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Unaware of the car horn blaring behind them, they kissed until they finally arrived at Cha Shin-woo’s house, having driven through downtown Seoul’s rush hour.
She had followed him to his house, expecting a casual hookup, but the atmosphere was entirely different from what she’d imagined.
It was the first time Seoul’s nightscape had ever struck her as beautiful. Usually, the city lights, reminding her of people working overtime in those cramped, “chicken coop” buildings, felt like a dreadful symbol of capitalist slavery. But tonight, the shimmering lights before her eyes seemed to exist solely for the two of them, shining with exquisite beauty.
“It feels less like I’m celebrating with you and more like I’m being treated.”
“You already celebrated with me, Hee-jin.”
“I did?”
“You kissed me. That’s all I need.”
Her neck felt hot at the polite and tender words from a man who, at the company, would curse like a hooligan.
After decanting the wine, he poured it into a glass and then put a strawberry dipped in whipped cream into her mouth. Her heart fluttered at the shy gesture, something she’d only seen in romance movies.
“I didn’t have time to stop at the grocery store, so this is all I can offer tonight, but next time, I’ll treat you to a proper meal.”
“If you’re hungry, should we order some delivery food?”
“No. Can’t you see I’m trying to set a mood with Song Hee-jin?”
Clinking wine glasses in a luxurious mixed-use building in Samseong-dong, overlooking the entire night view, felt quite romantic.
An imported car Hee-jin could only dream of, a lavish house that was a wonder to behold, expensive wine that far exceeded her monthly salary, and a handsome man she might only ever see once in a lifetime.
In the past, this new world laid out before her would have made her shrink back in discomfort, but this was a newly reborn Song Hee-jin. She was determined to enjoy this moment to the fullest, a moment she might never experience again.
“I see it. I’m just wondering what delivery food has to do with the mood.”
“Are you very hungry?”
“Not really.”
“Delivery food isn’t good for you. I don’t want to feed it to Song Hee-jin.”
“I eat it almost every meal, even if you don’t buy it for me.”
“Let’s drink wine now and have a late-night snack later. I’ll take a shower and make something simple.”
She hadn’t gone out to the parking lot intending to stay with him until late at night, but she didn’t dislike Cha Shin-woo’s obvious, sly intentions.
“And take this.”
Shin-woo pulled a shopping bag from under the table and offered it to her. When she stared blankly with a bewildered expression, he pushed the shopping bag towards her again.
“Open it.”
“What is this?”
Hee-jin froze for a moment after opening the shopping bag. She had barely maintained her composure despite being surrounded by overwhelming things. Inside the shopping bag was a handbag with a truly overwhelming logo.
“It’s a gift.”
“You’re giving this to me?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because I wanted to.”
It was her first time receiving a gift when it wasn’t an anniversary. Besides, they weren’t the kind of couple who celebrated anniversaries, nor did they have any to celebrate.
“Don’t feel burdened, just take it. I’m trying to look good to Song Hee-jin, so this is just me being sly.”
“Oh...?”
This bag alone was a luxury item that would cost her a full six months’ salary. Moreover, it was a rare item that couldn’t be bought even with money unless one had a purchase history.
Hee-jin hesitated briefly in front of the bag. When she dated Assistant Manager Park Myung-ho, she never felt comfortable receiving gifts. She’d always agonized over buying him a gift of appropriate value, knowing he would expect something in return. If the gift she gave was expensive, he’d scold her for the burden; if it was cheap, his disappointment was clear.
And, though it was embarrassing to recall now, she had even pretended to dislike luxury goods exaggeratedly in front of Park Myung-ho, who abhorred them, just to watch his reaction.
“I’ll gratefully accept it.”
Now that she was a changed Song Hee-jin, she wanted to act 180 degrees differently than she had with Park Myung-ho.
What if it’s an expensive gift? He has the means, and he wants to give it, so he does. I want to receive it, so I will, and I’ll give him a gift when I genuinely want to.
“Do you like it?”
“Yes.”
Hee-jin accepted the gift he offered without demur. In truth, what made her feel even better than the gift was Cha Shin-woo’s willingness to give something without calculating, and the intensely thrilling atmosphere that made her heart pound.
“Can I give you a gift too?”
“You coming to my house is gift enough.”
“No, not like that.”
Hee-jin, as if possessed, went down under the table. She settled between Cha Shin-woo’s legs, which twitched at her action, and stroked his thigh.
“Haa...”
An obscene breath escaped from between Cha Shin-woo’s teeth. Before her touch, his cock was already distinctly bulging beneath his suit.
The fact that a man was aroused because of her was incredibly thrilling. The enormous cock, extending down to his thigh, grew harder and harder with every touch. Curious about the firm foreign object under the rough suit fabric, she stroked Cha Shin-woo’s member through his pants, and he bit his lip, looking down at her.
“What are you doing?”
“I want to give you a gift.”
She didn’t know where this courage came from. Hee-jin, who had always acted demurely, wanting to appear as a virtuous bride to the courting Park Myung-ho, now acted as she pleased in front of Cha Shin-woo, not caring about his feelings.
