Precautions of a Snakepit - Chapter 88 (R-19)
Top Dog, checking her face, withdrew immediately. He let out an “oh” as she walked in.
He couldn’t hide his bewilderment as she strode straight into the room as if it were her own.
“Look, pretty girl, even though you can’t profit off of it or dispose of it, I’m still using this space. So, can I assume that the reason you’re barging in like this is because you consider me yours? Because I belong to my pretty girl, all the rights I have are yours-”
“Your injury.”
Won cut off his bullshit.
“I came to ask about your injuries.”
“Well… it’s hot, so it’s not too bad. It’s like half a self-powered generator on my back?”
Won wordlessly watched as he responded with a nonchalant expression. Like the other two men, he wasn’t dressed in his patient attire. He wasn’t wearing anything on his upper body, though he was bandaged so he didn’t feel completely n*ked.
Still, it was a big wound. There was a small amount of blood. Won vividly remembered the red color on his clothes that had been tied to prevent his wound from bleeding more, but it wasn’t as bad. Something inside of her was relieved.
“You. You’re a weirdo.”
She couldn’t hold it in and let it spill out from her mouth.
“Why is it that when you have a minor cold, you whine about how much it hurts, and you want me to do this and that, but when you’re really hurt, you don’t want me to do anything?”
Top Dog gave her a strange look. It was a look she had never seen before and she couldn’t interpret it.
“Wrong.”
He ruffled his hair as he said that word. If he had a cigarette in front of her, he’d probably bite it right now. He mumbled something under his breath.
“I didn’t want you to make that face.”
“Why are you pretending to think it’s unflattering? It makes me sick to my stomach, so just do your usual-”
“No, it’s not that.”
Cutting her off, his tone became more serious.
“You’re giving me that look because you pity me. You think I’m not gonna be f*cking drawn to you in this situation?”
His gaze, resembling that of a h*rny beast, was breathtaking in its lust. Won realized she stirred the water that threatened to overflow.
He broke her spell, staring at her without blinking.
“Do you know what I’m thinking right now? You’re making that face because of me. Because of me and I get to see it? Ha… it’s a f*cking thrill. You’re so beautiful. I want to bite and suck and lick you from head to toe. I want to drag you to bed, tie you up so you can’t run away, and f*ck you like a dog. I want to f*ck you until you cry. I want to see you cry because of me.”
The breath he spat out between each sentence was hot. It made the explicit language seem well-refined by comparison.
“Anyway, sweetheart, was it in middle school? Or high school? Because I’m a bit of a dangerous beast right now like that poem I saw in a textbook.”
‘I don’t think that’s what the poem1 i have no idea what poem they are referring to but i assume its what that would be commonly read in korea by all students in middle school meant.’
Won looked at his face, distorted by the effort of holding back his desire. It was not a pretty sight, to say the least. But for some reason, the sight of him sent shivers up her inner thighs. Her skin crawled and her stomach clenched as if it was stimulated.
“So if you want out, get out now,” He said through clenched teeth.
“So if I don’t go out, you’ll do everything you just said to me now?”
Hearing the declaration of war, Won laughed.
“I want to ask you something.”
“Sweetheart, you can save that for another time-”
“Why do you think I’m here?”
At her question, Top Dog’s face, which had been unruffled, went dumb, like he was just punched in the face.
“Huh?”
“If I had something to say, I could say it outside the door. Why do you think I’m in here right now?”
She watched his eyes widen.
“You told me you trust actions over words.”
He looked ready to jump as Won spoke. There was no way she was going to be able to have a proper conversation with someone who was so out of sorts, but she wanted to, nonetheless. There were times in life when some people just wanted to scream at a wall or an inanimate doll.
“You’re a strange man, but I know what you’re doing.”
He waited, surprisingly calm. Like a dog who won’t touch the food in front of them until they are given permission.
“You like me that much?”
The fear she felt before she walked through the steel doors of the nurses’ station was as much as it gets. It must have been the same for him. He should have felt it more vividly than she did because his gut is as good as a wild animal’s. Yet, he put his arms around her to protect her.
