Swallowed - Chapter 32

Jaeha didn’t stop there, as if the intensity wasn’t enough for him. He grabbed Se-yeong’s legs and draped them over his shoulders, folding her body in half. The new position tightened her already constricted walls. Jaeha pulled his hips back, only to thrust in again with swift force, determined to break through her resistance.

His rigid length seemed to carve a new path inside her, igniting a fiery heat deep within. The friction against her already inflamed walls made every movement feel like her body was burning from the inside out.

“Ahhh… ngh, hngh…”

Se-yeong felt like she was on the edge of madness, caught between the sensation of either losing her mind or her life. Her hands instinctively pushed against Jaeha’s chest, trying to create some distance, but it was futile—he didn’t budge. Unable to endure it any longer, her fingers curled, nails dragging lines across his smooth skin, but even then, Jaeha didn’t falter. He continued, his erection growing even harder with every thrust.

“Haa, haa…” His ragged breathing filled Se-yeong’s ears, his harsh exhalations blending with the sounds of their bodies colliding, making her feel even more overwhelmed.

Jaeha sank his teeth into Se-yeong’s shoulder, using his chin to pin her in place while his hands slid down to firmly grip her hips. The pressure from his grasp alone made Se-yeong feel like she might break. He spread her apart, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pulled her open wider, allowing him to thrust even deeper. His length was buried inside her so fully that it felt like it might never come out.

“Haa, I’m going to cum… now,” Jaeha gasped, his voice strained with both pleasure and desperation. His body trembled for a moment, and Se-yeong couldn’t think anymore. All she could do was feel—the weight of him pressing her down, his presence filling her completely, as if nothing else existed. Every time his length twitched inside her, she felt her body respond involuntarily, trembling along with him.

As Jaeha’s strength finally gave out, he collapsed on top of her, his chest heaving. Se-yeong’s shoulder was damp with his sweat and saliva. Managing to turn her head slightly, she could just make out his face—eyes squeezed shut, still riding the waves of release. The sight of him in that state made something inside her tighten again, and she felt his length give one final twitch.

“Ugh…” she groaned softly, her body reacting in sync with his one last time.

“Are you… okay?” Jaeha stammered, uncharacteristically nervous as he carefully watched Se-yeong. Her breathing was still shallow, and she hadn’t fully regained her senses, but hearing the tension and concern in his voice helped her snap back to reality. Below her waist, her body felt completely foreign. Her mouth was dry, her lips cracked, and she couldn’t find her voice, so she simply nodded.

Seeing her pale face, damp with cold sweat, and the faint swelling around her eyes, Jaeha’s chest tightened, and his hands began to tremble. He hadn’t intended to hurt her this way. Not knowing what to do, he just stood there, his vision blurring from a mix of panic and guilt. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to push down the overwhelming emotions.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, his voice shaking.

Se-yeong, slowly blinking back to focus, looked over at him. There was something about the tremble in his voice that made her feel strangely amused. When she saw the tears gathering in his eyes, a small, unexpected smile tugged at her lips. She shook her head, signaling it wasn’t necessary to apologize, but Jaeha’s expression only crumpled further in guilt.

Since words failed her, she decided to express her feelings by pulling him into a hug. Startled, Jaeha hesitated, not wanting to crush her, so he propped himself up on his arms beside her. But truthfully, Se-yeong wouldn’t have minded if he had pressed down on her fully. It gave her a sense of comfort, a security she couldn’t easily explain.

Although the burning sensation in her lower body lingered, her strength was slowly returning, and it wasn’t as excruciating as before. She adjusted her body slightly to make space for Jaeha to rest more comfortably, though even the slightest movement sent a sharp tingle through her. She let out a long, heated breath as Jaeha gently wrapped his arms around her back and head, holding her carefully.

“I lost my mind for a moment. Are you in a lot of pain?” Jaeha asked, still clearly affected by the lingering guilt. Even now, his body was still sensitive to her, but the weight of his guilt overshadowed any pleasure. He knew he should have been more considerate, especially since it was her first time.

Wanting to stop him from blaming himself, Se-yeong playfully pinched his cheek, forcing him to lift his head and meet her gaze. She felt something strange—he was on the verge of tears, yet she found herself wanting to laugh. Why did she feel this way when he was struggling so much because of her? Why did her heart flutter even more knowing she was the cause of his emotional turmoil? You’re really something, Han Se-yeong, she thought to herself.

“It’s okay… I felt the same way, too,” she whispered, her voice soft and a little shy. Jaeha’s face twisted with emotion as he tried to hold back his tears. Despite his guilt and the pain they both felt, he couldn’t help but be moved by her kindness and understanding.

“For some reason… I feel like we’re… connected,” Se-yeong started, but stopped herself, closing her mouth with a smile before she could finish. Jaeha, desperate to hear the rest, gently touched her lips, silently urging her to continue.

“Like we’re truly one…” she finally said, her voice quiet but full of meaning.

Thump, thump. His heart pounded so hard that Jaeha felt his entire chest shake as he exhaled shakily. Han Se-yeong had this incredible ability to make him cry and smile all at once, effortlessly.

Their eyes locked, and without knowing who moved first, their lips met. At first, it was just a soft press of lips, then they paused to share each other’s breath. By the third kiss, their tongues slowly intertwined, not out of lust, but in a gentle, intimate dance. It was a deep connection, one that went beyond mere physical pleasure. In that moment, they communicated more through touch than words ever could.

When they finally pulled apart, gasping for air, the separation felt unbearable, so they kissed again. Their breaths mingled, their tongues met, and their connection deepened, no longer caring whose saliva was whose. It felt as though they were two parts of the same whole, like they had been meant to be one from the very beginning.

