The Season I Loved You Without You - Chapter 55 - R19

CHAPTER 55

His words about wanting to show weren’t just empty words. The small attic room was quite nicely decorated. Curtains, sheets, and bedding in coordinated colors, two potted plants placed on the desk, lighting, and a low table with cushions on the floor. They weren’t planned purchases, but they were arranged quite nicely in combination. It was a part where his delicate nature shone through.

“It’s a harmonious and cozy home.”

Sitting at the desk, Go-yeo looked at the Red Congo plant placed side by side. The leaves were shining without a speck of dust as if they had been well cared for. And it seemed to have grown a bit more and had a new shoot at the top compared to when she first gave it to him. It was in much better condition than when it was in the study. She couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought that this might also be one of his versatile abilities.

“Do you sing to your plants?”

It was a playful remark instead of a compliment for taking care of them well. Looking at his bewildered expression, trembling eyes, and reddened ears, it seemed like she had said something unnecessary.

“H-How did you know?”

Ga-eul covered his face in embarrassment and slumped down.

Oh, what should she do with this kid? Go-yeo couldn’t help but throw her head back and laugh out loud. Imagining him singing to the plants in this small house, trying hard to keep them well to fulfill the advice to take care of them, he looked cute and seemed admirable.

‘Anyone would think that way, not just me.’

Go-yeo generalized the emotion of being absorbed in him and organized her thoughts. Ga-eul’s forehead was visible as he bowed his head. Yoon Ga-eul with soft hair. She reached out and brushed his hair aside. Even though she thought he was quite used to physical contact, he flinched at the light touch. Yet, he obediently lowered his head, looking like a gentle animal.

Ga-eul came closer and leaned his face against the quiet lap, wrapping his arms around her waist. She continued to stroke his head. She hoped it would be a small comfort for him after a tough day. After a while, Ga-eul lifted his head. There was a reddish tint around his eyes.

Go-yeo wondered what had happened, but she wasn’t going to ask. If he wanted to talk, he’d tell her, but it seemed like something difficult for him to bear, deep down.

Their gaze intertwined deeply. Yoon Ga-eul’s eyes held a loneliness different from the usual Ga-eul. Go-yeo quietly looked at his pursed lips. He seemed to barely bring out what he wanted.

“……Kiss me, please.”

For a single request, she easily pulled Ga-eul’s chin down and kissed his lips. It was the same as the first time. Although they had kissed several times, thinking about the first one felt unfamiliar. Was it just because of the similar pose? The kiss that had started with a little curiosity and mischief had now turned into sharing breaths, solely thinking about Yoon Ga-eul.

Naturally, their breaths became quicker, and the rhythm of exploring each other’s mouths became impatient. Go-yeo became unpredictable. Even though her life was quite regimented.

There was a faint smell of alcohol in Ga-eul’s mouth. The warmth that could only be felt when their lips touched was still pleasant.

At some point, Go-yeo realized she was following his lead. Ga-eul’s lead was usually gentle, but at the same time, it was intense. She didn’t mind the touch of his hands around her waist. Things are quite good right now.

The swaying cheap mattress touched her back. She wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling his weight pressing against her.

They embraced each other, becoming perfect beings, feeling each other’s body warmth. When Ga-eul’s gaze, which seemed to be groping all over her body, fell on her lower abdomen, it tingled. And now, too, it was the same. When he looked at her with admiring eyes, a sense of seduction rose within her.

“…You’re so, so beautiful.”

His expression and overly integrated words were deeply satisfying. Who in bed would dislike hearing such words?

As Ga-eul’s lips touched the pale, plump flesh of Go-yeo’s neck, a sense of intimacy arose. When his tongue touched the vulnerable spot he had discovered through several encounters, a sensation of warmth and emotion welled up within her.

“Ah!”

Ga-eul grabbed her thighs as a background to her thin moans and continued to kiss them. That was all it took, yet thick drops of l*quid trickled down from Ga-eul’s place.

He wanted to put it in right away. But he had to endure a little longer because he knew she was hesitant about being claimed by him. He kissed her as if parched in the desert, feeling her scent.

They found their place between thighs, overlapping their bodies. The tightness, the furrowed brow of hers. It felt strangely thrilling. Their instinctive movements were lewd and animalistic, but the feeling of being connected with Ga-eul felt sensual.

“Ah!”

The contrasting scene, out of place with her, felt like a forbidden relationship. A relationship that could never be fulfilled. Yet, under Ga-eul, she was crying as if out of breath. His flushed breath gave her satisfaction.

Ah, Yoon Ga-eul had satisfied Go-yeo. She wrapped her body around him and felt him deeply through the thin condom.

She fell asleep for a moment and woke up to find Ga-eul lying behind her. Coziness wasn’t just a sensation; it was a feeling that had melted into itself. More comforting than her bedroom, the smaller room, the cramped and uncomfortable mattress, overflowed with comfort.

Ga-eul buried his nose in her neck. She shivered slightly, feeling goosebumps. It strangely responded immediately to touch.

