Chapter 66: Be My Silly Girl

Joon-ho’s hips pressed forward, the thick head of his cock parting her with almost no resistance. Ji-hye was soaked—her slick heat clinging to him instantly, coating every inch as he eased himself inside. Her head fell back against the pillow with a shuddering exhale, her thighs trembling as her pussy stretched around him. "Ahhh—" the sound slipped out, breathless, almost dazed. He paused for just a moment when he was halfway in, the weight of his body pressing over hers. His eyes stayed locked on her face, watching every twitch of her lips, every little gasp. Then he sank deeper, smooth and slow, until his hips were flush with hers and she could feel him filling her completely. Ji-hye’s fingers dug into the sheets. The fullness was overwhelming—thick, hot, and unyielding—and yet her body welcomed it, wet walls clutching at him as if trying to keep him there. "God... you feel so good," Joon-ho murmured, his voice low and rough, the heat in it rolling down her spine. He began to move—long, steady thrusts that let her feel every ridge, every stretch. She whimpered softly, her legs spreading reflexively. It wasn’t conscious—it was instinct, her body urging him deeper. Each time he withdrew, she tilted her hips up just enough to meet him again, chasing that delicious friction. Her hands slid up his arms, gripping his shoulders, and she pulled him down toward her. "Kiss me," she whispered, the plea almost lost in the sound of their breathing. He didn’t hesitate. His mouth claimed hers, his tongue sliding past her lips as he thrust into her again. The kiss was hot, needy—her moans spilling into him with every movement of his hips. Her calves brushed his sides, toes curling as he angled his hips differently—deeper now, each stroke making her gasp. And then she felt it. The blunt pressure at her cervix, the way it made her body twitch in surprise. Her back arched, a startled moan breaking free. "Ah—there—" "Mm," Joon-ho’s lips dragged along her jaw, his voice brushing her ear. "You like that? You want me hitting right there?" "Yes... yes..." her voice was already breaking. He grinned against her neck. "Good... ’cause I’m not stopping." His pace quickened, hips snapping forward with more force now. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room—slick, wet, urgent. Her pussy clenched hard around him at each thrust, the sensation of him driving so deep she swore she could feel him in her belly. She was barely keeping control, every sharp poke to that tender spot making her muscles seize. And then his angle shifted again—just a fraction—but enough to send a direct jolt of pleasure to her G-spot. Her eyes flew open, a choked cry spilling out before she could stop it. "That’s it," he said darkly, watching her writhe beneath him. "Let me hear you. Don’t hold it in, Ji-hye." Her legs trembled against him. "Joon-ho—ahhh—" "You sound so fucking good when you moan like that." His thrusts were purposeful now, hammering that sweet spot over and over, each one forcing another helpless sound from her lips. Her nails raked over his back. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe without it hitching. Her walls pulsed tight around him, the pleasure winding hot and fast in her core. "I—ah—I’m..." "I can feel you," he grunted, sweat dripping down his temple. "You’re gonna cum, aren’t you? Cum on my cock, Ji-hye. Milk it." The command tore through her last shred of control. Her cry was loud, raw, her body locking up as the orgasm crashed into her. Her pussy clamped hard around him, pulsing with wet heat, pulling him in. Joon-ho didn’t slow—if anything, he thrust harder, chasing his own peak. Her climax dragged his from him, his hips slamming flush with hers as he groaned and spilled deep inside her. She could feel the hot rush of him filling her womb, the pulse of each spurt making her moan through the aftershocks. Her arms came up around his neck, pulling him into a kiss—sloppy, breathless, but full of the kind of heat only that moment could create. When he pulled back, his cock was still thick and twitching inside her, his breath ragged. She could feel the steady throb against her inner walls, the way he hadn’t softened at all. Her thighs were still loose around him, her hips languidly rolling. She bit her lip, glanced away shyly, then looked back at him. "Don’t stop..." Joon-ho’s lips curled into a slow, dangerous smile. "I wasn’t planning to." Before she could react, his hands slid under her hips and lifted with effortless strength, flipping her as though she weighed nothing. The sudden shift left her gasping, palms sinking into the mattress as he guided her onto all fours. Her hair tumbled forward, framing her flushed face, and her fingers clutched at the sheets to steady herself. Cool air swept over her bare skin, a sharp contrast to the molten heat between her thighs. She could feel everything—how open she was now, how the curve of her ass was shamelessly presented to him, how her pussy was dripping with