Once Love Begins - Chapter 4. Part 1

Chapter 4. Part 1

He widened his eyes and grimaced, as if processing what she had just said.

His chest heaved as he said, “You said men can sleep with women they don’t love?”

“Are you crazy?”

She spoke quickly and with a threatening tone. Although she didn’t want to lose, she raised her voice and focused on the bright red lipstick stain on his collar.

“Yes, I’m crazy. I want to do it. I want to go out and sleep with a random guy!”

It was the first time she had ever raised her voice to him.

He paused, surprised. They stood there for a while, close to each other. She could tell he was angry because his chest was heaving harder than before. However, she wasn’t scared.

She stared at him with hardened eyes and a set jaw. She glared at him with her fists clenched, refusing to back down. A lump rose in her throat, but she held it in.

“I don’t have the slightest intention of sleeping with you.”

She suppressed her anger and spoke each syllable deliberately, her face turning bright red. She said, “I would rather do it with another man.”

“What?”

“If that’s what you want to do, then do it with any man, just like you said.”

She wanted to ask if he was serious, but his sincere expression stopped her. He hurt her like hell for provoking her, and now this.

His eyes and nose twitched.

“I’m not interested in inexperienced women, so go ahead and do it. I’ll consider it,” he lied.

This time, he was lying. She didn’t miss the slight wiggle in his eyes. Was he lying when he said he didn’t have a preference for first-time girls, or was he lying when he told her to pick a guy and have s*x with him, or was he lying when he said he’d think about it?

Her stomach turned. She didn’t want him to sleep with her. He knew she wasn’t going to have another man in her life who wasn’t him, and that’s why he said he’d never sleep with her.

She was angry that other girls could do it and she couldn’t. She said, “It’s not my first time having sex, so it’s okay.”

“What?”

“It’s not my first time.”

Her mouth slowly opened.

“Don’t worry, I’ve already given myself away to another man.”

For a moment, he was stunned, like someone who had just been hit on the back of the head with a hammer.

He looked at her face intently, trying to determine if what she said was true. She didn’t look away, but instead met his gaze.  

He asked, “What did you do?” and then lunged forward, grabbing her shoulder with both hands. The grip was so tight that she yelped in pain, but she gritted her teeth and held on. He stared into her eyes, his jet-black pupils stopping at her lips.  

The sudden kiss caught her off guard. He effortlessly deepened it, causing her to go weak in the knees. Her heart raced, and she closed her eyes, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.

* * *

Her blood rushed backward. He rushed in, kissed her, and shouted at her.

“Did you lose your mind? What are your plans with another man? What did you do?”

He was initially stunned, as if struck by a bomb. He considered Ha Yeon-woo’s words, and upon realizing they were true, he looked at her in disbelief.

He asked, “Was that expression genuine? Is it true?”
His eyes rolled back in his head as he realized she had been with another man. He tightly gripped Ha Yeon-woo’s shoulder as she stood calmly, despite feeling sick to her stomach.

He grimaced in pain and bit his lip. Then he kissed her passionately, swirling his tongue in her mouth until she couldn’t breathe. Her mouth tasted like a peach.

For a moment, he remembered chewing on a peach and swallowing it whole. His eyes glazed over.

During his honeymoon, he had a dream about having s*xual relations with Ha Yeon-woo, someone he had never considered in that way before. Upon waking up, he felt ashamed that he had dreamed of having dreamed such a thing.

It was the most strange dream he’d ever had, and he’d never seen Ha Yeon-woo looking so embarrassed, in pain, and a little excited. He thought he was having a strange dream because he wasn’t feeling well, but he drank alcohol and took cold medicine.

He told himself that a dream is just a dream. However, when he looked at Ha Yeon-woo, he felt embarrassed by the dreams that sometimes returned to him. So, he acted even stricter. But why? She was sleeping with another man? It felt weird.

He had a dream where he kissed and played with a rattle before having s*x with someone else. He felt guilty for not having done it with Ha-Yeon-Woo, who was eight years younger.

He felt strange because he is usually patient and calm, and his emotions don’t fluctuate. He had no intention of getting married, so he thought a window-shopping couple would be fine.

His parents liked it, and best of all, he could run his own business more easily without his father’s interference. However, the dream was a problem. He had known her since she was a child in nappies.  

Even though it was only a dream, he was ashamed of himself for lusting after such a child, so he closed his mind tightly. Just the thought of doing it with someone else made the sadism rise deep inside him.

