Speak of The Devil

I just helplessly parted my lips and allowed Jung Yiyeon’s tongue to enter. Jung Yiyeon tied me up and freely entangled his tongue with mine. Amidst the warm breaths, the peculiar sound of lips against lips continued incessantly.“Ugh…!”Jung Yiyeon’s hand swept up my skin under the gown. His hand, caressing the inner thighs and spreading the legs apart, was hot. Jung Yiyeon kissed all over my face and gripped my genitals.“Ugh, this…!”Release. I wanted to say that, but I couldn’t continue.“Ah!”Because Jung Yiyeon lowered his head and took the tip of my genitals into his mouth.“Ugh… hmm, ugh…!”Jung Yiyeon sucked my genitals so vigorously that it felt unbearable. My throbbing member was pulsating in his hand. Wet with saliva, he shook it with his hand, nibbled on the glans, and sucked hard. When his tongue flickered over the tip, a dizzying sensation overwhelmed me.“Haah, hmm… ah…!”As my moans grew louder, Jung Yiyeon grabbed both of my buttocks and slowly began to lower his head. As his head descended, my member was pushed deeper into his mouth. The smooth glans pressed against his hot tongue and plunged into the depths.“Ha…!”When Jung Yiyeon forcefully sucked and released my member, sharper moans erupted from my mouth. It was slow but sufficient stimulation. Without stopping, Jung Yiyeon swallowed my member deeply again, pressing his lips to the base and touching the tip with his nose.And then he spat it out, and swallowed it again.This repeated several times. I involuntarily arched my waist slightly, but Jung Yiyeon paid no heed and continued to suck my member. He wasn’t just proficient; he was even skilled.“Ohh, hmm…!”As my waist movements became more intense, Jung Yiyeon finally exerted more force in the hand holding my buttocks. His fingertips brushed against the crease of my buttocks. It felt like he might tickle the perineum and massage the folds below at any moment.I wished he would just go deeper. If he teased the slippery gel, it felt like I could climax in no time. Of course, he was doing well enough with his mouth, but during sex with Jung Yiyeon, I always expected deeper stimulation.However, Jung Yiyeon didn’t properly touch my rear. He just gripped my buttocks and that was it. I felt a pang of disappointment in my anus, but it didn’t go beyond that.“Ah…!”Instead, Jung Yiyeon sucked my member persistently. Not only did he lick and kiss fervently, but he also repeatedly swallowed it deeply enough to reach his throat. As his head moved faster, I couldn’t endure the mounting pleasure.“Ugh…!”Intentionally sucking hard, he soon brought me to climax. Throughout my release, Jung Yiyeon didn’t remove his mouth from my member. Just like he did at my place once. What I ejaculated flowed down his throat without a hint of disgust.Despite playing such a role, Jung Yiyeon didn’t even flinch. He swallowed as if it were natural.Even after my member finished climaxing and began to lose its strength, Jung Yiyeon continued to suck it as if trying to extract every last drop. The tantalizing sensation caused my abdomen and thighs to twitch.“Haah…”Only after my member completely softened did Jung Yiyeon release his lips and straighten his previously bowed torso. His face, now flushed red, looked like it was about to burst into a fit of coughing.And the same might be true for me. Overwhelmed by the exhaustion enveloping my body, I lay limp. To free my wrists from the headboard, I would have to push my buttocks back and lift my upper body. But I didn’t feel like moving in the pouring lethargy.Jung Yiyeon wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and took a deep breath. His flushed face showed his rising temperature. Sitting on the edge of the bed with his buttocks resting on it, he glanced at me.“Do you want some wine? If you think it’ll help you sleep, I’ll bring it.”Seeing me lying loosely in a robe loosely draped over my wrist, Jung Yiyeon must have had some thoughts. Without releasing me, he asked.“Or are you still not satisfied?”“…No, I’m… not satisfied.”I stretched out my leg and lightly nudged Jung Yiyeon. He didn’t react with surprise or shock, but his expression hardened.“I’ll… do it with my mouth. Or my hand.”“Ha… then you don’t think it’s sex?”“No. Absolutely not. But if it’s still not enough, I’ll buy some tools and use them.”“So you’re saying you’ll use a dildo on me?”I asked out of pure bewilderment. It wasn’t so much anger as it was just incredulity. The fact that his lower region looked fuller than before just from him teasing my genitals and gripping my buttocks couldn’t be a mere illusion.He was the man who couldn’t resist himself even just from me touching him, the man who bound me so I couldn’t touch myself.“I’ll make sure you’re satisfied somehow.”But he was going to satisfy only my sexual desires while restraining his own? After ten rounds of sex, he should let me go… right?