Confirming Cha Shin-woo’s lewd breathing and his engorged cock, she felt like a sexy woman herself. It was quite amusing to see the man playing in her hands.
“Come up here. I didn’t buy you this bag expecting this.”
Cha Shin-woo, perhaps mistaking her actions for being influenced by the bag, took her hand.
“It’s not because of the bag.”
“Then what is it?”
“I wanted to try it.”
I wanted to express my sexual desires without hiding them.
Hee-jin shook off Shin-woo’s hand, which was trying to stop her, and unzipped his fly. She chuckled faintly at the sight of the pre-cum forming a wet circle on his drawers.
But she had to swallow her laughter when she reached inside his drawers and pulled out the menacing cock, which was tucked away against his right thigh.
Even though they had been intimate before, her heart still chilled at the thought of this large, thick object piercing her.
“Song Hee-jin, I... with Song Hee-jin... Haa...”
Before Cha Shin-woo could stop her again, Hee-jin gripped his massive member in her hand.
Just by holding his cock, Cha Shin-woo couldn’t speak, throwing his head back and catching his breath.
Cha Shin-woo’s Adam’s apple bobbed deeply as he swallowed. His eyes, bloodshot and looking down at Hee-jin, were breathtakingly sexy.
Curious about the steady stream of pre-cum from his urethra, Hee-jin lightly licked the tip with the tip of her tongue. The organ, gushing lubricant as if ready for immediate penetration, was lewd.
The engorged shaft, tangled with veins, looked monstrously thick, and the constant oozing of pre-cum made it seem like an animal’s fang, intimidating.
Hee-jin opened her mouth wide and took the cock inside. The sensation of the male organ’s volume sliding along her gums filled her mouth.
She had vaguely thought that taking a man’s cock in her mouth would be repulsive, but once it touched her tongue, the sensation of the glans was sweet.
It was too large an organ to swallow. Hee-jin drooled like an animal around her mouth, which was full of the cock. Shin-woo wiped the saliva flowing from her mouth with his hand, then licked her bodily fluid as precious as a traveler in the desert finding an oasis.
Even as an adult, she had sometimes felt guilty, watching pornography secretly and feeling like a lewd woman herself. Lying in bed, closing her eyes and masturbating alone, she used to be tormented by a sense of sin, as if she were the only woman in the world doing it. Despite trying to act like a woman without sexual desire, her body, full of unfulfilled desires, would dream lewd dreams.
But in front of Cha Shin-woo, such worries were unnecessary. She didn’t hide her sexual desire. As if emphasizing that she was a lewd woman, she took his massive genitals deep into her throat, choking and sucking on his member.
“Hmph, kek, huh.”
“Don’t... haa... don’t thrust so hard. You’ll hurt your throat, Hee-jin.”
Instead of answering, Hee-jin defiantly opened her esophagus even wider and thrust his cock in more vigorously.
Shin-woo gently brushed her disheveled hair back and held it.
It felt good to see him flustered and at a loss, looking at the tears welling up in her eyes as his enormous member jabbed her throat.
“Stop, ha... stop.”
Hee-jin briefly pulled his organ from her mouth, unbuttoned her blouse, and looked up at Shin-woo. The man’s face, clenching his excitement, was breathtakingly alluring.
“Touch my breasts, please.”
Hee-jin reached back and unhooked her bra. She caressed her breasts with both hands, making them sway enticingly as they fell free.
“My nipples are an erogenous zone.”
Hee-jin, who had passively lain on the bed like a log while the man caressed her, spoke out loud for the first time in her life about where her erogenous zones were.
Uttering the word ‘nipples’ felt so sinful that her crotch tingled.
“Ha, shit...”
The listener seemed more aroused than the one uttering the explicit word. Hee-jin observed Shin-woo’s expression and spoke an even bolder word.
“While I eat your dick, rub my nipples, Shin-woo.”
“Song, Hee-jin... you...”
Shin-woo reached for Hee-jin’s breasts. As he pinched her nipples between his fingers and rubbed them, moans involuntarily escaped her lips.
“Hmm, mm-hmm.”
“Haa...”
Hee-jin reached for the wine glass on the table. She swallowed a mouthful of wine, then boldly splashed red wine over Cha Shin-woo’s cock.
His cock, heated by the alcohol, pulsed wildly. As Hee-jin cupped her breasts together, sandwiching Cha Shin-woo’s member between them, he couldn’t take it anymore and laid her down on the marble floor.
“You’re really determined to drive me crazy, aren’t you?”
He swiftly stripped off Hee-jin’s clothes, which were strewn on the floor, and tore off his own suit.
Cha Shin-woo vigorously shook the champagne bottle on the table. With a cheerful pop as the cork flew, the champagne burst open.
Shin-woo drenched Hee-jin’s vulva with the waterfall-like champagne. The cool carbonation burst effervescently between her legs, causing her untouched perineum to repeatedly contract and relax.
