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I couldn’t tell whether I wanted to feel more of this pleasure or if I wanted to escape from it.
“Hngh, ugh, no, no, stop it, ah, ahhk!”
The inside clenched and trembled, rippling like waves.
My stomach tensed up, growing taut, and even the insides of my thighs stiffened.
My hands and feet were still trembling uncontrollably.
My back arched as if pressing against my belly, and in that moment, I released.
Even as I climaxed, I couldn’t believe it—I felt hot tears trickling down my cheeks.
I had no idea when tears had begun welling up in my eyes.
As I came, my entrance instinctively tightened around Ateol’s fingers, clenching down hard.
If he had moved even a little just then, I might have ended up sobbing.
Fortunately, he remained still until I had spilled everything.
Not long after, when my body finally went limp, he carefully withdrew his fingers.
Yet, even after they slipped out, my entrance didn’t close right away.
I could feel it myself—the way my hole remained open, slightly gaping and slack.
So when Ateol lifted my legs and placed them over his shoulders, I already knew what was coming next.
“…….”
As I stared up at him in a daze, he smiled.
His crimson eyes were drenched in heat.
“You shouldn’t see it that way.”
“What… I can’t…”
“I wish I could show you a mirror.”
I must look terrible, but now is hardly the time to check.
I turned my head away, only for Ateol to grip my leg firmly.
“You’ll have to hold on tight. You might slip because of the sweat.”
“I don’t care. Just do whatever you want.”
“I’m not sure if you’ll even have the mind to say that soon.”
With those words, Ateol pulled me even closer to him.
My face flushed hot again as his slick tip brushed against my still-relaxed entrance.
His thick, round head eased its way inside, but that was the easy part.
Ateol was far thicker than three fingers—there was no comparison.
thought I was stretched enough, but I was wrong.
“Ugh… it hurts…”
I whimpered softly, but Ateol only turned his head and pressed a kiss to my foot.
The scent of oil lingered in the air.
Slowly, carefully, he pushed in, coaxing me along the way.
Bit by bit, he sank deeper.
I tilted my head back, gasping, as the thickest part of him stretched me open.
Once it passed through, the rest slid in with relative ease—relatively speaking, at least.
“Ahh… ngh… it hurts… I can’t breathe…”
I groaned and looked up at Ateol.
His golden hair was disheveled, and his feverish eyes met mine.
I had assumed he would have the same unreadable expression even during sex, but that wasn’t the case.
For some reason, that realization stirred something within me—whether it was satisfaction or pleasure, I couldn’t tell.
How long had we been locked in each other’s gaze?
“……Hhk……!”
Ateol grabbed my ankle and pushed himself in all the way.
His forceful thrust filled me completely, making my stomach feel tight and stretched.
Through the thin layer of skin on my abdomen, the outline of his shaft was clearly visible, rounded and pronounced.
My vision blurred as I nearly blacked out.
I trembled, unable to even breathe, when Ateol bent down and kissed me.
My legs gave out, but after the kiss, he lifted them again, resting them on his shoulders.
My entrance, stretched impossibly wide, quivered in small spasms.
The muscles inside clenched so tightly I couldn’t release the tension.
Ateol bit his lip, his voice husky with a strained moan.
“Don’t squeeze so hard… I can’t move.”
“……Uhngh……, I-I can’t, ah……!”
He said he couldn’t move, but that was a lie.
Ateol grabbed my legs, pulled his hips back, and then slammed into me with force.
Lights flashed before my eyes. I couldn’t think straight.
The wet sounds of flesh meeting filled the air as Ateol thrust into me several more times.
His thick cock rubbed against my inner walls, pressing against them with overwhelming force.
The pleasure was sharp enough to send chills down my spine. He lifted me a little higher, pulling out only to push himself back in again.
“Ah…! A-Ah! Ahhh!”
The spot Ateol had been teasing with his fingers earlier was swollen and unbearably sensitive.
Now that he was hitting it directly, I felt like I was losing my mind.
A strangled cry tore from my throat as my body writhed against him.
Sweat made my legs slip off his shoulders again and again, until I didn’t even have the strength to hold them up anymore.
Noticing this, Ateol caught the backs of my knees, pulling me closer as he drove into me even harder.
The wet, obscene sounds grew even louder.
The slap of skin against skin, the slick noises of our bodies moving together—it was impossible to ignore.
My toes curled, my hands clenching the sheets in a desperate attempt to ground myself.
The guttural moans spilling from my lips sounded animalistic, embarrassing, yet utterly impossible to hold back.
“Hnn… S-stop, s-stop…!”
My body was being pushed up the bed with every thrust.
Whenever I was about to be shoved too far, Ateol would grab hold of me and drag me back down.
My vision blurred, colors bursting behind my eyelids.
What little remained of my rational mind melted away under Ateol’s relentless movements.
His cock stretched me open completely, pressing deep, bruising my insides.
The pain faded, replaced by a pleasure so intense it was almost terrifying.
“Yuri…”
“Nngh, ah… ahhh! Ah…!”
Without thinking, my hands reached out, grasping onto Ateol’s arms.
There was nothing else I could hold onto.
Ateol stretched his arms forward, folding my body nearly in half as he pressed my legs down firmly.
Our lips met.
The moans spilling from my mouth were swallowed by his.
As we shared a messy, fevered kiss, Ateol murmured against my lips.
“Can I finish inside?”
His voice was thick with ragged breaths.
Dazed and unable to process his words, I simply nodded
I didn’t even fully understand what he was asking.
I only realized what he meant when I felt the sudden heat flooding my insides.
“Ah… hnn… Ahh…”
“Fuck…”
The semen was thick and plentiful.
After releasing inside, Ateol pulled away slightly and withdrew, gripping his own length as he spilled the remaining seed over the entrance where he had just been.
As he pulled out, the sticky, clotted semen inside oozed out in heavy globs.
My body trembled sporadically, unable to regain control, twisting this way and that.
The lingering heat of pleasure fizzled through me like carbonation, sharp and tingling.
My insides throbbed, sore as if bruised, yet feverishly warm and tingling, while my head swam in a hazy daze.
“…Yuri.”
When I glanced at Ateol, he reached out a hand toward me.
I thought he might be offering to take me to the bathroom, but instead, he pulled me onto his lap and, without hesitation, pushed himself back inside—still slick with his own release.
“Ah— w-wait, not like this…!”
“We’re far from done.”
‘That’s your problem.’
But the words never left my lips.
Ateol moved as he pleased, keeping me seated on top of him.
Like a ragdoll in his grasp, I had no choice but to be swayed by his hands.
The embers that hadn’t fully died out reignited in an instant, and before I knew it, the hands that had been pushing him away were now wrapped around his neck.
Doing it while sitting was different from lying down.
My body trembled helplessly as he pierced me from below.
My upper body collapsed forward, leaning entirely against him.
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