My Stalking Diary

Chapter 26

I immediately placed my hand on his stomach and slowly moved my lower body.

When Joo Kwon-oh did it, the friction was smooth, but when I tried to move from above, it was a little stiff.  Even so, my body, which had already experienced pleasure, was relentless.

I slightly raised my hips, gauging the direction to push his dick into my belly, and wriggled little by little.

“Hmph, uh… um.”

I tried moving up and down, and gently side to side, but it wouldn’t go in as smoothly as when Joo Kwon-oh did it.  His thick, long dick felt like it was getting caught halfway.

“Ha, try moving back just a little like this.”

Joo Kwon-oh grabbed my pelvis and gently adjusted the angle.  As if by magic, his dick slid deep inside.

“Ah!”

As my belly filled again, I consciously curled my body.

But soon, having adapted to the fullness, I remembered the direction he showed me and moved my hips.

Leaning my body forward and slightly pulling my hips back to release and then take in his dick, his glans quickly reached my favorite spot.

“Hheuk…”

A tingling sensation. Pleasure surged from my lower abdomen, stiffening my back. I rotated my hips with practiced ease, the sound of wet flesh slapping together echoing.

Every time I pierced the inside of my belly with the desired angle and intensity, my buttocks trembled.

“Crazy. Why do you rotate your hips so well?”

“Eung.”

“Is this your first time? Or are you naturally gifted?”

“Hup…. I, I don’t know.”

“You’re naturally gifted. Kkut, damn it. Ah, damn it…”

Joo Kwon-oh lifted his hips to match my movements.  His dick reached even deeper than before. It was a rough movement that almost shook my whole body.

My dick, which had just finished cumming, was already standing stiffly again.

“Yes, Kwon-oh… uhm, Joo Kwon… haaak.”

“Call my name again.”

Joo Kwon-oh urged me in a hoarse voice. I could feel his chest rising and falling rapidly beneath my hand.

I don’t know if it was my imagination, but the dick roughly thrusting inside me seemed to be getting bigger and bigger. My already bulging belly became even more swollen.

“Kwon-o, hheung, this, this is so good… aaah!”

“Kreuk.”

The intense thrusting continued for a while, then his dick plunged deep into my inner walls with a *thud*. At the same time, my vision blurred again.

Unable to support my own weight, I collapsed onto Joo Kwon-oh’s body. His movements stopped. Our upper bodies were pressed tightly together.

He grabbed my hair as if to snatch it and showered me with frantic kisses.

“Haa, hhuu…”

“Um, uung.”

Because we used a condom, no semen pooled in my belly, but I instinctively knew that Joo Kwon-oh had cum.  I had too.

After the kiss, Joo Kwon-oh withdrew his dick from me a moment later. The still heavy shaft emerged from the still damp opening. After removing the condom, he tied off the end and took out another condom from the nightstand next to the bed.

Looking down at me with an even more intense gaze than before, he put the condom on. I blankly watched the thick, throbbing shaft don its transparent sheath.

Was my increasingly clouded judgment due to the alcohol, or the pleasure?

“Kwon-o-yaa…”

“A body this sexy needs more than just a couple of thrusts.”

“Uung.”

“Right, Jeong-ha?”

With a hint of fear and a subtle excitement, I nodded.

*

The next day.

I woke up from a deep sleep to the sound of something bubbling.

Even before I opened my eyes and lifted my head, my head felt heavy and dizzy.

Bubble, bubble.  Again, the sound of something furiously boiling reached my ears.

My blurry vision cleared, and in the distance, I saw Joo Kwon-oh’s bare back.

The bubbling sound…  Wait, what was that sound from before?

I rubbed my eyes and slowly sat up.  Joo Kwon-oh, who had been stirring something in a pot with a ladle in the kitchen, quickly turned around to check on me in bed.

“Awake?”

“…Huh?”

I dumbly asked back in a hoarse voice. Joo Kwon-oh put down the ladle and came towards me with a glass of water.

I stared blankly at him, wearing only his sweatpants, his upper body bare.

“Honey water. Drink.”

“…Yes.”

I tried to ignore the memories of yesterday that were flooding back as I took the honey water.

The lukewarm, sweet sugar rush seemed to be slowly reviving my brain, which had been on the verge of complete shutdown.

