New Normal - Chapter 45

“Jisoo… are you okay? You’re really tense right now. We can stop, seriously…”

His voice was gentle, coaxing—trying to reassure her. But it didn’t seem like she even heard him. Instead, her arms wrapped tighter around his neck, clinging to him.

A bead of sweat rolled down Juwon’s forehead, sliding off and dropping onto her somewhere. But Jisoo, trembling with tension, didn’t even notice. She was too tightly wound, too consumed by everything happening inside her.

She was desperate. As if trying to help guide him in, her heel pressed against his butt. Startled, Juwon flinched and quickly pulled back.

The unintentional back-and-forth movement made her gasp, breath ragged. Even though it was just the tip teasing her, her whole body felt like it was tingling.

Eventually, Juwon pushed himself up halfway. Beneath the shadow he cast, Jisoo was breathing hard. As he looked down at her, watching her blink anxiously, he brushed his lips lightly over hers, which were trembling with tension.

“Then just endure it.”

The moment Jisoo gave a small nod, Juwon thrust his hips with more force.

Technically, he’d only gone a bit deeper. Just about halfway in. But even with just that, a rough, almost grinding sound echoed from inside her.

“Ahhng…!”

Watching Jisoo squirm in pain, clearly struggling to adjust, Juwon started to grow anxious too.

“This isn’t working. I don’t think we can do this right no—”

“Juwon… hng, l-let’s just change positions,” Jisoo cut him off, gasping through ragged breaths.

When Juwon hesitated, then finally pulled out completely, Jisoo inhaled sharply, a stinging sensation washing over her like part of her insides had been tugged out with him.

Eventually, his c0ck slipped out with a wet pop, leaving her pvssy, which had been tightly stretched around him, gaping and sore—so sore, it was almost numb.

Jisoo’s legs trembled, barely able to hold her up, but she forced her thighs together and pushed herself upright.

She gently pushed the awkwardly standing Juwon down to sit, then grabbed his shoulders, knelt between his legs, and spread hers again. Her hips, her pelvis—every part of her ached, and tears welled up in her eyes without warning.

Sniffling, Jisoo climbed on top of him, straddling his lap. She steadied herself and grabbed the base of his condom-covered c0ck.

Fumbling, she tried to guide his thick length to her entrance, but she was so out of it she couldn’t even find the right spot.

“Here,” Juwon murmured, helping her line it up.

Flushing with embarrassment, Jisoo bit her lip and slowly began to lower herself onto the tip.

But it still hurt. Even with the condom, he was just too big, and despite how wet she was, her entrance felt too tight and dry.

“Don’t push yourself.”

He gently soothed her, brushing her sweat-damp hair away from her forehead.

Jisoo nodded, still holding his c0ck, and began to rock her hips slowly, rubbing her folds softly over the tip like she was riding him without going in.

“Mmhh…”

“Haa…”

His dark brown eyes never left her, intense and unrelenting, and his breath was hot against her skin. Maybe that was why a slow heat began to spread through her lower belly, and her n1pples hardened in response.

Wiggling her toes slightly, Jisoo relaxed her body as much as she could and positioned his tip at her entrance. She inhaled sharply, like she was bracing herself, then exhaled in one long breath—and dropped down in one swift motion.

“Haahng!”

The sharp sound of something stretching—pop—rang out, just as the sensation hit her like she was being split in two.

Juwon gasped, his breath catching.

The pressure felt like it was crushing her all the way up to her chest, and Jisoo couldn’t breathe. She clung to him, trembling uncontrollably.

When she tried to lift herself off, her breath hitching, the movement sent a jolt of pain through her and a cry tore from her throat.

“Hngh… ahh… haah—”

“Don’t… move,” he whispered.

When he warned her in that rough, cracked voice, Jisoo gave a small nod.

Her whole body felt foreign—stiff and tense from the sharp pain that she’d never experienced before. The mix of stinging ache and electric pleasure kept coming in waves, leaving her helpless.

“H-how do I even…”

Meanwhile, watching her—eyes brimming with tears, looking up at him like she didn’t know what to do—Juwon felt a tight ache bloom in his chest.

God… why does this—Why does this feel so damn good?

It was a kind of pleasure he’d never felt before. Had s3x ever felt this good?

He felt like he was going insane from how good it was. All he’d done was slide in, but it already felt like he’d come several times over. She was so small and tight, and he was just… too big.

And yet, even as those shameless thoughts crossed his mind, a part of him felt guilty—like he was some depraved bastard.

Because she wasn’t even wiping away her tears. She was just trembling, unable to do anything else.

In the end, still buried deep inside her, Juwon slowly began to touch her br3asts, gently cupping their fullness.

But every time his fingers brushed over her n1pples, her walls clenched tight around him again.

The way her pvssy gripped his c0ck—like it was about to crush him—made him feel like he was about to come again.

No… he might’ve already come. More than once, even.

Every time her body tensed, his entire frame flinched—muscles tightening and loosening in turns.

But despite all that, his c0ck didn’t soften. If anything, it grew even harder, still buried deep inside her slick heat.

This isn’t good.

Thinking he should at least change the condom, Juwon started to pull out.

But every time he moved, she cried out in pain.

He kissed her trembling lips as she whimpered nonstop, saying it hurt, and forced himself to be patient—every inch of him on edge.

He brought his thumb down to her cl!t, gently rubbing it. It was meant to help her relax, to ease the tension… but instead, her pvssy suddenly loosened—only to clamp down around him all over again.

In that instant, it hit him like a bolt of lightning—his spine jolted, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

He came.

No doubt about it—he came, hard.

