Gashiyeon- Chapter 7 [Part 1]
The rain had finally stopped. Soon, the collision of the trees with the warm sunlight and refreshing breeze was making a gentle tune on the wind.
I was getting sleepy having sat with my knees bent underneath me for such a long time. My eyelids felt so heavy that it felt as though it was taking at least a few seconds to blink.
I repeatedly forced open my eyes as they drifted shut; but I finally gave in, wanting to block out the bright world that lay beyond the windows. The bright afterimage of the sun burned at my eyes even through my closed eyes.
I hated bright days like this.
“What are you doing over there when you’re so weak to sunlight? Come here.”
A towel was dropped down over my head, covering my eyes and shielding them from the blinding glare. A droplet of water travelled down a lock of hair and landed on my shoulder.
I once again opened my eyes in response to the hair raising coldness. I saw his feet approach me; he was sitting, crouched down in front of me soon after.
Upon seeing my unfocused eyes, staring back at him blankly, he tapped his index and middle fingers against my cheek as if to wake me up.
But I continued looking at him with my goldfish like expression, blinking stupidly. At this, he sat down completely on the ground, chuckling in response.
I buried myself in his chest, mumbling softly as if to myself, “I’m cold…”
He gladly offered up his arms to my bare, chilled body. Bringing me in towards him, he draped a gown over my shoulders.
As I rubbed my bottom against his thighs that were pressed against the glass of the windows, he let out yet another chuckle…And yet another as I buried my hair, that wasn’t even yet dry, against his chest.
It was only after he had told me to stay still while he was drying my hair that my child-like playfulness finally calmed down.
“Why didn’t you do anything that time, even though you remembered?” I sat, with my eyes closed, enjoying the feel of his fingers as they dried my wet hair, through the fabric of the towel. I could detect the scent of the same body spray that I used, every time he moved.
My exhausted body and my peaceful mind both were making me slip even further into a listless stupor. I felt full, despite the fact that I hadn’t eaten anything.
Ignoring his fingers that were drying my hair, I once again laid my head against his chest.
Tossing aside the towel, he combed my tousled hair with his fingers.
“You looked too pretty-like a drugged up little baby chick swooning under the sun”
“You’re so mean…You’re always messing with me…”
Just as I suspected, he hadn’t had the slightest intention of casting me away, even from the very beginning.
“Yeah but, compared to what you do to me, what I do is nothing.”
"What…I never did anything to you…”
Undoing the tie of his robe, I freed him from its confines entirely. I ran my eyes over his nude form that I could never seem to get enough of. The end of my nose tickled with the need for his scent at the sight.
I rubbed my face against the base of his neck. The sweet yet spicy scent of his breaths that entered my lungs, spread out into the tiniest of my capillaries.
I loved it. I curled up my body in satisfaction and wormed my way a little deeper still, into his chest.
“Appearing in my dreams and dancing around in front of me every time I close my eyes…If that’s not called giving someone a hard time, I don’t know what is.”
I tightened my arms around his waist a little more.
“You might just end up killing me if you keep going…”
“You think I can’t do it?”
“Hnn…If I died by your hands…I think I might laugh…Because I’d be so happy…”
The indescribable bliss of his rough grip, and my slender neck, turned blue from the fingers curled around it- my mind was filled completely with thoughts of such dangerous pleasures. I let out a strange sound at the thoughts that was neither a chuckle nor a laugh. In Yunho’s words, it was the sound of a suffering little kitten.
Meow…meow…I know you love it too much to even handle when I cry out like that while I squirm, all wet and pinned down underneath you.
As if handling an infant, Yunho placed me down on to his lap.
As he drew me in by my waist, my cold stomach and his hot penis enjoyed a moment of contact. I relaxed and let my body go limp, entrusting myself completely to Yunho. I yet again, cried out like a kitten, reacting to the things that Yunho did to me. But this time, the sound was sharper. Eyes closed, I enjoyed the feeling of my nipples swelling and stiffening in response to his touch.
This amazing sensation that made shivers go up my spine and a flustered blush to spread out to my ears, soon had me grasping at Yunho’s hair. Moisture from the locks of his hair that were still yet to dry, was squeezed out into my hands.
And with those same hands, I caressed the plains of Yunho’s back and massaged the firm muscles around his neck. To which his fingers responded by squeezing at my pudgy thighs.
It seemed as though his hands were enjoying their soft, yet firm texture.
He slipped both of his hands underneath my ass. Taking a handful of each cheek, Yunho spread them apart and carefully prodded at my now exposed opening that was visibly swollen yet still tightly closed with his index finger.
