Chapter 3 – The Pine Tree and the Orchid (Part 4)

“You really…”

Soo-yeon greeted Hee-tae with an exasperated expression as he finally found her studio. Because he had hung up after announcing he was coming, she had to quickly wash off the ink that clung stubbornly to her skin. After battling in the shower stall set up in one corner of the studio, she came out to find Hee-tae looking at her with disappointed eyes.

“You’re dressed?”

“Who opens the door n*ked?”

Soo-yeon responded as if it were ridiculous. She had never thought the studio door was small, but when the large man ducked slightly to enter, it seemed small. Only then did Soo-yeon realize he had suddenly intruded into her space. Like the ink she had spilled, she had let him into a space where she rarely allowed others. Realizing this, she grabbed his sleeve and said,

“Not here. If you have something to say, let’s go outside…”

She felt n*ked under his gaze, which seemed to explore her insides. It was her studio, after all. It was her workplace, and whenever home felt suffocating or romance gave her a headache, she would come here to find peace. The moment Hee-tae entered this sanctuary, it felt incredibly strange. It felt like the place had suddenly become a venue for lustful activities, and it was glaringly clear that he had already invaded her daily life.

“You’re suggesting we go outside to have s*x?”

Hee-tae deliberately twisted her words into something crude. She wondered why an adult had to describe their relationship in such vulgar terms. Embarrassed in his stead, Soo-yeon tightened her grip on his sleeve. Hee-tae, watching her glare at him silently, spoke leisurely.

“I like it here.”

Hee-tae traced the ink stain near Soo-yeon’s neck with his fingertip. Even as he rubbed it, it didn’t come off easily. The persistence of his touch on her neck felt strange. It seemed clear he wouldn’t listen to her request to leave, and she tensed up, fearing he would kiss her if their eyes met. Avoiding his gaze, Soo-yeon said,

“This is where I live.”

“Then if we do it here, you’ll remember panting under me.”

Hee-tae grabbed her chin, turning her face to him. The moment their eyes met, Soo-yeon bit her lip.

It was strange. She couldn’t understand why she couldn’t easily curse at this man who wanted to break into her daily life. To Soo-yeon, Hee-tae was like the ink she had spilled. Trying to cover it only made the stain larger. The more she tried to erase it, the more it shamelessly expanded in her life. Finally, she spoke.

“Think about it the other way. Would you like it if I rolled around in your office?”

“Ah… Just thinking about it turns me on.”

Hee-tae groaned softly. Just imagining Soo-yeon lying on the guest sofa in his dingy gambling den office with her legs spread made him hard. Soo-yeon would probably cover her mouth, afraid her moans would be heard by the gambling addicts outside the door. The image of himself slamming into her as she whimpered excited him.

Seeing the light fade from his eyes as he visualized her, Soo-yeon backed away. When her back hit the wall and he pulled her waist, she hit his chest.

“Get out.”

“Seems like you only uses informal speech when you’re turned on, Chae Soo-yeon”

Hee-tae said as he reached for Soo-yeon, trapped in his embrace, through her jumpsuit. Her work clothes were denim jumpsuits that smelled of ink. Even though her entire body was covered, Hee-tae remembered every inch of her body beneath. As he undid the snap buttons, they popped open with a series of clicks, revealing her braless chest. At that moment, he felt a throb in his head as he spoke.

“You didn’t even bother putting on a bra, knowing I was coming.”

“…You didn’t give me time to put one on.”

Soo-yeon answered while trying to close the part of her clothes he had opened, as if gripping the collar. The fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra didn’t have any deeper meaning. She only remembered the underwear she left in the bathroom cabinet after opening the door.

Hee-tae persistently removed her hands and opened the jumpsuit again. With his rough touch, the rest of the buttons popped open, revealing her body. It seemed she had hurriedly put on her clothes over her still-damp body, as water droplets trickled down her n*pples and her lower abdomen still glistened with moisture. Hee-tae slid his hand under her underwear, feeling the w*tness beneath.

