PBWY - 15

Chapter 15: Only You

It had already been two months since they had started over.

It was a week after Yeonhee had opened her heart to him again when, one day, he cautiously asked her with sad eyes.

“Yeonhee, have you… finished with Im Junjae? As long as I can be by your side, I’m fine. I can wait. But still…”

It was a question he had struggled to ask, holding back his emotions.

At that moment, Yeonhee finally realized that Junghoon still misunderstood the relationship between her and Junjae. Since she had never had any relationship with Junjae to begin with, she hadn’t even considered the possibility of Junghoon thinking that way.

Seeing Junghoon’s dejected expression, Yeonhee pondered for a while. Should she tease him more? Should she push him a little? She had her own grievances from before.

But seeing his face, the most pitiful face in the world, his delicate eyelashes, and his downcast eyes, her heart was moved, and without realizing it, she spoke.

“I never dated Junjae.”

She still remembers the moment Junghoon’s face lit up unbelievably when he heard those words.

After their brief conversation, the misunderstanding was completely cleared up. It turned out that Junjae and she were just friends, and there was no relationship between them in Korea or Hong Kong.

As soon as the truth came to light, Junghoon expressed his emotions with his whole body. With a flushed face, he took a deep breath, then turned around to secretly smile to himself. Suddenly, he pulled Yeonhee into a hug and kissed her on the cheek.

After enjoying the overwhelming joy, he grumbled as emotions welled up, complaining about how much he had suffered because of that “friend.”

After they officially became a couple, he was always smiling.

Even when they were having a meal, if he looked up and his scalp tingled, he would smile at her. When they were walking along the riverbank, if he turned his head, she would see his eyes beautifully curved.

It was the same now.

At a café near Yeonhee’s house, she was sitting by the window, looking out at the street, when she suddenly lifted her gaze. Junghoon was smiling at her with his chin resting on his hand, as if his only task in life was to look at her. The book he had brought with him was never opened.

Yeonhee also closed her book. She couldn’t bear the affectionate gaze directed at her, feeling embarrassed.

“Why are you looking at me like that? It’s so overwhelming.”

“Because I like you. It’s fascinating.”

By now, she should have gotten used to it, right?

Yeonhee had indeed become accustomed to being with him.

Of course, at first, it had felt unfamiliar. The way he would wait for her after work, holding her hand and walking her all the way to her mansion, kissing her on the cheek as he said goodbye—it had all felt strange.

But as the days passed, then a month, and now two months, it had become part of her daily routine. The time they had spent apart seemed like a distant memory, and the reality of being with him had become familiar.

Yeonhee rested her chin on her hand and gazed at him. A warm, affectionate stare passed between them.

For a while, they just looked at each other, until Yeonhee was the first to look away. Junghoon’s gaze, as devoted and full of affection as a dog following its owner, was just too embarrassing for her.

“The weather is so clear and nice today, Yeonhee.”

Yeonhee turned her gaze to the window in response to his words. The sky was completely covered in gray clouds. It seemed that the clear and nice weather was only in his mind.

She lightly tapped his book.

“You’ve been carrying this book around for a whole month. Focus a little, will you, Team Leader?”

“It’s not a month. It’s been much longer.”

“Huh?”

Junghoon chuckled as he tapped his book lightly.

“Since I came to Hong Kong, I’ve probably read only three pages of this. I’ve been bringing it to the café every time with you, but my attention is so focused on you that I couldn’t read it.”

“......”

Yeonhee slightly squinted her eyes, trying to recall the memory. Now that she thought about it, it always seemed to be that book. She hadn’t paid attention to it back then, so she hadn’t noticed.

A small laugh escaped her. After putting the book in her bag, Yeonhee stood up. She gave him a light nod, and Jeonghoon immediately stood up to follow her.

“Shall we go for a walk? The weather is so clear and nice.”

Yeonhee gestured toward the gray sky as she said this, teasing him with the words he had said earlier. Jeonghoon just smiled in response. Then, holding her hand tightly, he gently kissed the back of her hand.

Hand in hand, they walked under the overcast sky. They strolled along the riverbank, walking at a leisurely pace.

“Do you want to have dinner at my place tonight? I’ll cook for you.”

Jeonghoon pressed his fingers tightly between hers as he spoke. Yeonhee scratched her cheek for a moment before slowly nodding her head.

“...Mmm... That sounds good.”

Her heart started to beat a little faster. His place. Dinner together. And...

And after that, they would probably spend the night together.

Since they had started meeting again, they had shared light kisses and hugs, but they had never slept together.

The man she was with now seemed like a proper gentleman.

After dinner, he always made sure to send her home just before sunset, leaving her with a sweet “Good night” as they parted ways.

He never visited her house, nor did he invite her to his. He maintained a clean, almost monk-like demeanor, as if he had vowed to preserve his chastity.

For Yeonhee, who knew his more animalistic side, this was puzzling. Every time they kissed, his body would press against hers in a way that made her feel embarrassed, so why was he acting this way?

