Burning The House Of Cards: taking revenge on my billionaire family
Chapter 79 - 78. Planning For The Future (M)

Chapter 79: Chapter 78. Planning For The Future (M)

More than Sarah, Hajin wanted to get on it right away. But of course, he couldn’t do that to a maiden.

"Where’s that coming from?" Sarah squinted when Hajin procured a bottle of lube and a pack of condoms from the lowest drawer of the nightstand--one she never bothered to check before.

"It’s always been there," Hajin shrugged, throwing both to the bed before stripping off his pants all the way. "Do you forget what kind of place this is?"

"Oh..." Sarah cleared her throat while averting her eyes. She still had no idea what to do in front of a man’s bare body.

Should she look? She kind of wanted to look, but it felt too slutty for her virgin mind. Once again, everything was different when it wasn’t an act.

The bed creaked when Hajin returned, settling himself between Sarah’s thighs. She instinctively pressed them together, more because she had no idea what to do with them. Movies always got right into it, never seemed to talk about the awkwardness in between.

"We don’t have to go all the way," Hajin reminded her while coating his fingers with the lube. It smelled like nothing, thankfully. "If you want to stop, we’ll stop."

"Okay..." Sarah nodded. She wanted to say she didn’t think she’d want to stop, but then...she got triggered even though she was the one inviting the act, so...

No one could tell, really.

She flinched when she felt cold fingers touching her down there. She was glad that Hajin used the lube already, even if only to mask how wet she already was. She turned her head sideways, too embarrassed to look at the process. And yet, her eyes darted to the sultry look Hajin gave her, curiosity sneaking into the desire coiling her stomach.

Slowly, almost too slow, digits entered her, wasting no time to scratch upward. His thumb, warm unlike the rest of his lubed fingers, rubbed her clit and made her back arch. Disappointingly for Hajin, Sarah bit her lip hard to block out any moans.

Hajin rubbed the bitten lips, almost like a habit, and asked with a teasing tone. "Have you touched yourself before, Princess?"

"Y-yeah? But--mmh...!"

A nice sound finally slipped out when she no longer bit her lips. Hajin chuckled and continued her cut sentence. "But it’s different when someone else does it?"

Sarah closed her eyes shut and nodded, nose scrunching adorably. She clawed at the man’s forearms as if she couldn’t decide whether she wanted him to stop or do more.

When those fingers reached a spot, however, she decided with a jolt of her hips. "Ha--Hajin..."

"Mm," Hajin hummed and kissed the girl’s closed eyelids, pressing harder and rubbing quicker. "Right here?"

"Oh--oh!"

As soon as Hajin increased the pace, Sarah was attacked with a familiar, but overwhelmingly more intense sensation. Her stomach twitched, as if a coiling, tight rope was suddenly released. Her legs tensed up against Hajin’s, and she clawed his arms as her eyes clenched shut.

Hajin kissed the trembling girl lightly, scissoring the path for a bit more before pulling away gently. "How is it?" he asked when the black lashes fluttered open.

"I...don’t know..." Sarah blinked in a daze, soft voice sultry between bated breath. Slowly, the black eyes regained clarity, and Hajin could see them sparkling with newfound wonder. "But I want to have it again."

Hajin chuckled in relief and satisfaction. "Good," he whispered before kissing the parted lips.

Sarah welcomed the man’s lips and embrace, more relaxed than before. She returned the kiss and danced her tongue without being coaxed into it, circling her arms blissfully around the broad back. She could feel the wing bones contracted as Hajin expertly tore and put the rubber on him with one hand.

He did say he was good with everything.

"Seul-ah," Hajin called out, and only then did Sarah realize she had been closing her eyes.

Black eyes fluttered open, Sarah belatedly realizing that Hajin was already between her thighs again. "Hmm?"

"I’m going in."

"O-oh..." the black eyes flickered, and Sarah looked down instinctively. The blunt, covered head was resting over her lower lips, waiting for permission to slide in. She gulped on a dry throat and nodded. "Okay..."

"Look at me," Hajin reached out to tilt Sarah’s head, shifting her gaze to his face. "Give me a kiss."

Sarah obediently complied, because it was a night of forgetting that she was his master. And he kissed her so skillfully, sucking all of her focus to distract her mind from the intrusion below. Still, her body tensed in reflex, and the kiss broke with a gasp.

"Hngh!"

Hajin stopped his movement and waited for a few seconds as Sarah scrambled to hold onto his shoulder. He tried to move again, just a little bit, but stopped when the walls clenched around him tightly as if refusing to let him pass.

Even then, it was enough to make him shudder in delight.

"Haa...shit," Hajin clenched his jaw as he felt the thrill of being choked on his manhood.

"Nggh--Hajin..."

The strained moan pulled his mind back from the gutter. Hajin quickly raised his head to look at Sarah’s scrunching face. "Is it hurt? Do you want to stop?"

"N-no, just..." Sarah took a deep breath, digging her fingers into the broad back. "P-pause? Wait--this..."

"Wait?" Hajin asked.

"Y-yeah..."

"Alright," Hajin held her head with his large hand, peppering light kisses along her trembling jaw.

But Hajin himself wasn’t in a position to stay calm. His cock, only halfway through, was throbbing. The string of sanity had been stretched so thin it might snap anytime. All he could do was pressing his head on the pillow, holding tightly onto the headboard with one hand to regain his self-control while waiting for his princess.

Sarah could feel the tensed muscles beneath her hands, and the quiet grunts reached her ears. It pulled her away from the stinging sensation, and she looked at the man curiously.

