Small and Fragile Things - Chapter 34

He kissed her like a man dying of thirst. Desperate, like he hadn’t tasted anything in days.

Irang closed her eyes as if she’d been waiting for it. The moment his warmth rushed in, it filled the hollowness that had been sitting in her chest all along.

“Mmgh…”

Like a piece of paper catching fire at the edges, her thoughts and vision started to cave in, curling into darkness. Buried in pitch black, she took all of his intensity—again and again.

It didn’t take long before she couldn’t breathe. It felt like being completely submerged underwater, drowning, her lungs begging for air.

“Ha, ngh…!”

The moment their lips broke apart, she gasped like someone breaking the surface of the water—desperate for air.

But he grabbed her face again with those big hands and shoved his thick tongue back in—deeper, hungrier. And just like that, it became too much again. Like someone had reached into her chest and started wringing her lungs dry.

Without even realizing it, her toes pushed against the floor, her body writhing—and that’s when he’d briefly pull her up for air, like he was letting her surface just enough.

It was a kiss full of heat and pain. Desperate. Overwhelming.

“Haah… ngh…!”

By the time he finally let her go, it felt like every cell in her body was screaming for mercy.

But at the same time, the breath she was finally allowed—after being pushed to her limit—tasted so incredibly sweet. Just breathing was enough to make her fingertips tremble from the rush. And honestly, being completely wrecked from just a kiss… didn’t feel like such a bad thing.

She couldn’t even remember what she’d been worried about a moment ago, or what she’d been so afraid of. Not a single thing. And that was okay.

Right now, all she had to do was take all of it. The pleasure, the pain, whatever it was, he was pouring into her, one-sided and relentless. Just endure it. Swallow it whole. And Irang… she loved it so much, it almost brought her to tears.

“If you’re already this high from just that… what am I supposed to do with you?”

As he wiped her soaked lips, he slipped his fingers into her mouth—right between those parted, panting lips.

He chased after her tongue as it shyly tried to escape, wrapping around it, rubbing it between his fingers. Then he traced the inside of her cheek, dragging down gently… teasing the textured spots, stirring it all up in a slow, wet, and filthy rhythm.

Even as she was being completely conquered all over again, Irang couldn’t take her tear-filled eyes off him. No—she didn’t want to.

“Suck. Tight around it.”

His voice was low, commanding. And when he looked down at her obeying so sweetly, his gaze burned—so hot it was almost unreal. It felt like black flames were blazing behind those eyes, wild and consuming.

That heat seemed to catch onto her too—her eyes began to burn, like they’d soaked up his fire. Maybe it was the pleasure, maybe she’d just forgotten to blink, but it wasn’t until the tears that had been pooling finally spilled over that he slowly pulled his fingers out.

When she reached up to wipe the mess of spit from her lips, he stopped her.

“Leave it. It’s cute.”

Cute? She had no idea what part of this he thought was cute. Her face was a mess—wet with spit and tears. There was no way that could be cute.

It was obvious her face was a mess, and the way he seemed to enjoy it kind of pissed her off. Maybe that’s why a bit of defiance bubbled up inside her.

Ignoring his words, she deliberately wiped the corners of her mouth clean with the back of her hand—nice and neat. She thought he’d chuckle at her little act of rebellion. Maybe even smirk. But instead, his reaction was… cold. Unexpectedly cold.

Before the word mistake could even form in her mind, his hand was already tangled in her hair, gripping tight. And then came that voice—cool, sharp, and familiar. A voice she’d heard before. One that sent a chill through her spine.

“When you’re doing things like this, you better learn to be smarter, Irang.”

Just like that, it was him again. The man who tossed aside any trace of gentleness—the one with that cold, venom-laced stare looking down at her.

The thick scar running across the bridge of his nose seemed to twitch—like it had a life of its own.

“If you provoke me… who do you think’s gonna lose?”

His mouth curled like he was smirking, but there wasn’t a hint of laughter in his eyes. Those eyes were warning her—don’t test me.

And this time, unlike before… she had a gut feeling things wouldn’t go the same way. A cold shiver slid down her spine.

“The night’s long, you know… What are you planning to do?”

The air was thick with something building—rising fast—and it sent chills down her arms. Whatever this was… it was only just beginning, and she already felt overwhelmed by it.

But him? He looked like things were finally getting interesting. His eyes relaxed, loosening like he was just now settling in—like this was what he’d been waiting for.

Was it just her imagination… or did something inside those heavy-lidded eyes—some kind of restraint—just snap? The thought alone made a chill ripple down her spine.

She shook her head without even realizing it, as if trying to ward it all off, but he didn’t seem to notice. Or maybe he just didn’t care.