At that point, she had to admit it.
This man genuinely likes her, and she wants him to like her, too…
“I like that question, sweetheart, but can I answer it with actions instead of words?”
“I think you can just answer in words since you asked that.”
“No, I’ll answer with my body from now on. Over and over again, until you understand it perfectly. Until it’s obvious to even the stupidest of all us.”
His eyes twinkled as he spoke. Top Dog wasn’t wearing a top, just bandages, so she could see his muscles relentlessly stitching, begging to move. His tendons were ready to burst on his forearms.
Won glanced at the bandages covering his upper body.
“With that body?”
“What does it matter? It’s a little scratch on my back.”
‘I don’t think it’s just a scratch.’
Even as she inwardly retorted, she didn’t let the words come out of her mouth as she, too, was at her limit. And then, she sensed Top Dog break the leash he was wearing and pounced on her.
He picked her up and set her down on the bed with simplicity. Then he lay down beside her, his upper body raised, appraising her with his eyes. His large hands slowly caressed her face and stroked her hair. It felt more like he was stroking fur than touching her skin.
The overly cautious behavior tickled her, and just as she was about to turn her head away, he leaned over and settled on top of her, pressing their bodies together. He gently wrapped his hands behind her head and brought her closer.
His tongue slid down to caress and soothe her closed lips, carefully parting them, and the hand that held her head so she couldn’t escape was firm. She couldn’t tell which was his true intention, but she preferred the first because she had no thought of escaping.
Responding by entwining her tongue, she tightly closed her eyes and focused on the sensations. Then she felt him chuckle as they kissed. She opened her eyes, wondering why, but then he parted from her lips and tilted his head, eyes glazed over as he asked her a question.
“Do you think I’m going to hurt you now?”
Wondering what nonsense he was talking about, she asked him to clarify.
“Why don’t you close your eyes? I mean, it’s nice that you don’t, but you’re looking at me the whole time. It’s weird.”
“What do you think you’re doing by asking me to close my eyes? What are you going to do to me?”
“You think I’m going to hurt you?”
They had this conversation before when he was hypnotized and showering her with kisses.
“It’s not like you can’t, it’s just that you wouldn’t.”
He smugly stared down at her.
“Why are you so cute?”
He bit down on her cheek, never setting his teeth, but just sucked the outside before releasing them. It didn’t hurt, but somehow felt like it did. Won didn’t mind him greedily nibbling all over her face as if he wanted to take her in a mouthful and swallow her whole.
At first, she thought it was weird, but then an erotic sensation washed over her. A tickling heat rose from his bite.
“Ugh, stop being so weird.”
“Come on, you’re distracting me. You’re so f*cking cute as is, and I’m dying to bite you… And why are your cheeks so damn soft and addictive, huh?”
He nuzzled the base of her ear, then removed his lips and began to use his tongue. It was more like the affectionate gesture of a large dog who can’t help but love his owner than a planned caress. If he had a tail, it would be frantically wagging.
‘I really think you might be an animal.’
She was appalled but didn’t hate it. He’s already f*cked up. It would be strange to suddenly be normal only during s*x, but it was better than being laid back. He was out of his mind, unable to hide how aroused he was, how fiercely he wanted her, and now she was dripping.
Dull and blunt, she likes him this way. Raw, unadulterated emotions that she could recognize without having to think about it. The act of simply and thoroughly following their instincts.
The tongue that had been teasing her flesh as it pleased, claiming ownership, was now tracing the hollow of her collarbone. Unbuttoning her top, he peeled it off from side to side, and when he stood her upright, lightly nibbling at her collarbone, he tilted his head in question.
“Why do they seem so fragile, like they’ll break if I bite down hard enough? Maybe it’s because you’re too skinny.”
She was about to reply that a normal person wouldn’t think of biting someone’s collarbone, but his strong arm slipped around her waist and pulled her close. In an instant, she was on her back. Her br*asts bounced with the recoil.
“F*ck, why are you t*ts this big?”
His eyes widened as he cursed,d and he pressed his mouth to the br*asts he coveted.
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