“So, no one else?”With Jung Yiyeon’s words, my thoughts came to a halt. My mind froze as if overwhelmed by his desperate face.“I can’t let you be with anyone else.”Again.This feeling, like a thorn stuck inside me.The weight of his gaze felt heavy on my heart. Why did I have to feel this suffocating emotion when I was being threatened and trapped by him, I couldn’t understand.I enjoyed tormenting him, watching him struggle and not knowing what to do. I found pleasure in being with him, wanting to stay by his side while avoiding being stimulated.This heavy atmosphere was unwelcome.“…This is quite amusing. You used to encourage me to meet other people freely.”When I mentioned something from the past, Jung Yiyeon asked sharply.There was a moment of silence. My bound wrists started to ache. My shoulders felt stiff, and my body felt heavy with exhaustion. If the conversation wasn’t going to continue like this, I’d rather he just let me go.Why was my heart feeling so complicated all of a sudden? I just wanted to ignore it all and go to sleep. I had no desire to delve deeply into the emotions that were beginning to rise.At that moment, Jung Yiyeon suddenly spoke, slowly and with a heavy voice.“I really… never wanted to… be in love.”I wasn’t curious about your circumstances or anything like that. Those were the kind of words I should’ve ignored and not listened to—the stories about Jung Yiyeon. But if I claimed not to be curious about why he had shown such tender affection to the point of possibly confusing me, only to reject me during the time when I loved him so deeply, then I would be lying. It was all in the past, but I wanted to hear it. I wanted to know.“I hated that feeling of helplessness when I had to give up.”Jung Yiyeon didn’t precisely explain what had happened. I vaguely speculated that there must have been a moment when he had to give up a relationship not of his own volition, but due to external circumstances.“So, I decided not to pursue love. I knew that I couldn’t protect it with my own strength… It was just too miserable and humiliating.”Jung Yiyeon’s confession continued calmly yet heavily.“But you… you were different.”…You were different.That one phrase was cheating. I should have considered it as a sweet-talking tactic.“I wanted to have you, even if it meant giving up everything else.”Nonsense. I internally dismissed Jung Yiyeon’s confession as nonsense. I wanted to brush it off like that. But why did his calm face, recounting his feelings, disturb me so much?“Thinking like that made me feel like I could somehow protect you. I thought I had the ability to do that now.”A faint smile appeared on his lips as if drawing a delicate line.“But then I thought again…”A bitter smile. A self-deprecating laugh.“If I have the power to protect you, then taking you away… might also be possible.”Taking me away. Goosebumps ran down my spine at those words. Jung Yiyeon, as if regretting his decision, lowered his head slightly and chuckled dryly.“I… I felt like I could do anything to have you.”“…Anything.”“If I didn’t do something, I felt like I’d die.”I didn’t want to hear those words. I was curious about his inner thoughts, but I didn’t want this heavy confession of love.The memories surged up, making me incredibly frustrated. I remembered times when I deliberately angered him, said hurtful things to him, and turned away from his angry face during a breakup, only to see him smile at me again as if nothing had happened.Of course, I didn’t need to feel guilty. I had no reason to pity someone who committed a crime beyond the bounds of morality by imprisoning me. If anything, I had to hurt him more, make him fall away from me.But why… couldn’t I say anything?“…It’s still the same. I feel like I could die just to touch you.”Jung Yiyeon smiled faintly again, reaching out towards me. But his hand, which seemed like it would grab my cheek, stopped as if hitting a wall.“But when I touch you… when you touch me back. So when it ends…”His hand fell away without ever touching me.“If I can’t see you anymore, I feel like I’ll just die.”…I don’t know.My emotions and thoughts suddenly froze. Or maybe it felt like too many emotions were flooding me.Is this Stockholm syndrome? I used to hate Jung Yiyeon so much. I hated him enough to want to kill him for restraining my freedom. My only goal was to escape from this villa and never see him again…Yet, with just a few words from Jung Yiyeon, I couldn’t understand why I felt like this. I couldn’t define the overwhelming emotions that engulfed me. It just felt a bit scary and burdensome. And somehow, it hurt.A few words, not even daring to use the word “love.” Yet, why did I feel like I was receiving such overwhelming love?Perhaps what I wanted was a confession of love as sincere as this.