Mint Is Pure Love - Chapter 67

The first time he entered her came with a sharp, stinging pain. Maybe it was twice—her whole body had shivered under that strange wave of pleasure that swept down from head to toe. And with nothing more than his fingers and lips, Seokyung had sent Yeonseo crashing into a blinding climax.

She was embarrassed at how damp the sheets had gotten because of her, but Seokyung had been patient, soothing her with care. Still, the pain of that narrow space stretching open came without fail. She thought she’d already been softened and loosened enough, but it still hurt.

It’s because Cha Seokyung’s too damn big. Yeonseo, flushed from head to toe, wanted to grumble, but she couldn’t bring herself to say it out loud. After all, Seokyung was struggling too. His tip buried only halfway, stuck between moving forward and pulling back.

His gaze stayed locked stubbornly on where they were joined, sweat beading on his brow. The faint furrow between his brows made him look like he was having a hard time.

“J-just… put it all in, at once, Seokyung…”

For a beginner, it was a bold thing to say, but maybe that was just so very Ji Yeonseo. Seokyung let out a short laugh, almost disbelieving, his breath still uneven.

“Why… why are you laughing?”

When he chuckled, the place where they were connected seemed to throb. Whatever sensation he felt from that, his brows pinched together again.

“…You’re the same as before,” he murmured without even realizing he was the one with a fire at his heels.

“I just… don’t want you to be in pain. The first time’s supposed to hurt a lot, right?” he said quietly, almost to himself.

Of course it hurt. Something as thick as his forearm pushing into a space she barely noticed existed—it would’ve been overwhelming even with experience.

But it wasn’t one hundred percent pain. Beyond that dull, throbbing ache was something warm, something that sparked like tiny stars. She felt like if they went just a little further, those lights would stop flickering and burn steady.

Nervous, but mustering courage, she spoke.

“But… you’ve already got half in, right?”

It felt like he was filling her completely, more than halfway. If that was true, maybe she could handle the rest. No—she wanted to. That hope bled into her voice, but his expression turned awkward.

“…It’s not even halfway.”

“…What?”

“Only the tip’s in.”

He raked a hand through his hair, looking almost troubled. “You’re tighter than I thought,” he murmured under his breath. Her warmth, her softness, her unbelievable tightness—it was more than he’d imagined. She made him feel fragile, like he might break her.

The sensible thing to do was pull out, but his body refused to obey. With just the head inside, wrapped in latex, he was already on the brink. The way her entrance clung around him, squeezing hard, made release threaten too soon.

That was why he’d taken the edge off in the shower earlier—but if he was this far gone with only a little in…

And Yeonseo, pinned beneath him, was only making it worse without even trying.

“Ji Yeonseo… I told you to relax…”

“I am relaxed…”

Could a voice be a drug? Her trembling, breathless tone slipped into his ears like a sweet, dizzying aphrodisiac.

Seokyung leaned down, pressing his sweat-slicked chest to hers, his hardness mashing against her soft warmth. When her n1pples brushed against the firm planes of his muscles, a shaky moan slipped from her lips. The steady thrum between them—was it his heartbeat, or hers?

“Wrap your arms around my neck.”

Her long, slender arms slid up and hooked around him, and Seokyung hugged her tight, enveloping the delicate curves of her body. His lips brushed her ear as he whispered an apology.

“…Sorry for hurting you.”

With a deep, wet sound, he pushed in all at once.

“Ah—! …Hhh—!”

“Ha…”

Both of them froze, holding still. Seokyung fought hard to keep from letting go, riding out the crashing waves of sensation from head to toe. Yeonseo struggled to steady her breath, clinging to him as if he was the only anchor in this wide, uncharted sea.

He’d been telling the truth—only the tip had been in before. Now it felt like her stomach was full to bursting, like her insides had been rearranged just to fit him.

Her eyes watered, not from pain, but from something else entirely. From the cramped room in her tiny apartment to this moment, Seokyung had been methodically teaching her body pleasure, coaxing and building it up. The moment he was fully inside, the ache melted away, replaced by those fast-blinking stars she’d imagined.