But today, he had invited her to his house.

Yeonhee couldn’t help but feel a slight sense of anticipation. While she hadn’t been eagerly waiting for this day, a part of her was still nervous with excitement.

How strong was his physique? How firm were the muscles that covered his body? How sweet would the night be, soaked in pleasure? Her body already knew.

For dinner, they had pasta and steak.

He had hired a famous chef for private lessons and, unbelievably, the food was absolutely delicious.

“Is it good?”

“Yes. It’s really delicious. Surprisingly so.”

When she complimented him, nodding her head, he seemed overly delighted, like a young boy.

“Actually, I thought about trying Korean food first, but I found Western food easier to make. I’m also learning how to make abalone porridge, so look forward to it. I’ll make it for you soon.”

As he cleared the plates, he spoke with a proud voice. Yeonhee, with nothing else to do, idly fiddled with the vase on the table before asking.

“Why abalone porridge?”

“Don’t you remember?”

He roughly washed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher before turning around to ask. There was a hint of a sulk on his face. Yeonhee shrugged her shoulders, indicating that she didn’t know what he was talking about.

Jeonghoon wiped off the moisture from the shelves, sighed, and shook his head.

“Do you really not remember? When you were sick and came to my house, you had abalone porridge. I promised you that I would make it for you later. Did you forget?”

Yeonhee boldly replied, “I could have forgotten,” and headed to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Jeonghoon followed her, muttering behind her.

“Do you really not remember? You asked me to put a lot of abalone in it.”

“Oh! I remember, I remember.”

Only then did Yeonhee nod her head.

That’s right. After fighting with her mother and getting caught in the rain, Yeonhee had caught a slight cold, and it was then that Jeonghoon first invited her to his house. He had then tortured her body throughout the night, and the next day, he gave her abalone porridge that the housekeeper had made.

And she remembered what he had said back then.

“I’ll definitely learn how to make this and cook it for you one day.”

Was Jeonghoon really such a delicate person that he would even remember trivial conversations like that? It didn’t seem like it.

While she brushed her teeth, she couldn’t help but wonder. Meanwhile, Jeonghoon, arms crossed, was leaning against the bathroom door frame, watching her.

“The memories related to you don’t fade. I think it’s because I fell in love with you from the very beginning.”

“…Isn’t it embarrassing to say something like that?”

“What’s embarrassing about it? Not for me.”

Seeing him reply nonchalantly, Yeonhee wiped her mouth with the towel. She could still smell his scent on it. Jeonghoon, like a large dog, trailed behind her as she walked into the living room.

“I begged for a chance, told you to come back, and even knelt down. Pleading was the least I could do. Do you think I’d be embarrassed just by confessing my love?”

His voice was shamelessly bold.

“…I suppose you’ve always been too confident, haven’t you, Jeonghoon?”

“I’m not scared of anything anymore, and I’m not ashamed either. I’ve already exposed everything—my innermost thoughts, my flaws, my heart—everything.”

“Hm. I wonder if knowing everything means you’ll act recklessly.”

Jeonghoon wrapped his arm around Yeonhee’s shoulders and slumped onto the sofa. Then, he pulled her onto his lap, burying his face in the back of her neck. Like someone craving affection, he slowly rubbed his cheek against hers and whispered.

“But there’s one thing that scares me. …Yeonhee, you scare me. The thing that scares me most in the world is when you turn away from me.”

“......”

“Actually, I still can’t believe that you’re here. That also scares me. I’m afraid when I open my eyes, this will all be a dream.”

At his spoiled words, Yeonhee smiled faintly. It felt like a dream to her too. She couldn’t believe it. She was falling back into the arms of the person who had hurt her so deeply.

The wounds she had received from him would likely never disappear. Even though they might blur, the scars would quietly remain.

But now that she had decided to accept him again, Yeonhee was ready to endure the wounds of the past.

She pulled away from him and quietly met his gaze.

“To be honest, I still hate you, Jeonghoon.”

Jeonghoon’s eyes wavered uneasily. His arms tightened around her waist.

Yeonhee smiled faintly and continued.

“The things you did to me—if I didn’t hate you, I’d be a saint, not a person. But… still, the reason I can meet you is because I like you enough to overlook that pain.”

“......”

Jeonghoon fell into an awkward silence.

He didn’t know what to say. Should he tell her that he liked her too? Should he thank her? Or should he just remain silent?

The man standing in front of Yeonhee now was different from before. Gone was the arrogant, overbearing shell, and in its place was a foolish man who had thrown everything at her.

Yeonhee ran her fingers over Jeonghoon’s eyes.

“Your eyebrows are thick… your lashes are long… your nose is pretty… How is your skin so smooth?”

Her fingers slowly traced his cheek. The light touch made Jeonghoon swallow hard, feeling his tension rise.

Soon, her subtle hand brushed against Jeonghoon’s lips. She gently tapped his lower lip and continued speaking.

