Flowers Are Bait Novel - Chapter 56

As one leg lifted, his penis plunged deeper. The object that had been ceaselessly stimulating various parts of her inner wall touched a deep spot inside her—

“Huuugh!”

Yiyeon twisted her upper body, reacting instantly. Her inner flesh tightened restrictively, and a shrill moan burst from her parted lips. It was truly beyond her will.

Kwon Chaewoo closed his eyes for a moment and gritted his teeth. Just seeing her, her neck flushed crimson, her nipples stiffly erect and thrust forward, made him feel on the verge of coming. The man, barely suppressing his excitement, slowly rubbed the inside again.

“Ung, ungh, heuut…!”

As she writhed and clutched the pillow, Kwon Chaewoo began to thrust again as if a screw had come loose. His thrusting penis was penetrating Yiyeon’s depths terrifyingly.

The thought that it was the man’s penis that had shattered her stubborn wall made Yiyeon tremble. The sound of slick flesh intertwining was ceaseless. For Yiyeon, who had always lived quietly, as if present yet absent, sex was truly a beastly act.

Splish. Splosh. Smack.

Every time he thrust in, Yiyeon felt like she was dying. The hard glans continuously poked her climax point, making her whole body throb and her vision turn white.

Kwon Chaewoo meticulously replayed every one of her reactions in his mind, ceaselessly ravaging her delicate body. It was when he was thrusting his cock deep, his gaze never leaving the panting Yiyeon.

“This is strange, Ms. Yiyeon.”

He, who had been wildly thrusting his hips, suddenly muttered coldly.

“…Why do you look like a virgin to me too, Ms. Yiyeon?”

Her confused eyes slowly furrowed. His gaze, which had been sweeping over the defenseless Yiyeon, sharpened.

Her face, flustered by pleasure; her body, completely unable to respond to penetration; her hands, not touching Kwon Chaewoo at all; all those fastidious things, her helplessness.

“Why does it feel like the first time?”

It was quite irritating.

“But that doesn’t make sense. We’re a married couple.”

“…”

As she avoided his gaze and bit her lower lip, he suddenly seemed to realize something and thrust his hips up somewhat roughly. The tensed pubic muscles were menacing. Yiyeon, despite her tightly pressed lips, was drenched in a pleasure that made her collapse.

“Heuut…”

“Ms. Yiyeon, tell me. Why are you acting like a shy child?”

He frowned slightly and glared.

“Ugh…”

Her mouth, which usually chattered so well, wouldn’t open today. Even in her mentally overwhelmed state, every time he pounded her inner wall, an electric jolt shot through her.

“By any chance, did that Kwon Chaewoo not thrust like this?”

Their bodies, soaked and messy with rain, sweat, and each other’s bodily fluids, squelched. The thick penis, plunging in without mercy, split and pierced Yiyeon.

“Is this not it?”

Kwon Chaewoo pressed against her inner wall as if crushing it. He wrapped his arms around her thighs, which felt good to thrust against, and ceaselessly pounded into her vulva.

How much could he have thrust for it to already be swollen? He inwardly clicked his tongue and casually stroked her narrow vagina, which was greedily devouring his member. He put his finger in his mouth and sucked it, then began to circle her clitoris again. No matter how much he poked and prodded, it was far from enough to possess this woman.

“Heuut…!”

Yiyeon squirmed as if resisting, feeling her back burn crimson.

“So.”

His voice was twisted and crushing. As his burning red eyes were covered by a cold, blue light, Yiyeon froze helplessly. Nevertheless, his ceaselessly thrusting lower body was hotter than anything she had ever touched.

“Am I not your husband, but some fucking stranger?”

He let out a fierce, choked laugh. His eyes, already deranged, festered with even more ferocity.

Yiyeon already knew, through several experiences, the moment his jealousy would grow uncontrollably.

“When it feels this insanely good, how can our sexual chemistry be bad?”

“…”

“Saying you come quickly is also a lie.”

His sharp gaze clawed at Yiyeon.

“Ms. Yiyeon, you’re a liar.”

“…!”

He lowered Yiyeon’s legs and buried his face in her breasts. Yiyeon, unable to breathe, fell into a daze. Thud, thud, thwack, her body ached as if splitting from the violently thrusting force, but she experienced an even greater thrill. Suddenly, her mind went blank from the halo of light bursting before her eyes.

“That bastard must have done it every day. Can’t I do it too?”

“Haa, haa…”

“That Kwon Chaewoo can, but why can’t I?”

Kwon Chaewoo still hid his face in her breasts, acting childish. Thwack, thud, squelch, squelch, he stirred the overflowing fluid with his penis, pushing it all the way to the root. As he roughly ground his hips in that state, Yiyeon whimpered, “Huuu.” The overwhelming pleasure, too much for her to bear, surged over her skin, chilling her to the bone.

