Small and Fragile Things - Chapter 36

Irang cried a little longer, until she eventually started hiccuping. And that’s when it hit her. When was the last time she cried like this—so completely unrestrained?

Maybe when she was really little, when she first saw a big, scary needle and burst into tears. Other than that, never.

Even when she was told she needed to go to the hospital, or when she was lying on the operating table—she was always afraid. But she didn’t cry. Because she knew no one would be there to wipe her tears, and crying wouldn’t change a damn thing.

She had endured so many things without even letting out a proper sound of pain. And now here she was, crying her eyes out just because s3x hurt. It felt absurd. Ridiculous.

“Quit wasting those tears. What, you gonna cry until you dry out?”

But this time, there was a hand wiping her tears away. A gaze that—even if rough—never once looked away from her.

“Hm?”

In that moment, something overwhelming rose up from deep inside her. Just the fact that there was someone who would hold her when she was in pain, kiss her when she cried—it filled her with a joy and gratitude so powerful, it almost hurt.

Afraid someone might notice how she truly felt, Irang burst into fresh tears and covered her eyes with both arms.

“Hhic…”

Because of that, she didn’t see it. Didn’t see the look on Muk-hyun’s face when he realized she wasn’t crying out of pain anymore. Didn’t see how quietly he let out a sigh as he stared down at her tear-streaked face.

He let her be for a while, then gently pulled her arms away from her face and met her eyes.

“Stop crying. I’ve let you off enough already.” His words sounded cold, but the way he held her wrists now was far gentler than before.

“If you think you messed up, you should apologize. What, you think you can just cry like a kid and I’ll let everything slide?”

He pinned both of her hands by her head, lacing his fingers through hers and holding them tightly.

“You’re way too spoiled. No one would doubt you’re still a baby.”

Once her sobs had quieted down, he began to move again—slowly at first, taking his time with a kind of unhurried patience. But the rhythm gradually grew rougher, his hips moving with more force.

And honestly, even now, it felt like he was holding himself back as much as he could.

“Mmph, ah… haa…!”

What spilled from her lips now wasn’t a scream of fear—it was a blurred, broken moan.

The jarring sensation of being completely filled, then suddenly emptied, was something she was slowly getting used to. And just as she was adjusting, he crushed his lips against hers.
His tongue pushed in, wet and demanding, swallowing even the faintest of her moans.

The faster he moved, the more roughly his hard length scraped along her inner walls.
And in response, her insides clenched tighter around him, gripping him almost greedily.

Muk-hyun furrowed his brow and exhaled a thick, ragged breath.

“Hoo… You’re gonna snap me in half at this rate…”

Even before she had time to be startled by the chill in his voice, Irang flinched—because it felt like he was swelling even more inside her. That terrifying, gut-deep instinct that something terrible would happen if she just lay still pushed her to act. Her idea of a defense? Closing the space between them, tightening her body around him.

But that was a huge mistake, born purely from inexperience. The moment she did, Muk-hyun let out a raw, tearing groan—and his eyes turned vicious in an instant.

“So you’ve been climbing all over me without an ounce of fear, huh?”

The change in his expression was so sudden, it hit Irang like a shockwave—and she realized in that instant that until now, he had been holding back for her, at least a little.

She flinched again. Her body tensed up on its own. That one wasn’t on purpose. Not even close.

“…Is that how we’re doing this?”

From that moment, it was like someone fired a starting shot—everything changed. The way he moved, the force behind each thrust… It was on a completely different level now. The way he slammed into her couldn’t even be compared to before.

“Ahng! Ah! Ahhh!”

He drove into her so mercilessly, so brutally, that her skin where their bodies met turned flushed and red from the sheer impact.

It felt endless. No matter how high she cried out, no matter how hard her nails dug in—none of it mattered. Everything was up to him. Only his will dictated when it would end.

With pupils narrowed to pinpricks, he kept his eyes locked on her wrecked, tear-streaked face as he slammed into her like a madman. Everything—her body, her mind, her limit—hung entirely in his hands.

There wasn’t a shred of sympathy in the way he looked down at the woman crying beneath him. His gaze, laced with a sadistic hunger, held nothing but a desire to dominate, raw lust, and a ruthless need to possess. Nothing more.

Dragging her into this inescapable swamp—and pulling her back out—was all entirely up to him. Everything began and ended with him.

“Huff…”

Without warning, he pulled out and lifted her legs high, folding them all the way over her head. In that position, her body bent almost in half, Irang was left speechless as she watched him move in like he was about to mount her all over again.