“Hmph, ahh!”
Shin-woo buried his face between Hee-jin’s legs, who was moaning like a dog in heat. He inhaled the deep alcohol scent and began to lick up every last bit of the bubbling champagne with his tongue.
The hot temperature of his tongue and the tingling stimulation of the champagne penetrating her core maximized her pleasure.
His tongue, which had been traversing the folds, now deeply plunged into her twitching vaginal opening.
“Hah, mm-hmm. Cli-toris, touch it, please.”
Hee-jin, even while reaching orgasm, told him her erogenous zone. Observing Hee-jin’s expression keenly, Shin-woo rapidly rubbed her clit with his fingertips.
“Does it feel good when I touch your pussy?”
“Hmph, good, ahh.”
He pressed deeply against her inner wall with his tongue and rummaged through her labia with his hand. Suddenly, a stream of fluid erupted from her swollen opening.
“Haaaagh!”
“You’re crazy to eat dick, aren’t you?”
Both of them were startled by the fluid that defied gravity like a fountain. Then, as if not wanting to miss a single drop flowing from Hee-jin, Shin-woo pressed his lips to her and sucked up the flowing bodily fluids.
A scene she had only seen in pornography was happening to her own body. She had thought the streams of water gushing from actresses’ vaginas were fake, special effects, but that was a misconception.
The colorless, odorless fluid, which could easily be mistaken for urine, arced in a parabola and fell onto Shin-woo’s tongue.
“Where did you learn something like this? Huh?”
“Hmph, I, it’s my first time too.”
She had simply voiced the areas where she desired foreplay, and yet an intensely passionate pleasure she had never experienced before greeted her.
The more actively she participated in sex, the more joyfully her body responded. Hee-jin summoned a little more courage. She spread her legs wide, opening her vulva with both hands in front of Shin-woo, enticing him.
She was aroused by her own brazenness. Like Narcissus, who fell in love with his reflection in a lake, she became intoxicated by her own bold actions.
“Hmm, put, put your fingers, in my pussy.”
“How many do you want me to put in?”
Hee-jin hesitated, then glanced at Shin-woo’s cock and said,
“Five...”
“You’re greedy, Song Hee-jin.”
Shin-woo chuckled in disbelief, running his hand down his member.
“Well, you’re eating my dick, so five fingers are nothing.”
The thickness of Cha Shin-woo’s cock, which was as thick as an arm, was overwhelmingly larger than five fingers combined. Hee-jin, who had been hesitant even about one finger, now spouted lewd talk as it came to her, as if saying, “whatever happens, happens.” It was less about actually getting it in and more about stimulating each other through words, like a playful competition.
Shin-woo pushed his middle finger deep into Hee-jin’s open center. The thoroughly lubricated opening easily accepted one finger.
“One isn’t enough, is it?”
He explored the inner wall for gaps, then added another finger, his index finger.
Each time two fingers went in and out of her gaping vaginal opening, the enticingly ripe labial flesh quivered and clung to his fingers.
Squish-squish, with the accelerating thrusts, her lower body instinctively lifted. She no longer had the strength to spread her legs, so she took her hands away from below and wiggled her languid arms.
Shin-woo looked at Hee-jin’s lewd expression and poured more champagne over her labia majora.
“Hmph, mm-hmm.”
“You really take everything well. My Song Hee-jin’s pussy, it doesn’t seem to be picky about its side dishes.”
With every pop and fizz of the bubbles, pleasure surged into her thoroughly wet private parts. She looked at Cha Shin-woo with unfocused eyes. His chiseled features, broad shoulders, and firm, muscular body were maddeningly alluring.
It was the first time she had ever yearned for a man’s body so intensely. She desired Cha Shin-woo’s physique as a tool for her own pleasure. Everything about being with Cha Shin-woo was a first for her.
As if reading her mind, he added two more fingers to her vulva.
Cha Shin-woo’s long, beautiful fingers gently stroked every part of her inner wall.
“Hmph, deeper, deeper inside.”
“Here?”
Hee-jin covered the back of Cha Shin-woo’s hand, which had four fingers inside her vulva, with her own. She corrected the slightly off position, guiding him to stimulate her exact erogenous zone.
“Yes, hmph, a little more, mm-hmm, there...”
Shin-woo, who had been looking at Hee-jin with bloodshot eyes, pulled her hand to his cock and then even shoved his thumb into Hee-jin’s opening.
“Shake it up and down.”
“Haaah, hah-hmm!”
In terms of size, his cock was much thicker than five fingers combined, but the sight of all his fingers inserted maximized the visual stimulation.
Her wide-open hole, swollen with excitement, swallowed all his fingers and still leaked fluid.
Feeling the wiggling fingers inside, Hee-jin gripped Shin-woo’s cock.
She vigorously shook his cock up and down, strongly pressing the male organ that was too much for one hand to hold.
“Fuck. How much more do you plan to eat?”
