Snatching the Villain’s Precious Princess - Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Until the very end.

It was astonishing that the phrase “until the end” could even be used here. She had thought he’d already given her everything, yet there was still more. Her body already felt crammed to the brim, as if there were no space left for anything else.

But Pado’s words were neither bluff nor jest. A moment later, she felt him push in again, thick and unyielding, until it was almost too much to bear. The pressure was so alien, so overwhelming, that she let out an involuntary cry.

“Ah—ah, ahh!“

From deep in her throat came a sound she had never heard herself make before — high, sweet, and shameless, a voice she hadn’t known she possessed.

Pado drove himself in as far as her body would allow, then drew in a ragged breath. Her earlier cries melted into a series of teasing, breathless pants. He looked down at Morae, who could do nothing but gasp, her strength gone.

Straightening from where he’d been sitting, Pado bent low over her. The hair he’d swept back fell forward slightly, shadowing his face.

Before she could even remark on the change, he began to move — rocking his hips forward and back, pressing against her where they were joined so tightly that her inner walls compressed around him.

He drove into her so deep she couldn’t breathe, yet there was pleasure in it, a sweetness not unlike the lonely satisfaction of her own touch. She liked the way he moved above her, the heat of him pressed against her lower body.

All her earlier confidence — that once she had him, she could make him hers — dissolved into nothing.

The moment he entered her, such trivial thoughts evaporated. Pado said nothing, only moved, thrusting into her with the relentless rhythm of a dog.

“Mm… mm… haah.“

She was still reeling from the sheer weight and force of him when suddenly he pulled out. The pleasure that had been flowing through her was cut short, replaced by the hot, viscous sensation of liquid spilling as the tight fullness inside her gave way.

Morae knew instantly what had happened. Above her, Pado’s face wore an expression that was equal parts bliss and frustration.

A scoff slipped past her lips.

“Pft.”

He had come.

Already. Less than two minutes after entering her. He hadn’t lasted even as long as it took for instant noodles to cook.

“Hah—hah! And after all that bragging.”

Pado let out a sharp snort through his nose.

Morae gripped the sheet with her right hand and pushed herself up slightly. Her lips twitched with the smile she couldn’t hide, her victory sweet and sharp.

She hadn’t reached the peak herself, and the heat still roiled inside her, but his defeat was too satisfying to ignore.

“So, was it that good? Couldn’t even last a minute before you came? I told you — someone like you is nothing to me.”

After all that teasing, to end like this — she reveled in mocking him.

Finishing the moment penetration began wasn’t a matter of skill or function. Sometimes, in the face of a woman’s body for the first time, a man could be so wound up, so overwhelmed, that he finished too soon.

Morae knew that well. Which made it all the more delightful.

“Oh no, what a shame. I’m not done yet. But… since it’s your first time, I guess I’ll let it slide. It’s not like you meant to. You just liked me too much to hold back — can’t blame anyone for that, right?”

Pado wasn’t lacking, nor was there anything wrong with him. It was purely because it was his first time — and because being inside her had felt so good — that he’d lost control so quickly. The thought made her want to wriggle with glee.

“I was going to tell you to finish outside, but… mm, I’ll forgive you. You didn’t do it on purpose. You just couldn’t help yourself.”

Leaning back against the headboard, she hugged a pillow and slipped a hand between her thighs.

“Wow… you came a lot. Been holding back?”

She teased him, curling her index finger to stir the sticky mess between his legs. Pado’s expression cooled.

“Hey.”

From above, his eyes narrowed, his voice dropping low. The weight of it slid over her skin — the same gravity he’d carried when he’d been angry before they’d even touched.

“Who said I was done? One round doesn’t end until I can’t get it up anymore.”

His large hand closed around her ankle. In one smooth pull, he dragged her down and back onto the bed. Her eyes widened in surprise at the sudden motion.

Pado knelt with one knee raised, hoisting her legs up over his shoulders. The sudden lift made Morae draw her chin in uncomfortably.

Between her parted thighs, she saw it — his cock, standing tall again, defiant, despite having just spilled himself moments ago.

“Eek! Who said— one round isn’t—ah!”

She tried to kick free, but her sock feet slid uselessly. While she struggled, Pado pushed his tip inside her again.

Slowly, from the head down, he eased himself in. The angle this time was different — tilted, sending a new kind of sensation sparking through her.

Just when she thought he’d take what he wanted again, he stopped with barely half of himself inside. His hands cupped her hips, giving her rear a light slap.

“Not bad. You’re being pretty considerate of a guy’s pleasure. Counting one round by whether I’ve finished, not whether you have.”

“What?”

“I mean, I count rounds by my own standards. But you? You should count by yours. Unless you’ve already come, of course — if that one minute was enough to take you to heaven, begging me to stop, then that’s a different story.”