“Ugh…”

“At least you’re wearing panties. Ah… but your p*ssy is already w*t.”

Hee-tae remarked, sounding disappointed but mischievous as he felt the damp fabric clinging to her. He then pushed the fabric aside and, feeling the moisture on his fingertips, his voice turned teasing. He pulled his hand out from under her underwear and licked his middle finger as if savoring the taste. Soo-yeon grabbed his hand and pulled it down, saying,

“You’re so vulgar, really…”

“Is that something you should say when you’re the one who stripped down knowing I was coming? Is this a self-introduction?”

Hee-tae replied, pushing his w*t fingers back into Soo-yeon’s jumpsuit. As his fingers slid up her folds and pushed against her inner walls, Soo-yeon gasped and grabbed his forearm. When he rubbed her cl*toris with his saliva-w*t fingers, she quickly became wetter, her juices soaking his touch. Hee-tae kept his eyes on Soo-yeon as she twisted in shallow pl*asure, her moans escaping her lips.

“Ah, ugh, ah…”

“Every time you get pissed, you talk back and spread your legs, yet you always act coy like this and turn me on.”

Soo-yeon glared at him as she heard his words. Every time she twisted her back against the wall, shivering, she could see his face contorting with excitement as he moved his arm between her legs. The sight of his face, coupled with the sensation of him stirring her insides, made her tailbone tingle.

She hadn’t realized he made such expressions while they were together. She had never cared about the expression of the man on top of her. But now, she could see it so clearly. The more she was overwhelmed by sensation, the more tears blurred her vision.

“Ah, ugh, ah, ugh!”

Hee-tae watched Soo-yeon’s legs tremble as she moaned, then pushed his fingers into the cleft. It was beautiful to see her breathing heavily, tightening around his soaked fingers. When he inserted another finger, she clutched his forearm, her body shaking. Her chest, which had been hidden by the opened jumpsuit, came into view, bouncing with her movements. Fixing his gaze on her heaving flesh, Hee-tae spoke.

“Your bouncing br*asts are a work of art.”

“Don’t, look, there… ugh…”

Soo-yeon reached out to pull her clothes together after hearing Hee-tae’s words. However, her attempt was thwarted when Hee-tae grabbed both her wrists with one hand and pinned them against the wall. Panting, he met her eyes and spoke mockingly.

“I’ve already sucked and bitten them plenty, yet you still act reserved.”

“Stop, teasing, me, like that, ugh, hhic…”

“Who the hell acts polite while f*cking? Only a eunuch.”

Hee-tae replied, curling his fingers inside her. Every time the sound of her juices squelching echoed, Soo-yeon’s waist twisted in response. He deliberately scraped her inner walls with his finger joints, and each time, her desperate moans filled the air.

“Ah, ugh, don’t, curl your, fingers, ah!”

“But you’re still leaking. The sound of it is so w*t, it’s like you’ll die if I stop.”

Hee-tae said, shaking his fingers roughly. He didn’t even kiss her, wanting to watch her contorted expression. As he thrust his hand in and out, she shook her hips and moaned, making his mouth dry. Unable to hold back, Hee-tae captured her lips. As he sucked her lips and swallowed her moans, Soo-yeon finally reached her cl*max, letting out a faint sob through her teeth.

“Haa, hhic…”

In Soo-yeon’s blurred vision, she saw Hee-tae panting like a hungry animal. As their lips parted and he released her wrists from the wall, he then turned Soo-yeon around so that her chest faced the wall.

“Put your hands on the wall.”

No sooner had she placed her hands on the wall that she heard the sound of a zipper being hurriedly pulled down behind her. Her jumpsuit was yanked down to her waist, exposing her body. He pulled down her underwear along with the jumpsuit to her calves and lifted her by the waist.

“Not only is your hole small, but you’re also short, so you need to stand on tiptoe.”

“Who are you calling, ugh…”

Soo-yeon tried to retort but moaned as soon as his tip aligned with her w*t entrance. Her legs, standing on tiptoe, trembled.