Side Story (Part 3)

The motel room was adorned with flashy ceiling lights and vibrant colors. The floor was wet with water, and damp clothes lay scattered like shed skins, leading to the bathroom. The shower stall was filled with hot, humid steam.

Seung-jo pushed Su-eon under the warm water and began undressing her. On their way to the bathroom, her coat and other layers had already been removed, leaving her half-dressed.

Kneeling on one knee, Seung-jo rolled down her wet leggings and pulled them off her ankles. Su-eon, awkwardly standing with her hands on his shoulders, shook her head.

“I-I can do it. Senior, you should undress too…”

“Okay, lift your arms.”

Ignoring her protests, Seung-jo helped her raise her arms and removed her bra top. The hot water cascaded over her chilled skin, gradually warming her stiffened body.

Seung-jo massaged her muscles, rubbing her skin repeatedly until her body relaxed. The trembling in her limbs subsided, and her chattering teeth finally stilled. When Su-eon reached out to stop him, her hands grasped his firmly.

“I’m fine now, so please, undress too, Senior.”

“It’s not fine. Your body is still freezing.”

His voice was as firm as the hand gripping her nape and pressing down on her shoulders. Su-eon let out a soft groan from the steady pressure and persistently turned her head.

“I’m warmed up now, so please stop…”

“If you catch a cold, I won’t let you go to work.”

“….”

The threat seemed to work as Su-eon bit her lip and said nothing more. Her large eyes stared up at him, her expression almost defiant, which made Seung-jo chuckle.

“Are you sulking, Princess?”

He deliberately chose words that would make Su-eon uncomfortable, wrapping his arms around her from behind and slowly rubbing from her shoulders to her wrists. He had expected her to shake him off in frustration, but instead, she turned to face him.

“I’m not sulking. I’m just worried about you, Senior.”

She held his hand gently and looked up at him with an unwavering gaze. Every time she looked at him like that, Seung-jo felt as though he turned into a fool. Otherwise, there was no way he would have come out on such a long course on a winter night without preparation.

Even so, why didn’t he grow tired of those stubborn eyes?

Seung-jo sighed and pressed down hard on Su-eon’s palm, enough to hurt. She should have cried out in pain, but perhaps her hands were still numb because she just stared blankly at him. Seeing that expression made his lingering irritation flare up again.

“Worry about yourself. Have you ever seen a mouse worry about a cat?”

“…Are you calling me a mouse?”

“You’re even weaker than that.”

Su-eon’s eyes flared with anger at Seung-jo’s cold remark. How could a girlfriend look this beautiful even when furious? It was so absurd that Seung-jo let out a dry laugh.

“Did you just laugh…? Do you think I’m funny?”

Su-eon fumed.

“Of course, it’s funny. Your lips turned blue just from getting a little wet.”

“When did that ever—”

“From now on, no running in the winter. And no going out after 6 PM.”

“What?!”

Su-eon looked at him in disbelief, her face frozen in shock. Seung-jo pulled her closer as he turned the shower’s hot water lever all the way up.

“So stay still. I was so close to carrying you to the emergency room.”

“…It wasn’t that bad.”

Muttering in a subdued voice, Su-eon stopped resisting and leaned into his chest. Feeling her weight against him, the tension drained from Seung-jo’s body. He exhaled slowly. The sharp nerves that had been on edge gradually settled.

Watching him quietly, Su-eon wrapped her arms around his waist and nuzzled her cheek against him.

“I’m sorry for scaring you.”

Her anger and stubbornness seemed to have melted away under the hot water, leaving only a gentle look in her eyes as she gazed up at him. Seung-jo let out a soft groan as if surrendering.

Suddenly, Seung-jo leaned in and captured her lips. As he did, Su-eon reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck. From the start, the kiss was rough, as if they were devouring each other’s flesh and bones. Standing under the pouring water, they explored each other without hesitation.

His sharp tongue invaded Su-eon’s mouth, grazing her teeth and pressing against her soft inner walls as he pulled her tongue with a fierce suction.

Seung-jo’s hand slowly moved down, caressing her chest. His fingers traced her soft skin, gently brushing over the hardened peaks before lightly scraping them with his fingertips.

“Ah…”

Su-eon’s moan escaped into his mouth. Seung-jo, who had been drawing in her trembling breath, released her lips and bent down. Following the streams of water cascading over her pale chest, he trailed kisses downward.

When he took the rosy peak of her br*ast into his mouth and sucked, Su-eon clutched his head and twisted her waist. Animalistic instincts coursed through his body. He instinctively sought out the spots where Su-eon was most sensitive and relentlessly teased them.

“Senior… Ah… Se— Ah…”

He circled the tip of her br*ast with his tongue before gently biting down, making Su-eon shudder in pleasure as her hand slid down his neck. Even that slight movement made him ache below.

Supporting Su-eon’s back to keep her from escaping, Seung-jo deepened his hold on her chest while his hand ventured lower. Sliding his hand into her soaked underwear, he felt her warm, moist skin parting softly for him.

Unable to resist the heat, Seung-jo kissed his way down as he pushed his fingers deep inside her. He felt her body flinch. Slowly, he began to stroke the tender inner walls.

“Ah… Ah…”

Su-eon’s breathing grew faster and more erratic. Seung-jo inserted another finger. His palm pressed against her pelvis, filling her completely with his hand.

As Su-eon’s chest heaved, her saliva-coated peaks glistened under the light. Seung-jo sucked on the swollen flesh while moving his hand in a familiar rhythm.

