Part 20

She had cried for a long while, in Jiwook’s arms.

But after that outpouring, her heart felt lighter.

Though she would still dip back into the depths of sadness and gloom at times, she now felt like she would truly be okay.

Hearing him say “It’s okay” somehow made the heavy feeling in her chest ease.

“Clothes…”

Seowoo hurriedly went into her dressing room, rummaging through her clothes.

After crying, they had finished one bottle of wine and were close to emptying another.

Before they knew it, it was nearly 6 AM. Jiwook had gone to take a shower in preparation for work.

“Ah…”

That’s when she felt a warm presence behind her. The scent of the body shampoo she always used wafted to her.

“What are you doing?”

Jiwook wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and buried his face in Seowoo’s shoulder.

“Uh, well. I was…”

Jiwook’s warm breath tickled her shoulder, rendering her trailing off with her words. He gently pressed his lips against her exposed shoulder. 

Perhaps it was the wine, or maybe because it had been so long, her entire body felt hypersensitive. 

Jiwook’s large hand caressed her pelvis.

“Why did you stop talking?”

“I, I was looking for clothes.”

“Found anything? Anything that would fit me?”

“…”

He was right. 

There was no way any of her clothes would fit him. The difference in their sizes was too great; even the largest of her clothes wouldn’t likely fit him.

“Besides, I need to go to work. I don’t even know what you expect me to wear.”

“Ah…”

It was a piercing truth.

Perhaps due to the alcohol, her mind had stopped working properly. Realizing how ridiculous her behavior was, Seowoo burst into laughter.

“Guess I’m drunk too.”

Realizing it only then, a laugh that sounded almost like a sigh escaped her lips.

There was only one thing he could possibly wear.

The only item that was significantly oversized was a bathrobe. He always carried a spare set of clothes in his car, so he just wore what he came in and changed at the office.

“You’re tickling me.”

Seowoo squirmed within his embrace. Her already thin frame had become even more slender towards the end of the shoot. Her waist could be grasped with one hand, and her shoulders were frail. Her wrists were so thin that there was a gap when his hand wrapped around them.

“……Haa…Mmm.”

While holding her, Jiwook slipped his hand under the hem of her T-shirt. His hand quickly moved up past her flat stomach and pushed aside her underwear, filling his palm with her soft skin. He never got tired of touching her, always wanting more of her soft feel. His fingertips teased around her ar*ola, lightly flicking its peak. The sensitive spot began to harden under his touch. As Jiwook twisted and stimulated her, Seowoo’s legs wobbled once again.

“I was just going to leave but…”

A tightly suppressed voice escaped his lips. Jiwook’s eyebrows furrowed in pain. Coming out of the shower, he had been irresistibly drawn to the cute nape of her neck and had ended up embracing her. Just facing her, watching her sleep, or even just seeing her from behind—his body reacted intensely to any of her aspects. It was ridiculous how there was no controlling his physical response to Yoon Seowoo, and if he indulged his desires fully, it might be too much for her stamina.

“Lies.”

A laugh escaped Jiwook as she declared her disbelief. He gently scraped across the heightened peak with the tip of his finger, sending a current-like sensation that zinged from the top of her chest. Seowoo moaned, slightly embarrassed yet enjoying the way his hand massaged her chest, so much so that she placed her own hand over his.

Jiwook’s lips curved up nicely as he noticed her reaction.

“See. It was a lie.”

He chuckled and trailed his lips along the pale column of her neck. Her skin and scent were intoxicatingly sweet. He could spend the whole day kissing and covering her with his lips.

Just by looking at her, by holding her, his body was boiling with desire even though he had intended to leave.

It seems he had greatly overestimated his own self-control.

He sucked and kissed her delicate neck, leaving dark marks like a brand claiming her as his own. Jiwook lavished affection on her body for a long time.

“Mmm.”

Seowoo gasped as an erotic sensation spread through her. Being tightly embraced from behind only heightened her excitement. His large hand that had been caressing her br*asts now slowly traveled down her flat abdomen. Sensing its destination, Seowoo squirmed to avoid it, but it was a meaningless effort.

“Ugh.”

His hand reached between her thighs, toward a place filled with heat. Even just that pressure through the fabric made her mind go hazy. As he grasped her firmly, a sudden damp warmth could be felt beneath. She could feel the dampness soaking through her underwear, but there was nothing she could do about it. It would soon be removed by his hands anyway.

Seowoo closed her eyes and surrendered her body to him. Whether it was the alcohol or not, everything around her seemed to sway.

She felt a heavy sensation at her waist. Jiwook, too, was clearly ar*used; his significantly swollen p*nis pressed against her back, displaying its formidable presence. The thought that it would soon fill her made her heart pound intensely.

Biting her lip and barely standing, his husky voice rang in her ear.

“Seowoo, look up for me.”

“…!”

At his command, she timidly raised her eyes, and the mirror came into view. Their eyes met in the reflection.

Facing his intensely dark eyes, her mind went blank.

“Let me see your beautiful face.”

“No.”

Her face, flushed and bewildered, looked utterly… indecent. She had never imagined looking at her own face while having s*x with him. Just the thought made her face burn with embarrassment, and she couldn’t bear it.

Seowoo tightly shut her eyes and shook her head. Then suddenly, her body spun around, and once more, his strong arms embraced her waist, pulling her close.

“Ah!”

He bent down and captured her lips in a searing kiss. 

Hot saliva moistened her mouth as her tongue was fervently sucked. Her jaw slackened, her head tilted back. Seowoo’s hands flailed before carefully settling on his shoulders.

As they kissed, the corners of Jiwook’s mouth turned up in a pleased smile.

“Haah, ha.”

He swallowed every one of Seowoo’s panting breaths, as if wanting to consume all of her. There wasn’t a single spot that wasn’t sweet to him. Thus, he kissed every inch of her body, exploring her thoroughly.

Their tongues tenderly intertwined. The more he kissed her, the more his thirst grew.

“Ah!”

Meanwhile, his hand slipped inside her underwear. As his fingers touched her coarse p*bic hair, her core twitched. Her underwear was already thoroughly soaked.

“When did you get so wet?”

His voice was teasing, filled with mischief. The satisfied expression and the smile tugging at his lips made Seowoo roll her eyes at him resentfully. Responding to her glare, Jiwook kissed the corner of her eye and chuckled lowly. 

His hand moved lower, finally touching her drenched v*lva. He stimulated her wet folds without entering, causing her to spasm visibly from the teasing of his fingers.

“Haah.”