The Cruel Beast’s Desire - Chapter 18

Kang Hayeon was cruel.

She nonchalantly brought up past memories, then immediately hesitated. Did she even know how maddening that was?

He was still Kang Hayeon’s personal pushover.

His once fervently boiling heart turned frigid. He stopped his lips from blurting out anything rash, swallowing everything down, but the thirst inside him wouldn’t subside, making him impatient.

He hadn’t sought out Kang Hayeon to do something new. He just needed to protect everything that was his, as originally intended.

This flirtation was started by Kang Hayeon, and he just had to play the pushover as she wanted.

It was Kang Hayeon’s turn to be used and discarded, not his.

No matter how much he resolved himself, he didn’t like that it was the same place, a place filled with their memories.

Her body, devoid of control, followed Yoonjae’s lead. Even as they headed to Hayeon’s bedroom, he couldn’t stop the violent kisses fueled by extreme thirst.

It had only been a few days since Hayeon had stayed here, but her scent permeated every corner.

Hayeon, who had been trembling, subtly changed.

“Looks like this place is okay.”

He broke their kiss and stared at Hayeon. Seeing her eyes change every moment, it seemed the swimming pool was the initial problem, and now she was contemplating whether it was okay to sleep together.

He had no intention of giving Kang Hayeon  that choice from the start.

There was no reason to suppress the surging heat.

He slipped his hand inside her swimsuit, which had already dried. Every time he grasped her tender skin, it felt like a sweet scent was released.

“Hmm.”

An involuntary moan escaped her lips.

He wanted to tear off the swimsuit that barely covered her and rub their bodies together. The fabric, which functioned well in the water, was just cumbersome outside of it.

He grabbed the straps of the swimsuit, which boasted a close fit, and pulled them down on both sides. Her full breasts were revealed before his eyes.

Exactly the same shape he remembered. No, it seemed she had lost a little weight.

Tsk.

He clicked his tongue without realizing it. He roughly brushed away Hayeon’s arm as she tried to cover her chest.

“Haa.”

Her chest rose and fell with Hayeon’s breath.

“Stop looking.”

“It’s not the first time. Even if it was a long time ago, I touched and fondled them. Did I just do that? I sucked and kissed them too.”

Was it just her breasts?

He slowly lowered his gaze and hand. He grabbed the swimsuit that was hanging near her navel and slowly pulled it down.

As the swimsuit was removed, her white skin was revealed.

He knelt down and completely pulled the swimsuit down to her feet. Every visible spot was a place he had touched. The feeling of their deep connection vividly resurfaced. Perhaps sensing his heated gaze, Hayeon tightly pressed her legs together.

Why bother hiding it when she would be wide open soon?

He tried to insert his palm between her tightly pressed legs to pry them apart, but Hayeon resisted, tightening her legs even more.

“Stop… stop looking.”

Yoonjae was about to stop anyway. Knowing what kind of taste was contained in the hot spot before him, it was hard to endure any longer.

Yoonjae buried his face in the spot before him.

“Ahht.”

Not hiding his blatant desire, he delved deeper and deeper.

The legs that had barely held on with strength, due to the ticklish and dizzying sensation, gave way. Yoonjae hugged Hayeon as if to support her. The swimsuit that had been caught on her white feet fell to the floor with a thud.

They fell onto the bed as if collapsing. The well-cushioned bed swayed greatly under their weight.

Hayeon’s eyes, wide with surprise, had a faint red tinge around them. He wanted to see those eyes, already filled with heat, become even redder.

The thought of seeing her completely lose her reason and scream according to her instincts made his lower body, covered by the swimsuit, feel so swollen it was about to burst.

He slowly lowered his gaze as if appreciating her. He ran his sticky gaze over her slender neck, which he could grasp in one hand, past her trembling jawline.

Her full breasts had a luscious glow. He pressed and stroked the area that was a slightly darker color than her skin, which was reddened with heat. Hayeon bit her molars as if trying to suppress the moans that were bursting out while trembling. Yet, her rough and hot breath escaped through her tightly closed lips.

Yoonjae stared at Hayeon like that for a while, then bit down on her luscious skin.

Hayeon’s trembling waist heaved greatly, but she was pinned under Yoonjae’s large body.

Just biting and licking sent a tingling sensation throughout her body. Heat bubbled up in her lower abdomen. She felt a throbbing ache and a hot sensation pooling below.