Over the sound of the shower, the slick noises of wet skin rubbing together filled the bathroom. His long, firm fingers pressed and stroked her sensitive spots without hesitation.

“Senior… Ah—!”

Su-eon let out a sharp cry, her body trembling uncontrollably. Seung-jo withdrew his hand and knelt fully on the bathroom floor. Supporting Su-eon’s swaying body, he wrapped his arms around her waist and gripped her hips.

Leaving marks on her flat stomach, he pulled her hips closer until his nose was buried just below her pelvis. Hooking his fingers into her drenched underwear, he slowly slid it down, revealing a glistening trail of fluid.

Seung-jo watched Su-eon tremble, covering her face with her hand, and bit into her soft flesh. Sweetness filled his mouth as if he were drinking from a honeyed spring. He eagerly delved into her tender skin with his tongue.

“Ah…!”

Su-eon’s moans echoed through the steamy bathroom, reverberating in the thick, humid air. With one hand on the wall for support, she barely managed to stay upright as Seung-jo greedily kissed her below. Steam rose around them, shrouding their entwined figures in a mist.

The glass walls fogged up completely, cutting them off from the outside world. Over the sound of the pounding water, the noises of their intimacy and Su-eon’s cries were the only evidence of their existence.

A handprint, blurred by the steam, remained on the fogged glass as a silent witness.

***

“Su-eon, if you’re sleepy, just sleep. Don’t force yourself.”

After finishing his shower, Seung-jo spoke to Su-eon, who sat stubbornly upright on the bed, nodding off. He had sent her to shower first and wrapped her in bedding like a cocoon.

Though it wasn’t the safest place for a cocoon to rest.

Seung-jo glanced at the round white bed surrounded by a hot pink canopy and decided to stop trying to figure out the intentions behind the room’s bizarre décor.

Ignoring the garish ceiling lights and the honeycomb-shaped mirrors covering the walls, he imagined what would happen if an earthquake struck. They’d likely be impaled by shards of mirror before they could escape.

As Seung-jo scanned the room sharply, searching for hidden cameras or other threats, Su-eon called out to him in a drowsy voice.

“Senior… Are you out?”

“Just sleep. I’ll wake you when the car arrives.”

Deeming the mirrors the only real threat, Seung-jo spoke to Su-eon. He had decided it was better to let her rest than to take her outside immediately after recovering from the cold.

“No, I’m not sleepy.”

Lying through her teeth, Su-eon slowly reached out her arms. Tossing aside the towel he had been drying his hair with, Seung-jo approached her. Water dripped from the towel around his waist, trailing down his legs to the floor.

Standing by the bed, Seung-jo grabbed Su-eon’s outstretched arms as she clung to his waist. He gently rubbed her now-dry cheeks with his hand.

“Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?”

Su-eon shook her head and nuzzled her cheek against his bare skin, whining like a child. As soon as she embraced him, her eyes grew heavy with drowsiness, filled with the weight of sleep. Why she insisted on resisting it was beyond him.

“Do you just want to go home quickly? Should I call Secretary Kim and ask where he is?”

Seung-jo reached for his phone, thinking it was about time for their ride to arrive. But just then, Su-eon, who had been stifling a yawn, suddenly opened her eyes wide and wrapped her arms tightly around him.

“No, not yet.”

Before he could even ask what she meant, Su-eon’s hand slipped under the towel. Her hand gently cupped the most sensitive part of his body, and Seung-jo, his gaze steady, looked down at her.

Though he had taken care of himself after sending her out of the bathroom, the part of him that had been aroused since earlier remained half-hard. Naturally, as soon as her hand touched it, it returned to its full size, as if obeying her command.

Seung-jo let out a languid breath as he watched Su-eon handle his p*nis as if it were her own.

“What are you trying to do, Su-eon?”

“Just… the most natural thing to do here.”

Seung-jo chuckled.

“The most natural thing here is for you to sleep.”

“I can sleep at home.”

“Then at least open your eyes properly when you say that.”

Seung-jo teased her, wiping away the tear hanging at the corner of her eye from her yawn. Su-eon shot him a defiant glare, as if to say, “Just you wait,” and then did as he had done earlier in the bathroom—she pulled down the towel and lowered her head.

Before Seung-jo could stop her, her lips were already on him. Without any preamble or hesitation, she opened her mouth wide and took him in. His p*nis disappeared into her warm, wet mouth, her soft tongue teasing the sensitive tip.

The overwhelming sensation made his breath scatter heavily. Su-eon slid her lips back, trailing over the ridges, before taking him in again, this time a little deeper.

Each time she lowered her head, the towel wrapped around her slipped further, revealing more of her chest. The red marks he had left earlier dotted her skin, and the sight of them made the veins in Seung-jo’s neck stand out.

He grabbed her damp hair, sweeping it behind her ears, and quietly watched her small head bob up and down, wondering what thoughts were running through her mind.

“Is it not enough? Let’s wait until we get home, okay?”

“Mmm… I want to… here first…”

With his p*nis still in her mouth, Su-eon mumbled, her movements sending jolts of pleasure through his lower body. Seung-jo pressed his fingers against his temples, trying to suppress the sensations.

“Not here.”

He didn’t want to make love to her on a bed that countless others might have used before them. The idea of having s*x in a cheap motel felt repulsive, like it might infect him with something nonexistent. But more importantly, there was a practical issue.

“We don’t have a condom.”

“There’s one here.”

Mumbling again, Su-eon reached out her hand.