“It hurts…It still burns…”
“You’ve taken things a lot worse before. And now you’re complaining about something like this…”
He pushed in a finger up to the first joint, which was followed by yet another that wormed its way into my soft body.
Pressing firmly on the area surrounding my hole, Yunho forcibly opened me up even wider.
As though finding my cringing face adorable, he placed a gentle kiss on the tensed area around my eyes.
“It’s just been so long since we did this last that it still hurts...I thought I was going to die back then, you know that…”
“I know. I could tell.”
“You’re so mean…You kept going even though you saw…”
“Who was it that begged me to rip you open, again?”
Instead of a giving a reply, I latched on to his cheek and start sucking away.
Unlike that day when I hadn’t been able to do what I had wanted in fear that my saliva would be just too sweet for him to handle, I sucked away to my heart’s content, restraining myself just enough that I didn’t bruise him.
As if he found my actions cute, he turned his head, offering me the other cheek as well.
An affectionate hand fell on to my head following a deep chuckle, as I latched on once again without a moment’s hesitation. All the while, he didn’t forget to carefully run his fingers through my hair as he petted me, brushing out the tangles in my wet hair. I could tell that he genuinely found me cute right then.
If he had had a child, I had no doubts that Yunho would make an excellent father, even if he may not have been able to be a great husband.
As long as my heart was still beating, he would never be able to be a good husband.
“You really…haven’t done it with anyone else?”
“Mhm…Who would I have done it with…”
“Who knows, maybe you went and seduced one of the hospital staff with that pretty face of yours…”
“You know you’re the only one for me…”
He laid down on the carpet with me still wrapped up in his arms. I pinned both of my wrists above my head with one hand, as the soft peaks of my nipples fell victim to the other.
He laughed softly as I wordlessly bit my lips in response. It’s no use even if you laugh all cool like that, you know…I’m not going to open myself up for you…It hurts…
It burns even at the lightest of touches…Even so, I opened up my legs for him as I felt the needy rubbing of his hips against mine.
My desire knew no bounds.
“I know…My XX says that it knows too…”
“Hmph…How smart…”
“You’re only this slutty in front of me…right…?”
“Yeah…My spot…ahh…ah…says that it won’t take anyone but you…”
“Ah…Good boy…I’ll have to give you a reward…”
“Yeah…Since I was so good…don’t do it like you did last time…”
He began thrusting as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He was moving how I liked it.
Very carefully, slowly between my legs…
As though on a row boat, floating along on a gentle river, I felt nothing much the gentlest of tremors as he moved.
He separated his upper body slightly from mine. After he had taken a moment to catch his breath, he readjusted his grip on my wrists and pressed down even harder, and proceeded then to pound into me violently with all his strength.
Unlike his sweet words, he continued to ram himself into my soft depths hard enough that the sound of our smacking hips could be heard loud and clear.
“It hurts, ah! Ahh…Yunho…I’m going to die…”
“Fuck…I can’t, hahh…control myself…”
“Hahh…ahh, ah…It hurts…”
“If you don’t like it, ah…try going and being a little less pretty…”
My beauty was like a devilish, foxy little demon.
My pristine, white skin, always youthfully glowing, and at a contrast, my obsidian black tresses-and also those special places on my body, stained a deep crimson, that while seeming as though they offered a median between these two harshly contrasting elements, only served to add to my deeply arousing appeal… My lips, tongue, nipples, and also…my secret place that Yunho was currently buried in-an oasis that was always willing to offer its sweet nectar of life if it meant that Jung Yunho would be able to quench his thirst there.
I couldn’t count the number of times during the last 2 years while trapped in that dreary, pure white room, that I had wet the front of my hospital gown, imagining Yunho there with me.
Your masculine scent that I can never seem to get enough of, and the crystalline droplets of passion beaded on your back, and that suffocating heat that was skillfully burying itself into my body.
We were one. Even since the very beginning, the beginning of the universe as we knew it, we’d always been one.
There was no other way that we could’ve given each other such a perfect, awe-inspiring orgasm like this one. The sophisticated brown ceiling was spinning before my eyes.
Tiny bits and pieces of the grandiose chandelier that hung over us seemed to rain down over my head. Everything was shifting dramatically in front of me.
The panting by my ears grew rougher, like a lion that wanted to eat me up alive.
He continued his thrusts for quite a while longer before my world finally shattered into the million falsities and lies that it was, in the blink of an eye.
The heat and moisture that he had deposited in me, marked his claim on me. He let his considerably larger body fall on top of mine.
The tattered remains of the carcass of pleasure was hurtled at me in a form that I did not want to face. It was only with the consolation and strength in knowing that at least it was you, that I could manage to smile in the face of such obsolete futility.