“There are times when the words that come from your mouth can be really harsh… but your lips are beautiful. Your appearance is truly perfect.”

“......”

“You have a lot of money, and even your body is amazing. That’s why I like you. Would you be disappointed if I said that?”

At Yeonhee’s teasing question, Junghoon tilted the corner of his mouth into a smirk.

“Why wouldn’t I? Right now, my face, body, and money are giving me hope that I can keep holding onto you. I should be grateful.”

He continued, his eyes curving into a smile.

“Honestly, it’s not like you fell for me because of my personality, right?”

“Well, that’s true. Your personality is pretty twisted, Junghoon.”

“Thank you. For finding even a messed-up bastard like me attractive.”

Junghoon smiled as if melting.

Yeonhee laughed inwardly.

In truth, it wasn’t just his looks—she had fallen for the kindness of “Team Leader Min Junghoon.” She had been deceived by the sincerity he had hidden beneath his layers. But she couldn’t say that.

His arrogant yet confident demeanor. His sensitive yet relaxed, fiery yet composed actions—she had been swept away by all of it… but she couldn’t bring herself to say it.

Both the Junghoon of the past and the Junghoon of now were so captivating to her that falling in love with him again felt almost natural.

Yeonhee smiled quietly as she looked at him. Junghoon, too, looked into her eyes and raised the corner of his mouth, as if pleased.

But his smile didn’t last long.

“…….”

The relaxed smile faded from his face. Junghoon, deliberately expressionless, turned his gaze away and then suddenly pulled her into a tight embrace.

He rubbed his face against her ear and let out a low sigh.

“I’m really trash. A bastard.”

With a whisper that sounded like he was gritting his teeth, he slowly pressed his lips to her ear.

Yeonhee shrank back as she felt his hot breath. The sensation against her ear wasn’t just chilling. It was also because of the heated pressure she felt below.

“Even in a touching moment like this, I’m a horny bastard.”

His erection, bulging like a massive mountain, pressed against her in a way that felt overwhelming.

Yeonhee was puzzled. How had Junghoon gotten so worked up? All they had done was smile at each other. He called himself a horny bastard, and it seemed he really was one.

Junghoon’s breathing grew increasingly heated. He buried his forehead in her shoulder and struggled to catch his breath for a while. It seemed like he was trying to suppress his desires.

But no matter how hard he tried, the impulse wouldn’t subside, so he finally lifted Yeonhee and set her down.

Junghoon abruptly stood up from the sofa and said as if throwing the words out.

“Let’s go out.”

“Where?”

Yeonhee asked, looking flustered. Where are we going? And why are we leaving?

The front of his pants was obscenely swollen. Faced with Junghoon’s blatant arousal, Yeonhee grabbed his hand. She tried to pull him back down, urging him to sit, but his body remained as still as a stone.

“Junghoon. Come here for a second.”

She spoke softly and tugged at his hand again, and finally, Junghoon gave in.

With a heavy sigh, Junghoon sat back down on the sofa. He covered his face with the hand she wasn’t holding, staying as far away from her as possible.

He looked unusually uneasy. It didn’t seem like mere embarrassment. It wasn’t like him to react this way just because he had revealed his arousal.

Yeonhee deliberately leaned her stiff face closer to him.

“Junghoon.”

“Yes.”

Even while avoiding her gaze, Junghoon answered dutifully. Yeonhee forcibly pulled his hand away from his face.

Junghoon, his eyes red with excitement, continued to avoid her gaze.

“Junghoon. Do you not like touching me?”

It was an incredibly direct question. Junghoon turned his head towards Yeonhee, then shook his head with an expression as if he’d been struck.

“It can’t be.”

“But why do you keep avoiding me?”

Whenever their bodies touched, whenever a strange current flowed between them, Junghoon always ran away. He avoided the situation. He either forced the atmosphere to lighten up or ended the situation altogether.

As those days repeated, Yeonhee felt uneasy.

Just why is he doing this? Even today, he invited me to his place, even made dinner for me... What could be the problem?

Junghoon lowered his eyes and gave a bitter smile.

“It’s not that I dislike the touching... If you knew what filthy thoughts were filling my head right now, you’d run away immediately, Yeonhee.”

He muttered to himself, or something like that, with a look that seemed to hold a complex inner turmoil. Junghoon let out a quiet sigh and slowly ran a hand over his face.

“This time, I wanted to start cautiously. I wanted to show you how much I treasure you, Yeonhee. That’s what I had in mind... But damn it, even just making eye contact makes me hard.”

“......”

“It’s not like I’m a seventeen-year-old going through puberty, seriously...”

A self-deprecating voice fell low. Yeonhee gave a half-baked smile towards the bowed Junghoon.

“Stop being so cautious. You’ve treasured me enough by now.”

“......”

“That unfamiliar side of you, Junghoon... it’s quite cute, though.”

Junghoon took his hand away from his face and quietly lifted his gaze. His eyes slowly scanned Yeonhee’s face. As if he was trying to decipher her inner thoughts and desires.

