Chapter 6.4

“Why do you keep calling me, Senior?”

“Not that. Try calling me ‘oppa’ just once.”

“…Do I really have to?”

“Is it that unbearable to say it in front of someone?”

Even as he grumbled disapprovingly, his hand gently brushed Su-eon’s hair aside.

“…I’m not the type to act cute, so don’t expect it.”

“Yeah, I know. That’s not your style.”

“What is it that you think you know now?”

Su-eon, now sulking, avoided his hand as it stroked her cheek. Seung-jo, laughing as if he found something amusing, suddenly pulled Su-eon into a tight embrace. The force of it made her gasp for air, but she didn’t push him away.

“Ah, what do I do? You’re just too cute.”

Holding her close, Seung-jo murmured softly.

“I’m not usually this shameless.”

Realizing what he meant, Su-eon lifted her head to call his name, but Seung-jo slid his hand through her hair and cupped the back of her neck. Their lips met softly.

As Seung-jo tilted his head, his warm lips brushed against her skin, and heat seeped through the narrow gap between them. It was the same heat that had consumed them throughout the night, as though they were one.

While their lips remained pressed together, Seung-jo gazed quietly into Su-eon’s brown eyes.

“Open up.”

“…”

Hesitating, Su-eon parted her lips, and Seung-jo slipped his tongue inside, stirring deeply. Her eyes fluttered shut. Her cheeks were held, and her lips were sucked gently. With every stroke of his fingers through her hair, the kiss deepened.

As a faint, breathy moan escaped Su-eon’s throat, Seung-jo slid his hand under her clothes. In an instant, his hand traveled up her spine, unhooked her bra, and moved to the front to cup her chest.

“We were… talking just now, ah…”

Biting back a moan, Su-eon gripped Seung-jo’s shoulder tightly. His hand pinched the sensitive peak of her br*ast, kneading it slowly and deliberately. The stimulation was so intense that her back arched involuntarily. Looking out through the glass window, where sunlight poured in, she suddenly remembered they were practically outdoors.

“Senior, how far are you planning to…?”

Her voice, calling out to him, was swallowed by his mouth. Su-eon moaned at the deep sensation pressing between her legs. As her breathing grew heavier, Seung-jo licked her neck with his tongue.

He pushed her half-raised shirt all the way up and buried his face between her br*asts. His jet-black hair spilled over her pale chest. Su-eon felt his hot mouth suckling her br*ast, his tongue flicking over her skin. Her dampened chest glistened under the sunlight.

“Ha… Not here, please. Let’s go to the room…”

“It’s fine. No one can see us.”

Seung-jo whispered soothingly, cupping her br*asts with both hands while flicking his tongue. The sunlight streaming in illuminated their figures so vividly that Su-eon couldn’t bear it and squeezed her eyes shut.

“But, Senior, ah… Senior, you can see me.”

Su-eon raised both arms to cover her burning face. Seung-jo, who had been silently staring at Su-eon, grabbed her soft b*ttocks and pressed her firmly against his pubic bone. His swollen p*nis throbbed with pleasure.

He sucked the peak he had held in his mouth with a pop before letting it go, then licked the rounded curves of her chest with his tongue. When the tip of his tongue brushed against her armpit, Su-eon’s arm flinched.

“Lower your arms.”

“No, I’m embarrassed.”

“What’s so embarrassing? I’ve seen everything already.”

“You haven’t seen everything, not everything. And don’t remember things like that.”

Hearing her voice, which was on the verge of tears, Seung-jo pressed his lips to her pale neck and let out a sigh-like laugh.

“…You’re driving me crazy.”

“Why, why?”

“Because you’re too beautiful.”

Su-eon’s cheeks flushed bright red. It almost felt like even the backs of her hands covering her eyes had turned crimson. Seung-jo nibbled at her chin as if biting it, then pulled down her shorts. Su-eon grabbed his arm with a startled expression.

“…Are you really going to do it here?”

“Why not?”

“It’s too bright…”

“I’ll do it with my eyes closed.”

Seung-jo, who had said something entirely unconvincing with a frightening seriousness, pulled her shorts completely off, leaving them around her ankles.

“Lift your leg.”

“Wait…”

“There you go, good girl.”

Caught off guard, Su-eon, who had placed her hands on Seung-jo’s shoulders, followed his instruction to lift her leg, ending up in a position where she was clinging to him.

“But, but… Senior… Hngh.”

His fingers slid into the gap of her underwear. Su-eon froze as though she had been electrocuted, her body trembling. Seung-jo’s palm, which had slid further down, fully covered her lower belly and rubbed the narrow space beneath her pubic bone.

Seung-jo’s thick, long fingers moved up and down, rubbing her skin. As they began to trace increasingly larger circles, the friction caused a slick sensation to spread under his fingertips. Su-eon clung tightly to Seung-jo’s shoulders with both hands, burying her face against him.

