Mudoo - Chapter 45

The firm edge of his tongue parted her folds. Her soft, sensitive flesh quivered at the touch.

“Haah…!”

It was so embarrassing she could hardly stand it—but she didn’t want him to stop. The lewd, wet sounds of him sucking on her cl!t echoed through the study. Seula clutched his head, pulling her hips closer to his mouth.

“Mm… mmh… ah!”

Kang Tae-shin grabbed Seula’s hips and spread her open. When his tongue flicked against her pulsing entrance, her lower body tensed, and slick arousal spilled out in a rush.

A hot, wet sensation pushed into her—his tongue sliding past her entrance, gently brushing against her inner walls. The feeling of it moving in and out made her vision flicker white. With her knees drawn up and legs spread wide, Seula squirmed, unsure of what to do with herself.

“Ah…! W-Wait, just—just a second.”

Despite her urgent plea, Kang Tae-shin stayed focused, thrusting his tongue deep into her inner walls. He forced his way through the tight space, pushing in all the way to the base of his tongue.

When that hot, solid muscle finally reached all the way inside, Seula cried out loud. Her slick arousal didn’t just trickle—it gushed out like a fountain.

Her bare chest, fully exposed to the air, heaved with every breath. Faint bite marks circled her n1pples, left behind by him. Sweat pooled between her br3asts and slowly ran down her skin.

Lifting his head from between Seula’s thighs, Kang Tae-shin wiped his mouth with the back of his arm. Then he reached into his pants and pulled out his fully erect c0ck.

He grabbed a condom from his pants pocket, rolled it down from the tip to the base with one hand, covering himself. Thick veins ran along the shaft, making it look a little intimidating. Seula glanced down at his size and swallowed hard.

“It’s not like it’s your first time. Why are you nervous?”

“It just… kinda gets me every time.”

“What does?”

Kang Tae-shin let out a short laugh and adjusted his grip behind Seula’s knees. Maybe it was because she was already so wet from earlier, but that intimidating-looking length slid into her surprisingly smoothly.

“Haah…”

Still, there was no ignoring the sheer size of him—her walls clamped down tight around him with barely any room to spare.

“You know,” he said between heavy breaths, “you should be used to this by now.”

Even Tae-shin had to squeeze his eyes shut for a moment, overwhelmed by how snugly she wrapped around him, like she was trying to swallow him whole.

With a low rumble in his throat, Tae-shin spoke as he gave a deep, solid thrust, pushing himself all the way in. Every ridge inside her tightened around him—so sensitive, it felt like he could feel every single fold. The friction as he moved sent a jolt straight down his spine.

“How the hell… ahh… am I supposed to get used to this?”

“You’ll manage—just spend as much time on it as I did writing my master’s thesis.”

Each time Seula let out a shaky breath, she could feel the fullness deep in her belly. Even just taking him in felt overwhelming—and then he started to move.

Unable to hold herself up anymore, Seula leaned back against the window. Tae-shin bit down a groan and began to thrust—hard and deep, his hips hitting hers with a sharp slap, slap each time.

Each time their hips collided with a sharp slap, the slick wetness pooled between Seula’s thighs splattered out. Combined with the lewd squelching sounds, the once-elegant study had turned into something shamelessly depraved in an instant.

Every time Tae-shin buried himself to the hilt, he made sure to grind against her cl!t, pressing down on it firmly. He rubbed against it from side to side, making her drip even more, then kept thrusting without a hint of restraint.

The shiver that shot down his spine spread all the way to his fingertips and toes. For someone with such a controlled, stoic face—his desire was heavy, intense, and absolutely unrelenting. It was like he’d decided not to leave a single drop of it behind.

“Ahhn… ugh, it’s… it’s too rough…”

Without slowing down for even a moment, Tae-shin leaned in and gave her earlobe a teasing bite.

“I am holding back. You better be able to handle at least this much.”

Tae-shin tugged on Seula’s lower lip with his teeth before plunging his tongue into her mouth with a wild urgency, completely unrestrained. As if twisting his hips and stirring her up from the inside wasn’t enough, he needed more—deeper, harder, messier.

The wet slick of him thrusting in and out, the sharp smack of skin meeting skin, the squelch of slick arousal—it all rang loud in her ears.

Seula wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, pulling his torso flush against hers. She rubbed her chest against him, her stiff n1pples dragging across his skin, aching and sensitive.

A sharp pang bloomed just beneath her ribs, sending a jolt through her entire body. It was like every nerve was standing on edge, trying to push its way out of her skin. On the verge of losing herself in that crashing wave of pleasure, Seula sucked hard on his tongue.

