TTS Vol 2 Ch 11.6

He grabbed her neck and pressed her against the minibar, his large body pressing against her back. She felt his hard cock between her legs.

He grabbed his penis, rubbed the tip against her sensitive flesh, and then thrust inside her, burying himself to the root. Mmm, he grabbed the back of her head and pressed it against the minibar, his thrusts hard and fast from the start. Thump, thump, thump, thump.

Their bodies, locked together like animals, moved in unison. He thrust with savage intensity, then lowered his body, moved her silky hair aside, and pressed his lips against her ear, his voice cold.

“Please, don’t even dream of it.”

The man who had asked about her dreams now told her not to dream.

Trembling beneath him, her cheek pressed against the cold surface of the minibar, Taeri closed her eyes in resignation.

There was one thing he didn’t know.

To forget everything and live like before. To erase everything and go back to the past.

That it was a dream she could never have, not from the very beginning.

He still didn’t know that Kang Taeri could never completely forget and erase Park Chigyeong, and that she could never go back.

They had sex in several locations.

First at the minibar, then on the sofa, then on the balcony, then back on the sofa.

Creak. Creak. Creak.

 The sofa groaned beneath them. Or was it her? She couldn’t tell. Taeri was moaning beneath him, her voice hoarse.

“Mmm, uh, mm!”

Thwack, thwack. He thrust relentlessly, like a machine, then pulled out with a sigh. He pulled her up by her trembling shoulders and looked at her, his voice laced with amusement.

“Why are you so tired? I’m the one doing all the work.”

“I’m tired too… So let’s… rest for a bit.”

“Then rest on my face. I’ll lick you.”

“…Excuse me?”

He lay down on the sofa and pulled her down on top of him, forcing her to sit on his face.

A strange sense of shame washed over her. It was the first time she had ever sat on someone’s face, and she hated this unfamiliar position.

She struggled to get off him, but he only gripped her thighs tighter, holding her in place.

“N-no, I don’t like this… sir…”

He chuckled beneath her, a playful sound, perhaps amused by her constant rejections.

She felt his hot breath against her sex, and the sensation sent shivers down her spine. She moved her hips against his face, and his tongue eagerly probed her.

It felt good, yet humiliating. Arousing, yet she wanted to escape. Conflicting emotions.

“Let go… I don’t like this, mm, I don’t like it.”

“If you’re not going to cum, at least be honest. You like it, don’t you?”

“No, I don’t! I don’t like it, you pervert!”

“What did you call me?”

“Sir, please…”

The more she pleaded, the louder his sucking sounds became. The tongue that had been probing her entrance now moved skillfully against her clit. Ah, ah, ah! It felt like an electric shock.

Overwhelmed by the intense pleasure, Taeri gripped his hair, arching her back and instinctively moving her hips against his face. Sensing her reaction, he held her hips tightly, moving them up and down, his tongue working tirelessly against her clit until it throbbed.

“Haa… ah!”

He lifted her up and laid her down on the sofa, then buried his face between her legs again.

“Wrap your legs around my shoulders.”

Taeri obediently hooked her legs around his broad shoulders, bringing his face closer to her core, his tongue probing deeper. Slurp, slurp, slurp. The strong suction made her even wetter. The world spun around her.

“Beautiful.”

Park Chigyeong, his face lifted, licked his lower lip, and smiled. He spun along with the world. Taeri’s gaze was drawn to his boyish smile, her heart pounding as if it were about to burst.

Did he just call me beautiful? Beautiful…

He leaned her back against the sofa and knelt before her, his hard cock jutting out.

“Suck it.”

As if hypnotized, Taeri opened her mouth and took him in, starting with the mushroom-shaped tip. When she’d taken about half of him in, he impatiently pulled her head down, forcing himself all the way down her throat.

Ugh, the sudden intrusion of his glans against the back of her throat made her gag. But Park Chigyeong, holding her head, moved his hips skillfully, his cock pistoning in and out of her mouth.