Without even moving his hips, Jaeha suddenly climaxed. The condom, already damp from their earlier encounter, became even slicker with his release.

His mind was hazy, as if he were floating. His body felt heavy, as though soaked in water, but his heart was full, bursting with a sense of satisfaction and completion.

***

“Ah, eat,” Jaeha said, offering her a spoonful of warm porridge. Se-yeong couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. She hadn’t eaten porridge in years, yet here she was, having it for the second time since meeting Jaeha.

After thoroughly cleaning her and applying ointment, Jaeha had insisted that she stay in bed and rest. He wouldn’t even let her get up from the bed, declaring she needed complete rest.

They hadn’t woken up until after noon, at which point Jaeha had gone out to buy porridge and other necessities. Originally, the plan had been for Se-yeong to go home and gather her things today, but with her energy completely drained, resting seemed like the only option. There was no rush anyway—everything she needed for tomorrow’s class was already in her locker.

“Is it too hot?” he asked.

“No, it’s fine,” she replied with a small smile.

Jaeha didn’t like leaving food unfinished, so even though Se-yeong didn’t have much of an appetite, she ended up nearly emptying the bowl. It wasn’t that she had wanted to eat so much—it was more that Jaeha had been feeding her directly, and she hadn’t found the right moment to tell him she was full. Though she felt like being treated as an invalid wasn’t entirely necessary, she couldn’t deny that she liked the way he took care of her. In fact, it made her feel a little warm inside.

“You’re the youngest in your family, right?” she asked, shifting the conversation.

“Yeah, I am. I only have an older brother, and all my cousins are older than me too,” Jaeha responded.

“Then how did you get so good at taking care of people? You’re so thoughtful and considerate.”

Hearing her compliment about his attentiveness made Jaeha’s face light up with a bright smile. Se-yeong, seeing him smile like that, couldn’t help but return the expression.

“It’s because it’s you, sunbae. Honestly, I’ve never taken care of anyone like this before.”

“Not even once?”

“Nope. Who would I even take care of?”

That made sense. Knowing what little she did about his family, Se-yeong figured his mother, with her personality, probably wouldn’t have let her son lift a finger. The idea of him taking care of anyone else must have been unheard of. If his mother knew he was fussing over his girlfriend like this, she might faint.

“You must have been doted on growing up, but you’re also really good at giving back. You’re practically perfect.”

“You’re an only child, right?” Jaeha suddenly turned the conversation back to her.

The question made Se-yeong’s smile fade slightly. However, Jaeha didn’t notice her subtle change in expression as he busied himself clearing the empty dishes and getting some water for her.

“Yeah, I’m an only child,” she said, her voice quieter.

“Here, have some water,” he offered.

“Thanks.”

As she reached for the cup, her hand trembled slightly. When she noticed the ripple in the water, Jaeha steadied her hand, making sure she had a firm grip before letting go.

“People say only children are used to being the center of attention, but you don’t seem like that at all,” Jaeha remarked, watching her carefully.

“Really?”

A faint, self-deprecating smile touched Se-yeong’s lips as she stared down into the cup. After a moment of watching the water ripple, she took a small sip.

“Maybe I grew up loved, but when it comes to you, sunbae, I just want to do everything for you. If you’re with me, you don’t have to lift a finger. I’ll take care of it all.”

His sincerity was clear, and that lifted Se-yeong’s spirits just a little.

“You’re going to spoil me. What if I start mistaking your kindness for something I’m entitled to?”

“It’s fine. I’m doing it because I want to. You don’t have to do anything…” He hesitated, his words trailing off before he grinned. He decided it was better not to say more. He didn’t want to risk saying something that might make Se-yeong pull away or put distance between them.

Noticing his pause, Se-yeong blinked at him curiously. What had he been about to say? Now that she knew he’d held back, it piqued her curiosity even more.

“Go on, tell me,” she prodded.

“It’s a secret.”

“…”

His confident response, coupled with that carefree smile, left her speechless. No matter how hard she tried to guess what he was thinking, she couldn’t. It was clear he had no intention of spilling it either, as he cleared the cup and tray without another word.

When he returned, his hands were filled with something different—desserts they had bought the day before.

“Time to replenish your sugar levels,” he said with a grin.

“Alright, but stop moving around so much and just come sit with me. I need you here more than I need sweets,” Se-yeong said casually, but her words made Jaeha’s heart flutter. He chuckled nervously, wondering if she even realized the power she had over him. Did Han Se-yeong know that with a single word, she could send him to either heaven or hell? If she did, she was truly something else. But even if she was being mischievous, he didn’t mind. He liked hearing her say things like that, even if it was just to make him happy.

When he sat down beside her, lifting the blanket, he noticed that beneath the long T-shirt, she wasn’t wearing anything. The sight of her bare legs stirred something in him, but he pretended not to notice and settled down next to her, their bodies pressing together. Her warmth spread to him, and for a moment, he worried that she might have a fever.

“Do you feel warm? I’m not sure if you have a fever…” Jaeha murmured as he lightly pressed the back of his hand to her forehead. Still concerned, he placed the tray aside and leaned in, touching his forehead to hers.

Se-yeong felt a bit flushed, but it didn’t seem like a fever. Even so, she stayed still as he checked, only to realize that his forehead felt warmer than hers.

“Are you the one with the fever?” she teased.

Jaeha laughed softly, realizing she was right, and leaned in to give her a quick kiss. His lips briefly brushed hers before pulling away, a gesture sweeter than any of the macarons he had brought.