Swallowed - Chapter 31 (M)

Se-yeong shuddered at the low, hoarse voice, but her legs felt too weak to move. Her thighs were numb, and it felt as though her legs didn’t belong to her. She wasn’t even sure they were still attached to her body, prompting her to touch them just to make sure. Even then, the sensation in her hands felt off. Whether it was numbness or something else, her legs only trembled in small spasms. When she tried hitting her legs with her fists, Jaeha stopped her, telling her not to.

“It’s… strange, hngh…”

Jaeha gripped her so tightly that it hurt, causing Se-yeong to bury her face in the bed and stifle a groan. Slowly, her feeling began to return as he massaged her firmly. He spread her legs apart and kneaded from the insides of her thighs, pressing down gently but firmly. The tension that had built up in her legs started to unwind like a tangled thread under his touch.

“Are you feeling okay?” he asked.

Seeing the worry etched on Jaeha’s face as he checked her expression, Se-yeong nodded to reassure him that she was okay. It was just that the position had been too much for her body, causing it to tense up suddenly. Though she hadn’t regained her full strength, she was able to endure.

When Jaeha noticed the slight tears welling up in Se-yeong’s eyes, his heart softened. She reached out her hand, though he couldn’t tell if she wanted help getting up or to be held. He chose the latter. As he lay on top of her and embraced her tightly, Se-yeong let out a faint chuckle, as if surprised that he’d chosen to hug her.

“If it’s too much, just say so. We can stop anytime,” Jaeha said gently.

Despite the firm pressure of his thick arousal pressed against her stomach, Jaeha was still being considerate. Se-yeong appreciated that, shaking her head to signal she was okay. Though her body still felt slightly numb, she didn’t want to stop either.

Instead of replying verbally, Se-yeong lifted her hand and gently stroked his cheek. Jaeha took her hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing it softly. While he did this, his thigh slipped beneath her legs, slowly finding its place as he shifted his weight, gently grinding against her. His erection brushed against her thigh, sliding in a slow, deliberate motion, as if the only intention was to feel her against him.

“Did you ever think you’d end up having sex with me?” he asked softly.

“…”

“Even after we graduated?”

Jaeha’s fingers pinched and teased her chest, causing Se-yeong to squirm slightly. His hot palm pressed firmly against her breast, rubbing in a way that felt as if he was trying to extract the truth from her heart. It was as though his hand was a lie detector, silently telling her that lying would be pointless, pressing down on her left breast as if to say he was feeling for her truest emotions.

“If…”

Se-yeong opened her mouth to speak, but only a deep sigh escaped. Her breath was unsteady, and her heart pounded so loudly that it felt impossible to speak clearly. The frustration of not being able to express herself made her feel like she might burst. She almost wished she could use text-to-speech to communicate her feelings instead.

“It’s okay. You can take your time, say it slowly, one word at a time,” Jaeha reassured her, kissing her gently all over her face, as if to calm her impatience. When his lips brushed against the corner of her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttered in response.

“Ha… if we… umph,” she tried to speak again, but struggled to get the words out.

Se-yeong bit her lip in frustration, feeling embarrassed that she couldn’t get even a single word out properly. Her pride was starting to crumble. She squeezed her eyes shut, then slowly opened them again, taking a deep breath to calm herself. Jaeha remained silent, patiently waiting for her.

To manage her words, Se-yeong employed a technique she had practiced countless times. She broke down the melody of her speech into small parts, using only two tones with minimal variation in pitch. By altering the length of each sound, she created a rhythm that made it possible to speak without it seeming too much like singing. Despite how much she had practiced, it wasn’t easy, and her words often got tangled up. But Se-yeong wanted to convey her feelings to Jaeha as naturally as possible.

“If… if it were to happen… I thought… it would be with you…” she finally managed to say. Though her words were slightly awkward, she formed a full sentence, and as soon as she did, a blush spread across her cheeks, and her eyes sparkled with a mix of relief and joy.

Jaeha, on the other hand, looked like he was about to cry. He pulled her tightly into his arms, his chest heaving and his shoulders shaking.

“Me too. I couldn’t think of anyone else but you. You’re the only person I’ve ever wanted to hold, to kiss, to touch,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

“…”

“That’s why… I’m so happy right now, I could die.”

The deep, affectionate tone in Jaeha’s voice was so intense that Se-yeong couldn’t help but tremble. Jaeha lifted his upper body slightly, carefully parting her legs again, watching closely to ensure she wasn’t in pain. When he saw that she was fine, he spread her thighs wider, almost to a 180-degree angle, with her knees naturally bending. Feeling a bit shy, Se-yeong brought her hands up to her chest.

“They say if you feel a lot, your body relaxes, and it opens up more easily,” Jaeha murmured as he gently caressed her vulva with his fingers. Perhaps from how thoroughly he had tended to her earlier, the area seemed even more swollen and sensitive now. His tender touch made Se-yeong flinch, as though he were handling something incredibly delicate and precious. Each time his fingertips brushed lightly against her clitoris, it felt as if all the blood in her body was rushing downward.

“Hnngh, stop, d-don’t…” Se-yeong gasped, her breath catching in her throat.

Tap, tap, tap. Jaeha lightly tapped her vulva, startling Se-yeong. Instinctively, she tried to close her legs, but Jaeha easily stopped her, delivering a firmer tap this time. It wasn’t painful, but the sensation of being tapped in such a sensitive area made Se-yeong’s face flush bright red. To make it worse, every time his fingers made contact, there was a slight wet sound that only added to her embarrassment. Her arousal had already flowed down to her entrance, making lewd noises as his hand touched her.

