Chapter 49
Chapter 49
“Huuh…”
If I couldn’t do anything about the length, maybe the girth could shrink a little—just a bit smaller and I might’ve been able to manage. But for some reason, it felt like he was getting even bigger.
Was this even humanly possible? The way it felt like he was stabbing all the way to my belly button—how could that make any sense?
Even the old motel bed couldn’t hold up anymore, creaking under us. When he slammed into me hard, the creaking got louder; when he slowed down and just teased the edge, the only sounds were our w*t, ragged breaths. That probably made the noises from outside sound even clearer.
At first, I thought I’d misheard—it was such a frenzied moment—but then someone knocked, knock knock, and my heart dropped.
“Wan-yi, are you asleep?”
It was Dad. He was standing right outside the door, calling for me. I lay frozen on the bed, startled, turning my head toward the door.
Dad knew I was here. But he didn’t know I wasn’t alone. If he did, he might’ve already gone to fetch an axe and broken the door down. How disappointed would he be if he found out I was lying here, bottom half bare, tangled up with a man without a second thought for the consequences?
Clack, clack. The sound of the doorknob twisting echoed through the room, followed by Dad’s voice asking, “Is it locked from the inside?” Panic shot through me. I instinctively tried to sit up, afraid he might really come in—but I couldn’t move.
“It’s okay. The door won’t open.”
“Stop,” I whispered.
“Why?”
“Because if this keeps up…”
“You’re worried your dad might see us? That he’ll catch me inside you?”
He murmured in my ear like he was sharing some secret. Horrified, I tried to push him away, but of course that was impossible.
Shin Chi-woo pressed my shoulders down with both hands, stopping me from rising. Then he slid his hands lower, locking his grip firmly around my waist—making sure I couldn’t escape.
“She’s still asleep… guess I’ll need to wake her soon.”
“She mentioned wanting a bit of time to rest alone, so I told her she should. Just in case, I suggested she lock the door.”
“She’s never gone through something like this before… no wonder she needs space.”
…Mmph.
A second voice—short-haired, female—joined the conversation. I clamped my lips shut, doing everything I could not to make a sound as their voices reached me clearly through the door.
It sounded like she was trying to stop my dad, fabricating a story I’d never told as if it were true. Which meant… she knew. She knew I was here with Shin Chi-woo. Whatever we were doing inside, it was clear she knew and had chosen to keep it secret.
“What about the master key?”
“I have it, just in case of emergency.”
“I really should wake her soon… but I suppose it’d be better for you to go in than me. She might be in the shower or something.”
“That’s probably best, sir.”
“Alright then, I’ll leave it to you. If she doesn’t wake up, unlock the door and go in.”
“Yes, I will.”
No, this is insane… No one can come in. Please, don’t come in!
I shook my head desperately, silently screaming that this couldn’t happen—but Shin Chi-woo didn’t care. If anything, he started thrusting harder. His face made it clear: he was enjoying this. Enjoying watching me squirm with guilt.
“But… since I’m keeping track of the time right now, why don’t we give it just a bit longer?”
“Well, she did go through a lot at the factory… I can understand wanting to be alone for a while.”
“I think so too, sir. Let’s wait just a little more. If she’s still not awake, I’ll go in myself.”
That was clearly meant for us—her message to Shin Chi-woo and me. Dad, unaware, simply agreed with her reasoning.
Click. Tap.
The sound of a door opening and closing echoed faintly. My heart nearly burst—but thankfully, it was the room next door, not ours.
Since no voices could be heard in the hallway, the short-haired woman must’ve taken Dad back into the other room. That way, he wouldn’t catch Shin Chi-woo coming out. We’d bought ourselves some time, so I let out a small sigh of relief—but I was still in a very difficult position.
I silently mouthed, Let’s not do this. Please stop, trying to get through to him. But with my hips trapped under his grip, I couldn’t twist to push him out. We were still connected below, so I couldn’t even kick him.
At the very least, I tried pushing his shoulders back, even hit his chest—but he didn’t budge. The more panicked I became, the more desperately I tried to escape, the more persistently he pushed in and tormented me.
