He whimpered, his body squirming beneath me as I gently pushed his knees up toward his chest. Reaching over to the nightstand, I opened the side drawer, smiling slightly as my fingers found a tube of water-based lubricant. No surprises there; I already knew he was a closeted man who handled his needs in private. Hyun-woo looked momentarily mortified at the reveal, but the shame was quickly swallowed by the sheer heat in the room.

I squeezed a generous amount of the cool gel onto my index finger. Returning to him, I began to shower his inner thighs with soft, lingering kisses to distract him, making his muscles tremble in anticipation. When my finger found his tight, virgin entrance, he let out a sharp gasp. I rubbed the lubricant around the opening, teasing the muscle until his lower back arched off the bed to meet the pressure. He was letting out the most beautiful, uninhibited sounds, his eyes pleading for release.

Slowly, deliberately, I pressed my index finger inside.

"Oh... ah... Ji-ho-ah..."

He bucked against my hand as I began a slow, rhythmic in-and-out motion. His internal muscles clamped down tightly, following the thrust of my finger, and his eyes suddenly lit up with a look of pure, shocked elation.

"Feels... it feels good," he whispered, his voice sounding entirely surprised by the anatomy of his own pleasure.

He had absolutely no idea how much better it could get. I let him ride the sensation, distracting him by leaning down to suck tightly on his nipple, his skin tasting of salt and residual fever heat. I licked my way down the smooth skin of his stomach and hip bones, monitoring his response. His length was so red, hard, and leaking pre-cum that I knew he was going to blow at any moment.

Right before he reached the peak, I pulled my finger out.

"Ji-ho-ah, no... please," he gasped, his breath hitching in his throat as his hands clawed restlessly at the bedsheets. He trapped his lower lip between his teeth, his expression an agonizing mix of anticipation and dread.

"Seonsaengnim," I whispered, quickly dousing my own hardened length with a thick layer of lubricant. "I'm going to give you something much better."

I returned to the space between his legs, and without a single word of hesitation, Hyun-woo opened his thighs even wider, tilting his pelvis up to welcome me. He was completely ready.

"It might hurt a bit at first," I warned, bracing my weight over him.

"Please..." he muttered, his eyes locked onto mine, pleading and eager. "Just... please."

Oh, Hyun-woo. He was so incredibly wanton, so desperate for the connection that it completely blew my mind. I tried to be careful, to sink into him softly, but the sheer heat and tightness of his body made my control snap.

I pushed forward, driving my hips home quicker than I had intended. Hyun-woo let out a loud, ringing cry—a mingled sound of sharp pain and intense, shattering pleasure. Before he could even adjust to the stretch, my hips were already moving, delivering hard, deep, relentless thrusts that buried me completely inside him.

Tears spilled from his eyes once more, but I knew they weren't from guilt this time. It was the sheer intensity of the physical sensation, a localized, intoxicating bombshell exploding in his pelvis.

"What... what is this?" he gasped to himself, his abdominal muscles clenching violently, his thighs shaking uncontrollably as the thick head of my shaft rubbed hard against his prostate with every single downward thrust.

With a sudden violent spasm, his length spurted clear fluid. He came completely hands-free, the release flying up between our chests, painting his stomach and pale skin.

I give him 5 breaths then I start to move again. Delibrate, relentless.

"Ahh! Ji-ho-ah... careful... wait... it feels too good... Arrrhhh..." I feel him spill again, thicker, more slippery. Our stomach touch, stick and slide. It feels too good to stop. my hips buck as if on their own accord, my hands holding him firmly in place.

"Ji-ho-ya! No, no... yes... ahh!"

Again!

"Ahhh... Ji-ho... it’s... it won't stop... feels so good..."

As I kept up the hard, rhythmic pounding, his body experienced a series of rolling, continuous orgasms, prostate fluid, semen, a mix of both, leaked out over his skin and mine. I watched him in absolute fascination and satisfaction. Watched how his logical mind tried to track what he was feeling, trying to maintain some semblance of control over a body that had completely fractured.

"Enjoy it, seonsaengnim," I encouraged, leaning down to press my sweaty forehead against his. "Enjoy me. You feel so incredible inside. You're hotter than anyone I've ever been with. I love you..."

He was completely limp now, utterly drained by the back-to-back orgasms.

I gently turned him over onto his stomach, lifting his hips. His body was so incredibly supple, his skin still slightly warm to the touch. A brief flash of worry crossed my mind—I hoped his fever wasn't returning—but the primal need to finish what I started completely overrode my thoughts. I wanted to feel every single inch of him. I wanted to brand him so deeply that when the time came for me to confess my true identity, the memory of this fulfillment would make it impossible for him not to forgive me.

When I entered him from behind, driving deep into his tightness, Hyun-woo made a sound I will never forget. It was a guttural, mingled cry of agony and bliss, accompanied by a shudder so profound and deep that the vibration transferred directly into my own spine.

"Oh, Hyun-woo... you are so fucking tight," I growled, my hands gripping his hips as I pumped into him with a heavy, bruising rhythm.

He stayed in every single position I placed him in, completely pliable, wanting nothing more than to please me. It was as if he wanted to be punished for his transgression, wanting the weight of my body to validate the sin he thought he was committing. I took everything he offered—his lips, his gasps, every inch of his sweat-slicked skin—until, with a loud, sated cry, I exploded deep inside him. My body jerked violently three times before I collapsed entirely against his back, my chest heaving as I breathed in the scent of his hair.

I shifted my weight slightly, rolling to the side to pull him into a tight embrace, panting heavily against the back of his neck.

How am I ever going to get over this man? The question loomed in the dark room like a specter. How am I ever supposed to walk away from this investigation?

I didn't want to. I wanted to stay right here, trapped in the lie.

"I love you," I whispered into the nape of his neck, spooning his smaller frame from behind.

Hyun-woo reached back, his cool fingers intertwining with mine over his chest. He glanced over his shoulder, taking in my soft, heavy-lidded eyes, my wet forehead, and the clumps of dark hair plastered against my skin. For the first time since I had met him, a genuine, beautiful smile broke across his face. He looked devastatingly, truly happy.

He turned his head, kissing me softly on the lips, and then closed his eyes. Within minutes, the exhaustion caught up to him, and he was snoring softly in the quiet room.

When he woke up tomorrow morning, his body would feel like it had been hit by a freight train. I smiled to myself, tightening my grip around his waist. I would run him a hot bath. I would wash the copper curls of his hair. Yes, I still had a few glorious hours left to pamper him in the dark before the rest of the school returned from the mountain.