Soon, Junghoon gave a slow smile and pulled her hand onto his pants. The person who was so restless just moments ago was nowhere to be seen; his face was even covered with his usual leisurely expression.

“Then make me even cuter, this too.”

There was suppressed excitement in his tone, which lacked any inflection.

Yeonhee couldn’t help but flinch. It was because she could feel the heat swelling up in his palm. Was it originally this big? His member, which she hadn’t encountered in a long time, was so enormous that it was surprising just by its shape.

Junghoon forcefully moved Yeonhee’s stiff hand and began to slowly rub it. The quiet breaths he let out were particularly suggestive.

Yeonhee wriggled her fingers and involuntarily rubbed his member. The swollen cock was growing even larger under that contact.

Junghoon forcefully intertwined his fingers with Yeonhee’s.

“I want to be loved by you, Yeonhee, but I don’t know what to do. I even chased you to Hong Kong and acted like a stalker. I didn’t want you to have a hard time, so I paid off your loan for you, but I only ended up disappointing you... I want to cherish you, but in the end, all I do is get a hard-on in front of you, what a pathetic excuse for a man I am.”

“......”

“I feel like a clumsy fool whenever I’m in front of you, Yeonhee.”

I really don’t know what to do... Junghoon confessed his helplessness in a voice suppressed by desire. In the midst of this, he seemed to resent his painfully erect center.

Yeonhee calmly revealed her true feelings towards him.

“Just do whatever your heart tells you to do, Junghoon.”

“...Even if I do this?”

“Yes.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Really.”

Yeonhee nodded. You were a selfish person from the very beginning, what’s new about this? That was all she could think.

Junghoon’s eyes, burning with desire, smiled.

He cupped Yeonhee’s cheeks with both hands and then gently kissed her. Their lips brushed against each other as they whispered secretly.

“Then suck it for me.”

Yeonhee’s hand, resting on the sofa, tensed. Junghoon continued to hold her cheeks, sucking and licking her lips. A hot breath mingled through the moist touch of their lips.

Yeonhee froze for a few seconds before her face flushed red. She carefully placed her hand on her pants. Truthfully, she also wanted to fully face his excitement.

Click, the sound of a buckle unfastening echoed. As she fumbled with the underwear beneath, she felt a heavy sensation in her palm.

Strangely nervous, her hand trembled. Junghoon, who kissed her cheek with a soft smile, looked at the hesitant Yeonhee.

“It’s not like it’s your first time seeing mine. Why are you so nervous, cutely?”

His voice, tinged with laughter, made her stubbornly defensive. When was I nervous? Though she was indeed nervous, being caught made her pride sting, so Yeonhee bit his lip firmly.

Without hesitation, she pulled down his underwear. An angry pillar sprang up towards the sky. Unlike his delicate face, his member always looked menacing.

As she carefully wrapped her palm around the tip, a suppressed moan escaped Junghoon.

“Hoo...”

The hot, swollen thing twitched. Her hand couldn’t fully grasp the shaft, so she used both hands to hold it and gently stroked.

As she slid her hand along the slick shaft, she felt the prominent veins. When she rounded the glans and firmly stroked downwards, his member twitched in response. Even his slightly exposed, firm abs tensed.

She slowly rubbed the tip with her palm. He let out a hot breath and tilted his head back slightly.

Yeonhee lifted her gaze to steal a glance at his elegant jawline. His slightly parted lips and straight jawline looked even more obscene than the member in her hand.

She stopped rubbing and shaking the slick shaft and quietly lowered her head. Holding the member tightly, she lightly touched the slit of the glans with her tongue. His member twitched and jumped. A bitter taste lingered on her tongue.

Junghoon, who had been tilting his head back, looked down at Yeonhee again. He seemed to feel the moist touch on his member.

Yeonhee carefully took the swollen, fully hardened member into her mouth. Junghoon’s face, losing composure, was colored with desire.

Yeonhee stimulated the tip with her tongue, then mustered the courage to open her mouth. Even though she opened her mouth until her jaw hurt, she could only barely take the tip, unable to reach halfway down the shaft.

Feeling the overwhelming volume reaching her throat, she groaned. Somehow, she managed to take it in, but it was so big that she couldn’t suck properly. She lowered her head further but couldn’t make any progress.

“Ugh...”

Finally, Yeonhee lifted her head again. As the member left her lips, a wet, sticky sound echoed. Haa, haa. As she breathed heavily in the silence, Junghoon gently caressed her cheek.

“Open your mouth.”

At Junghoon’s words, Yeonhee obediently parted her lips slightly.

Junghoon held the shaft with one hand and gently grasped the back of Yeonhee’s neck with the other. Then, he began to slowly rub her lips with the glans. The moist flesh, wet with saliva and pre-cum, slid slowly along her lip line.

Yeonhee exhaled a hot breath.

“Stick out your tongue.”