“Wan-yi, are you asleep?”
“Nnngh… you crazy bastard…”
“Wan-yi, open the door for me.”
“Stop… please stop…!”
As the hallway grew quiet again, Shin Chi-woo leaned in closer. Then, like a madman, he started slamming his p*nis into me, mimicking my dad’s voice in a low whisper, Open the door, Wan-yi. From the way he looked at me—anxious and trembling—it was obvious he was getting even more turned on.
“What, scared your dad will catch us having s*x?”
“Ugh… y-you bastard…”
“And who’s the one f*cking a bastard like me?”
“Haa…! Ahh…!”
“It’s you, Seo Wan-yi. The one getting f*cked by me, huh?”
Shin Chi-woo wasn’t even pretending to hold back anymore. He pressed down and drove into me with everything he had. But of course, we couldn’t keep doing this all night. At some point, he’d have to finish. Our mixed fl*ids made a w*t, sticky sound as he started picking up pace again.
Haa… just finish already…
But the moment I realized the end was near, a new fear crept in. We hadn’t used protection. What now? I’d let myself get carried away in the heat, and now I was the world’s biggest idiot for thinking about this too late. I had to stop him somehow.
“Don’t… don’t finish inside. Please…”
“It’s fine.”
“No… I mean it, don’t…”
“…I’m tied.”
“……?”
“I had a vasectomy.”
Did he really…? No, that had to be a lie.
Then again, if there was anyone who’d hate an unplanned pregnancy more than me, it’d be Shin Chi-woo. The man I knew would go to extreme lengths to prevent any unpredictable outcome.
I didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but even on the island, people had called him a monk, a eunuch—said he was absurdly abstinent. Even Dad had mentioned something along those lines.
So maybe it was true. But still… just because he wasn’t into women didn’t mean every man like that got a vasectomy. I couldn’t wrap my head around it—it was hard to fully believe him.
And yet… as messed up as everything had been, Shin Chi-woo had never lied to me. At least, not when it mattered. But this wasn’t about Dad’s disappearance—this was something intensely personal. If he was lying about this, it would be a much bigger deal than just getting caught mid-s*x.
“It’s true.”
“…Really?”
“You won’t get pregnant.”
“Haa… even so… please, pull out…”
Before I could finish, he suddenly lifted my thighs in both hands. My knees pressed up against my chest, and our joined bodies were exposed—he could clearly see himself slipping in and out of me. Watching that, he started thrusting harder and faster.
“Nnnh… aaah… ahh, hnn…”
He slammed into me with such force it felt like I might split in two. His firm pelvis collided with mine again and again, and every time it did, a tiny swollen spot was jolted, drawing all the blood in my body downward.
Sure, the stretched, aching part of me still hurt terribly. But somewhere within that dull pain, a strange pl*asure started to creep in, and I couldn’t tell whether I wanted to stop or give in.
It felt like… like my brain didn’t have enough memory to process all of this. The overwhelming sensory overload of s*x had reached its limit, and I felt like I was glitching out.
Maybe that’s why… at some point, even my moans stopped. Eyes squeezed shut, hands clinging to his shoulders, I was caught somewhere between enduring the pain and savoring the pl*asure.
“Huuuh…”
That was the loudest groan I’d heard from him so far. He was human too, and even he had limits. He grabbed my hips tightly and pushed in deep, moving in slow, wave-like thrusts.
Then, with a low moan, he snapped his hips several times in sharp, powerful motions. He was clearly coming—but he didn’t stop. Over and over, he kept slowly grinding his p*nis inside me, making a mess of everything.
“The time… Someone’s going to come in at this rate.”
“Let them.”
“Please… just let me go, okay?”
“……”
“I can’t leave Dad alone… please…”
Begging, nearly in tears, I pleaded with him—and finally, our bodies, once joined as one, separated. As he pulled out completely, a gush of s*men spilled from me. But the ache below was so intense, I couldn’t move an inch.
