Mudoo - Chapter 37

Kang Tae-shin pushed Seula’s bra up in one swift motion. Her br3asts, surprisingly full for her petite frame, spilled out into the open air.

Seula instinctively sucked in a deep breath, trying to swallow her shame. Outside of bathhouses, she’d never shown her chest to anyone before.

Tae-shin stared—his eyes half-lidded, intense, and unblinking. She could feel the weight of his gaze pressing against her skin, tightening something in her chest.

Then, his large hands came up from beneath, cupping her br3asts and kneading them gently but deliberately. Every time his thumb brushed over the now-stiffened tips, her eyes fluttered shut, her body shivering at the strange, overwhelming sensation.

“You look like such a baby, but why’s your body this damn sexy,” he murmured before taking one of her n1pples into his mouth. His tongue circled it slowly, wetting it thoroughly, then sucked hard enough to make her hips twitch.

“Ah… Nngh…”

The sensitivity built fast—almost too fast. He wasn’t satisfied with just her n1pples, either. He pressed in, trying to take in as much of her soft chest as he could. Seula clutched at his head, panting through parted lips.

His hand slipped beneath her skirt. Tracing up her trembling thighs, he gripped her ass firmly, pulling her in. Her shaky breath and the tiny gasps slipping from her lips only stoked the fire in him.

His hand moved without restraint, wild and determined, and between her legs—there he was already. Hard, hot, and pressing right against her.

“Haah—s-stop…!”

The sharp cry burst out of Seula before she could stop herself. Embarrassed, she quickly clamped both hands over her mouth.

It was only then that Tae-shin finally lifted his head. His lips were slick with arousal, glistening faintly. Without wasting a second, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of his pants and underwear, yanking them both down in one swift motion.

His c0ck sprang free—hard, flushed a deep pink, and impossibly thick. The sheer size of it made her eyes widen. She couldn’t believe that had been hidden inside his pants this whole time.

Tae-shin grabbed her hands, still covering her mouth, and guided them down to his chest—firm and muscular beneath her palms.

“If you don’t know what to do with your hands,” he said, voice low and rough, “you can feel me up. Or grab my c0ck.”

Just like he said, Seula ran her hands over his firm chest. His skin was warm and smooth, stretched tight over solid muscle. Even when she poked lightly with her fingertips, there was no give—his body was dense, sculpted, almost unreal. She found herself quietly amazed.

But her breath hitched again when Tae-shin slid forward, closing the space between them completely. His lower body pressed flush between her thighs, his heavy length nudging insistently against her inner thigh.

He started to move—slowly, deliberately—grinding against her with just enough pressure to make her bite down on her lower lip. Every time his d1ck rubbed against her cl!t, a vivid flash of the climax from earlier rushed back to her, hot and overwhelming. Her body responded instinctively, slick and ready.

Everything about this was unfamiliar. Every sensation is sharp, new, and electrifying. Spots on her body she hadn’t even known were sensitive lit up under his touch, sending tiny jolts through her.

Tae-shin leaned down and buried his face between her br3asts.

“Are you scared?”

His voice was soft—probably the gentlest tone Seula had ever heard from Kang Tae-shin.

Of course. He only acted sweet in moments like this… She saw right through the intent, saw the heat behind his warmth—but still, it shook her. She couldn’t help it.

“A little?”

Tae-shin lifted his gaze, watching her face carefully. A faint smile played on his lips.

“Look at you, acting all cute now.”

“I figured… this might be the kind of moment you’d actually let me.”

“I’m always good to you, though. I’m not that cold, you know.”

“…”

“And what do you mean, ‘the kind of moment you’d let me’? That’s a weird thing to say.”

In that moment, Seula felt the blunt tip of his length nudge at her entrance.

“Ah—”

She gasped softly, squeezing her eyes shut, then blinking them open again, trying to steady herself.

Meanwhile, Tae-shin reached behind him and pulled a condom from his back pocket. He tore the wrapper quickly with his teeth, then slid it down over himself with one practiced hand.

Watching the whole thing, Seula furrowed her brows slightly and asked.

“Why do you even carry that around?”

“Any guy with basic common sense does,” he replied casually.

“You mean, because you never know when or where you might end up doing it?”

“I’m not that much of a player,” he said with a short laugh.

What was he thinking when he put that condom in his pocket? Did he already have a feeling something like this would happen tonight? Was he expecting this… with her? Or was it meant for someone else…?

“I can pretty much guess what kind of thoughts are running through your head,” he said, cutting into her spiral. “But it’s not like that. It’s just… practical. Like wearing socks when you go out. You might not need them, but you still put them on.”

“…”

“I don’t even know why I’m explaining myself this much,” he muttered, then leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her flushed cheek.

“Well, looks like it’s coming in handy tonight after all.”

Tae-shin gripped Seula’s hips and spread them apart. His length, slick and ready, slid slowly into the wet heat between her thighs.

“Hnn—”

A crease formed between Tae-shin’s brows as he let out a long breath, trying to handle the tight, pulsing pressure that clamped down on him. She was snug—almost too much.

He gently lifted her arms from where she’d been hiding her face, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of her nose as he did.

“Let me see you,” he murmured, exhaling softly. “Your face—show me.”

Tae-shin looked down at Seula’s face, twisted like she was on the verge of tears. Inside her, he could feel himself swelling—thickening with every passing second.

Some part of him—dark and base—wanted to grab her pale thighs, shove himself in hard, bury his c0ck deep and fast until it slapped against her. He wanted to hear the obscene, wet sounds, the sharp cries from between her teeth. He wanted to knead her soft br3asts like dough and push himself so deep into her untouched flesh that he lost all sense of himself, chasing release with violent thrusts.

But then he saw her face—pure, open, untouched like a blank white canvas. That innocent expression pierced straight into his gut and stopped him cold. That face stirred guilt. Stirred something… real.

“You know it’s just a crush.”

“Crushes… they always end.”

The conversation he’d once had with Hobun came back to him—late at night, at the pavilion.

Yeah. Someday, it would end. All of it.

A dull ache pressed against his chest. Tae-shin winced slightly, the bitterness rising in his throat hard to ignore. He held Seula tightly, as if trying to bury the feeling deep down. He lowered his head again—into the crook of her neck, against her chest—his breath trembling softly as it escaped him.

Even if this ends for you, I won’t know how to end it. There shouldn’t be anyone you have to bury in your heart forever.

But he already knew—if Seula ever left, the hole she’d leave behind would be deep, black, and endless. Climbing out of it would take an eternity.

Fear surged up suddenly, tightening around his throat.

Every time he tried to imagine the end, he saw himself alone again. No matter how many times he promised not to let clumsy emotions carry him away, every time he saw her face, heard her voice… it tore him open in two directions.

Sometimes, he even fell for the foolish fantasy—that if he could just live out her whole life by her side, maybe he could survive whatever came after.