With her eyes closed, Yeonhee obeyed. Soon, the hard shaft rubbed against her tongue in a circular motion. She could vividly feel the prominent veins and the curve connecting the tip to the shaft.

As she followed his lead, licking and sucking, the bitter taste subtly washed over her.

Junghoon pressed his member firmly against Yeonhee’s moist tongue and pushed the glans into the gap, saying,

“Wrap your tongue around it like this and suck with just your lips.”

Then, pulling her neck towards him, he commanded,

“Take it in again.”

It was a soft coercion.

Yeonhee carefully held his member. The shaft beneath her palm pulsed with a throbbing heartbeat. It was time to take the overwhelming size into her mouth once more.

When she looked up, she saw a man whose pupils were glistening with desire. His face, looking down at her as if to strip her bare, was overwhelmingly authoritative.

Yes. This is the Min Junghoon I know.

Amusingly, Yeonhee finally felt like she was facing the Junghoon she knew.

But Junghoon didn’t push Yeonhee forcefully as he used to. After lightly tapping her cheek, he simply said softly,

“Suck it.”

Yeonhee lowered her upper body again. Holding onto his firm thighs for balance, she grasped the shaft. As she opened her mouth and took the member in, the hard glans pressed against her palate, pushing deep inside.

With her small lips struggling to hold on, she moved her head up and down with difficulty. A faint, sticky sound echoed.

Junghoon exhaled slowly. He barely suppressed the urge to grab Yeonhee’s hair and thrust his hips roughly. He wanted to push his member violently into her mouth and release right then, but he couldn’t. He shouldn’t.

A pleasure that threatened to drive him mad coursed through his body.

Carefully, he reached out and gently brushed aside Yeonhee’s hair that had fallen forward.

Her face, holding his member, was revealed. Her thin eyelashes, resting above her lowered eyes, looked adorable.

Junghoon admired her face as she struggled to suck his member. Her small lips wrapped around him. The shaft, slick with saliva and pre-cum. The red tongue that peeked out each time she sucked.

Then, a strained moan escaped Yeonhee.

“Ugh... Ah...”

At the same time, his member twitched and jumped. Junghoon let out a heavy breath.

Beneath Yeonhee’s lowered head, her shirt collar hung loose. It was a comfortable shirt, and as soon as she bent over, the valley of her breasts swayed into view.

Junghoon slid his hand into the gap of Yeonhee’s shirt. He cupped her bra and began to knead softly. The soft mounds of her breasts were pressed under his rough touch.

Yeonhee’s movements slowed. The tongue touching his member trembled.

“It hurts if you do it like this.”

Junghoon roughly pushed aside her bra and grabbed her bare breast. The warm, soft flesh clung pleasantly to his hand.

Yeonhee muffled her moans, her lips moving restlessly.

“Ugh... Ah...”

Her full, hanging breasts were roughly kneaded. Each time he twisted and squeezed her breast, a shiver of pleasure ran down her spine.

The heat pooling in her lower abdomen was unusual. Yeonhee shrugged her shoulders and tried to spit out the member in her mouth. But Junghoon thrust his hips, forcing the member deep into her mouth, stopping her attempt.

“Ah!”

The glans reached her throat. Yeonhee’s flushed face gasped for air.

Junghoon flicked her nipple. As he rubbed and teased the areola, her nipple stiffened completely.

Yeonhee tried to ignore his touch and moved her head. Her lower body was becoming embarrassingly wet.

“Here, it’s gotten hard.”

He pinched her thickened nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pulled. A spark of pleasure flared up like a flame.

“Ah...!”

Yeonhee let out a moan and instinctively clenched her teeth. But the sound, muffled by the member filling her mouth, couldn’t escape properly.

Junghoon tormented Yeonhee’s hardened nipple, now fully aroused, before cupping her breast again. He kneaded the swaying flesh delicately, then gently rubbed the nipple resting on his palm.

Yeonhee’s shoulders twitched as the rising pleasure overwhelmed her.

Junghoon pinched her nipple with two fingers and whispered,

“Did you get hard while sucking me?”

“Ah...”

Instead of answering, Yeonhee only let out a strained moan.

He dropped the hand that was caressing her chest and gently pressed the back of her head. With a subtle movement of his hips, he pushed his member deeper into her mouth, which had only barely taken the tip. Slowly moving his hips, he thrust all the way to the back of her throat before pulling out again.

Yeonhee continued to suck on him with clumsy movements. The tip of his member rubbed against the roof of her mouth as it entered deeply, scraping against the inner walls of her mouth as it withdrew. His throbbing member pulsed as it repeatedly pushed in and out.

“Open your mouth wider. I’m going to cum in your throat.”

His abs were taut, as if struggling to hold back.

The member filling her mouth swelled even more. Junghoon pressed down on the back of Yeonhee’s head and thrust his hips deep and long.

Soon, something hot shot roughly into Yeonhee’s mouth. A pungent liquid poured out relentlessly. Junghoon pushed himself deep into Yeonhee, trembling with complete satisfaction.