“…I love you.”
He gave no reply, just like I thought.
I was getting sleepy having sat with my knees bent underneath me for such a long time. My eyelids felt so heavy that it felt as though it was taking at least a few seconds to blink.
I repeatedly forced open my eyes as they drifted shut; but I finally gave in, wanting to block out the bright world that lay beyond the windows. The bright afterimage of the sun burned at my eyes even through my closed eyes.
I hated bright days like this.
“What are you doing over there when you’re so weak to sunlight? Come here.”
A towel was dropped down over my head, covering my eyes and shielding them from the blinding glare. A droplet of water travelled down a lock of hair and landed on my shoulder.
I once again opened my eyes in response to the hair raising coldness. I saw his feet approach me; he was sitting, crouched down in front of me soon after.
Upon seeing my unfocused eyes, staring back at him blankly, he tapped his index and middle fingers against my cheek as if to wake me up.
But I continued looking at him with my goldfish like expression, blinking stupidly. At this, he sat down completely on the ground, chuckling in response.
I buried myself in his chest, mumbling softly as if to myself, “I’m cold…”
He gladly offered up his arms to my bare, chilled body. Bringing me in towards him, he draped a gown over my shoulders.
As I rubbed my bottom against his thighs that were pressed against the glass of the windows, he let out yet another chuckle…And yet another as I buried my hair, that wasn’t even yet dry, against his chest.
It was only after he had told me to stay still while he was drying my hair that my child-like playfulness finally calmed down.
“Why didn’t you do anything that time, even though you remembered?” I sat, with my eyes closed, enjoying the feel of his fingers as they dried my wet hair, through the fabric of the towel. I could detect the scent of the same body spray that I used, every time he moved.
My exhausted body and my peaceful mind both were making me slip even further into a listless stupor. I felt full, despite the fact that I hadn’t eaten anything.
Ignoring his fingers that were drying my hair, I once again laid my head against his chest.
Tossing aside the towel, he combed my tousled hair with his fingers.
“You looked too pretty-like a drugged up little baby chick swooning under the sun”
“You’re so mean…You’re always messing with me…”
Just as I suspected, he hadn’t had the slightest intention of casting me away, even from the very beginning.
“Yeah but, compared to what you do to me, what I do is nothing.”
"What…I never did anything to you…”
Undoing the tie of his robe, I freed him from its confines entirely. I ran my eyes over his nude form that I could never seem to get enough of. The end of my nose tickled with the need for his scent at the sight.
I rubbed my face against the base of his neck. The sweet yet spicy scent of his breaths that entered my lungs, spread out into the tiniest of my capillaries.
I loved it. I curled up my body in satisfaction and wormed my way a little deeper still, into his chest.
“Appearing in my dreams and dancing around in front of me every time I close my eyes…If that’s not called giving someone a hard time, I don’t know what is.”
I tightened my arms around his waist a little more.
“You might just end up killing me if you keep going…”
“You think I can’t do it?”
“Hnn…If I died by your hands…I think I might laugh…Because I’d be so happy…”
The indescribable bliss of his rough grip, and my slender neck, turned blue from the fingers curled around it- my mind was filled completely with thoughts of such dangerous pleasures. I let out a strange sound at the thoughts that was neither a chuckle nor a laugh. In Yunho’s words, it was the sound of a suffering little kitten.
Meow…meow…I know you love it too much to even handle when I cry out like that while I squirm, all wet and pinned down underneath you.
As if handling an infant, Yunho placed me down on to his lap.
As he drew me in by my waist, my cold stomach and his hot penis enjoyed a moment of contact. I relaxed and let my body go limp, entrusting myself completely to Yunho. I yet again, cried out like a kitten, reacting to the things that Yunho did to me. But this time, the sound was sharper. Eyes closed, I enjoyed the feeling of my nipples swelling and stiffening in response to his touch.
This amazing sensation that made shivers go up my spine and a flustered blush to spread out to my ears, soon had me grasping at Yunho’s hair. Moisture from the locks of his hair that were still yet to dry, was squeezed out into my hands.
And with those same hands, I caressed the plains of Yunho’s back and massaged the firm muscles around his neck. To which his fingers responded by squeezing at my pudgy thighs.
It seemed as though his hands were enjoying their soft, yet firm texture.
He slipped both of his hands underneath my ass. Taking a handful of each cheek, Yunho spread them apart and carefully prodded at my now exposed opening that was visibly swollen yet still tightly closed with his index finger.
“It hurts…It still burns…”
“You’ve taken things a lot worse before. And now you’re complaining about something like this…”
He pushed in a finger up to the first joint, which was followed by yet another that wormed its way into my soft body.