“If it really feels like you’re gonna die… bite me.”

That was the last bit of kindness he gave her.

“I’m not joking.”

And that… That was the final moment he had even a sliver of reason left. He came at her like a flame catching the wick—fierce, unstoppable.

For a moment, it felt like she’d been completely fooled by him until now. This version of him was unfamiliar. Unhinged.

Even the man from last night—the one who flickered between tenderness and indifference—that wasn’t all of him.

The raw, unfiltered Choi Hyun was something else entirely. Something that went far beyond anything she’d ever imagined. He came at her like a flame catching the wick—fierce, unstoppable.

It made her wonder—isn’t something like this supposed to be forbidden? There was something dark, decadent, and disturbingly controlling about his true nature.

And the scariest part was how natural it all felt. Like this wasn’t some twisted impulse—this was who he really was.

“Take it in properly.”

Irang’s face flushed deep red, completely consumed by him.

Just holding the humiliating position—face and shoulders pressed into the bed, hips raised—was already exhausting. But he wasn’t letting up.

His face was buried in the most exposed part of her body, the one she’d helplessly bared to him, and he urged her on with that wild, animalistic hunger.

“Ah—hah, nnngh…!”

She didn’t need to see herself to know her entire body must’ve been flushed red—burning.
The relentless stimulation was enough to drive her insane, wave after wave crashing through her with no break.

Evidence of her arousal was already trickling down her thighs, pooling in the deep curve behind her knees.

Her hips kept rising and falling in trembling waves, the motion repeating over and over, for what felt like forever.

“P-Please… haah, I—I can’t…”
I really can’t anymore. Please… She begged through sobs, but it was useless.

If anything, her pleading only made the heat between her legs grow even more intense.
Every time she tried to twist away, his tongue moved rougher, deeper—merciless.

And if she so much as looked like she might try to escape, his fingers would yank her hair hard, wrapping it around his hand like a leash.

A clear warning—you don’t get to leave unless I say so. He moved without restraint, like someone who didn’t know the meaning of limits.

“Ah—hhk…”

The way he sucked hard on that swollen, sensitive spot while thrusting his fingers deep inside her—there was no room to even breathe, let alone beg.

Her mind had already turned to mush. She couldn’t think, couldn’t figure out what to do, not even how to stop him.

The only way to push him off now would’ve been by force—but that kind of strength…
She never had it to begin with.

He might as well just put it in already.

In the face of this violent pleasure—this overwhelming rush—there was no room left for past memories or experiences to intrude. Nothing else could exist here.

But Irang knew, at least in the most basic sense, that s3x ultimately meant a man pushing himself inside. And that’s why, despite everything, she found herself wishing for it.

Because at least that had an end.

The way he did foreplay was unbearable. The pleasure didn’t just build up. It felt like it was combusting inside her, like she could actually die from it. That terrifying, breathless high.

She was on the verge of giving up completely, about to just let herself collapse—And then his hand reached up and grabbed her br3ast.

“Ahhh…!”

He’d already sucked there so hard earlier that the area had gone numb. So now, even just his hand brushing over it was enough to make her body start to give out.

“Oh? You still have room for distractions? Guess I haven’t done enough.”

“N-No… y-you—”

Her voice trembled, breaking apart mid-sentence, like even trying to speak was too much.

“Oh? So now I’m just ‘you’ to you?”

Her br3asts were being mercilessly mauled—there was no way she could speak properly through it.

“N-No, that’s not…! Ah—please, just… put it in already…”

“You’ll have to say it right if you want me to understand.”

Her sluggish tongue, thick with heat, was useless for anything but letting out choked moans—fluttering like a fish out of water, gasping in place of words.

“Hnngh… hh-hh…”

In the end, all that came out was another broken sob. Raw, aching, and full of helplessness.

“Y-You’re mean…”

“Hm?”

“Do… do something else. This is… too much…”

Even through her blurry, unfocused eyes, she kept looking at him—crying, but unflinching.

And Muk-hyun… he stared back at her, eyes burning. He looked at her like he was engraving the sight into his soul.

Because even if he pushed her further now, she’d still hold on. She always did. And then, just for a moment, his lips softened.

“Want me to hold you?”

She heard her own words thrown right back at her.

Maybe… maybe he’d been pushing her all this time just to get to this moment. Maybe he’d planned it from the start. But she didn’t have the strength to care anymore. There was no space left to wonder what he wanted from her.

“Yeah… hold me… please. Please. I can’t take this anymore…”

“Let go.”

The moment he gave permission, her body collapsed—completely undone.