Trapped In A Novel As The Breeding Mate For Four Powerful Alphas-Chapter 177: I found myself giving in to pleasure

With Ki-hoon’s assuring words, I gulped and resolved myself to accept his help.

"Alright."

I don’t know how I got to this point, but I remember there was a point where I told myself I would remain in a friendly relationship with them so that we could have a cordial relationship where I wouldn’t be disturbed by anything and could live a smooth sailing life in luxury.

I was going to do that and had mapped out all the things I could do for the characters to take away their troubles and allow us to live happily ever after.

But I think it all got messed up from the point where I fainted and returned to the other world.

My view of this world and this situation did not change, of course, but there was definitely something that changed. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

Even after realizing that the life of Jo-Pil I read in a novel was actually my life before the life I gained in the other world, I was sure I wouldn’t let them get too close and that I would give them a hard time.

But what was this?

Why was I suddenly kissing one yesterday, getting intimate with another today, and making plans with another tomorrow?

(I hope you get that part.)

It was as if the cool, cordial, and friendly relationship I planned out was sucked down the drain. I couldn’t even keep them at arm’s length like this.

They were close, so close that I couldn’t even see any space between us. And if I wanted to push them away, I’d need extra help from somewhere because I had no power or strength to push away four powerful Alphas.

I was scared that if we started progressing like this, we would definitely enter a path of no return and I was right.

One thing led to another and I ended up using Ki-hoon for my trauma eraser. Well, it was the trauma that had to do with him, so he was just paying up.

And during the course of assuring myself that he wouldn’t hurt me in this life or go past the limit I set for him, not pursuing his own pleasure, I found myself giving in to pleasure as well.

In fact, I was weak to it. I see that now.

I probably never realized it before in my previous life because of all the roughness and hate. Only a machoist lunatic would feel pleasure from all that brutality.

Anyway, we were currently entering a route I had foreseen as scary. I did not expect us to go this far and thought we would simply be kissing each other till I was sure he wouldn’t cross any lines.

But I was the one who crossed the line by enticing him into playing and sucking my nipples. I was the bad one here.

I might drag my precious babies into the forbidden land with this lewd body of mine.

If it was like this with Ki-hoon, it would definitely get to this point with the others as well, and something told me that the more I try to run from it, the more it would find its way to me, and it would happen at the most unexpected moments.

"Haa," I moaned but tried to suppress my main since I felt extremely embarrassed.

Gosh, this was too much.

Ki-hoon sat on the bed with me and put me to sit on top of him. Then, he allowed me to rest my body on his while he took care of our business down there.

And guess what? He wasn’t just stroking my dick, he had his and mine joined together, a horrible comparison while he fapped his hands up and down.

Even if I was losing my mind to the pleasure, I could still feel how veiny his own dick was.

And each time he stormed, I felt him bulge and twitch in excitement.

Was doing it together with mine enough to get him this excited? Yeah, but maybe that wasn’t all.

He had me in his arms with me breathing on his neck while he sucked on mine.

This level of touching was way over the roof and with this, I was sure that stupid trauma that crept up and gave me a fright out of nowhere had found its roots and buried itself somewhere.

My mind was a pleasure mess so I couldn’t even think of the bad things from my previous life anymore.

’If I keep reminding myself of today and how gentle and tender Ki-hoon is, I doubt I’ll be scared or worried whenever the memory surfaces.’ I told myself while moaning endlessly.

My voice was going to be a cracky mess by the morning. I was sure of it.

"Jo-Pil," Ki-hoon asked, groaning in a deep tone voice that had doused with endless pleasure.

"Yes, haa, Hyung?" I answered, though I could barely move my body.

I felt weak like my bones had become pudding jelly.

So, this was what pleasure caused. No wonder people always wanted to drown themselves in sensual pleasure.

It beat the times I did it by myself by tenfold.

"Does it feel good?" He asked but why the hell would he ask me that?

It was too embarrassing to answer.

He should just keep going till we-- wait, why did he stop?

"H-Hyung?" I called.

He just stopped moving his hand out of the blue. Did he cum? No, even though he did, he was doing this for me to feel at ease, too, so why?

"Are you going to answer?" He asked and my mouth nearly fell wide in disbelief.

This man... Did he really stop because I didn’t answer him? He was despicable.

"If you answer me I’ll keep going."

But he was equally feeling frustrated so how could he keep this up?

Was he that confident that I would be too frustrated to hold back?

"You’re starting to move your hips again." He said and I flinched. I was doing what?

I didn’t even realize it. My hips were moving because I felt frustrated even though my brain did not issue the command.

Just what was wrong with this body?

It made me even more embarrassed than answering his question sincerely. I wanted to dig up a hole and bury myself inside.

"Just be honest with me," he said, his thumb brushing the tip of my dick and smearing my precum all over the cap. I couldn’t see it but I had my senses to tell me. "You were so shy earlier, and I’m sure that’s why you’re refusing to answer me, but look at this, you’re spewing precum with every stroke." He said and I gulped. "You’re twitching so much down here, can’t wait for my hands to continue, right?"

You know, for someone who so adamantly refused to jerk off in front of me, he was doing a pretty good job talking dirty about my small dick.

Was he always like this?

How would I know? He was always so full of hate.

"Jo-Pil," he breathed in my ear. "If you tell me honestly how good it feels, I’ll move my hands even faster."

Just where did my lovable, affectionate, and considerate Ki-hoon go?

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