He wanted to shout and torment her until she cried, even to the point of making her lips burst. He pulled his lips back roughly, causing Ha Yeon-woo’s legs to flail. He did not give in to her pleas, grabbed her wrist, and stomped off to his room.

Upon entering the room, he placed her gently on the bed. He couldn’t resist lifting her T-shirt as she opened her eyes wide like a rabbit.

 “Now wait!”

He pulled up her white bra, ignoring the urgent voices. It bounced, exposing her br*asts. He grabbed her wrists to cover them and squeezed. He sat on her and ran his hands over her body from head to toe.

She was like that in his dreams. Her br*asts were like a dream, pristine as the first snow, so white you could see every hair on them. They were the same shape, not an inch different. He wiggled his eyebrows.  

He reached up and cupped one br*ast, and she gasped and kicked with her legs. He clenched his teeth as he felt the softness of her palm. It was like a dream. He squeezed it, relishing the sensation of it filling his hand.

Ha Yeon-woo moaned, and color flooded her face. He gazed at her face before shifting his attention to her chest, then past her delicate neck and collarbone, which he longed to lick.

He looked at the pink n*ppl*s in the center of her firm br**sts. They were bouncing up and down, so smooth and white that he was afraid he might stain them, but he couldn’t stop himself.

He wished it was a dream. Then he could hold her without a thought, come all over her pure white body, and do the things he didn’t dare say.  

As she lay on the bed with her head on his shoulder, he felt a strong desire for her. However, he recognized the inappropriateness of his feelings, given that she was eight years younger than him and he had watched her grow up.

He sighed as she stood up. Sensing her hesitation, he reached out and grabbed her arm. He lifted his eyes from her br**sts. She pouted and whispered in his ear as she leaned down.

“Mmm, don’t stop.”    

Was it true she wanted to?

‘Was she that hungry to grab any man and spread her legs? Was she so used to s*x?’

Her breath had a peachy scent that stung his nose with every ragged exhale. He wondered if she had done this to others.

Now he realized he knew how to excite a woman. He gently caressed her br**sts, causing her n*ppl*s to harden. Applying a bit more pressure, their pink color deepened.

His mouth watered. He pulled off her t-shirt and bra, tossing them carelessly to the floor. She raised her arms to cover her br**sts again, but they were still exposed. She didn’t seem to notice his arms pressing against them, adding to the eroticism.

He looks at her for a long time, his eyes trembling as she becomes a woman. He grabs a lock of her jet-black hair spread across the bed and brings it up to his nose.

For some reason, she smells like peaches. She grabs her slender arms and raises them above her head. He widens his eyes in horror as she raises both hands above her head.

“I am only showing you one br**st. What if it wiggles?”

“…….”

‘Is that why you can just pick up a random guy on the street and spread your legs so he can f*ck you?’

He becomes angrier just thinking about it. He wonders, ‘To whom did she show her naked, dazzling body?’

‘Don’t think about that now. Why are you looking for a man when you already have a husband?’

He bit her lip. He wanted to kiss her lips again, redder than blood. What an uncontrollable animal he was, bitter. 

“You are correct. A man is capable of physically holding a woman for whom he does not have love.”

He was unsure who had given her that look. He lowered his head and gazed at Ha Yeon-woo’s face, which appeared as though she might cry.  

“Hmph!” she protested, her legs flailing as he swallowed her pink n*ppl*.

He’d wanted to roll around in her mouth ever since he’d seen it. He lifted his eyes to see her face. It was bright red and she was breathing heavily.

He presses his lips together and s*cks on her n*ppl*. She tilts her head, and he catches a glimpse of the slender nape of her neck. He wants to sink his teeth into it, but at the same time, he can’t help but feel angry at the thought of another man seeing her body.

He doesn’t know why; it’s not like he likes her or loves her; it’s more like something that belongs to him is being taken away. He has been following her since he was a kid. Maybe he made a big mistake thinking he was the only one who knew her.

Did Ha-yeon-woo’s love for him give him the confidence to think that she would not find another man? Perhaps it’s those piercing eyes.

Clear eyes hold only him. He bites her hardened n*ppl* hard, and she lets out a painful sob. Her sensitivity to even the slightest stimulus makes him want to torment her. He brings her br**sts together in the middle and s*cks on her left and right n*ppl*s until they hurt.  

“Ah… ugh. … hmph!”

She covered her mouth, surprised at the sound she made. He sank his teeth into her neck as she shook her head. She is so obsessed with peaches that he can almost taste them.