“Fuck…”

He muttered a curse under his breath, thrusting a couple more times before his cum gushed out in spurts. When Yeonhee began to gasp for breath, he finally pulled out.

Still holding his dripping member, he began to stroke it as if masturbating. The liquid that she couldn’t spit out shot out in several streams.

“Hoo…”

The rough breath of the man who had just finished echoed quietly.

Yeonhee struggled to swallow the half-spilled cum in her mouth. The sound of her gulping was unusually loud.

Junghoon cursed again, his voice rough.

Watching Yeonhee swallow him, his eyes were half-crazed. Without a moment to savor the afterglow, he lifted her and laid her down on the sofa, then kissed her fiercely. There was no time to make it to the bed.

He rubbed his already hardening member against Yeonhee’s thighs as he savagely sucked on her lips. He blocked her moans with his own tongue, pushing it in roughly.

Junghoon devoured Yeonhee’s lips, breathing heavily.

He swallowed her rapid breaths and sucked on her trembling lips madly. Yet, the uncontrollable desire still didn’t subside.

His body burned with explosive excitement. The longer he had held back, the stronger the urge to thrust into her without restraint became.

Yeonhee, who had been squirming, pushed against his body, which was pressing down on her heavily. Their sticky lips finally parted.

As Yeonhee turned her head, gasping for breath, a series of wet kisses rained down on her cheek.

“Ah, Junghoon…”

By now, Yeonhee’s clothes were half off. The garments slipped off effortlessly under his hands, discarded carelessly. Her shirt had already been stripped off when their lips had parted.

Junghoon grabbed her thighs and spread them apart. Then, he pushed his fingers directly into her already wet entrance. The surprised walls of her vagina clenched tightly around his fingers.

As he parted the hot, clinging inner walls, he whispered.

“You couldn’t swallow all of me with your mouth, so you’ll have to take it all here.”

“Ah! Ugh…!”

Junghoon laughed, pressing his other hand against her navel.

“I’m going to fuck you so deep with this.”

His fingers, making wet sounds as they stirred her insides, dug even deeper. The gushing fluids soaked the sofa thoroughly.

Even though it had been a while since they had been together, he knew exactly where to thrust and where to press to make her tremble.

“Ah, ugh…”

Every time he hit the right spot, Yeonhee closed her eyes and let out a moan. Her body twisted with the overwhelming pleasure. Her body, familiar with Junghoon, craved something other than his fingers.

Something hotter. Something bigger to fill her completely. Consciously, she spread her legs wider and moved her hips.

Junghoon’s laughter echoed above her.

“Fuck, I’m going crazy. Where did you learn to beg like this?”

“Ah, ah, ugh…!”

Yeonhee clung to the nape of his neck, letting out a muffled, almost tearful moan. At the same time, his fingers slipped out, and his heavy member began to fill her. He, too, seemed impatient, pushing himself into her without restraint.

“Ah…!”

Yeonhee gasped sharply.

Something as hot as a burning flame was entering her body. The overwhelming pressure made it hard to breathe as she took him inside her.

The firm tip of his member forced her walls apart and plunged in all at once. Yeonhee’s body trembled violently. Pain and pleasure coursed through her lower back.

“Ah… it’s too… ah…!”

The sudden intrusion made her feel as though her body was being pierced. Heat rose from where they were joined, making her feel like her body was on fire.

“Too what, Yeonhee?”

He whispered with a playful tone, not even waiting for an answer before he started moving. He pulled out slightly, then thrust back in with a rough, audible slap.

“Ah!”

Tears welled up in the corners of Yeonhee’s eyes. Junghoon licked her tear-stained cheeks as he began to move his hips. The throbbing heat inside her stirred and ravaged her insides. Wet, squelching sounds began to echo rapidly.

“What should I do? I don’t think you’ll be able to sleep tonight.”

He forced her trembling thighs apart and thrust into her roughly. Yeonhee could only let out ragged breaths.

“Ah, ah, ah…! Ah!”

Red handprints marked her pale thighs.

He lifted her legs and thrust into her without restraint, pulling out only to slam back in with force.

Yeonhee clung to him, letting out sharp, desperate cries. Every time the tip of his member scraped her inner walls and thrust deep, a jolt of pleasure surged through her. The overwhelming waves of ecstasy left her mind hazy.

The creaking of the sofa, the wet sounds of friction, Yeonhee’s screams, and Junghoon’s muffled groans mixed together in a chaotic symphony.

Junghoon’s relentless thrusts pushed Yeonhee’s body without mercy.

“Ah, ah, Junghoon… it’s too fast…! Ugh!”

Yeonhee gasped for breath. Junghoon, too, buried his face in the nape of her neck, exhaling hot breaths.

As soon as Junghoon’s member pulled out, Yeonhee’s inner walls tightened immediately.

Junghoon forced his way through the narrow opening, thrusting all the way to the end. He pushed past the clinging walls, driving himself to the limit. The way her trembling insides clung to him made Junghoon grit his teeth, overwhelmed by how adorable she was.

