Side Story 7

While Jeho was checking the photos, Damon and Hyemi’s eyes met. He gave her a sly smile, and she flinched, quickly turning her head away.  

‘So unfair.’

That was the smile he always made when they were having s*x. The satisfied smile of a beast who had everything, the smile of someone who had devoured her from head to toe and was thoroughly pleased.

Her ears flushed as she turned her head. Then, for some reason, she turned back and glanced around. When she realized no one was watching, Hyemi parted her lips slightly, stuck her tongue out a little, and rounded her hand as if she was holding a shaft.

Damon flinched at the sight. The unmistakable gesture of f*llatio made him tense up below in an instant. But the shoot wasn’t over yet, and if he got hard now, it would be a disaster.

Damon clenched his teeth, closed his eyes, and sang the national anthem in his head. Hyemi silently giggled and smiled sweetly.

“All right, let’s take a 30-minute break.”  

Finally, it was break time. As soon as Jeho finished speaking, Damon strode directly over to Hyemi.

“Hyemi.”  

“Yes?”  

“I’m a bit sleepy… Can you help me nap?”

At his words, she smiled softly and stood up.  

“All right.”

As they headed to the waiting room, Hyemi muttered about how he should get used to sleeping alone, but Damon just smiled. The door to the waiting room closed with a click, and the lock turned. Instantly, their lips crashed together.

“Ah, mmm…”  

Damon bit and sucked her lips as if he was going to devour her. He would probably leave them swollen when he pulled away. Of course, Hyemi didn’t push him away.

Instead, she rose on tiptoe, wrapped her arms around his neck, and clung to him like a cicada on a tree. Finally, their lips parted and Damon spoke.

“Hyemi.”  

“Yes?”  

“Where did you learn to do something so bold?”  

“Hmm… Self-taught?”

Hyemi shrugged and giggled softly. Damon immediately grabbed her b*tt, lifted her up, and carried her to the sofa.

The sofa wasn’t that big, but it was big enough for them to get close. Plus, since it was a soft fabric sofa, there was little risk of making loud noises.

“Hyemi, you know you have to hold back your moans, right? Otherwise, everyone else will hear us having s*x, live.”  

At his whispered words by her ear, she bit her lip. Her top came off, and her bra fell to the floor. Hyemi sat on top of him, feeling a distinct hardness against her bottom.

She deliberately ground her hips and pressed down hard.  

“Mm…”

Damon furrowed his brow and let out a low groan. Hyemi giggled and whispered softly in his ear.  

“Damon, you have to hold back, too. Otherwise, everyone will know. Oh, what if they catch us having s*x—how will you finish the shoot then?”

He grabbed her exposed bottom over her jeans with both hands. Damon buried his face in Hyemi’s neck, showering her with kisses.

If he left a mark on her neck, it would be like advertising that they’d had s*x. He held back his desire and, instead, bit and sucked on the upper part of her chest. Hyemi stroked Damon’s hair and spoke in an excited voice.

“Come to think of it, Damon, you really like leaving marks. After s*x, my whole body is always covered in kiss marks.”  

“It’s to show you’re mine. So no one else touches you.”

He answered shortly, then took her br*ast in his mouth and circled the firm tip with his tongue. Hyemi let out a shallow moan, then remembered where they were and bit her lip to stifle it.

Her body bent backward, and she felt the soft touch of the sofa against her bare back. Damon took off his shirt and tossed it onto the table. Soon, Hyemi’s jeans joined it on the table.

Her panties dangled from her toes, and Damon bent down. His tongue licked up Hyemi’s already wet core.

“Ah, mm, mm, hnn…!”  

A suppressed moan leaked from between her tightly bitten lips. Even biting her lip wasn’t enough, so Hyemi covered her mouth with her hand. She could feel the weight of him pushing inside.

Damon drank in her sweet nectar from within, then raised his head. Hyemi’s cheeks were flushed as she panted for breath.

