting in and out. He pushes her back and nips painfully at her ear.  

“I’ll put it back in.”

“No… uh…”

“‘Take it out again. Then I’ll put it back in, and we’ll see who wins.”

He bites her shoulder, warning her. Her eyes go white from the madness of the piston v*g*na.

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The next day she woke up in bed, she must have passed out on the couch last night.  He cummed again, and he cummed again, and again, and again. 

She still feels like her belly is full of his cum. She gently squeezes her lower abdomen, and a stream of watery fluid flows through her wet v*g*na.  

She should have gone to the gynecologist yesterday, but she didn’t because she passed out, so she quickly bathed and dressed, thinking she’d go today.

“Are you awake?” he asked her, but instead of answering, she grunted like an animal. She wanted to bite his curling lip, but he was the one biting her whole body.

Every time she walked, her p*ssy hurt as if it had been cut. It was strange that it didn’t hurt to bite and s*ck like that. 

“Where are you going?” he asked as she put on her coat and grabbed her bag to find him in the living room, dressed in a suit as if he were going to work.

“I’m meeting a friend,” she replied.

“I’ll drive you,” he insisted.

“No, thank you.”

“I insist,” he said firmly.

He grabbed her bag and walked off. She nodded along, not wanting to arouse suspicion, since she had planned to go to the gynecologist.

Ignoring her plea, he drove straight to the school and parked in front of the building.

“Where are we?” she inquired.

“I’m taking you out to eat. You haven’t had a meal since yesterday,” he replied.

Her ears pricked up as she remembered that she hadn’t eaten anything. The back of her ear throbbed from the way he had bitten it the day before.

“Call your friend. Let them know you’ll be a bit late. Or invite them over. I’ll treat them to a meal,” he suggested.

“No, thank you,” she declined.

He only had one cell phone number, the one she had given him the last time he treated her to a meal. She felt a pang of fear as his eyes narrowed, sensing her unease at potentially being caught in a lie.

“Come inside with me. I’m hungry,” he insisted as he exited the car.

“But aren’t you heading to work?” she asked.

“I am,” he confirmed.

She stepped into the elevator, feeling the tension thickening. She stared at the doors as they closed.

As the elevator stopped on the 23rd floor and the doors opened, she heard a name that caught her attention. It sounded familiar, but she couldn’t quite pinpoint it.

‘Was it a famous place?’Scratching her head, she realized it was the name of the restaurant. As she stepped out and saw a familiar face, it clicked. ‘This was Hye-yoon’s boyfriend’s restaurant.’

“Ha Yeon-woo?” Hye-yoon was there, helping out. She noticed Hye-yoon eyeing him up and down, but he pretended not to notice.

“Are you here with your brother?”

“…….”

“I told you to bring your boyfriend,” Hye-yoon remarked, eyeing the cheap ring on her finger with disdain.

Calling out to her boyfriend, who was the boss, she introduced Ha Yeon-woo as her friend. He greeted them politely, but she felt a wave of nausea creeping in.

“Yeonwoo, have a good time. You will treat your brother so that he can eat for free.,” Hye-yoon added, gesturing towards the food. As he watched her talking to Hye-yoon, a man spoke behind her.