Their mixed fluids created a sticky froth. Every time he thrust, Yeonhee’s thighs jerked. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed loudly.

“Ah! Ah! Ah…! Ah…!”

Yeonhee let out staccato-like screams. The unbearable pleasure swirled within her. She even felt the strange urge to flee from the ecstasy.

As Yeonhee tried to pull away, Junghoon grabbed her and spread her thighs wide.

Her most intimate entrance was fully exposed. The sticky, glistening folds were visible, and with each rough thrust, her wet, red flesh was pulled out obscenely.

“Why are you trying to run away? Your pussy is taking me so well.”

“Ah! Ugh! Ah…!”

He thrust deeply inside her again. Still holding her thighs wide open, he pushed in forcefully, scraping her walls as he moved. He lifted her hips and slammed into her from above, driving himself deep.

Yeonhee twisted her hips. His grip on her thighs tightened.

“Don’t pull away. I want to see how deep I can go inside you.”

“Ah… Junghoon! Ugh, ah…!”

Feeling him ravaging her insides, Yeonhee clenched her lower abdomen.

The tingling pleasure that had been burning within her soared uncontrollably. Every time her slick inner walls were rubbed, her vision turned white. With each thrust, a fierce tremor ran through her, making her toes tingle.

“Ugh…!”

Yeonhee whimpered, her body curling up tightly. Her heart pounded as if it might burst, and the overwhelming ecstasy left her vision hazy.

Hot fluids began to pour out. Her flushed, red flesh quivered as it released the liquid. The member thrusting inside her was thoroughly soaked. Her thighs became slippery with the wetness.

His member made a slick, wet sound as it parted her trembling inner walls.

“Hah…”

Junghoon pressed his hips down deeply. He thrust hard, filling her completely before finally releasing his climax.

He forced her trembling thighs apart and poured his pleasure deep inside her. Even after filling her to the brim, he continued to move slowly, pushing more of his cloudy cum into her.

He thrust into her as if blocking her insides, ravaging her trembling walls. It was as if he didn’t want a single drop to escape.

“Ah… ugh…”

Yeonhee moaned, almost as if she were crying. Her body twitched uncontrollably from the extreme pleasure. The unrelenting tremors left her clinging to him, her vision white with ecstasy.

Junghoon poured the last of his cum inside her, then kissed her ear.

“Good girl. Don’t let a single drop spill. Drink it all up.”

His voice, filled with lingering pleasure, was incredibly sweet.

Their afterglow didn’t last long.

Junghoon soon grew fully hard again. He pulled Yeonhee, who was completely spent, into his arms and began to move his hips once more.

He thrust his pleasure deep into Yeonhee’s body, which was still limp from her orgasm. He pushed relentlessly.

“Yeonhee. I love you. Yeonhee…”

He muttered her name over and over, filling her completely.

Her body became soaked with the mess of cum scattered everywhere, and eventually, unable to withstand the extreme pleasure and its aftermath, Yeonhee fell asleep as if she had passed out.

Yeonhee was in a daze all day.

It had been so long since they had been together that she had completely forgotten—his intensity, his relentlessness, his persistence.

Junghoon had tormented her like an animal all night, only letting her go after she had lost consciousness. Though whether he really let her go was debatable, since she had literally passed out.

She couldn’t even remember how many times she had climaxed. White flashes filled her world, and in that moment, there was only him, herself, and the pleasure that had pushed her to her limit.

But no matter how enjoyable that pleasure had been, she was now a little exhausted.

“Junghoon… I’m sorry, but could you give me some space…?”

She whispered as she removed his hand from her chest. Junghoon, who was holding her from behind, raised his hand again but didn’t touch her—just rested his palm there.

His member, pressing against her butt, was fully erect, but for the sake of her exhaustion, Junghoon was forcing himself to suppress his desires.

Junghoon sighed and pulled her closer. He pressed his lips to the nape of her neck and whispered softly.

“I won’t touch you. I’ll just hold you like this.”

“Promise?”

“Yeah.”

His answer, deep and resonant, brushed against her ear. The cool breeze from the air conditioner touched her cheek, but the warmth of his embrace covering her body felt nice.

Yeonhee leaned against his chest and let out a satisfied sigh. It felt good just to stay like this, but she wondered how she could soothe his still-hard member.

But honestly, she didn’t have the energy to lift a finger, so she decided to pretend not to notice.

Yeonhee traced the arm wrapped around her waist. Beneath the smooth skin, his muscles were as hard as wood.

“Do you work out separately, Junghoon?”

“When I’m bored, I live at the gym. Whether I was in the U.S., Korea, or here.”

Yeonhee nodded. Of course. His overflowing stamina and firm body didn’t just happen by chance. She tried to pinch his solid arm, but the muscle was so dense that it was hard to get a grip.

“Are you maybe… addicted to working out or something?”

“Something like that.”