At the same time, maybe it triggered something in her too, because Shin Jisoo let out a raw, animalistic cry and collapsed on top of him.

Still clinging to her limp body, Juwon finally gave in to the relentless pulsing inside her and released in long, deep bursts.

“Hah… haah…”

He tried to steady himself with deep, ragged breaths, but his c0ck was still rock-hard, pulsing like it had no intention of softening anytime soon.

It felt like he’d been thrown back to his teenage years—when no matter how many times he jerked off, it just kept getting hard again.

Jisoo, slumped against him, limp and spent, finally stirred. Maybe she’d regained a bit of consciousness, because she slowly lifted her head.

Grabbing her tear-streaked, flushed face, Juwon crashed his mouth onto hers, pushing his tongue deep into her open lips.

While still kissing her, he shifted their position and laid her down in one smooth motion.

With Jisoo sniffling beneath him, he began to move his hips slowly, easing in and out. He didn’t thrust all the way to the base—just pulled back slightly, then slid in again, teasing.

“Ah—hnng, mm, haa—! Ngh…”

Jisoo couldn’t think straight anymore.

His movements weren’t even thrusts—they were more like slow, grinding strokes, deliberately rubbing against her.

All she could hear was the faint, wet squelching and the subtle squeak of the condom sliding against slick skin, again and again.

There were no deep plunges, no loud slaps of skin on skin. Just the quiet, relentless friction that drove her mad in a completely different way.

But her toes curled tight, and her calves tensed like they were about to cramp. Her nails dug deep into his shoulders, leaving marks in his skin.

Through tear-blurred vision, she could make out his half-lidded eyes—glazed over with heat. His breath came in ragged gasps, jaw clenched, muscles twitching under the strain.

Even though his movements were slow and gentle, a dull ache of pleasure began to rise inside her, spreading steadily.

But then, just as he started to go a little deeper, her body suddenly recoiled—tensing up in a way even she didn’t understand.

“Haah—w-wait, just a second!”

Jisoo cried out sharply. Her desperate voice, coupled with the sudden, strange reaction of her body, made Juwon freeze instantly.

He looked down at her, wide-eyed and breathless, trying to steady his own breathing.

“Haah… what’s wrong?” he asked, concern filling his voice.

Jisoo realized her legs and pelvis were locking up—as if her body was instinctively trying to protect itself from something.

Out of nowhere, a searing pain tore through her lower belly, sharp and slicing like knives from the inside.

Cold sweat trickled down her spine. Her legs trembled uncontrollably, her breathing grew shallow, and her vision started to blur. The pain was overwhelming—so intense she couldn’t even find the words to explain it.

“Are you okay? Was I too deep?” Juwon asked, his voice laced with worry.

Chae Juwon’s voice was thick with concern, and his hand brushed gently over her face, careful not to hurt her.

But Jisoo just shook her head, unable to speak. All she could do was cling to his shoulders.

A sharp pain radiated from her rock-hard abs, and at the same time, it felt like something deep inside her had slammed shut with a click.

“I-I think I’m cramping… my stomach… it’s spreading to my thighs… I-I can’t move…”

Her body was locking up, moving against her will—pushing him out like it had turned into a wall.

The stabbing pain in her lower belly came back, sharper than before, like knives raking through her from the inside.

As the unbearable pain surged through her, Jisoo instinctively started a survival breathing pattern she’d learned somewhere—inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale.

She tried to consciously relax her body, but something overwhelming—fear, pain, or maybe both—kept bubbling up uncontrollably.

A tense, electric current seemed to spread from her lower abdomen, down between her knees, and the tension clamped down hard around her vaginal entrance.

The inside of her thighs trembled like they were cramping again, and her pvssy—once just sore—was now going numb, like it had been frozen solid.

“I… I feel like I’m going to die…”

The unbearable sense of something foreign inside her, combined with the unfamiliar and intense contractions, made even Juwon wince and groan, his face tightening in concern.

The soft, hot tightness from before had vanished. In its place was a heavy, almost unyielding grip, pressing in on him from all directions.

As he instinctively tried to move, hoping to escape the rigid pressure, the way her insides clamped down on him—like they were resisting, refusing to let go—made him freeze.

His breath caught. He couldn’t move anymore, not forward, not back. Locked in place, he was just as frozen as she was.

“Shin Jisoo. Hey—stay with me. Are you okay?”

Jisoo was trembling violently. Her arms were rigid, her eyes unfocused, pupils trembling slightly as if she couldn’t quite see.

Juwon immediately sensed it—she was in pain.

What he felt inside her wasn’t just tightness. It wasn’t the usual pressure of her walls clenching around him. It was something else entirely—like her body was instinctively trying to expel him, treating him like an invader.

A deep, instinctual fear surged through him—one that warned. If you move now, you might hurt her.

“I’ll stop. I’m pulling out, okay? Just try to relax…” he whispered quickly, gently.

With slow, careful movements, he wrapped his hands around her waist, trying to ease her tension.

And as if his body understood the urgency before his mind could, his c0ck finally began to soften on its own.

“…Juwon…” she murmured.

It was the moment she closed her eyes—like she was finally letting go.

Juwon pulled out immediately.

At the same time, Jisoo gasped sharply, her pupils dilating then shrinking again. Her gaze was unfocused, her face pale and dazed, just a breath away from losing consciousness.

“Jisoo, stay with me! Are you okay?”

“I… I can’t breathe… I feel dizzy…”

“Shin Jisoo!”

He gathered her in his arms, her skin clammy with cold sweat. Her body felt cool to the touch, and instead of answering, she let out short, broken gasps.

In that instant, Juwon had only one thought.

“The ER. We’re going to the ER.”