At that moment, her inner walls clenched down—and Tae-shin came, spurting deep inside with a hot rush.

It felt like her soul had shot straight out through her toes. Her entire body shattered into white noise, while the remnants of ecstasy still pulsed and throbbed between her legs.

Tae-shin thrust once more, slow and deep, before finally letting go of Seula’s lips.

“Haa…”

He rubbed against her cl!t with a lazy motion, then let his head fall onto her shoulder.

From between his clenched teeth came a low, breathy murmur.

“Fvck, that felt amazing.”

Seula closed her eyes, catching her breath before finally replying.

“That tone… you sounded like you were in your twenties just now.”

“Say the word and I’ll match whatever age you want.”

“A guy with ten graduate degrees probably shouldn’t be saying stuff like that.”

Tae-shin responded by gently nipping her cheek.

“Not letting you win a single word.”

At his crooked grin, the last bit of fatigue melted from Seula’s face.

***

After a refreshing shower, Seula was slowly strolling through the yard before bed. She stood there, lost in thought, staring at the skyscrapers beyond the outer wall.

Getting a job at a company that owns a building like that? Yeah, no chance in this lifetime. A few of the biggest corporate names flashed through her mind.

They weren’t even places she’d ever really wanted to work—not before, and probably not ever. She couldn’t figure out why the thought made her feel so envious. Like wanting to win the lottery without ever buying a ticket. This is all capitalism’s fault, she told herself, trying to shake off the ridiculous desire.

A chilly breeze swept by, and suddenly she was craving something sweet and tangy—fruit. That’s when Seula stopped walking. She’d found herself standing in front of the peach tree, the one that was always full of ripe fruit.

“…That’s weird.”

She’d thought it was strange the first time she saw it—and now, looking at it again, it still felt off. Even though she’d seen this tree countless times while staying here, it always gave her this oddly unfamiliar feeling.

Now that she thought about it, she hadn’t really noticed the peach tree much since the day she first arrived. Why was that? It wasn’t like fruit-bearing trees in the dead of winter were common. So why had she ignored it?

Seula absentmindedly reached out toward one of the peaches.

“Don’t.”

Tae-shin appeared out of nowhere and grabbed her wrist. She blinked in confusion.

“Why not?”

He had a strange look on his face—slightly flushed, but also… urgent. For someone who was always composed and cool-headed, the tension in him was startling.

“You can’t touch that.”

“…”

“I sprayed it with an insane amount of pesticide.”

“Oh. Pesticide.”

She watched his throat bob with a deep swallow. Seula gave the peach tree a side glance and asked,

“So… it’s just decorative?”

“Pretty much.”

“That’s wild. Fruit in the middle of winter? Can’t just be the pesticide, right?”

“Special kind. A special pesticide.”

“Right… special pesticide…”

It sounded sketchy from start to finish—but ever since she met Kang Tae-shin, her whole world had been filled with things that defied logic. So now, even something like special pesticide? felt believable enough.

“Excuse me!”

Someone banged on the front gate. It wasn’t Hobun. The voice belonged to an older man—deep, grounded, and commanding.

Seula looked at Tae-shin, who let out a deep scowl before heading to the gate. Clearly, this wasn’t someone he was thrilled to see. Then again, who drops by unannounced this late at night and isn’t a pain?

Since this was only the second visitor to show up since she’d moved in, Seula found herself curious. She tiptoed quietly toward the gate, making as little noise as possible.

She peeked out from behind Tae-shin’s shoulder—and then—

“Wha—!”

The man outside, dressed in a worn hanbok and a black gat, widened his eyes at the sight of her.

He clearly hadn’t expected a young woman to be here, especially at this hour. Seula, a little flustered from catching him off guard, gave a polite bow with a small, sheepish smile.

“Hello.”

“You—aren’t you Yeo-ok?!”

Yeo-ok.

This wasn’t a dream. The clothes she wore, the time she lived in—everything was completely different from the world in her dreams. And yet, this man had just called her Yeo-ok.

“How is Yeo-ok… here…?!”

He looked genuinely shocked. Tae-shin, standing between them, frowned deeply, clearly trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

“I… I’m Yeo-ok?”

Suddenly, heat rushed from the top of her head downward, like someone had poured boiling water over her.

Cold sweat began to break out across her entire body. The edges of her vision blurred, darkness creeping in fast. Her knees buckled.

And then—everything went black.