“Haah, hoo, Senior…”

Su-eon’s breath spilled onto his neck. The soft, feather-light trembling of her delicate breaths felt like an assault on his hardened skin. Seung-jo unzipped his pants in one swift motion and pushed his p*nis inside Su-eon.

The place where he had spent the entire night inside her was warm and swollen, clenching around him tightly. Feeling as though he was sinking into a swamp of pleasure, Seung-jo let out a languid breath and pulled Su-eon closer. Stroking her trembling back with his palm, he removed her T-shirt, revealing her pale, bare body.

The sunlight streaming in through the floor spread softly over Su-eon’s body, bathing her in a golden glow. Her silky smooth skin glistened as though sprinkled with shimmering powder, dazzling his eyes. Seung-jo’s vision blurred for a moment before gradually clearing.

As he stared intently at the elegant curves of her body, reminiscent of a carefully crafted porcelain piece, Seung-jo reached out his hand. While still inside her, he stroked her flushed cheeks, red like a flower, and placed his palm around her slender neck, as delicate as a fragile flower stem.

Tracing the rapid pulse beneath her soft skin, he moved down to the pink peak he had held in his mouth several times, rubbing it with his fingertips. Su-eon trembled atop him like a bird caught in his grasp. The inner walls that had been holding him tightened firmly around his p*nis.

“Ssshh…”

Seung-jo took a deep breath and exhaled heavily.  

“Haa.”  

He spread his palm and gently covered Su-eon’s flat, slender stomach. He was inside this cramped space. The moment he realized this, a chilling thrill wrapped around his entire body, and he jolted beneath the thin layer of skin.  

Su-eon groaned, arching her back. Taking another deep breath, Seung-jo leaned down to meet her gaze.  

“I’m going to move.”  

As if observing the slow flow of time, Su-eon nodded slightly, her small gesture deliberate. A silent smile spread across Seung-jo’s lips. He began to move slowly, holding her hips and planting delicate kisses on her cheeks and lips.  

“Ah, Senior.”  

Even at the slow pace, the stimulation was unbearably intense, and Su-eon kept panting, calling out to him. Seung-jo liked it. He thought it would be perfect if he could just take off the last syllable of her words. At some point, he sharply thrust upward. The sofa screeched, scraping against the floor.  

“Ah…! Too much, too much…”  

Grasping her hand flailing in the air, Seung-jo pressed his lips against her palm.  

“Mm, I’m going slow.”  

“It’s… too fast…! Too fast…!”  

Thud, thud, thud.  

With each forceful thrust, their teeth clattered, and stars danced before their eyes. Every time Seung-jo entered, Su-eon felt a tingling sensation deep inside, sending shivers through her. Her mind turned blank, and her remaining thoughts sank into a distant abyss.  

Seung-jo tightly embraced her backward-arching body with both arms and sucked on her chest. Su-eon began trembling, exhaling intermittently as if she had forgotten how to breathe.  

“Haa, ah, I can’t… I can’t hold on.”  

“Me neither.”  

In a rough voice that sounded as though it was scratching his throat, Seung-jo murmured and laid Su-eon down. Gripping her waist with both hands, he moved quickly. His eyes, gazing down at the sobbing Su-eon, were dark with boiling desire, as if about to lose control.  

“It’s over, it’s all done.”  

Intertwining his fingers deeply with hers, Seung-jo whispered soothingly. Tears filled Su-eon’s soft eyes as she nodded. Her face was one of absolute trust in him.

Seung-jo couldn’t hold back any longer and thrust his p*nis all the way in. Su-eon’s body undulated like waves. As he looked down intently at the opening that was slightly parted and receiving him, Seung-jo thrust his hips upward forcefully. Sweat trickled down over the tightly knit muscles.

A low groan escaped his lips. Pressing her soft b*ttocks firmly upward, Seung-jo erupted. At the peak of pleasure, he felt every sensation in his body open up, and he placed a gentle kiss on Su-eon’s lips.

For a while, their heated breaths mingled, passing between their faces. Supporting himself on one hand as he looked down at Su-eon, Seung-jo wiped away her tears. His palm moved up and down, stroking her delicate shoulders repeatedly.

As her sobs gradually subsided, Su-eon let out shaky breaths. When she came to her senses, she buried her face between the cushions. Watching her do this, Seung-jo let out a small laugh.

“Sharing a room would be better, wouldn’t it?”

Lying down beside Su-eon and embracing her, Seung-jo whispered softly as she drifted into a light sleep.

“Huh… Yes?”

Su-eon, who had been nodding off, forced her eyes open with difficulty.

“It’s okay. Sleep some more.”

Seung-jo patted Su-eon’s shoulder. Su-eon nodded and rested her head comfortably against Seung-jo’s chest. The warm sunlight made their bodies feel languid, and drowsiness crept in. She felt as though she was forgetting something, but even that sensation sank to the depths of her consciousness along with her sleep.