“Mmm, mm, mm!”

“Haa… tighten your mouth, tighter, tighter, tighter. Use your tongue, and open your throat. Good.”

“Mmm, mm, mm!”

He increased the pace of his thrusts, her head bobbing back and forth against his groin.

Her lips stung from his thick cock, and his rough pubic hair scratched against her cheeks. She could bear the physical discomfort, but what she couldn’t bear was the strange ache in her heart.

She didn’t know where this feeling came from, but she tried to push it away, gripping his hard thighs and focusing on the present sensation.

Growing up… was much more complicated than she’d imagined.

Thump, thump, thump, thump.

Her body was thrown against the bed and then back again, following his rhythm.

Haa… Park Chigyeong, his hair damp with sweat, kept thrusting into her relentlessly, like a man possessed.

“Ahh, mm, hmm!”

He lowered his body and placed her legs between his arms. Her slender legs dangled from his thick, veiny arms.

He gripped her soft buttocks as if he were about to crush them, then slapped her hard.

Taeri flinched at the sudden impact, and Park Chigyeong frowned slightly. It must have been because her involuntary clenching tightened around him.

“Relax, fuck, I feel like I’m going to break…”

Haa… He gripped her cheeks tightly, then licked her nipple, his tongue moving in wide circles. He took her breast into his mouth, sucking hard.

“Ahh, mm!”

He moved his hips skillfully, grinding against her, then suddenly grabbed her ankles and lifted them high, thrusting shallowly and rapidly.

“Haa, mm, mm!”

“I can’t… haa… be with anyone else now. I can’t even get hard… unless it’s you.”

“Mm, stop… stop talking…”

“Why? Does it disgust you that I’m not a virgin at my age?”

As he spread her legs wide and thrust into her relentlessly, his phone on the nightstand buzzed.

He normally wouldn’t answer his phone during sex. But for some reason, Park Chigyeong picked it up, his thrusts continuing, and glanced at the screen. It was Gong Yunseon.

He chuckled softly, then grabbed one of her ankles, which was resting on his shoulder, and began to suck on her toes.

“It’s Mother. Hold back your moans if you don’t want her to know what we’re doing.”

“…Ahh… mm?”

He pressed the answer button, a playful glint in his eyes as he watched her pale face. He put the phone on speaker and tossed it beside her face. Taeri realized what he was doing a moment too late and reached for the end button, but he was faster.

“Yes, hello.”

―Oh, Prosecutor Park? Where are you? Are you still at the office? Is there a reason why Mother called during your busy schedule?

Mrs. Gong’s voice echoed beside Taeri’s ear. She looked up at him, her face pale with fear, holding her breath.

“Mmm… I’m in the middle of dinner.”

He smirked like a mischievous child, pulled back, and then thrust deep inside her. Haa! He covered her mouth with his hand, stifling her moan.

―Oh my, dinner at this hour? That’s quite late.

“Haa, I have a case from above, so I’m a bit… busy.”

―Of course, of course. Official duties are important, Prosecutor Park.

“Indeed. I barely have time to breathe.”

He smirked, moving his hips skillfully. What a perverted hobby, she thought.

He lowered his head and grabbed her chin, their lips almost touching. He whispered,

Open your mouth.

Taeri slowly parted her lips, and he let a drop of his saliva fall between them, whispering again,

Swallow.

She swallowed obediently, and his eyes darkened. He gripped her jaw tighter and began to kiss her roughly, his tongue moving relentlessly against hers.

Ahh, mm… Her ragged breaths and moans were swallowed by his kiss. Mrs. Gong’s cheerful voice rang in her ears, oblivious to everything, like the chime of a sacred bell.

―But, Prosecutor Park? I don’t see our pretty girl today. Do you know where she is? Is the house feeling empty without her?

Chigyeong broke the kiss, his breath ragged, and answered,

“Miss Kang Taeri said she has something to do and won’t be coming home tonight.”