However, before she could even say no, he thrust his still violently hard length straight in, without a hint of hesitation.At the sudden intrusion that buried itself all the way to the base in one go, Irang’s eyes rolled back.

“Haa… Hannhg…!”

Obscene curses rained down onto her face. Drool slipped from the corner of her slightly parted lips, but Irang didn’t even notice—she could only barely follow him with her eyes.

Sweat dripped from his deeply furrowed brow as he focused solely on driving into her from above.

In that moment, he looked every bit the perfect, unshakable dominator, completely in control. It was the moment her entire perception of him flipped. He wasn’t someone you could merely label as dangerous. That word didn’t even begin to cover it.

“Ah! Hnng, haah! Ahhh…”

When the tip of his thrusting length slammed deep into a certain spot, her vision went completely white. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and her limbs trembled uncontrollably as Irang cried out like an animal, drowning in a level of pleasure she had never known before.

She was falling apart—completely, under his control. She should’ve felt ashamed—horrified, even—by the state she was in, with no trace of reason left in her. But instead, she felt free. Like she’d finally snapped the tight ropes that had been binding her. Like she’d ripped off a tattered old coat and tossed it away. It felt like she’d crossed a line she could never come back from.

But beyond that line—he was there. And that made it not scary at all. Just… good. Her pitiful, lonely reality felt no heavier than a speck of dust in the space beyond that boundary.

There was nothing to despair over, nothing to mourn. That’s why she smiled. As she looked down at the place where they were still connected, at the man thrusting into her so roughly—she smiled.

At that exact moment—where nothing else existed but the overwhelming ecstasy swallowing her whole—

“…I like it.”

Words she had rarely ever spoken in her life spilled out from her lips with complete sincerity.

“Choi Mun-hyuk… I really, really like you.”

Smack!

Her ass was struck hard, but it didn’t matter anymore. If anything, she found herself waiting for the gentle caress that always followed the blow.

He said something sharp, something that probably sounded threatening—but she couldn’t even make out the words. The ragged breaths, the panting like a wild animal—she couldn’t tell anymore whether they were his or hers. Everything blurred into a feverish haze, their bodies colliding like beasts lost in pure instinct.

“Hold on.”

He shifted her around so smoothly, so easily, that she couldn’t even tell what position she was in anymore. Not that it mattered—everything was still shaking and spinning all the same, so she simply obeyed. She was too busy struggling to survive the increasingly brutal movements.

And every time her vision cleared, he was there—like a god of passion carved from flame and ice. Cold yet burning, merciless yet commanding. The face of an unrelenting ruler stared down at her, and somewhere in the chaos, something in her mind shattered and rearranged itself.

All she could think was how beautiful he looked. Even though he was ravaging her, ruining her in the filthiest, most chaotic way imaginable—she knew now, with absolute certainty, that she could never resist him. Not ever again.

“I’m not gonna finish inside, so don’t worry. I tied it off anyway.”

The realization that he hadn’t even come once yet made her laugh.

God. She whispered it under her breath, and he swallowed the words right from her lips.

After gently sucking on her lips for a brief moment, he quickly revealed his true nature, tangling his tongue with hers in a rough, possessive kiss.

“Mm…!”

Then all of a sudden, he began thrusting up into her with a crazed, relentless speed. The inner walls, gripped tight then torn open again, couldn’t withstand the brutal pace and began to swell. Each thrust ignited waves of pleasure, the heat of friction surging with every spot he struck.

Before she could even feel ashamed of the wet squelching deep inside her, his mouth closed around her br3ast, biting down.

No… at this rate…

He pulled out his c0ck—now hard like a club—almost all the way to the tip, then… The moment he slammed all the way into a place she thought could never be reached, Irang was swept away by a massive wave of climax.

“Haaa…”

At the very last moment, he pulled out—and came for so long that it soaked her entire body.

Irang lay there, her body twisted at a strange angle, covered in his warm release.
The entrance, stretched to its limit, couldn’t close up right away. It trembled slightly, as if still yearning. She wanted to close her legs at the slick sensation of it dripping down, but the aftershocks rippling through her made it impossible to even lift a finger.

Moments later, through her blurry vision, she saw him—running a hand through his wet hair.
His face looked impossibly alive, brimming with energy.

“Stop… just… go away…”

But he wore a look like he was completely lost in something—entranced.

“We’ve only done it once.”

It didn’t make sense that it was still pitch black outside.

Just like he said. The night was far from over.