Doctor Demon - Chapter 311

Jina wrapped her legs around him and in an  instant, pushed him deep into her. Both of them groaned loudly in pleasure as his rod entered her in a swoop, her muscles pulling him in.

“Just fuck the slutty nurse as if there’s no tomorrow,” she whispered in his ear.

Hobin smirked and slowly thrust his hip forward. Jina moaned at his slow thrusts which were teasing her while her muscles tightened around his rod. He latched his mouth on her right breast while his hand kneaded her left one. His tongue was licking her soft bun in quick, circular motions and his movements sped up.

He rammed into her, hitting her soft spot repeatedly while his own restraints were falling. She was a moaning mess beneath him and she held him close. Her nails dug into his skin but it did not hurt him because he was lost in his own pleasure. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them to her back while his mouth explored her supple buns.

“Faster!” She begged, her hip moving in sync with his. It was so torturous and yet, she wanted to feel him more. He kept on pushing and pulling out of her while his tongue lapped her skin. He bit and nibbled at her, leaving small red marks all over her while assaulting her with his rod.

Hobin was panting and held back his climax. They were gasping and sweating, their bodies in heat.

Jina moaned loudly and arched her back as she climaxed. Her breaths were short and shallow as Hobin continued to hit her g-spot. She tightened her hold on her, letting him savour her body. His member shuddered inside her and soon, he also came. She felt his warm seeds fill her.

“Are you still in pain, doc?” she whispered in a raspy voice.

Hobin, who was still buried in her breasts, said, “A little.”

Jina flipped him over and pinned him beneath her. With his member still in her, she began to slowly move up and down while he kept on thrusting into her.

“Let’s end this pain then,” she winked, implying that she was up for more rounds. Hobin grinned at her and sat up to position her on his lap, straddling her in place.

“It’ll be a long surgery, Nurse Tinkerbell,” he winked and attacked her breasts again.

…

Siwan was in a bar, circling his finger on a cognac glass full of bourbon. He was not a person who got easily drunk but he was in deep thought. The events of the day were playing in his mind and he was not sure how to handle them.

Is Jiwoon alright? He wondered. Ugh! I shouldn’t have said anything…

He called her that night to meet up with him so that they could talk but she was running a little late because there was some work at the precinct. Siwan glanced at the clock. It was 11 PM already and she still was not there.

“Another glass of bourbon please,” Siwan sighed. The bartender nodded and began to prepare the drink.

Does she still have feelings for me? He wondered. But how am I going to address them?

“Things were simpler when I didn’t know about her feelings,” he muttered. I should just tell her to start dating someone else, he decided.

“Doctor Kang?”

Siwan was startled and turned around to find Jiwoon standing there. For a moment, his heart seemed to have stopped.

She was wearing a casual light blue t-shirt with long, dark leggings. Her hair seemed to have grown a little longer because they now reach up to the nape of her neck. She was usually dressed formally in a shirt and pants or in her uniform so Siwan never really noticed how good she looked in casualwear.

Why didn’t I notice it before? Siwan wondered.

“Why did you call me here?” she asked, taking a seat next to him. Her dark eyes were full of questions and he could not help wondering how clear and pretty they were. He cleared his throat.

“I…I know you overheard my conversation with Ilhoon this morning,” he said. “And I know that I lied to you when I said that I don’t remember anything about the night I got possessed but-”

“So you admit that you knew about my feelings for you.”

Her voice was low yet clear and without any accusations which confused Siwan. Was she not angry at him?

“Yes,” he admitted. “I remember everything that Sungki did that night. I’m sorry you had to go through all that. I also know that he taunted you about your feelings for me.”

Jiwoon fidgeted in her seat and looked down at her fingers. “Those feelings don’t really matter much,” she finally said. “I know they’re one sided. You’re in love with someone else and I understand. I don’t really expect anything from you. I’m fine admiring you from afar.”

She smiled at him. The bartender put a glass of bourbon in front of her. She was not much of a drinker but she drank it.

“I don’t want you to put your life on hold because of unrequited feelings,” Siwan reasoned. “It’ll just make me feel-”

“It shouldn’t make you feel anything. If you don’t like me back, that’s your choice. If I want to keep liking someone, it’s my choice. Why are you being flustered over what I feel for you?”

Siwan blinked in surprise. Jiwoon downed her glass in one go, her cheeks red. She was a little tipsy with just one drink and her expression was one of anger.

“One more!” She ordered the bartender.

“You’ve had enough to drink-” Siwan was saying but she glared at him.

“I want another drink!” She insisted. “So what’s it to you if I want to drink more? Why do you care?”

“I-”

“Listen up, Kang Siwan! You don’t get to tell me whom to like or not like, okay? If I keep liking you from afar, then…hic…deal…hic…with it! Stop being a hero all the time!”

The bartender brought another drink and before Siwan could stop her, Jiwoon drank it all in one go.

“I like you!” She declared. “And no one can stop me from liking you!”

She pointed her finger at him and added, “Not even you! So go ahead and do whatever…hic…you want! I’ll do…hic…what I want!”

Jiwoon stepped towards Siwan who simply stared at her. “You don’t have to like me back, but don’t stop me from-Bleh!”

She bent over and threw up all over the floor. Siwan was too shocked by her behavior and it took him a while to reel over it. He gently patted her back as she threw up and motioned the bartender to bring a glass of water for her.

“Here,” he said, offering her the water. She was still drunk and pouted like a baby.

“No!” She whined. “I…I only want to like you! Why won’t you let me keep liking you? What is this nonsense about holding my life and whatnot and-”

“You like me, right?” Siwan asked in a tone as if pacifying a child. “Fine. You can do whatever you want. But if you like me then you should know that I like it when our little Jiwoon is happy and healthy. How can we keep little Jiwoon healthy? It’s by drinking water!”

Jiwoon’s cheeks puffed up and she stared at the glass. “Little Jiwoon will drink water,” she mumbled and took the glass.

“Um…sir?” The bartender said from behind. “There’s been a mix up.”

“Mix up?” He asked in confusion.

“That’s not water. That’s the clear wine for table number 8. We gave you the wrong drink.”

Siwan was mortified. He turned back towards Jiwoon who was now even more drunk.

“Will the pretty doctor give little Jiwoon a piggyback ride?” She squealed. “Piggyback! Piggyback!”

Siwan could only be wary of this. Who knew the quiet and tough detective was a bad drunk?