Pressing firmly on the area surrounding my hole, Yunho forcibly opened me up even wider.
As though finding my cringing face adorable, he placed a gentle kiss on the tensed area around my eyes.
“It’s just been so long since we did this last that it still hurts...I thought I was going to die back then, you know that…”
“I know. I could tell.”
“You’re so mean…You kept going even though you saw…”
“Who was it that begged me to rip you open, again?”
Instead of a giving a reply, I latched on to his cheek and start sucking away.
Unlike that day when I hadn’t been able to do what I had wanted in fear that my saliva would be just too sweet for him to handle, I sucked away to my heart’s content, restraining myself just enough that I didn’t bruise him.
As if he found my actions cute, he turned his head, offering me the other cheek as well.
An affectionate hand fell on to my head following a deep chuckle, as I latched on once again without a moment’s hesitation. All the while, he didn’t forget to carefully run his fingers through my hair as he petted me, brushing out the tangles in my wet hair. I could tell that he genuinely found me cute right then.
If he had had a child, I had no doubts that Yunho would make an excellent father, even if he may not have been able to be a great husband.
As long as my heart was still beating, he would never be able to be a good husband.
“You really…haven’t done it with anyone else?”
“Mhm…Who would I have done it with…”
“Who knows, maybe you went and seduced one of the hospital staff with that pretty face of yours…”
“You know you’re the only one for me…”
He laid down on the carpet with me still wrapped up in his arms. I pinned both of my wrists above my head with one hand, as the soft peaks of my nipples fell victim to the other.
He laughed softly as I wordlessly bit my lips in response. It’s no use even if you laugh all cool like that, you know…I’m not going to open myself up for you…It hurts…
It burns even at the lightest of touches…Even so, I opened up my legs for him as I felt the needy rubbing of his hips against mine.
My desire knew no bounds.
“I know…My XX says that it knows too…”
“Hmph…How smart…”
“You’re only this slutty in front of me…right…?”
“Yeah…My spot…ahh…ah…says that it won’t take anyone but you…”
“Ah…Good boy…I’ll have to give you a reward…”
“Yeah…Since I was so good…don’t do it like you did last time…”
He began thrusting as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He was moving how I liked it.
Very carefully, slowly between my legs…
As though on a row boat, floating along on a gentle river, I felt nothing much the gentlest of tremors as he moved.
He separated his upper body slightly from mine. After he had taken a moment to catch his breath, he readjusted his grip on my wrists and pressed down even harder, and proceeded then to pound into me violently with all his strength.
Unlike his sweet words, he continued to ram himself into my soft depths hard enough that the sound of our smacking hips could be heard loud and clear.
“It hurts, ah! Ahh…Yunho…I’m going to die…”
“Fuck…I can’t, hahh…control myself…”
“Hahh…ahh, ah…It hurts…”
“If you don’t like it, ah…try going and being a little less pretty…”
My beauty was like a devilish, foxy little demon.
My pristine, white skin, always youthfully glowing, and at a contrast, my obsidian black tresses-and also those special places on my body, stained a deep crimson, that while seeming as though they offered a median between these two harshly contrasting elements, only served to add to my deeply arousing appeal… My lips, tongue, nipples, and also…my secret place that Yunho was currently buried in-an oasis that was always willing to offer its sweet nectar of life if it meant that Jung Yunho would be able to quench his thirst there.
I couldn’t count the number of times during the last 2 years while trapped in that dreary, pure white room, that I had wet the front of my hospital gown, imagining Yunho there with me.
Your masculine scent that I can never seem to get enough of, and the crystalline droplets of passion beaded on your back, and that suffocating heat that was skillfully burying itself into my body.
We were one. Even since the very beginning, the beginning of the universe as we knew it, we’d always been one.
There was no other way that we could’ve given each other such a perfect, awe-inspiring orgasm like this one. The sophisticated brown ceiling was spinning before my eyes.
Tiny bits and pieces of the grandiose chandelier that hung over us seemed to rain down over my head. Everything was shifting dramatically in front of me.
The panting by my ears grew rougher, like a lion that wanted to eat me up alive.
He continued his thrusts for quite a while longer before my world finally shattered into the million falsities and lies that it was, in the blink of an eye.
The heat and moisture that he had deposited in me, marked his claim on me. He let his considerably larger body fall on top of mine.
The tattered remains of the carcass of pleasure was hurtled at me in a form that I did not want to face. It was only with the consolation and strength in knowing that at least it was you, that I could manage to smile in the face of such obsolete futility.
“…I love you.”
He gave no reply, just like I thought.