Chapter 94: A mark?!
Seeking confirmation, Yoon Seoyul encircled his arms around Cheon Areum’s trembling body, pressing his chest against his back as he leaned in close—still moving inside him at the same speed. His lips traced soft, lingering kisses along Cheon Areum’s spine, inching toward his face. But Cheon Areum couldn’t speak—not a single syllable escaped him besides broken whimpers. All he could do was moan through the overwhelming sensations, his voice breaking as he endured the pounding.
Tears had already begun to stream down his cheeks again. Yet through the haze, he nodded—his answer clear. Yoon Seoyul closed in and licked the tears gently from his face, tongue adopting the wet trail all the way to the corners of his eyes.
"I’ll do it then... Haa..."
Yoon Seoyul exhaled deeply, his fingers tightening around Cheon Areum’s waist as he gave a firm squeeze, toying with the soft flesh before thrusting in to the hilt one final time. With a low groan, he released—his thick, scorching essence spilling directly into Cheon Areum’s womb. Even after pumping several hot loads inside, he didn’t stop, hips continuing to roll with slow, determined force.
Cheon Areum gasped, his eyes widening slightly as he felt the growing heat and fullness in his abdomen—as he felt Yoon Seoyul’s release vividly tangible. Still, it should be fine. He wasn’t in heat, and Yoon Seoyul wasn’t in rut. As long as he took the morning-after pills, there was nothing to worry about... right?
"... Are you done?"
Cheon Areum asked feebly, his voice barely audible—his body on the verge of collapse. He could hardly stay upright, his knees trembling too much to support him, leaving him half-seated on Yoon Seoyul’s still-buried length. Yet the hands gripping his waist remain stuck in place, unyielding.
And as if to answer his question, Yoon Seoyul began to move again—slowly at first, letting Cheon Areum adjust to the feeling. But the gentleness was short-lived. Within moments, the pace picked up once more, each thrust driving deeper as though Yoon Seoyul had no intention of letting go just yet. The loud noises of the wetness were shocking, while the part where their bodies viciously met was burning hot.
The skin where their bodies crashed against each other had turned red from the friction, and a white liquid, a mixture of cum and other juices, began to spill out around the point of connection, bubbling at the edges and slipping down Cheon Areum’s thighs in slick trails.
Unable to hold on any longer, Cheon Areum quietly collapsed onto his stomach, his body giving out completely. His arms, like his legs, could no longer support him—both trembling and folded beneath him as he lay there, breathless and spent.
"Tired?"
"Hm...Agh!!"