He bit back a gasp of admiration, looking into her wide-open interior, which felt as though a hole had been punched through it. Shin-woo pulled out his hand, completely drenched in fluid, and then obscenely licked each finger before pressing himself against her.
“Even if you devour all of me, I’d willingly let myself be devoured by Song Hee-jin.”
“Now, hmm, Sh-Shin-woo, it’s time to eat your dick. Hurry, hmph, put it in.”
“Thank you for eating it so deliciously, Hee-jin.”
Shin-woo found his wallet in his suit jacket, which was strewn on the floor, and took out a condom.
“I came prepared this time.”
“Quickly, hmm.”
As she whined for him to put it in, he became even more aroused and tore the foil with his teeth.
“Do you know I made sure to grab condoms first, even while busy, because I never know when or where Song Hee-jin might ask to be fucked?”
Hee-jin gave a seductive smile and looked at him with lustful eyes.
“If you’re in a hurry, hmph, ah, I said you could come inside...”
“Ha, shit.”
Shin-woo put a condom on his cock, which was overflowing with pre-cum as if he were incontinent.
His cock slid into her widely opened vagina, which had been stretched by his hand.
“Haaaagh!”
But even the sufficiently widened space was tight for Cha Shin-woo’s cock.
Her firm inner walls clamped onto his shaft like a suction cup. When he thrust his hips up with a thwack, the enormous cock finally burrowed deep inside, fitting perfectly.
“Haa... Take responsibility for me, Song Hee-jin.”
Cha Shin-woo whispered lowly, sucking her lips languidly.
“Huh?”
Her previous boyfriends never dared to utter words related to “responsibility” or “future,” even as a joke. But this man, who barely knew her, was telling her to take responsibility for him.
“Now, besides you, I don’t think I can ever have sex with another woman.”
“Shin-woo, you... hmph, you seem to know women... well.”
The moment they slowly moved their coupled genitals and talked was thrilling. Even their locked gazes felt as if sparks were flying.
“I don’t know women, only Song Hee-jin.”
She knew his smooth talk, both day and night, was a lie, but she didn’t dislike it.
“So, teach me.”
In that moment, their eyes met, and it felt as if their hearts truly connected, making her forget how casually their relationship had begun.
“Where are your erogenous zones?”
To feel sincerity in a relationship that was supposed to be without it. It was the sincerity she had sought for so long. And she was finding it in a man she had decided to approach casually.
Relationships between men and women were full of contradictions. Difficult and without answers. Yet, she didn’t want to give up.
She had thought she wasn’t the type who couldn’t live without a man. Was it different because the person was Cha Shin-woo?
“What you do on your days off. What you like. I want to know everything.”
Hee-jin sat up, pulling his neck down.
“Everywhere you touch, Shin-woo, hmph, feels like, my, erogenous zone.”
Shin-woo pinched and rubbed Hee-jin’s labia as he moved his hips faster and faster.
“Shin-woo. On our, hmph, days off, hmph, should we have sex together?”
Hee-jin wrapped her legs around Shin-woo’s firm waist, pulling his member closer.
“I, I like having sex with Cha Shin-woo.”
“I like it too.”
Shin-woo, still thrusting into Hee-jin, lifted her. With his naturally muscular body, he didn’t seem burdened at all, carrying her as he thrust his hips.
It felt like soaring through the sky, suspended in the air above the night view. Her body floated, disconnected from the ground.
“Hmph!”
With their bodies joined while standing, his cock penetrated even deeper due to their combined weight. Even when their rhythm faltered, his enormous member remained firmly lodged in her vagina, not slipping out.
Every time his cock burrowed inside, her toes tingled and curled. It was hard to even cling to Shin-woo, but his strong energy allowed him to easily hold and rock her.
“Your body, haa, is incredibly beautiful.”
“Hmph, hmph, I, I can’t, breathe, hmph.”
Again, lights flashed before her eyes. It was a new world, as if every opening from her head to her toes was wide open.
He held the sweating Hee-jin in his arms, pressing his lips against her body. Wherever Cha Shin-woo’s lips touched, her skin convulsed, creating pleasure.
Hee-jin rubbed her nipples against Shin-woo’s chest, her body twitching up and down. With every thrust of his cock that matched her movements, she felt dizzy with fiery ecstasy.
Her clit rubbed wetly against his. Her sensitive flesh, swollen with bodily fluids, twitched provocatively, enhancing the sensations.
His deeply impaled cock poked her cervix. Her pressurized interior twitched, sucking in his flesh.
Holding Hee-jin, he began to walk with long strides again. As he moved, their joined bodies remained inseparable.
A messy gush of fluid thoroughly drenched both their lower halves. Entering the bedroom, Shin-woo collapsed onto the bed with her still in his arms.
Cradled by Shin-woo, Hee-jin rolled once across the bed and climbed on top of him as he lay there.
Her body, still lost in orgasm, moved on its own. Hee-jin caught her breath and licked his lips.
“Hmph, should we, be friends with benefits?”
Hee-jin looked down at Shin-woo and proposed.
“Let’s be sex partners. We’re good together, aren’t we?”