“…This is the best for me.”Jung Yiyeon, who had been speaking softly and smiling faintly as if mocking himself, finally crumpled his face as if collapsing. Despite the lack of moisture, his face seemed to cry out to me.“I’ll do anything you want.”While unable to touch me, he clenched the sheets tightly as if suppressing his desire to touch me.“No one else.”His voice trembled again as he drove home the point once more, as if he didn’t even want to imagine it.That tremor pressed down on me. Seeing Jung Yiyeon in pain felt like there was a thorn lodged somewhere inside me, but there was something even bigger and heavier weighing on me. It tormented me. It was so suffocating that, unknowingly, something inside me burst forth.“Why…”Jung Yiyeon, with a bewildered voice, approached me a little closer.“Why are you crying?”How shocked he must have been, the person who said he’d feel like dying if he touched me grabbed my cheek. Such a cautious touch. Even his fingertips were trembling.But I was just as clueless.Why was my heart pounding like this? I couldn’t understand the reason for this intense agitation.“Don’t cry, Lee Nan. Hmm? Don’t cry.”I was never the type to shed tears. I was always on the giving end of pain, never on the receiving end. I couldn’t even sympathize with others’ pain, so I had no reason to cry. Even if I didn’t want to cry, I would fiercely push away anyone who approached me.But this was already the second time. No, the third time. I was crying because of Jung Yiyeon. I couldn’t stop the tears from flowing incessantly.“Lee Nan, don’t cry. Please.”No pride at all, Jung Yiyeon. Every sentence ends with ‘please’. He’s living with that kind of pleading tone, even though he threatened and forced people, begging as if he were about to kneel.If I listened to Jung Yiyeon’s pleas like this, it seemed impossible for me to escape from here. His crazed love, which kept people confined while begging them to just watch, pained me. It was heartbreaking and suffocating.“Lee Nan, please.”Watching Jung Yiyeon clutch my cheeks and wipe away tears with his fingers, I felt bewildered and drained, and tears just streamed down uncontrollably.Inside, I was stunned. It was a feeling of utter disbelief. I don’t understand. What’s going on? Why is my breath caught, and why can’t I stop crying at his confession and plea? I thought there were no scars left, but my heart, pounding fiercely, is the most surprising thing.Could this be… the love I once wanted from Jung Yiyeon?What should I do with you?How should I handle these overwhelming emotions welling up inside me?“Take me home.”My voice was choked with tears.I wanted to say something else, but I didn’t know what to say, so what came out was a plea to be sent home.At least alone, I wanted to be able to think in a normal environment. I needed that kind of time.“I want to go home.”Jung Yiyeon’s hand, wiping away tears, suddenly stopped.Curious about what expression he might be wearing, but not daring to look. It was a mixture of wanting to avoid my emotions and see through them.“If you’re going to do that, you shouldn’t have kept me locked up.”A firm, resolute voice. Embedded within it was a deep possessiveness that made tears well up again. I wasn’t angry. Just a little bewildered… Just a little…Thud! Bang! Thud! Bang!That was when the sound came from outside the tightly closed door. It sounded like the opening and closing of another door in the hallway.I jolted awake, my eyes wide with surprise. Jung Yiyeon also seemed to sense something amiss as he looked towards the door.After the housekeeper left, there should have only been Jung Yiyeon and me in the house. So why was there the sound of a door?Jung Yiyeon got up. I wanted to get up too, but my wrists were still bound. After being in the same position for so long, my body was too stiff to move.As if about to go out to see what was happening, Jung Yiyeon turned towards the door. But before he could take a few steps, the door burst open.“…”At that moment, I thought I was seeing things. The person drenched in rain who entered through the door was a familiar figure to me. However, this villa was definitely not a place where he would be.A towering figure that filled the open door. A familiar face, made rugged by scars around the eyes.It was none other than my brother, Won.Jung Yiyeon stiffened, and I, too, froze in shock. No one dared to breathe, and for a brief moment, there was a short silence.Won, who had suddenly opened the door and entered, had his gaze fixed on me. My wrists were bound, hanging from the bed headboard like a prisoner. My gown was loosely wrapped around me, my body limp, soaked in tears.And there stood Jung Yiyeon, seemingly composed despite his disheveled appearance.“Damn it.”A curse spilled from my brother’s lips.And then, that massive figure lunged towards the bewildered Jung Yiyeon.