Author: Nikss

‘Ah. I messed up.’

Yiseo smiled awkwardly and kissed Dowon’s cheek.

It was cutesy meant to smooth over the blunder, but it didn’t seem to work on him—his next words were rather cold.

“What reason would I ever have to touch someone else?”

“Just something I said. I didn’t mean there’d actually be a situation like that…”

“Then?”

Dowon stubbornly threw her excuse back at her.

“The only person I’ll ever touch like this is you, noona.”

“…”

“I don’t know about anyone else, but do you hate it when I touch you?”

How could she possibly say she hated it in this situation?

Yiseo didn’t want to give an answer that would freeze the already chilly mood even further.

So there was only one possible reply.

“I don’t hate it. Why would I hate it? I actually like it. It was just a slip of the tongue. Okay? Dowon.”

To soothe him, Yiseo kept rubbing her lips against his cheek, jaw, and neck.

“I’m just exhausted today. Put me down—it’s heavy. Let’s eat. Aren’t you hungry?”

A faint trace of her reddish lip balm smudged onto Dowon’s skin, but Yiseo didn’t even try to wipe it off.

Dowon hated erasing the marks she left.

He hated covering them up, too, so Yiseo had never been interested in makeup in the first place.

After meeting Dowon, she’d stopped putting anything on her face at all.

The only thing she wore to work—because going completely barefaced felt a bit embarrassing—was tinted lip balm.

No bare face could possibly be prettier than a made-up one, yet Dowon didn’t seem to care what he saw.

Whenever she did have to wear makeup, he’d scrub her clean until her skin squeaked, then lick and nibble her face.

It didn’t hurt, but still…

‘Cat? Puppy?’

Of course, neither a cat nor a puppy could lift Yiseo the way Dowon did right now.

Still, every time she watched him climb on top of her, peppering her with kisses, or curl his big body into her arms, she couldn’t help thinking he was cute.

Like a cat or puppy that had been spoiled since kitten hood and had no idea how huge it had grown.

She’d once let that thought slip while drinking with Yeongseon, and after meeting Yeongseon’s icy stare—like she was looking at a lunatic—Yiseo had never voiced it in front of anyone again.

‘But he really is cute.’

“…Huh?”

Yiseo thought that way until the clattering sound of clearing plates was followed by her being laid on the table—no, actually, until the moment she saw Dowon’s head crawling back into her T-shirt right after placing her on the table.

“Dowon, the food….”

Yiseo opened her mouth while glancing at the sandwich plate pushed aside next to her head.

But Dowon replied before Yiseo could finish.

“Eat first. I’m feeling down right now, so I need to do this for a bit.”

Did that ‘need to do this’ refer to sticking her head inside Yiseo’s top and sucking on her breast?

Yiseo lay on the somewhat back-aching table and let out a slight sigh.

At first, this was extremely embarrassing, but now she was used to it.

Whether eating or doing anything else, when Dowon was upset, she clung to Yiseo’s body.

Yiseo relaxed her body at the sensation of her nipple being sucked. She intuitively knew that, due to her successive verbal slip-ups, they were long past the stage where words could soothe.

“Yeah. Do whatever you want….”

In the beginning, it was a bit annoying, and later she felt sorry and tried to comfort her.

But there was a limit to soothing with words.

Yiseo knew that letting her taste her body—or, to put it bluntly, letting her taste Yiseo’s bare skin—was more effective in improving Dowon’s mood, so Yiseo eventually adapted.

To letting Dowon do whatever with her body and just getting on with her own tasks.

‘It’s going all the way today, too.’

At that thought, Yiseo reached out and groped the table. The sandwich was soon in her hand.

At that moment, Dowon’s teeth bit her nipple somewhat painfully.

“Ow. Gently.”

“…”

There was no reply, but she felt the sensation of it being gently licked with the tongue.

Yiseo checked the time, tore the paper wrap around the sandwich, and took a bite.

No matter how it was hidden under the T-shirt and out of sight, with her breast being sucked and bitten, there was no way anything in her mouth could taste properly.

Still, Yiseo mechanically chewed and swallowed the sandwich. She had to eat something to preserve her stamina.

Today, she really had to go home. She couldn’t let the usual happen—falling asleep after sex and not making it home.

“Mm, ngh, ah….”

Barely swallowing her moans, she ate half the sandwich, lifted her T-shirt, and pulled out Dowon’s head.

“Dowon. Come here. Let’s kiss.”

