Small and Fragile Things - Chapter 19

His voice—soft, coaxing, almost sweet—was just another overwhelming stimulus pressing down on me, on top of everything else.

“You cry so pretty.”

Just hearing that made my ears burn, and I felt like my brain might melt. When I finally managed to glance his way, there was a faint smile tugging at his lips.

“Ah…”

A sudden question bloomed in my chest. Am I making him happy?

The bridge of his nose, marked by that long scar, crinkled a little. That face—why did it look so damn beautiful? And he looked… pleased.

Where, in someone like you, is there anything broken?
That kind of talk—it suits someone like me, not you.

“Bunny. Do you even know what your face looks like right now?”

He smiled so gently. I’ve never met anyone softer than him.

“I should put you in front of a mirror and make you cry.”

Maybe it was too much. Too intense. I stared at him, completely dazed, my mind drifting somewhere far away—and then his expression hardened.

His voice dropped, dark and heated.

“Open your mouth.”

A chill ran down my spine. When I parted my lips, the hand that had been kneading my chest rose and wrapped around my throat. He tilted my head all the way back, and then his mouth crashed into mine.

It wasn’t a kiss. It was an invasion.

There were no thoughts left after that.

Even when his fingers slipped lower and didn’t just tease me but actually pushed inside—when I flinched at the strange, unfamiliar pressure—even then, the idea of pushing him away only flickered faintly in my mind before vanishing completely.

All I could do was cling to him and let the pleasure rain down like a summer storm, drenching me to the bone.

“You should be looking at me.”

I hadn’t even realized I’d closed my eyes. When I opened them, something in my chest squeezed tight.

It was the smile—cruel, beautiful, stretched across that face I couldn’t stop staring at.

Even while I was panting, I couldn’t look away.

Have I gone insane?

Maybe my brain’s all messed up from skipping my meds. I wouldn’t be surprised.

Every time he thrust his fingers inside, my legs trembled. My hips jerked involuntarily. And I still couldn’t stop looking at him—like I was glued to his face, like I was his.

My moans spilled out uncontrollably. His c0ck throbbed harder and harder between my thighs. Tears ran down my cheeks, and it all felt far away—hazy and unreal.

“I…”

This is so messed up. He’s pushing me over the edge, and yet… I don’t hate it.

The way he looks at me and smiles like that, I like it. I really, really like it.

“I… want to remember this. Even if just this—ah, mm!”

As I barely got the words out, his face suddenly froze. And then I broke again. I burst into tears—don’t even know why. Maybe because deep down, I knew I’d forget this moment, and the thought of that scared me.

He stared at me, unblinking. A dimple appeared in his right cheek as he smiled again.

“You even know how to be adored.”

Before I could react, he shifted. Grabbed both of my legs, lifted them, and folded me to the side like I weighed nothing. Then his hand moved again—wild, almost frenzied.

The pressure, the way he dug into me—it was deeper, rougher, almost brutal. And yet, the pleasure it dragged out was unbearable.

“Ahhh…!”

Squish, slap, slap— the obscene, wet sounds echoed in the air like water being splashed in a tub.

The faster his fingers moved inside me, the more I moaned, filthy and helpless.

“Ahh, ahh! Please—nng, stop…”

“But you should know,” he growled, voice low and rough, “being loved by someone like me? It’s only going to hurt you.”

I couldn’t move. My legs were trembling violently, and all I could do was shake under him.

“Because you’re already—”

“Haaah…!”

Whatever he whispered, that was the moment everything broke inside me.

My back arched hard, and my whole vision went white. I couldn’t hear anything anymore—everything went quiet. It felt like I’d fallen off a cliff, plummeting endlessly with no ground in sight.

What is this…?

I’d never felt anything like it. I didn’t even know if it was good or bad.

Then, his voice slid into my ears like silk.

“That means you like it.”

Even in the fog, his voice reached me so clearly. Like it was waiting for me.

“…I do.”

Saying it made it real.

The exhaustion that followed—thick, sweet, and warm—settled over me like a blanket. My bl00d felt like it was burning, then chilling, my body floating again.

But I wasn’t scared. Not at all. Because he said it was okay. Because he said it was good.

“You’re going to be sore for days.”

As everything faded—my thoughts, my awareness—I felt his hand on my face, wiping away tears, brushing back messy hair.

“Did it hurt?”

Did it?

No. Not really. By the end, it had felt so good my toes curled.

The way he hugged me afterward, like he didn’t want to let go… it was warm. Cozy, even.

So I shook my head.

“You’re sweet,” he whispered, voice echoing softly.

“I… you…”

I think I said something more. I just can’t remember what.

***

“Damn it.”

Muk-hyun frowned, watching Irang sleep like someone had flipped her off like a switch.

His hand was still wet with her. Just moments ago, she’d been so warm—but now her skin was cooling fast, and he didn’t like that. Not enough to do anything about it, though.

“…Tch.”

He stared down at the woman curled in his arms. Her pale skin was covered in marks—none of them gentle. Red and raw, they’d look worse in the morning. He looked at them and felt the usual twist of disgust… but no regret.

If anything, he was annoyed. Stupidly, she’d turned out to be way more his type than he’d expected.

“Little bunny…”

She’d shaken like hell, and still taken everything. Almost made him go too far.

“This wasn’t the plan.”

He was just supposed to scare her a bit. Make her back off.

Sure, he could’ve crossed the line—but he was planning to leave her alone. Let her walk away. Hell, it would’ve been smarter to not touch her at all.

“Just a dumb bunny…”

Maybe it had been too long since the last time. Or maybe the way she flinched when she thought about someone else—someone who’d hurt her—just pissed him off more than it should’ve.

Muk-hyun shut his eyes and rubbed the scar on his nose. Then he clicked his tongue.

With a grimace, he gently laid Irang down on the sofa and unbuckled his belt. A long sigh escaped him.

She was sound asleep, soft and still, her breathing light and steady.

He pulled her underwear down and reached for himself. He had to finish—it was too much to just let it go.

The wet sound of his hand moving faster and faster filled the room.

“I want to stay with you. I really do.”

Her voice echoed in his head.

His breath grew harsher. His movements are more desperate. Her thigh shifted slightly, folding up.

Her inner thighs were still damp and flushed.

If I’d kept going… would she have cried out louder? Would she have begged me to stop, even while wanting more?

As release built inside him, he planted one knee on the sofa, cursing under his breath, and finally came.

“Fuuuck…”

Muk-hyun looked down at her—at her body, now splattered with his cum.

Why are you being so good to me?

Fucking hell.

He raked a hand through his damp hair and lit a cigarette.

“ You’re… a good person.”

As the smoke drifted upward, a dry, bitter laugh slipped from his mouth.