“Then…”

Yeonhee hesitated, trailing off. The question she was about to ask was a sensitive one. After swallowing hard, she cautiously continued.

“Then… you’re not addicted to drugs, are you?”

“…What?”

He seemed momentarily confused by her question, letting out a short response. Yeonhee stared at the white blanket and began to mutter as if reciting a spell.

“When we first met, you were smoking marijuana. I remember the smell of it at that party.”

“……”

“I know drugs are hard to quit. If you’re still using them… for the sake of your health, you need to stop now.”

Before, she had brushed it off because they were just casual partners, but now that they were in a relationship, it was different. If he was still caught up in drugs, she had to find a way to bring him back to a normal life.

Of course, she hadn’t smelled marijuana on him when they were together in Korea, but you never know with people. He had pretended to love her before. Hiding a marijuana addiction would be even easier.

Even though marijuana was as common as cigarettes in some countries, to her, it was just a drug. A harmful substance that took people’s minds and bodies off the right track.

Junghoon started chuckling near her ear.

“Yeonhee. I don’t do that stuff.”

“Really? You smoked it when we first met.”

“I’ve smoked it a few times, but only when I thought about my mom.”

When you thought about your mom?

Junghoon nuzzled her ear and whispered.

“Don’t worry. I’ve never been addicted. And I have no intention of ever doing it again.”

“……”

“My mom passed away from a drug overdose… so I promised myself I’d never touch drugs. So you really don’t have to worry.”

“Your mom passed away…?”

Yeonhee turned to look at him. Junghoon smiled with his eyes and kissed the tip of her nose.

“I’ll tell you more about it later. Let’s go to the U.S. together. I’ll take you to my mom’s grave and introduce you.”

“Okay… I understand.”

At his mention of going to the U.S., Yeonhee suddenly recalled their first meeting. Junghoon claimed it wasn’t their first meeting, but to her, it was the party where they had first crossed paths.

A man so handsome that anyone would turn to look at him. His casual English pronunciation was undeniably sophisticated, but the content of his words was messy. The tattoos covering his shoulders, the piercings, and the way he looked down at her with his hands in his pockets—it all screamed rebellion.

And the unmistakable smell of marijuana lingering in the air.

“A dirty drug addict. A despicable rich kid from an overseas background. An arrogant man who looks down on everyone.”

That was all Yeonhee’s first impression of him had been.

Maybe that’s why she hadn’t noticed. The clean-faced, softly smiling “Team Leader Min Junghoon” was the same person.

Jaden Hayes, whom she had first met at a party in New York.

Team Leader Min Junghoon, whom she had encountered in the planning team.

The two people she had thought were so different turned out to be one and the same. And now, the person holding her from behind was neither Jaden nor Team Leader Min—just Min Junghoon. The man who had become her lover, someone who loved and cherished her.

The realization made Yeonhee chuckle softly. The phrase “Min Junghoon, Jeong Yeonhee’s boyfriend” felt terrifyingly unfamiliar.

Junghoon kissed the back of her head as she laughed.

“I’m not a drug addict, so you don’t need to worry about that. If anything, I’m more addicted to working out. When you pushed me away, I had to suppress the urge to cling to you, so I just worked out instead.”

Yeonhee glanced back at him. His strong jawline came into view. She poked his chin with her finger and asked in a sulky tone.

“Just working out, Junghoon? You didn’t meet any women?”

“Women? Me?”

“At that party… with Joo Hanbyeol…”

Yeonhee mumbled Joo Hanbyeol’s name but quickly closed her mouth.

They had already broken up by then, so who he spent his nights with was none of her business. It felt silly to bring it up now, and she found herself ridiculous for caring about the past.

Junghoon blinked, looking utterly confused. Joo Hanbyeol was such a trivial presence in his life that he could barely remember her.

In the end, Junghoon shook his head, unable to figure out who this “Joo Hanbyeol” Yeonhee was talking about.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about… but this is unfair. I’ve been waiting for you, staying faithful.”

He playfully bit her ear as he spoke, a form of petty revenge.

“Junghoon, you went out with Joo Hanbyeol. At the hotel that time.”

“Who the hell is Joo Hanbyeol? My dick doesn’t get hard for anyone but you, Yeonhee. How could I sleep with some Hanbyeol or whatever?”

Yeonhee stared at him intently as he complained. Him saying it doesn’t get hard? After tormenting her all night, it was hard to believe.

He slowly rubbed her lower abdomen with his palm and whispered lazily.

“I’m only going to cum inside you, Yeonhee. I don’t even have enough for you, so how could I waste it on someone else? Even masturbating feels like a waste.”

Yeonhee’s face flushed. Slap! She smacked his arm, which kept spouting embarrassing words, and shook her shoulders, her face red. It was her way of telling him to back off if he was going to keep saying such things.

Junghoon found even that adorable and pulled her closer, planting kisses all over the back of her neck.

His laughter echoed from behind. Yeonhee leaned into him and laughed too.

It was a lazy, fulfilling weekend afternoon.