Shin-woo’s gaze deepened for a moment, then he narrowed his eyes and asked,
“Is that what you want?”
As Hee-jin’s eyes sparkled and she nodded, he reluctantly asked again.
“Do you really want that?”
The moment Hee-jin nodded again, he roughly flipped her onto her stomach on the bed, as if angry.
He pulled her butt out, making her kneel like a dog, and then caressed her buttocks with both hands, sighing.
“Alright. Let’s do it. Whatever you want.”
He gripped each buttock with one hand and pressed his cock down into the open path.
“The order doesn’t matter.”
He slowly entered her, pressing his hips close, and then bit Hee-jin’s earlobe gently.
“But do you know? If we’re FWB, you have to give it to me whenever we want.”
A terribly seductive low voice vibrated in her ear, sending shivers down her spine.
“I’m not going to be a unilateral human dildo.”
“It’s not, hmph, that I intend to use you, hmph, unilaterally.”
“Right, I know. It means we’ll screw like dogs whenever we want each other.”
Hee-jin turned her head and met his gaze.
“Fuck me like a dog.”
As soon as the words left her lips, Cha Shin-woo gripped her hair and thrust his cock up.
Thwack!
The deeper penetration due to their position choked her breath. She managed to support her upper body with trembling hands, staying on her stomach, but her elbows occasionally gave out, causing her buttocks to involuntarily twitch.
Sex without the premise of love felt light. Because it was light, there was no need to care how she appeared in the other person’s eyes, and she could fully immerse herself in her own pleasure.
Orgasms she had never felt even when touching herself due to guilt, she was now experiencing countless times in front of Cha Shin-woo, with whom she had only been intimate twice.
Throughout Song Hee-jin’s life, the protagonists had always been others. Hee-jin herself had never once been the protagonist of her own life.
And finally, in front of Cha Shin-woo, she found herself. Discovering herself as the protagonist of her life, Hee-jin confidently demanded what she desired.
“Hmph, pussy, fuck me harder. Hmph, it feels good.”
“Does Hee-jin’s pussy feel good?”
“Mm-hmm, hmph.”
“Want me to make it feel even better?”
“Yes, hmph, make my pussy, hmph, feel even better.”
He, who had been thrusting from behind like an animal in heat, burrowed deep into her.
His cock, spurting semen like a water gun, remained erect even after he ejaculated.
Shin-woo then lay down on the bed and sat Hee-jin’s thoroughly wet buttocks on his face.
“Hee-jin, give me your pussy here. Rub your clit on my face.”
Hee-jin rubbed her lower parts against Cha Shin-woo’s chiseled nose. Semen flowed from her open hole, obscenely moistening his face.
Shin-woo, eyes open, observed her naked vulva up close. Hee-jin, as if to show off, opened herself wider and rubbed her vagina over his nose, philtrum, lips, and chin in succession.
“Hmph, mm-hmm.”
Cha Shin-woo’s face, glistening with semen, looked remarkably handsome. The moment she thought even his features, messed up by lewd sex, were perfect, her vagina tightened and began to undulate.
“Are you going to devour my face too?”
“Hmph, hmph, rub your dick on my face, too, Shin-woo.”
Hee-jin then collapsed beside Shin-woo, grabbing his cock. She felt the pulse fluttering on the shaft in her palm.
He, who had been poking Hee-jin’s face with his menacing cock, twisted his head.
“I think you’d still look pretty even if your face was drenched in cum.”
“Rub your dick on me.”
She pleaded, gently touching his heavy testicles, but he didn’t easily grant her request.
“But I can’t dirty such a pretty face. It’s too beautiful to cum all over.”
“Hmph, no, I want, your dick on me too.”
“I’ll only dirty your pussy. I’ll fill Song Hee-jin’s pussy with so much cum that no other bastard will ever dare to put his in there, I’ll make it a messy disaster.”
Hee-jin shook her head, gripping his cock until it felt like it would burst. She flicked her tongue over the pre-cum-leaking tip and looked up at Shin-woo, who let out a long sigh.
“Haa... Do you really want that?”
“Do you, hmph, dislike me because I’m like, a pervert?”
She asked with a slightly defensive tone, and he replied with a slight upturn of his lips.
“Of course not. If I told you all the things I want to do to your body, Song Hee-jin, you’d be the one running away calling me a pervert, wouldn’t you?”
“I want it.”
Shin-woo pressed himself against Hee-jin’s body. He traced the clefts up and down, then plunged deep into her core.
“Haaah, ugh!”
“Still, I can’t do that.”
Their genitals, which had become familiar as if they were always one body, fit together perfectly like puzzle pieces.
“How could I dare to rub my dick head on such a beautiful face?”
Shin-woo pushed his tongue between Hee-jin’s lips to prevent her from speaking further.
They looked into each other’s eyes and intertwined their tongues. Their soft flesh merged into one, slowly moving the joined genitals below.
Each time his blunt weapon rubbed against her delicate skin, a thrilling pleasure exploded.
