Chapter 90 The Slap (18+++)

Chapter 090: The Slap (18+++)

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My fears were soon confirmed.

Jihoon’s glans pressed against the entrance to Yumi’s vagina, the egg-sized head nestling between her labia.

Yumi’s body gave a tiny shudder, her eyes still closed… Perhaps she wondered why Jihoon’s lips and tongue felt different tonight.

She had no idea it wasn’t his tongue at all. It was a real, thick cock pressing against her hole.

“Puchi…”

“Ahhh… Mmph!

Not long after his glans pressed against Yumi’s pussy, Jihoon took a deep breath and, mustering all his strength, thrust his penis deep inside her cunt in one powerful stroke.

His fat cockhead stretched her tiny hole as more than half of his penis sunk inside.

The length of his shaft plunged into her like a knife—swift, fierce, and precise, as if piercing her heart.

Yumi, who had been pretending to sleep with her eyes closed, was caught completely off guard.

She’d thought Jihoon was preparing for oral sex and was expecting it…

But what she got instead was an enormous penis suddenly filling her vagina, stretching her small hole to the limit.

She let out a reflexive scream, her upper body jerking upright from the bed.

As she bolted up, she collided with Jihoon… their lips meeting in an unexpected kiss.

Jihoon also hadn’t anticipated that his “forceful penetration” would provoke such a violent reaction from Yumi.

Unprepared, he found himself kissed by her as she surged upward.

For a second, both of them froze.

Their lips were locked, their lower bodies joined in intercourse.

For a moment, everything seemed frozen in time.

“Mmm…”

With a soft moan from Yumi, Jihoon began thrusting his hips.

The gusset of her panties pushed aside, his penis bypassed the fabric and plunged deep into her vagina.

“Mmph… Mmph… Mmph…”

With her lips captured by Jihoon’s, Yumi could only emit muffled sounds.

Her hands were clutching his arms, the same arms she had grabbed by reflex when she sat up…

But now they weren’t pushing him away; they were just holding on.

Yumi’s mind seemed to short-circuit.

She remained motionless, allowing Jihoon to wrap his arms around her back and continue fucking her hard.

Before long, his penis, which had been only partially inserted, was now buried to the hilt.

“Slap-slap-slap-slap…”

Jihoon thrust steadily as he slowly lowered his upper body, embracing Yumi’s torso.

Yumi’s body followed, gradually reclining. 

Their hips and bellies collided repeatedly, producing a mix of dull thuds and crisp slaps.

Yumi’s wide eyes stared straight into Jihoon’s at point-blank range.

His gaze brimmed with love and lust, while hers held only emptiness and confusion.

Squelch… Squelch… Squelch…

At some point, the love juices from Yumi’s vagina had increased, gradually soaking the pubic hair between their hips.

Their pubic hairs clung together with each impact, only to be pulled apart by the separation of their hips, producing constant filthy, sticky wet sounds.

“Sluup..Chuuap…mmm… mmm…”

After sucking on her lips for a while, Jihoon released Yumi’s mouth.

Without the cover of his mouth, Yumi let out soft, subdued moans …suppressed, deliberately quiet.

Sitting before the computer, my heart grew cold. 

Yumi wasn’t resisting or fighting back… she was just taking it.

This was something I had never expected.

Soon, her reason would be swallowed by lust, and she would sink into this abyss of desire.

If the first night was forgivable, this night—I would absolutely not forgive Yumi.

I couldn’t bear to watch any longer. My heart felt like it was dying, my mind on the verge of collapse.

Just as I was about to turn off the computer and look away, I noticed a change in Yumi’s eyes.

Her confusion was slowly giving way to clarity—and fear. This shift was the opposite of what I had anticipated

Her expression continued to transform, eventually settling into one of anger.

Sluuuuuurch—POP

Out of nowhere, Yumi mustered surprising strength and shoved Jihoon away.

His large penis was violently yanked out of her vagina with a loud, filthy sound.

As it withdrew, the elastic waistband of her panties snapped back into place, covering her dripping hole once more.

SLAP!!!

“Ouch!!”

Right after shoving Jihoon away, Yumi swiftly raised her hand and slapped him across the face with a resounding crack.

The sound of that slap echoed way louder than all the earlier “slap slap slap…” of their fucking combined.

Yumi struck with such force that Jihoon cried out in pain, five finger marks instantly appearing on his cheek.

All these actions unfolded in one fluid motion.

Jihoon froze.

Yumi froze.

Even I, sitting at the computer, froze.

The whole plot had reversed in less than a second.

This might have been Yumi’s physical and psychological reflex… otherwise, she wouldn’t have frozen too.

Yumi slowly regained her composure, her gaze fixed on Jihoon, filled with fury and anger.

“Incorrigible! Get back to your room!”

Yumi watched as Jihoon covered his cheek in the darkness, a fleeting pang of pity flashing in her eyes before she spoke sternly.

Like a puppet, Jihoon got out of bed, picked up his underwear, and returned to his room as if in a daze.

This was the first time Yumi had ever hit him, and she had done so with such force. His heart must be bleeding now.

After Jihoon left the bedroom, Yumi stared at the hand that had struck him.

Her face bore deep regret and heartache. She herself might not understand why she had delivered that slap, or why it had been so hard.

But what was done was done; even if it pained her, she had to do it.

She could only hope that this beating would serve as a corrective guide for their relationship.

But would the consequences of this slap truly be for the better…?