their mingled release and glistening in the low light. Her cheeks burned hot enough to sting, but when his hand smoothed up over her thigh and cupped her hip, she felt her body responding before her mind could catch up—her pelvis tilting up and back, her ass arching higher as if begging for him. The movement made her ass give the faintest jiggle, and she knew he saw it. Her voice came out low and almost taunting, though her breathing betrayed her arousal."You’re not done with me yet, right?" His reply wasn’t verbal—it was a sound. The hard, wet slap of his hips colliding with hers as he drove into her in one long, unstoppable stroke, burying himself so deep her eyes flew wide. "Ahhh—!" The cry was sharp, her whole body lurching forward from the force of it, her arms trembling to keep herself upright. Both his hands locked around her hips now, the grip firm enough to leave marks, holding her in place as he began to move. The pace was rough from the start—deep, rhythmic thrusts that drove her forward against the mattress, only for him to yank her back into him again, making her take him all over. "God, you feel even tighter like this," he growled, his voice thick with heat. His gaze raked down her back to where their bodies met. "I can see every inch disappearing inside you... and you’re gripping me like you don’t want to let go." Her fingers twisted tighter in the sheets, nails scraping the fabric. "It’s... it’s deeper," she panted, her voice trembling between the jolts of pleasure. "I can feel it so much—ahhh—" "Say it," he demanded, his thrusts punctuating the command. "Say you love being fucked like this." "I—I love it!" The words burst from her without thought, her voice breaking with a moan halfway through. "I love it from behind—ahhh—it’s so good—so deep—" Her moans grew messier, her mouth hanging open as he slammed into her, the slick impact of his hips and the wet slap of his balls against her skin creating a filthy rhythm that echoed in the room. Her mind was unraveling, every coherent thought breaking apart under the waves of pleasure. She could feel herself teetering on the edge again, the heat in her lower belly twisting tight. "If you keep cumming like this," she gasped between ragged breaths, "I’m... I’m gonna be... a silly girl—" Joon-ho’s body curved over hers, his chest brushing her back, his mouth finding her ear. His voice dropped into something dark and intimate, his breath hot against her skin."Then be my silly girl. I’ll still keep you. I’ll make sure you can’t even walk tomorrow." The words sent a fresh rush of heat through her, making her moan loud and unrestrained. Her hips began meeting his thrusts on instinct, pushing back into him, each movement making the wet sound between them louder, filthier. The air was thick with the smell of sex, the sound of their bodies colliding, her broken cries, and his low, guttural grunts. Every slam of his hips sent her forward, every pull back dragged her into him again, relentless, claiming, and raw. Downstairs, Harin sat in the living room with an open bottle of soju on the coffee table. She’d poured herself a third shot without realizing it, the warm burn doing nothing to quiet the sounds filtering faintly down the staircase. She lifted the glass halfway, paused, and listened—Ji-hye’s moans reaching her in ragged waves. Her lips curved into a faint, almost wistful smile, though there was a pinch of something else in her chest. She tossed back the soju in one go, the liquid hitting her stomach heavy. A moment later, she was unbuttoning her shirt. The soft fabric slid from her shoulders, pooling at her elbows before she shrugged it off completely. Her fingers drifted lower, undoing the clasp of her bra and letting it fall beside her on the couch. She didn’t bother turning off the lamp. Her hand slid down her stomach, fingers curling into the waistband of her shorts. She pushed them past her hips, taking her panties with them until they were bunched at her knees. The sound of Ji-hye’s voice—high, desperate—rolled through the air again. Harin’s fingers found her own heat without hesitation. She was already slick, the mix of loneliness and arousal making her touch all the more urgent. Her breath deepened as she rubbed slow circles over her clit, eyes half-lidded. Upstairs, Ji-hye’s moans climbed higher, Joon-ho’s voice cutting through in low, commanding bursts. Harin’s hips shifted against her hand, her fingers working faster now as she imagined the scene above her. The wet slap of skin against skin echoed faintly in her mind, each sound sparking a sharper ache between her legs. She bit her lip, trying not to moan too loudly—but when Ji-hye’s voice cracked in the throes of another climax, Harin’s back arched off the couch, her own release hitting hard and fast. Her body trembled as she lay back, breathing uneven, the faint noises from upstairs still threading through the air. She reached for the soju again, her fingers brushing the cool glass. It was going to be a long night.