Hee-jin demanded lewd positions from Shin-woo, like a female protagonist in a porn film, but for some reason, he met her eyes gently and kissed her, like a male protagonist in a romance movie.
Hee-jin no longer made obscene demands and hugged him with all her might. She dug her nails into his firm back, spread her legs, and embraced his lower body as if pulling him closer.
In the moment their bodies seamlessly united, she felt the illusion that their hearts, too, were deeply connected.
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It felt as if they were having a serious conversation with just their eyes. The dizzying sparks were so intense that she mistook them for love; the hormonal chemistry truly shook one’s reason.
“Your eyes, Hee-jin.”
“Hmph, yes?”
The man’s tone, whispering as he rubbed against her intimate parts, was mesmerizingly seductive.
“You probably don’t know how beautiful they are.”
Even though she considered compliments about her beauty during sex to be mere flattery, his words were pleasant to hear. Yet, the truly handsome one was Cha Shin-woo himself. His praise for her appearance made her whole body flush. She genuinely felt more beautiful.
“I was always curious about that.”
“About what?”
“If your eyes would also turn red in bed.”
“What?”
Hee-jin tilted her head, wondering what Shin-woo meant, but he chuckled softly, then kissed her earlobe, chin, and neck in turn.
She hadn’t known that conversations in bed could be so pleasant. She had thought only Cha Shin-woo’s dirty talk was thrilling, but listening to everything he said was actually quite enjoyable.
“They are turning red.”
“What are you, hmph, talking about...? I don’t know.”
“I hope you don’t cry because of other men.”
Cha Shin-woo’s unexpected words suddenly brought Park Myung-ho to mind. He seemed to be referring to the time she had gone to work with red eyes after being dumped by him.
“Talk about that person...”
“But seeing you with tears in your eyes, pinned beneath me, feels good.”
“What?”
“Still, I won’t actually make you cry.”
He, who had been slowly grinding his cock, suddenly thrust violently.
“Haaaagh!”
As Hee-jin squirmed, wrapping her limbs around him like a snake, he muttered lowly,
“Only cry like a harlot in bed.”
“Hmph, hmph, hmph!”
Such passionate thrusting began that she couldn’t think of anything else.
Slowly, then quickly again. Softly, then roughly again. She couldn’t adapt to his utterly unpredictable, fervent movements.
All Hee-jin could do was surrender herself to him. He, who had been tenderly exploring her from above as she lay down, now shifted her to her side and thrust his hips from a different position.
After four more orgasms, Hee-jin finally closed her eyes. She didn’t even remember when she had fallen asleep.
The last sensation she felt was Cha Shin-woo’s sweet scent. The rapid thumping of his heart echoed in her ears. Resting her head on his firm arm and burying her face in his muscular skin, she drifted into dreams.
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Shin-woo couldn’t close his eyes for a single moment, watching Hee-jin sleeping in his arms.
In his clumsy excitement, he had impulsively given her a bag. He just wanted to do anything for her. But Hee-jin’s unexpected reaction didn’t make him feel good.
Shin-woo honestly reflected on what he had hoped for when he gave Hee-jin the gift. Of course, he couldn’t deny that he wanted to sleep with her again, but that wasn’t why he had given her the gift.
He wanted to seriously date Song Hee-jin. He was finally living his own life for the first time since breaking away from his cousin. And the first person to enter his life was Song Hee-jin.
He couldn’t call it a grand feeling of love, but for the first time, he felt affection for a woman out of his own free will.
It was his pure emotion, untouched by his family’s involvement. He had no intention of rushing things. He just wanted to slowly grow closer to her, letting things flow naturally.
‘Should we be friends with benefits?’
Isn’t that usually something a man suggests first? Even for a man, it’s a careful proposal that could lead to being treated like trash. He might be considered old-fashioned, but Cha Shin-woo had never heard of a woman making such a suggestion first among anyone he knew.
Song Hee-jin’s suggestion made him uncomfortable, yet he couldn’t refuse. Given Cha Shin-woo’s temperament, which would make him give up even an affiliate company if he found it disagreeable, he accepted the unwanted proposal, fearing that if he refused, he might never even have a meal with her again.
Of course, sex with Song Hee-jin was fantastically good, but what he wanted wasn’t casual sex with no future.
If he had intended to just casually mess around, he would have wasted many nights with the numerous women who followed him long ago.
So, he contemplated what he truly wanted from Song Hee-jin as he watched her sleep.
He wanted to hold her hand. He wanted to kiss her. Of course, he also wanted to have sex, but he wanted to talk as well. He dreaded the empty morning after sex, when they would part ways. He wanted to eat breakfast together, watch movies, talk about the tiring things that happened at work, and comfort each other.
He wondered what kind of child Song Hee-jin was during her school days. He wanted to know what kind of parents raised her to be so beautiful.
After watching Hee-jin, asleep with her eyes closed, for a long time, Shin-woo finally realized. What he wanted was a relationship. To Song Hee-jin, he was a sex partner, but he wanted to think of her as his girlfriend.