She felt dizzy, like her head was spinning, like sensations were spilling endlessly out of her. This swell in her chest wasn’t from hurt, it was from the fact that the man moving inside her was Cha Seokyung.

The one she’d thought she’d lost forever.

Her eyes stung with sudden tears, not from pain, but from something else entirely. From the cramped little room she used to live in to this moment, Seokyung had been steadily teaching her body how to respond to pleasure.

The dull ache had only been there for that very first moment he was fully inside. After that, the stars she’d been waiting for began to burst into view, flashing rapidly in front of her eyes. Her head spun, and sensations spilled out of her like oil from an overturned bottle, dizzying and endless.

This rush in her chest wasn’t from hurt.

She had met Cha Seokyung again—someone she thought she’d never see except in a fragile “what if” imagined in her head. Back in Chungju, when Yeongeun talked about all the ‘firsts’ between a man and a woman, she’d silently wished every one of hers could have been with him.

And now, the heat pressed against her skin, the breath brushing her ear, the raw, unrestrained want digging deep inside her—it was Seokyung. That fact alone eased something tight inside her. He was the one she thought she’d lost for good.

“…Seokyung, what’s wrong?”

Yeonseo’s hands slid over his broad back as if to check on him. His shoulders trembled ever so slightly as he held her close. His breath at her nape was hot, his exhale against her ear strangely weighted—almost like he was crying.

“Seokyung…” She tried to push at his firm chest to see his face, but instead he just hugged her tighter.

“…It’s because I’m happy, Yeonseo. So happy.”

“…I’m happy too, Seokyung. So, so happy.”

Already clinging to him as tightly as she could, she pulled him even closer. Neither of them dared guess the exact meaning behind those words. For now, they simply shared each other’s warmth—both unfamiliar and deeply familiar all at once.

Their lips missed each other, but their bodies didn’t lie. Their heartbeats were honest, pounding in sync so closely they were indistinguishable.

“Haa…”

Strange. Could it… get even fuller?

Her eyes widened at the sudden feeling of something swelling inside her already tight belly—but the surprise lasted only a moment before her expression melted into a moan.

Seokyung’s thick, heavy length pulled out slowly… then drove back in, hitting deep.

“Hh… ah—! Ngh—! Haa… ngh!”

What started slow, with a steady rhythm, quickly lost all gentleness. Wet, solid slaps echoed through the quiet riverside cabin as damp flesh met damp flesh, each thrust shaking through her.

Her slender legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, her toes curling and flicking with every precise push that filled her completely, without a single miss.

“Ah… Seokyung… haah… ngh…”

“Does it hurt? Is that why…?”

His thrusts slowed at once, the single-minded urgency in his face giving way to something almost startled. He bit his lower lip, like scolding himself for losing control.

Yeonseo’s frustration flared. He’d been stroking, grinding, brushing against every inch inside her, winding her up to the very edge—and now he’d stopped. It made her want to grab him and beg him not to.

“No… just—faster—”

She didn’t even finish the sentence before he lifted her into his arms. Now straddling him face-to-face, the angle made every movement sink deep, dizzyingly so. His eyes were dark, dangerous, as he looked at her sitting wide and open over him.

“Mmh… so deep… all the way inside…”

“Stick out your tongue, Ji Yeonseo.”

“Huh…”

“Hurry.”

Her pink tongue peeked out, and his lips caught it immediately, his kiss possessive, like a promise to taste and claim every bit of her. The friction between them burned—above and below, all at once.

“Ah! Ah—! Ha… ahh—!”

His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he thrust up from below. Every push was deliberate, almost wicked in how it pinned her to him, but she couldn’t muster even a word of protest.

The door to that swelling, consuming pleasure began to open, and through her hazy vision she caught the faint glow of morning slipping through the gap in the blackout curtains. The sight was the final spark—everything went white in a single, blinding burst.

“Haa… Yeonseo… haa…”

She felt his hands slide on her waist, his climax stretching out, and a stray, fleeting thought crossed her mind—I bet the view outside is beautiful right now.

She wanted to see it with him. But before she could, her vision narrowed into darkness.