―Oh, I see. Do you think she’ll be alright? But, son? Are you okay? Why are you breathing so heavily while eating? Are you feeling weak these days? Should Mother make you some tonic?

Taeri’s eyes were filled with fear, terrified that they might be discovered. Chigyeong looked directly into her eyes and said,

“I’m fine. I’m replenishing my energy with plenty of healthy food.”

Taeri blinked slowly, looking up at Chigyeong’s smiling face. His expression was like a stormy sea, dark waves crashing against each other. An inexplicable feeling washed over her, a tightness in her chest, as if it were filled with air.

―Oh dear, I’m losing my mind. Um, Chigyeong? Prosecutor Park? Your father asked me to tell you something… Hello?

Chigyeong’s eyes darkened. “Yes,” he murmured, lowering his head again. He nibbled on her earlobe, then licked the shell of her ear, drawing a moan from between her lips. Shhh, he chuckled against her ear.

―He said you made an appointment with Attorney Kim Jungha for tomorrow?

Chigyeong began to move his hips slowly, smoothly, between her spread legs.

Mmm, mm, mm… 

His fluid movements inside her made her head spin. She bit her left hand, stifling a moan.

He moved her hand and placed his own in her mouth, his thrusts growing stronger and deeper. Their pace quickened, their bodies entangled.

―He said you can meet her at Sejong at 2 p.m. He said you’d understand.

Chigyeong pulled out and lifted her up, placing her on top of him. Before she could even adjust herself, he thrust back inside her, hard.

She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, and he braced himself on the mattress with his hands, his thrusts rapid and shallow. Thwack, thwack, thwack. She bit his shoulder, suppressing her moans.

―But, Prosecutor Park? Did you do something to offend that young lady? Your father is usually not like this, but he seemed very upset…

Mrs. Gong continued chatting, seemingly oblivious to the sounds coming from his end.

Did she know what her son was doing? Who he was with while he was on the phone with her? How he was playing her?

―…Hello? Chigyeong? Prosecutor Park? Can you hear me? Are you listening?

“I understand. Tell him I’ll be there tomorrow.”

―Oh, alright, Prosecutor Park. Well done, then…

Before she could finish, he reached out and ended the call, then lifted Taeri and tossed her back onto the bed.

“Ah, fuck, that’s good.”

He clenched his jaw, his eyes filled with uncontainable emotion.

“Haa… sir…”

Taeri, her arm around his neck, her eyes hazy with pleasure, looked up at him and pleaded,

“Don’t… get married.”

Her face was flushed, her mind clouded by pleasure, as she continued in a pathetic whisper,

“Someday you will, but not now… not yet, sir. I… I don’t like it. And actually… I didn’t run away that night because I wished you were dead.”

She regretted saying it the moment the words left her mouth. She regretted not being able to distinguish between love-hate and pity. No, actually… she didn’t regret it.

He didn’t respond, his movements ceasing abruptly. The relentless thrusts that had been driving into her stopped.

“So… live a long life.”

He looked down at her silently for a moment, then lowered his head, his hand gently caressing her cheek. He smiled, a tenderness in his eyes that seemed out of character, and replied in a soft voice she’d never heard before,

“Alright.”

If that’s what you want, I will.

Their lips met again, their tongues tangling in a desperate kiss. They bit and sucked on each other’s lips, exchanging saliva.

The excess dribbled down her chin. It might have looked like a messy kiss to someone else, but they poured all their emotions into it, their tongues moving with a tenderness that belied their usual roughness.

“Haa, mm…”

Chigyeong gently intertwined his fingers with hers as she moaned against his tongue. He lifted their clasped hands above her head, tilted his head, and deepened the kiss, sucking on her lips and tongue with exquisite tenderness.

“……”

The sound of his own heart pounding in his ears, her soft hair brushing against his face, the warmth of her hand in his, her intoxicating scent…

He wanted to devour her whole, to consume her entirely.

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah. 

A night of passion and stirring emotions. He had reached his critical point.