‘Alright. Let’s do it. We can do everything. The order doesn’t matter.’
He had agreed to “do everything” because he was afraid Hee-jin might turn away, but what Cha Shin-woo truly wanted was a serious relationship.
Because what he could do for her as a sex partner was distinctly different from what he could do for her as a lover.
A mere sex partner couldn’t cook for her, celebrate anniversaries, or talk about life’s experiences.
“You can be FWB. I’ll do what I want.”
Shin-woo whispered to the sleeping Hee-jin and pecked her cheek.
Regardless of what Hee-jin thought of him, Shin-woo intended to think of her as his lover.
“You wretched host of lowly desires.”
Shin-woo looked down at his quickly hardening cock, shaking his head, making his resolve seem meaningless. But there was no reason to feel guilty or retract his recent vow.
Even if they were lovers, it wouldn’t be strange for him to get an erection in front of his girlfriend. Of course, Song Hee-jin, Cha Shin-woo’s girlfriend, would be completely unaware that she was his girlfriend.
Shin-woo reached his large hand down towards Hee-jin’s vulva. Her private parts, engorged with cum, were so beautiful it took his breath away.
“I’m not a scumbag who just cums all over his FWB.”
Nor is he someone who keeps a sex partner around.
Shin-woo argued to Hee-jin, who wasn’t listening, and slipped his hand into her vagina. Even though the owner was asleep, the hole seemed awake, suckling on Shin-woo’s fingers provocatively.
He bit his lip at the tantalizing sensation and pushed his middle finger deep inside.
“Haa...”
Was it okay to be this aroused by a sleeping woman?
He desperately wanted to wake her up and have sex just one more time, but he decided against it, not wanting Hee-jin, who would have to wake up soon and get ready for work, to have a tiring day due to lack of sleep.
However, looking down at Hee-jin’s wildly opened vulva, his desire swelled, making his internal conflict meaningless. He felt like trash for being consumed by such an impulse, but instinct trumped reason.
Shin-woo, who had been kneading Hee-jin’s lower parts, carefully pressed his body over hers. He killed his presence so as not to wake Hee-jin, spread her legs, and aligned his cock with her groin.
“Shit, I’m going crazy...”
He smacked his lips, repositioned the restless Hee-jin, and rubbed the tip of his cock against her perineum. Even with only the surfaces of their genitals touching, the veins tangled on his shaft swelled, as if they would burst.
She had slept like a log without even knowing he put his fingers inside, so it seemed okay to put his cock in.
Fortunately, her vaginal flesh, thoroughly lubricated with fluid and semen, was sufficiently slippery. There was no need for extra lubrication; as he inserted the glans, her vagina tightened around his cock.
As he slowly entered Hee-jin, catching his breath due to the intense pressure that felt like it would cut off his air, she suddenly opened her eyes wide.
“Hah, ahh!”
His heart plummeted. He thought about what he would say if she ran away, asking what kind of crazy bastard would insert himself into a sleeping woman...
“Deeper, hmph.”
Hee-jin, awakened, clung to him and whined. Shin-woo lunged back into her.
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“Blow your nose.”
Hee-jin’s large eyes blinked in confusion, wondering what this man was abruptly telling her to do.
“Huh?”
“I said, ‘blow your nose’.”
“Blow my nose? What...?”
“Your snot, I mean. Blow it out so it makes a ‘honk’ sound.”
Hee-jin, cradled like a bride on Cha Shin-woo’s legs in the hot, lapping bathwater, felt dizzy from his tender actions.
Not content with washing her hair and brushing her teeth, now he was telling her to ‘honk’ and blow her nose, treating her like a child.
“No.”
“Honk!”
“No, I’m fine...”
Cha Shin-woo, with his hand on Hee-jin’s nose, showed no sign of stopping until she blew her nose.
With a sniff, she reluctantly blew her nose, and he, as if it wasn’t dirty, wiped the snot away with running water.
“Nothing’s coming out...”
“Quite a bit came out.”
Her face flushed at his precise observation that “quite a bit” of snot had come out. Shin-woo, as if amused by Hee-jin’s reaction, now reached his hand down towards her lower body.
“Is it time for a wash-up now? I think a lot more will come out from here.”
“No, thank you. I’m really not doing that.”
He stood up, rubbing his lips against Hee-jin’s cheek as she shrank back, startled, pulling her legs in.
“Finish up and come out.”
Hee-jin, finally realizing he was joking, gave an embarrassed laugh. Shin-woo rinsed off the soap with the showerhead and left the bathroom, wearing only a robe.
Is this how sex partners usually are?
Hee-jin finished rinsing the soap from her body, pondering where the boundaries of a sex partner relationship lay, but she couldn’t find an answer.
As someone who had been called a ‘clingy misery’ by her ex-boyfriend, casual physical relationships were simply unfamiliar to her.
Come to think of it, she hadn’t even played such games when she was in a relationship. Let alone being told to ‘honk’ and blow her nose.
