At the End of the Hidden Greenery - Chapter 248

The pleasure he gave her felt bottomless, as if she was endlessly falling.

So, Jiwoo simply clung to him, letting herself be led wherever he wanted.

“Uh, heuk!”

Kaman thrust up into her again, Jiwoo instinctively clutching his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin.

“Uung. Just like that. Ah, El…”

Seemingly delighted to have her clinging to him, Kaman nuzzled her cheek with his lips. With their bodies pressed tight together, he began to thrust harder and faster, making Jiwoo’s body tremble atop him.

“Ah, aht, ah! Ung! Kaman, ah…”

A little more. Just a little more. It felt so good. But. 

But the sensation of falling kept returning, and Jiwoo found herself trying to pinpoint the source of that dizzying emotion.

“Uht, wa, wait. Kaman, just a second…”

“What’s wrong?”

At her request, Kaman actually paused his movements, though he was panting with excitement, his teeth gently biting Jiwoo’s cheek.

“Skiass is inside… what if he finds out…?”

It felt wrong to be doing this when Skiass was still inside, working hard, while they were out here. 

Especially since, in some way, their sensations were still connected. The thought was a little embarrassing.

“Ah… are you worried he’ll somehow notice? That he’s watching us, even if it’s only indirect?”

“It’s not that…”

It wasn’t indirectly watching, it was indirectly participating.

And ever since Kaman realized Jiwoo wasn’t feeling pain, he’d been taking full advantage of it, becoming rougher and bolder. Not that Jiwoo minded. In fact, it was new and stimulating and was dangerously addictive. 

It was just the thought that Skiass was shouldering all the pain, especially while he was focused on something so important.

“I, I just  don’t want to break his concentration.”

“That’s not going to happen.” 

Kaman rested his forehead against Jiwoo’s neck, as if trying to calm the urge to move.

“Hoo.. Trust me, he’s totally oblivious right now.”

“How can you, aht!”

Kaman’s pillar twitched inside her, and. As if frustrated by the pause, he bit down hard on her neck. The jolt of pleasure shot through her body.

“Huht!”

“If he felt anything, he’d like it.”

“….How could he possibly like that…?” 

“He said he wanted to know what El’s pain felt like, didn’t he?”

Kaman continued grumbling under his breath before lifting his head to look at her. 

Maybe it was the way his eyes glowed with pleasure, or maybe it was just the wild look he had earlier as his forehead rested on her neck. Or maybe the memory of the moment just before this happened.

It gave her the shivers.

“El, why do you keep talking about Skiass? Right now, here…”

Kaman’s fingers found her cli* and started to rub insistently as it was crushed above their joint. He nipped at her ear.

“Haht…uht”

“It’s me inside you.”

Jiwoo shivered at the heat of his breath in her ear. At the same time, she felt his shaft pulse deep inside, right against her cervix.

“Kugh.”

Kaman shifted slightly, changing their position.

The reason Kaman had Jiwoo on top was at least partly an effort to keep his own desires in check. But jealousy only fueled the fire burning all the way up to his head.

He shifted positions, and Jiwoo could feel his length slipping out. Only for him to suddenly thrust back in.

Thud, Jiwoo’s vision went blank for a split second.

“…!”

The pleasure hit her a moment later.

“Aahh! Aht, ahng! Ung, ah…!”

It was such an overwhelming wave of sensation that Jiwoo could barely tell what was happening anymore. 

Her nape, her chest, her shoulders were bitten and kissed. She’d thought he was being rough before, but now Kaman’s movements grew even more feverish.

“Ah, aht, ah! Hu, ahng!”

She had her eyes open, but she couldn’t see a thing. It was not because her vision was shaking, as because Kaman held her so tightly. Every thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through her, shattering her focus.

Sharing one’s body like this meant baring the most vulnerable parts, exposing the softest places to another. Pain usually came with that, but here, pleasure seemed to override any anxiety or pain.

And yet, even before those negative sensations could be dulled by pleasure, they had vanished. Jiwoo hadn’t realized just how addictive pure, undiluted ecstasy could be.

“And if he does find out, what’s he gonna do? Probably just come running to El for a kiss.”

“Ah, hu, ahng…”

It was odd. 

Kaman was being so rough, she should’ve felt at least some pain. Maybe it was the unusual situation of her arm being operated on or the fact that she couldn’t feel pain at all. 

It made it seem like she was completely offering herself up to him. Tearing open her chest and handing him her heart, letting him reach as deep as he wanted. 

Their hunger felt that fierce and that raw it almost suppressed violence. Even with all that intensity of biting and tearing, he still seemed to know exactly where and how to touch her to make her lose her mind.

“Aaht! Hu-uhp. Hu-ugh!”

Instinctively, Jiwoo pushed against his abdomen, half-afraid of being swept away entirely. But the moment she did, Kaman gripped her thighs even tighter, changed the angle, and thrust back in.

“Aahhk!”

Another dizzying wave of pleasure crashed into her.