Even from the side, Sarah could see the vein on the man’s temple and neck; the bead of sweat dripping along his tensed jaw. She didn’t exactly know what he felt at that moment--was it hurt for him? was it hard to wait like that?--but she could tell that it wasn’t easy for Hajin too.

Oh...

To see that usually calm, cheeky, devilishly charming face turned into a mess...

Sarah felt her heart tremble from that view alone.

She moved her hand, sneaking her fingers on the black hair. "It...it’s okay," she whispered against the tensed jaw. "Y-you can move."

Hajin raised his head in a flash. "Yeah? You’re sure?"

Sarah nodded, closing her eyes as Hajin moved his hips again and pushed through. The arms hugging her moved to stroke her waist and the small of her back, drawing circles in soothing motion so she could relax the tension on her lower abdomen.

"Oh!"

And with a snap, their hips met.

"Ugh--" Hajin closed his eyes with a deep frown as he sheathed fully within the tight walls. "Haa..."

Both of them breathed heavily, panting against each other. The already tight walls clenched hard on him even more as he shifted slightly. Hajin widened his eyes, pupils shaking and dilating. How could it be that simply entering her felt like such a rapture? He wanted to curse and laugh and sing out a worship.

Ahh...was this the kind of enslavement his mother was talking about?

Hajin raised his head slowly, capturing the same rapture in the girl’s--his girl’s--face. But those beautiful, widened eyes were soon filled with tears, and Hajin was assaulted with panic.

"What happened?" he grasped her head. "Are you hurt anywhere?"

"N-no," Sarah replied in a stutter. Well, it still stung, but she couldn’t say it hurt. She didn’t mind the sting, as it was drowned in the same pleasure she derived from his fingers.

But...

"I...I don’t know," she held the broad shoulder tight, clinging to the warmth of the man before her. "It’s just...they just came out..."

And then Hajin felt something wet flowing down there where they were connected, reminding him that the girl was a maiden after all. He heard some people did feel overwhelmed during their first breach.

"Alright," Hajin kissed the wet corner of her eyes. "What do you want to do, Princess? It’s okay to stop if you want--"

"N-no," Sarah shook her head strongly. Despite the tears, her eyes were clear as they looked at Hajin. "Let’s...let’s continue."

Hajin laughed softly, and after kissing her once again, rocked his hips slowly, getting her used to the intrusion. He whispered soothing, sweet things for his princess, and her tensed whimpers gradually turned into moans.

"Nngh...ahh..."

Once she got used to the feeling of being filled, the sting was replaced with familiar pleasure. She relaxed and clenched down reflexively, massaging the moving shaft inside. Hajin went a little harder then, and the pressure struck in the right place not long after.

"Oh! Ha-Hajin--"

"Mm,"

Hajin could only grunt because Sarah kept on clenching hard. He had to fight the urge to just thrust away with reckless abandon, instead concentrating hard to hit the place with a consistent, hard pace.

"A-ahh--I think...I think I’m going to..."

Hajin pulled away, straightening his back and holding her hips to focus on hitting her spot until her eyes went wide and her entire body tensed up like a taut rope. A loud moan spilled out of her mouth as a lancing pleasure speared her spine all the way to the base of her skull.

It wasn’t the first time she came--it wasn’t even the first time she came that night, but...how could it feel so different? How could one mind be clouded over and covered in blinding light? How could one sensation take over her entire being as if her whole body and soul became one?

"Oh, God--" Sarah gasped as her mind returned from its flying journey over a blissful world made of cotton and a field of flowers. "That’s..."

"Good?"

"Yeah..." Sarah didn’t find it hard to agree, staring at the gentle smile on Hajin’s lips. "Yeah..."

She reached out and pulled him for a kiss, soft and lazy and full of bliss. It wasn’t scary, it wasn’t hurting her--much, anyway. She was happy she pushed through, threading her fingers between dark locks as she pulled the man’s weight over her.

Their body, still connected, swayed lightly, gently. Sarah instinctively realized that Hajin was yet to come, and hooked her legs on the man’s back. He paused for a short second before moving harder.

Grasping the sheet beside Sarah’s head, Hajin chased his release. His previously combed hair was already messy from the girl’s ministration, but it wasn’t just his hair that looked messy.

"Ugh--" his knitted brows grew deeper the more he moved, and curses kept spilling from his mouth. "Haa...fuck!"

Looking up through glazed eyes, Sarah wondered if Hajin knew how he looked at that moment: frowning deeply, eyes closed, face scrunched up, and lips parted in heavy breaths. Beads of sweat covered his temple as he groaned and moaned in a low voice, chasing his pleasure after finishing his duty.

Sarah bit her lips, reaching up to hug the man. Her stomach coiled in unexpected excitement, prompting her to clench around the vigorous movement inside her.

"Ha-ah!"

The sudden tightness sent Hajin over the edge, and he slammed his hands hard on the headboard while spilling into the condom. He shuddered hard for a few seconds before sliding down to hug Sarah while riding his high for a while, panting hard against the pillow.

Slowly, Sarah stroked the man’s face until he raised his head to look at her. He was no longer tensed and looked like he was on the brink of losing himself, but he was still looking like a mess.

Sarah savored that unbridled face, one that she might never see outside the bed. She pulled him into a soft, blissful kiss that made them chuckle and laugh after a while.

"Am I right..." Hajin took a deep breath after their lips parted, "...to assume that this won’t be the last time?"

Sarah narrowed her eyes and flicked the no longer furrowing forehead. "Depends on how you behave, puppy."

Hajin tilted his head and smirked. "Woof."

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