Hee-jin suppressed a smile spreading across her lips and wrapped herself in a towel. She had woken up in the middle of the night and had sex one more time, and now she was in danger of being late for work.
It felt strange to see herself so captivated by a man that she neglected her preparations for work.
“Where’s the hairdryer?”
As she walked out into the living room, shaking her hair, he emerged from the kitchen and pulled her hand.
“Come here.”
There was no trace of last night’s intimacy; on the dining table sat a steaming bowl of doenjang-jjigae (soybean paste stew).
“You mean you made this yourself?”
“Try it.”
“It’s late.”
“You have time to dry your hair, don’t you?”
“I don’t have time to eat...”
“I’ll dry your hair, so you eat, Hee-jin.”
“Hmm?”
Shin-woo, who seemed to have prepared all this God knew when, plugged in the hairdryer and pulled out a chair for her.
“What are you doing? Sit down.”
As if possessed, she sat at the dining table. He placed a spoon and chopsticks in her hand and began drying her wet hair.
“Eat. I don’t know if it tastes good.”
“You can cook too?”
“I didn’t make it myself.”
Her heart suddenly began to pound rapidly at his words that he hadn’t cooked the doenjang-jjigae himself.
The care put into simmering the anchovies and kelp, and the neat, skillful way the vegetables were chopped. It didn’t look like soup bought from a restaurant either.
Did that mean there was someone else who cooked doenjang-jjigae for Shin-woo? Although she shouldn’t meddle in a sex partner’s affairs and the comings and goings of other women in his home, she was curious about the identity of the person who made the doenjang-jjigae.
For a man like Cha Shin-woo, there would be countless women eager to cook him not just doenjang-jjigae but a twelve-dish Korean meal, but the thought suddenly occurred to her that she didn’t want him to eat food made by those other women.
She knew by now that she shouldn’t open Pandora’s Box, but once awakened, her curiosity grew in volume.
“Then who...?”
“The housekeeper auntie comes once a weekend and does the chores. How is it? Does it taste good?”
“Oh, yes... it’s delicious.”
Hee-jin laughed awkwardly at the mention that it was cooked by the housekeeper auntie, not a woman who liked him.
She felt embarrassed, wondering what thoughts she had been entertaining about their sex partner relationship; it seemed she hadn’t quite shaken off her old habits.
Looking back, ‘misery’ wasn’t entirely wrong.
What were they to each other? Not only was she feeling jealous, but she was almost clinging. To interrogate a sex partner about who cooked for them...
The clingy Song Hee-jin was gone. She shouldn’t reappear.
Go away, quickly.
To maintain this thrilling relationship for a long time, that stifling Song Hee-jin had to disappear as soon as possible.
Hee-jin resolved once more to be cool.
“My hair is fine, sit down and eat.”
“No. Then you’ll have to go to work with wet hair, Hee-jin.”
“It’s summer, who cares? It’ll dry quickly.”
“Summer colds can be really bad, you know.”
“Then you won’t be able to eat breakfast, Shin-woo.”
“It doesn’t matter to me. I dragged you here last night to eat dinner, but then I only screwed you without feeding you, so I have to apologize. I’m sorry. I lost my mind. Song Hee-jin, you’re too beautiful. Next time, let’s eat somewhere with a nice atmosphere.”
Cha Shin-woo, who complimented her beauty so casually, felt unfamiliar.
“No, it’s fine. I liked it too.”
Park Myung-ho, who had been obsessed with food, suddenly came to mind. As if he had a grudge against rice, if she suggested going for brunch during a date, she would have to listen to a lengthy lecture about how Koreans must eat rice.
On Valentine’s Day, feeling empty after only eating chocolates, he had taken Hee-jin to a driver’s restaurant, claiming it was a good place to eat, and ordered jeyuk-deopbap (spicy pork over rice) and donkatsu (pork cutlet), while she herself had eaten her fill of chocolates alone.
“But we’re sex partners, aren’t we?”
Hee-jin carefully asked Shin-woo.
“Yes.”
Cha Shin-woo answered without hesitation.
“Do sex partners usually make breakfast and dry each other’s hair?”
“We have to part on good terms so we can have sex again next time, don’t we?”
“Is that so?”
At Shin-woo’s clear answer, Hee-jin began to eat again. Cha Shin-woo’s touch as he stroked her hair made her feel good.
Reflecting on whether she had ever had such a happy morning recently, it seemed she hadn’t. No, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say it was the most enjoyable time she’d ever experienced.
Was it okay to feel this way with a sex partner?
It was still a question, but as Cha Shin-woo said, there was nothing wrong with having a good relationship with a sex partner.
Shin-woo, finally done drying Hee-jin’s hair, took out a pouch from her handbag and applied sample lotion to her face.
“Do you have a hidden child or something? Your touch is very skillful.”
“You’re right here. My hidden child in my house, Song Hee-jin.”
Hee-jin burst out laughing at Shin-woo’s words.
If this was what being sex partners was like, it seemed even more ecstatic than being lovers.
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