It was hard to find a retort that landed, especially with that last jab. It needled her pride. Morae’s eyes narrowed as she clutched at the blanket.

“I haven’t.”

“Then it’s not over. Not for me, not for you. Let’s see who’s still standing when it’s all done.”

“Sounds like a desperate attempt to save face. The second time, you’ll—ah!”

Pado folded himself over her and thrust deep. Her eyes fluttered as the slick heat of him struck her inner walls.

Once again, she was filled to the brim. It hurt, but the sharp sting carried a strange, cleansing thrill, and her lips parted on their own.

With one hand braced against the mattress, Yoo Pado began to move — hips and waist working in steady rhythm.

He pulled back as if about to slip free, only to drive in deep, pressing heavy and sure. The moment he thrust like a battering ram, her inner walls clung to him, thick and unyielding.

Her body tightened hard around him, then released. That snug, greedy embrace cracked his expression for an instant.

The way his face faltered — startled, as if he’d done something reckless — had its own sweetness. Morae savored his excitement, tightening the muscles of her hips. When she squeezed down on him, his own face twisted in turn.

“So… you can do that…”

His words came in fragments, broken by the movement. Looking down at the heat that gripped and refused to let him go, Pado drew a long, deep breath.

He gathered the strands of hair that had nearly all come loose, sweeping them back up over her head. Sweat and heat had mussed them into imperfect waves that glimmered under the lamplight.

Beneath them, those sharp dark-brown eyes glistened too — catching and holding the light.

She had just enough time to think they looked greedy… before his body lunged forward. He drove into her with frantic force.

“Ah! Ow—ah—hah—ah!”

Morae spilled cries without holding a single one back. She had never known her throat could make such sounds.

Each time he stirred inside her, her thoughts flickered in and out. With the sheer strength Pado had over anyone else, his relentless pace left her no hope of holding on.

“Ha—ha—hah—nngh—uh!”

The moans leapt from her without pause. They didn’t even keep up with the pounding — the speed of it outstripped her voice, leaving her mind dazed. Her head ached. Or maybe it was her stomach.

“Ah—ah—ahhh…!”

It was like pressing some hidden button over and over, each push sending a jolt of ecstasy through her before it faded, only to rise again — lifting her up, letting her fall.

Her legs, perched on his shoulders, swayed like reeds in the wind.

With nowhere to brace, her toes curled. Sweat dampened the crook of her knees from all the shaking. Each time Pado bent his body low, the pull on her hips made her legs ache.

Floundering in that helpless state, Morae gripped his forearm where it pressed into the bed. Well-kept nails sank into his thick skin.

“Uhh—nngh—gentle… gentle…”

It felt unbearably good, yet the burn between her legs and the strain in her hips and waist sharpened the sensation until it made her dizzy.

When she begged him with tear-brimmed eyes, his thrusts finally began to slow. The driving rhythm — like a dance in six-eight time — ebbed, each beat stretching longer.

Pado, who had been holding even his breath, exhaled at last. The weight of that sigh brushed her skin, sending a shiver along it.

And then, the furious motion stopped entirely.

Lowering the leg he had draped over his shoulder, he massaged the limp thigh with a gentle hand before pressing a kiss to her knee.

Drained of her strength, Morae could only let him rest a palm on her belly. He seemed pleased by the way it bulged slightly with him still inside her — as if it were something endearing.

He pressed down, liking how the curve wouldn’t flatten, and liking even more the way she whimpered at the sensation.

Without pulling out, Pado leaned in low. His lips brushed the center of her swaying chest.

“Now we’re even. One to one.”

Her mind snapped back into focus. Was he seriously treating this like a score?

If so, there was no way she could lose. Morae hurriedly released his arm and wiped her eyes with her wrist. The damp shimmer along her lashes vanished, leaving only a trace.

“Not… yet.”

Panting, she shoved at the head pressed against her chest. Pado raised his head with a smirk.

“That’s the Eun Morae I know.”

***

On her stomach, hips lifted high, Morae wavered.

Even with her arms and elbows planted firm, she couldn’t keep steady. Each time Pado’s grip on her waist pulled her back to meet him, her forehead nearly struck the mattress.

Her head and arms stayed locked in place, but the peak of her hips rocked shamelessly. Soft flesh quivered with each impact.

He had moved her so much that the hollow of her back caught his seed, which then trickled down between her cheeks to wet him again.

“Lewd.” 

Pado murmured under his breath.

A woman burying her head in the bed while shaking a seed-slick backside… and a man rutting into her like a hound — the picture couldn’t have been more indecent.

He wiped the mess from between her cheeks with his hand. When his fingers threatened to slip deeper, her hips twitched and her knees gave way.

He hauled her back up, wiping his hand on the blanket without much care.

Any thought of laundry was far too late — his bedding was in ruins. Some patches were damp with sweat, others slick with her wetness. Still others bore the sharp scent of his release.