Even as she pushed against him with both hands, he easily restrained her, his grip firm as he kept pounding into her without a single bit of mercy.
“Ah, ahh...!”
Sohwa could no longer contain her cries.
She was beyond caring whether Noksu, still seated outside with the breakfast tray, could hear her—or if he was even still there at all.
Thwack, thwack!
Each relentless thrust reverberated through her, her buttocks stinging from the sharp smacks of Dohwi’s hips.
The rhythmic pounding against her bladder and the relentless assault on her most sensitive spots drove her to the brink.
“Ahhh...!”
“Oops.”
With one final stroke, a sudden gush of liquid escaped her, drenching not only herself but also Noksu’s book and the geomungo beside it.
Clear fluid ran down her legs, pooling at her feet.
“You wet yourself.”
“Hngh... ah....”
Mortified, Sohwa could only hiccup through her sobs, caught in a whirlwind of shame, relief, and overwhelming sensation.