Grabbing the back of her neck and pulling, Dowon came up with it.

Yiseo half-raised her body, lightly rubbed her lips against Dowon’s with smacking sounds, and quickly shoved the remaining sandwich into Dowon’s mouth.

“Eat.”

She has to eat, too.

Yiseo sipped her water, evading Dowon’s gaze, those eyes smoldering with a hunger that burned far deeper than her empty stomach.

Without even chewing, he’d devoured the sandwich she’d offered, and now he leaned in, claiming her mouth in a kiss.

The cool water lingering on her tongue spilled sensually over their meshed lips, trickling into his eager warmth.

With no more liquid left to plunder, Yiseo arched back against the insistent plunge of his tongue, her body trembling as she barely tore her lips free from his devouring heat.

She cupped his pursuing face with both hands, staving him off, her breath ragged as she gasped out.

“I really have to go home tonight…”

“Can’t you stay and leave tomorrow? It’s the weekend.”

“No. I’ve been away too long lately. I have to go tonight.”

At Yiseo’s resolute words, Dowon yielded with surprising ease.

“Fine.”

Of course, his surrender didn’t mean release—instead, his arms swept her up, cradling her close.

“Then just one more hour. I’ll drive you.”

She knew exactly what wicked pursuits filled that hour, no questions needed. Yiseo draped her arms around his neck, her voice a husky plea.

“Exactly one hour. No more.”

Wordless, Dowon scooped her into his arms and carried her toward the bedroom, her body molding to his with every step.

Moments later, the bedroom door clicked shut.

🦋

The small lamp on the bedside table cast a soft, amber glow, bathing the room in intimate shadows.

“Hah…, hnng, ah, hah.”

On the bed, a man sprawled prone, his groans low and throaty, his shadow elongating across the walls like a primal silhouette.

Each thrust of his hips sent the shadow into frenzied distortion, twisting into bizarre, beastly forms—a colossal, chimeric beast devouring the space.

Beneath him, the woman vanished entirely into its devouring bulk.

Only up close could one glimpse the pale, silken thighs splayed wide around his hips, quivering with every undulation.

To an outsider’s eye, it might evoke brutal conquest more than tender lovemaking, this raw, unyielding press of flesh on flesh—but they harbored no desire to broadcast their private ecstasies, sensing nothing amiss in the heat of their tangle.

Well, precisely speaking, only Yiseo felt that way.

In the throes of passion, Dowon made no demands of her beyond her presence—even her mere breaths sufficed.

So she remained blissfully unaware of how his relentless nipping and suckling veered from fervor into something almost obscenely voracious.

From the start, with that shamelessly massive shaft driving deep into her core, relentless and unyielding, Yiseo’s world narrowed to nothing but the haze of her own stifled moans—her stamina utterly spent, her mind adrift in the overwhelming tide of sensation.

There were many times when she would get pounded and then fall asleep as if fainting, so Yiseo instead blamed their age difference, feeling a bit sorry to Dowon that her stamina was insufficient to handle the vigor of her young lover.

And Dowon did not correct Yiseo’s thoughts.

For whose sake?

Ordinary lovers’ bedtime doesn’t usually continue until one of them collapses from exhaustion, nor is it driven to the point where not even a single affectionate word can be exchanged—Yiseo didn’t need to know that.

She should just think it’s her own fault for not keeping up with her young lover’s stamina, so that even when she can’t breathe properly from being pounded like this, she won’t run away but cling to him instead.

Just like now.

“Uungh, ah, aah!”

Dowon, who had been frantically exploring Yiseo’s lower hole, leaned down and pressed his lips along her reddened neck.

Yiseo, barely able to breathe and only gasping shallowly through her throat, shook her head as if crushed under a boulder. Her powerless hands flailed, trying to push Dowon away.

“I, huff, I, just, just a moment, uh…”

Her voice was already starting to crack.

Dowon snatched Yiseo’s hands and pinned them above the bed.

Where do you think you’re escaping to?

“Uh, agh…”

His cock was buried deep in her lower hole, and both hands were captured.

Unable to move up or down, Yiseo looked up at Dowon.

With a face flushed red, with wet eyes. She didn’t struggle or try to flee.

Dowon stared obsessively at her face, which seemed to believe that if she looked at him like that, he would naturally soothe her.

He didn’t want to scare her. He hoped she wouldn’t think him strange.

But today, the desire to crush her beneath him as he pleased was harder to restrain than usual….

“Why do you even dare me…”