He reached out and grabbed the wallet on the table. From inside, he pulled out a condom. Hyemi’s eyes widened; she hadn’t expected there to be condoms even in his wallet.

Damon just undid his belt, pulled his pants down a bit, and took out his already hard shaft. It looked even bigger than usual, veins standing out. It only took him a few seconds to put the condom on.

“I’m going in.”  

Hyemi nodded. Damon entered her slowly, then suddenly thrust in deep. She arched her back, eyes wide, as he filled her deeply in one stroke. The sensation of being pierced so deep made her mind go blank.

“Mmm, ha, ah, mm…!”  

She was supposed to hold back her moans, but she couldn’t. Damon moved his hips, leaned down, and kissed Hyemi. Every moan she let out was swallowed by his mouth.

The fact that they were having s*x outside, and that they couldn’t get caught, made it even more thrilling. Apparently, Damon felt the same, as he moved a bit rougher than usual. Thanks to that, Hyemi reached her climax much faster.

Her body trembled as she tightened around him, her juices flowing, and Damon shuddered, thrusting deep as he cl*maxed.

“Haa, haa…”  

“Whew…”

The air in the waiting room was thick with heat. Checking the clock, they saw break time was almost over. Damon quickly cleaned up and helped Hyemi get dressed.

He skillfully fastened her bra and helped her into her shirt. To make it look like they’d just napped, he deliberately messed up the blanket on the sofa. As they were about to leave the waiting room, they felt a bit nervous.

“Um… We didn’t get caught, did we?”  

“Who knows.”

Damon answered nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders. So Hyemi decided to be a little shameless, too. She put on her bravest smile and walked out of the waiting room. The stares focused on them quickly scattered, and the hair and makeup artist rushed over.

“Maybe it’s because you slept, but your hair and makeup are a bit messy.”  

“Oh, I have this habit of running my fingers through Damon’s hair when he sleeps… I’m sorry.”

Hyemi put on a pout on purpose. The artist waved it off, saying it was fine and that she’d fix it quickly. Judging by her reaction, it seemed she hadn’t noticed anything unusual had happened in the waiting room. Hyemi breathed a sigh of relief and continued watching the shoot.

* * *

A few more days passed after that. Hyemi still had to go to school for boring lectures, and Damon had a day off with no shoots. Damon helped Hyemi as she busily got ready. He dried her hair and made toast, putting it in her mouth.

“Let’s go out for dinner tonight.”  

“All right. I’m off!”

Hyemi nodded, kissed Damon on the cheek, and hurried out the door. The sound of the door closing and her light footsteps faded away. Damon, watching her leave with a hint of longing, started getting ready to go out himself.

Today, the ring he had ordered finally arrived. It was lucky that he had a day off and she was going out. He didn’t want to lie to Hyemi, so if he wasn’t careful, he might have ended up going to get the ring with her.

If he were with her, he’d have styled his hair and dressed up as much as possible, but since he was alone today, he just let his hair down. Damon headed to the department store.

As soon as he entered the department store, people’s eyes instinctively followed him. Damon, who had been used to this attention since his modeling debut, ignored them and went to pick up the ring he’d ordered.

“Welcome. How can I help you?”

As soon as Damon entered the shop, a staff member hurried over and bowed.

“I’m here to pick up a ring I ordered.”  

“Oh, we called you earlier today, and you came right away. Please, this way.”

The staff led Damon into a room at the back. It was a VIP room, accessible only with a special card.

“I’ll bring it right out. Please wait just a moment.”

The staff member tried to calm her racing heart and smiled sweetly. She’d heard she had a pretty smile and glanced at Damon with a hint of hope, but he showed no interest at all. She hid her disappointment and quickly left the room.

Left alone, Damon wondered what the finished ring would look like. He had specified every little detail in the design, but he wasn’t sure if it had turned out exactly as he’d imagined. If he didn’t like it, he planned to scrap the ring and order another, even if it took more time.