As Se-yeong trembled in confusion, unsure of how to react, Jaeha slowly slid two fingers into her entrance. His fingers pressed and stroked inside, finding sensitive spots that made her hips involuntarily jerk in response. He leaned down, gently biting her nipple with his lips.

“Ahh!”

“The amount of wetness is no joke. Can you hear this?” Jaeha murmured, emphasizing the slick, intimate sound with each movement of his fingers.

Jaeha pushed his fingers deeper inside her, twisting and stirring as if searching for every sensitive spot. The quick, fluid movements created a faint, wet sound, as if there was an overwhelming amount of moisture building up inside her.

Se-yeong didn’t want to believe such lewd noises were coming from her own body. She squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head in denial, but Jaeha mumbled, “So naughty…” as he persistently worked his fingers. His movements were relentless, his fingers sliding in and out rapidly, teasing her most sensitive inner areas. Feeling like she was about to lose herself again, Se-yeong instinctively clung to Jaeha, pulling him close.

“Hnngh, ah…”

“Here? Does it feel good here?” Jaeha asked, his voice low, as he continued to focus on the spot that made her squirm.

“Ah… n-no, stop… ah…” Se-yeong gasped, barely able to form words.

Se-yeong was overwhelmed by a strange sensation, as if her insides were spiraling out of control, her body running wild beyond her ability to contain it. At the center of it all were Jaeha’s fingers, driving her to the brink of madness. In her desperation, she clung to him with such force it felt like she might crush him. Jaeha buried his face against her chest, breathing heavily, muttering curses under his breath as he lost control.

“Aah…!”

And then, he thrust deep inside her. Se-yeong’s eyes flew open, but she couldn’t see anything. Her breath caught in her throat, and time itself seemed to stop.

“I feel like I’m going to… break,” she gasped, her voice tight and trembling.

Jaeha gritted his teeth, trying to endure the overwhelming sensation. He had timed it perfectly, thrusting into Se-yeong at the very moment she was lost in pleasure. Though he succeeded in entering her in one go, it felt as if he was forcing himself into a space far too tight. The pressure was so intense that it seemed like his erection was being flattened. The discomfort was almost unbearable, and for a moment, he considered pulling out. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Despite the pain, he refused to let go. Even if it meant never being able to use his body in this way again, he didn’t want to be separated from Han Se-yeong. It was a strange and stubborn determination.

As Jaeha held firm, a change began to occur in Se-yeong’s body.

“Hngh… ah… haah…” she moaned, her voice trembling, as her body slowly began to adjust to the sensation.

Se-yeong’s legs stretched out uncontrollably, her toes curling with the intensity of the moment. Her inner walls, which had been pressing tightly against Jaeha, suddenly became slick with heat, like molten jelly enveloping him. The muscles inside her seemed to pulse and contract rhythmically, almost as if they were breathing, tightening around him and then releasing.

“S-sunbae, if you do that… ngh,” Jaeha stammered, trying to call out to her, but he quickly realized that Se-yeong wasn’t doing this on purpose. She was trembling, gripping the sheets tightly, her body responding instinctively. Her inner muscles seemed to have a life of their own, squeezing and pulling on him in waves.

Jaeha couldn’t hold out any longer. His vision blurred, turning red, as if his entire body was overheating, his senses overwhelmed. His head buzzed, and it felt like every part of him was about to burst from the tension.

“Ah! Hah! Ngh, ah!” he cried out, unable to contain the flood of sensations any longe

As Jaeha began thrusting harder, Se-yeong’s moans grew sharper, and her inner walls clung to him, refusing to let go. Moving on pure instinct, Jaeha drove his hips forward, his mind too clouded to think. His thrusts were deep, pulling out and then slamming back in, his tip scraping along her inner walls even through the condom.

“Ugh, nggh…”

Propping himself up on his arms, Jaeha moved with force, driving his hips down as though he were hammering into her. His body was tense with restrained power, his core muscles flexing so hard they felt like they might tear through his skin, veins bulging in his arms. The sound of their bodies slapping together was like the steady beating of a drum, and each thrust sent Se-yeong’s arousal splashing everywhere.

“Hah, hah!” Se-yeong’s breath came out in ragged gasps as the relentless force of his movements pushed her body further up the bed. Jaeha followed her every movement, determined to stay connected. His hand gripped her shoulder tightly, holding her in place as he ground his hips in slow circles, intensifying the sensation.

“Hnnngh…” Se-yeong groaned through gritted teeth as he stretched her open from the inside. The sensation of being filled and pried apart was overwhelming, making her bite down so hard she thought her teeth might break, but she couldn’t relax.

“Uh, hngh… Jaeha… ah…” she whimpered, her voice trembling with the intensity of it all.

Even though Se-yeong’s eyes were open, it felt as if she had lost her sight. All she could perceive were fragmented glimpses of Jaeha—his trembling jaw, the tightly clenched teeth, the strong line of his neck. His lips parted slightly, and through them, her name slipped out, “Han Se-yeong…”

Just hearing her name in his voice sent a wave of something akin to pleasure shooting through her mind. It wasn’t just physical—it was a jolt that seemed to connect directly to her core, making her body respond instinctively. She shivered, her senses heightening as the world blurred around her, her focus narrowing solely to him.