Her body, which knew the pleasure he gave, quickly regained its memory and instinctively craved greater stimulation.

“Haaht.”

Hayeon, captivated by a thrilling instinct that made her completely forget her purpose, continuously exhaled hot breaths.

“Haa haa.”

His large hands easily penetrated every part of her body. No, her body was naturally opening up and preparing to accept him with the touch of his skin.

Her body, wanting to accept him as it became hot and wet, heaved. Yoonjae was leisurely, as if determined to tease her. So were the lingering movements of his tongue licking her skin and his hands caressing every corner of Hayeon’s body.

If the bulge hadn’t touched her thigh, she wouldn’t have known his desire at all. He was slowly and calmly conquering Hayeon.

It was quite different from the urgent and rough kisses in the swimming pool.

The more relaxed Yoonjae was, the more tormented Hayeon became. It was because of the memories that filled her head more than her body, which was heated by his touch.

The passionate sex they had together, the words he sweetly whispered in her ear, stirred Hayeon’s mind.

But even that was quickly blown away by the explicit stimulation.

“Ahheuk.”

His hand, which had penetrated between her skin, pressed and rubbed her sensitive spot. Hayeon twisted her waist at the slow yet heavy stimulation. The gesture to escape the stimulation only led to greater stimulation.

Without realizing it, she reached out and caressed Yoonjae’s body. When she stroked the bulge on top of his completely dry swimsuit, Yoonjae, who had been burying his face in her chest, finally raised his head.

A thrilling pleasure arose at the sight of Yoonjae frowning and growling lowly. He pretended to be relaxed, but she knew that if the desire he had been suppressing burst out, it would be beyond Hayeon’s ability to handle.

Yet, she wanted to see him driven by instinct rather than restraining himself in a way that didn’t suit him.

She wanted to be a woman who could still shake him.

Even if it was a futile desire, she wanted to shake him to his core and ruin him. Only then could she drop him into the hell she had spent the last seven years in.

“Do you have the spare capacity to think about other things right now?” Have I been too lenient?”

Yoonjae, who had regained his composure, chuckled.

“I guess it was getting a little boring.”

One of Yoonjae’s eyebrows twitched.

“What? Boring?”

“Yeah. It’s about to become uninteresting.”

“It seems your body is more honest than your words.”

This time, Hayeon’s brow furrowed.

“Your mouth keeps lying, spouting hateful words, while down there, you’re flooding with water again.”

She couldn’t deny it.

Yoonjae’s fingers were inside her intimate flesh, moving lewdly. The squelching sound was clearly audible to Hayeon’s ears.

The sticky and obscene sound, as if amplified, penetrated her ears and into her mind.

It was a touch without any mercy.

“Then I’ll have to make your mouth say the same thing as your aroused body.”

“!”

“In a way that’s not boring.”

Yoonjae detached their bodies and raised himself. Cool air surrounded her body, which had been freed from the weight pressing down on it.

As Hayeon shrugged her shoulders, Yoonjae threw off his swimsuit.

Facing an object with an even greater presence than she had remembered, she felt as if she was suffocating.

“…Ah.”

Hayeon’s lips slightly parted. The crimson flesh glistened between them. It was so tempting she wanted to chew and swallow it.

He covered her lips and inserted his tongue through the gap. As he roughly swept over her tender mucous membrane, Hayeon moaned. Every time their skin brushed against each other, it felt like a strong current was running through her spine.

Her body, succumbing to the desire for even greater pleasure, was groping for her path, caressing her tender skin.

Unable to hide his hot desire, he slowly delved into the wet spot. Her tender flesh, accepting something foreign, opened tightly.

“Ahheuk.”

With the difficult entry, he slowly moved back and forth. The bodies intertwined with the slow yet heavy stimulation heaved greatly. Hayeon, her face contorted, tightly closed her eyes.

“Kang Hayeon… open your eyes.”

Hayeon shook her head with her lips bitten.

“Look straight at me. See who I am.”

Hayeon’s eyes, with her eyelids lifted, were filled with tears. And she slowly moved her hips. As they made eye contact, moans escaped from both of their lips with the rhythmic movement.

As the hot and slippery lubricant became abundant, the speed of their hip movements increased. The vision they had been sharing gradually blurred.

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