“I got goosebumps.”

She didn’t say anything, but her throat was dry. She could tell he was resting. Ga-eul’s hand stroking her back was gentle. She closed her eyes again.

Then Go-yeo opened her eyes again when she felt the hard and hot flesh between her b*ttocks.

“…Ah, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize.”

As she turned her head, only the desk lamp was on, and even in the dim light, his embarrassed expression was visible. She turned her body to indicate permission.

“Can I make one request?”

In this situation? She slightly bit her lower lip, puzzled by the unexpected statement. After a few pursed lips, he tightly shut his eyes.

“…I want to do it from behind.”

Go-yeo chuckled at the out-of-place remark. So naive, so stupid. Who would ask such a thing, when he was already bitten and sucked everywhere. But she didn’t want to give in, so she said something he couldn’t easily say.

“If you show me doing it alone.”

While Ga-eul easily perceived his desire, he was someone who would do it if she asked. Although embarrassed, Ga-eul nodded. Soon, he got up, knelt on his knees, and looked down at her, grasping his thing in his hand. With a fast-moving hand and a furrowed brow, watching the throbbing flesh on his neck, goosebumps rose again.

“Ah!”

With a short sigh, warm fl*id splattered on Ga-eul’s thigh and abdomen. He groped for it with dazed eyes, then wiped it away in a panic.

Go-yeo got up, kissed his lips, and slowly rolled him over as if tempting him. Her slim waist and curved hips were seductive as if they were meticulously crafted by a god.

Despite still being erect from visual stimulation alone, he barely managed to hold back from coming again. The slender inner flesh and white flesh were vividly visible. He firmly grabbed her slim waist and pushed into her hot entrance.

“If it hurts, tell me.”

He continued to move his hips, holding onto her crumbling body, his red flesh sliding against hers.  Supporting her trembling thighs more than before, he pushed harder. He wondered at her expression as she buried her face in the sheets.

“Ah!”

Unlike before, her more intense reaction excited him even more. Her screams were incredibly provocative. Overlapping his waist over her body, he pushed harder. He kissed her eagerly as he turned her head. Once again, at the moment when his traces radiated, suddenly he heard the voice of another man.

‘If you do it from behind, Go-yeo will collapse.’

Crazy. Why did that phrase suddenly come to mind?

It wasn’t entirely clear that what he demanded was influenced by his words. But for a moment, another man who was occupying her body flashed through his mind. It felt like something was burning fiercely just by imagining it. He quickly shook off the things floating in his mind.

He laid her down on the bed, supporting her crumbling body. Disheveled hair, dazed eyes, and flushed cheeks were still excessively provocative.

Facing each other while lying down, Ga-eul brushed aside the hair stuck to her forehead. Go-yeo closed her eyes softly, pleased with his even breathing, his stroking touch.

“…If you want to say something, you can.”

At the sincere words, Ga-eul smiled softly. Somehow, it felt like she understood his heart, and he was grateful and so happy that he touched her forehead and kissed her lips.

“Yesterday was my father’s memorial day. I couldn’t go yesterday because I had something to do, so I went today… I just remembered my father and drank. Quite a lot.”

Go-yeo quietly hugged him back.

Even though it had been a long time since his father passed away, that day was not easily forgotten. A picture of his father surrounded by chrysanthemums, him crying, and pitying looks. The sudden accident took his father away like that.

Even though there was his mother and Eun-jae, he felt like he was left alone in the world. Despite having lived well so far thanks to his mother’s devotion and the bond with Eun-jae, sometimes he still couldn’t shake off the feeling of being alone in the world. He huddled in the chill. That’s why he yearned for the warmth of a person.

Someone to hold him. At the same time, someone who needs his warmth. Han Go-yeo.

But thinking of her made him even sadder.

Sad because she was so lovely.

She’s so desirable that he felt like he could die.

So, tears just welled up, and he cried loudly. He didn’t want to cry so pathetically, but he missed her so much that he impulsively went to the boutique to find her. And he met her there.

He tried hard to remember every moment spent with her. He thought that if he lay on this bed every day, he would naturally think of her.

Ga-eul took a warm towel and carefully wiped the inside of Go-yeo’s thighs, noting the dried marks on the smooth mounds of flesh.  She seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.

Ga-eul hugged her. She was so close, yet he wanted her so much.

Ga-eul thought he had fallen asleep for a moment, but when he opened her eyes, it was bright around him. Looking at the time, it was early morning. She was sleeping deeply beside him. Long eyelashes that stretched out like fringe, and a small spot under the corner of her eye. And there was a small brown spot under her.

Did she know about the spot in the secret area? He burst into laughter at the unnecessary thought. He bit his lower lip tightly to hold back the laughter.

He traced the red marks left on her body with his eyes. Petals fell on a white canvas. He felt full, yet sad. He realized that these confusing emotions were love.

If only the heart fell neatly like mathematics. If only he could always find the answer to the variable x. If variable x was wrong, he could erase it and try again.