“Since your husband is me now, you should open for me.”

“Huuu…”

“You lived without sex? Do you even know what Ms. Yiyeon’s insides are like right now?”

Her opening was rough only at the edges, but inside, it was so soft it felt like it would melt at any moment. Fluid kept bubbling up like foam.

“Who do you think I am, welcoming me like this?”

He pulled his glans all the way out, then thrust back in at once. Her neck snapped back sharply.

“Haah…!”

“Why don’t you touch me?”

He sucked on Yiyeon’s neck and roughly grabbed her luscious breasts as if scolding them.

“You’re such a responsible person, so why don’t you lift a finger for me?”

Every time he poked inside, some part of her body felt like it was burning. That man was fire. Fire that, once ignited, would consume everything down to the roots, turning it black.

Yiyeon had spent her entire life trying to escape the confines of “Song Yiyeon,” but she kept feeling that she had ultimately failed to avoid it. As if a small spark, once attached somewhere, kept spreading throughout her entire body.

“Ms. Yiyeon, you’re quite amusing. One day you hold me tight with some fucked-up sense of duty, and another day you cheat. You lack basic decency. Heut…”

A groan escaped the man’s gritted teeth. His eyes, shining like an animal’s, pressed down on Yiyeon, but conversely, his lower body, as if fawning, focused only on the spots where she felt the most pleasure.

Meanwhile, Yiyeon, listening to the one-sided accusations, knew she had to quickly resolve his resentment.

“Chae, Chaewoo…, Mr. Chaewoo.”

At her tiny voice, Kwon Chaewoo suddenly stiffened. His hips, which had been thrusting his penis until her mind was hazy, abruptly stopped. He rubbed one ear against his shoulder blade, staring blankly at her. His chest heaved more than when he was thrusting.

“…Don’t ignore a block of wood, hngh, don’t!”

“…”

“A person can be bad, bad, at sex, can’t they? Is that something to be criticized for?”

She glared at the man with reddened eyes.

She swore there was no lie in this. Not only had she never done it before, but even she thought her body didn’t move all that well. But still—

“It was my decision to sleep with Mr. Kwon Chaewoo, so why do you keep disheartening me…?”

“…”

“You don’t say a single pretty word. You have no, no, no bed manners.”

At that moment, the man sharply grabbed Yiyeon’s waist and placed her on his thigh. Yiyeon let out a short shriek, “Kyaak,” and urgently wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

The two looked directly into each other’s flushed faces. Kwon Chaewoo still kept his mouth tightly shut, merely gazing at Yiyeon’s eyes as if enchanted.

Then, his penis, which had slightly slipped out as he sat up, found its place again and plunged in. Her hair stood on end.

“Heuut…!”

Yiyeon furrowed her brow and let out a long moan.

At her delicate yet alluring expression, Kwon Chaewoo thrust his penis up again. His mouth watered at her breasts swaying up and down. But Kwon Chaewoo did not take his eyes off Yiyeon’s distorted face for a moment.

“…That’s right, I’ll fill you up, Ms. Yiyeon.”

He lowered his hand to stroke Yiyeon’s pubic hair and pressed her clitoris until it was worn out.

“Ungh…! Haah!”

His pounding penis was so heavy that her insides felt nauseous.

Kwon Chaewoo, at a loss, hugged Yiyeon, then rubbed his nose against her neck, and pressed his lips firmly against her cheek. Her whole body felt constrained as if bound, but it wasn’t unpleasant. Rather, her heart, now accustomed to his masculine scent, pounded without thought.

“Huuuuh…!”

Soon, Yiyeon, digging her nails into his shoulders, trembled. Fluid, forced out of their seamlessly joined opening, finally flowed. The moment that transparent liquid ran down her buttock crease, the pace of his thrusting quickened. The force with which he rammed his penis into her opening, which had softened like flower petals, gradually intensified.

He frowned sharply, laid Yiyeon on the bed, and brutally thrust his penis up again. Just then, his distinctly distorted face slowly imprinted itself on her eyes.

She had witnessed him wielding an axe, covered in boar’s blood, burying people, all up close, but like this…

“Heuut…!”

It was the first time Yiyeon had seen Kwon Chaewoo’s true face.

He pulled out his penis and ejaculated hazy fluid somewhere on Yiyeon’s lower abdomen. The thick, gushing semen tangled in her pubic hair.

Yiyeon held her breath, unable to take her eyes off the man’s face. He was breaking down, yet his straight nose bridge remained flawlessly noble.

As Yiyeon remained stiff, overwhelmed by the unfamiliar scent and sight, the man, exhaling languidly, finally looked down at her with a smile.

“Ms. Yiyeon, you’re even prettier when you’re a mess.”

Kwon Chaewoo pulled her ankle. The moment her already languid body was pulled, a large shadow once again covered her.