“Thank you. When did you wake up?”

“About two hours ago.”

“That early?”

“I showered, went to the convenience store for groceries, and cleaned up the house, but you kept sleeping.”

“…….”

“Were you very tired?”

“Me? No way…”

I’m usually a light sleeper. There’s no way I could sleep so soundly in someone else’s house.

I looked around the wall to check the time. Eight in the morning.  That meant Joo Kwon-oh had done all that and gotten up at six in the morning to even go grocery shopping.

“…….”

I awkwardly fiddled with the blanket, wondering how on earth I should act around Joo Kwon-oh the day after sex.

“Go wash up and then eat.”

“Yes.”

Thankfully, unlike me, Joo Kwon-oh didn’t seem to feel any awkwardness.

I immediately went to the bathroom to shower. I should probably buy a hangover remedy and painkillers on my way home.  My muscles ached in all sorts of strange places from using muscles I hadn’t used all night.

I quickly showered and rushed out, intending to make a hasty retreat home, and Joo Kwon-oh had his t-shirt and pants laid out by the door.  After putting them on, I went to the kitchen, where neatly arranged side dishes were on the table.

“All washed up?”

“Yeah, yes.”

“Eat first.”

I didn’t know Joo Kwon-oh could be so housewifely, but he seemed quite used to cooking and setting the table.

An unexpected bonus. …No. What am I thinking? A bonus in this situation?

I was surprised by my own creepy, Joo Kwon-oh-specific information-gathering urge.

I had secretly expected an awkward and cold morning after sleeping with him.  But Joo Kwon-oh was treating me with the same casual warmth as when we were drinking.

While this made me less embarrassed or confused, it also meant that Joo Kwon-oh had probably experienced this kind of situation many times with other people, making me feel a little down.

Or maybe he thinks I’m completely clumsy at everything.

“How is it?”

Joo Kwon-oh served me some mung bean sprout hangover soup.  As he had boasted, he seemed to have quite a knack for cooking.  The seasoning wasn’t too strong, and the scallion flavor was rich, instantly soothing my stiff stomach.

In the end, I chose to simply enjoy the delicious meal, letting go of all my defenses.

“It’s delicious. You said you were a good cook, and you really are.”

Joo Kwon-oh sat opposite me, picking up his chopsticks.  But does he really intend to keep eating shirtless?

“Yeah. If there’s anything you want to eat, tell me. I’ll make it next time.”

“…Seriously?”

“Should I make it insincerely?”

Even if it wasn’t sincere, I was grateful just for the words.

“Okay.”

“What do you like?”

“Meatball tomato pasta.”

“Pasta’s good. It’s easy to make too. I’ll make it for you next time you come over.”

Joo Kwon-oh answered confidently, like the pasta god himself.

“Okay.”

Will there really be a “next time”? Even if I try not to get my hopes up, I find myself attaching meaning to every one of Joo Kwon-oh’s actions.

But right now, I didn’t want to doubt or calculate everything. I wanted to enjoy this natural and comfortable atmosphere that Joo Kwon-oh was allowing me to experience a little longer.

“I’ve been thinking since yesterday, Ryu Jeong-ha eats quite a lot.”

“…I hear that a lot.”

Considering I had almost finished all the appetizers we ordered yesterday, Joo Kwon-oh might have a point.

“There’s more, so eat a lot.”

“Yes.”

I diligently ate the egg stew, sausage stir-fry, and kimchi that were served as side dishes.

My stomach was full, my hangover was gone, and the atmosphere was comfortable, so I started to notice the interior of the room. Joo Kwon-oh’s studio apartment was quite spacious for one near the university.

It was very clean, whether he cleaned regularly or not, the desk, bookshelf, and kitchen were spotless.  And surprisingly, there were clear signs of someone living there.

The kitchen alone had neatly organized seasonings in dedicated containers, and the scent of fabric softener permeated the entire house.  The scent was the same one I smelled when I got close to Joo Kwon-oh. There were three succulent plants on the windowsill, and several large cookbooks on the bookshelf.

“Is that a family photo?”

I spotted a framed picture on one side of the desk, and after swallowing my food, I cautiously asked. Joo Kwon-oh readily answered.

“Yeah. My dad and brother. We don’t look alike, do we?”