10.1

The persistent ringing of the phone woke Chaeyoon from her sleep, but her body felt too lethargic to open her eyes easily. She wasn’t in pain, just oddly heavy.

In the background, she could hear Seonho’s voice.

“……No, I almost didn’t wake up if you didn’t call me.”

His voice was hoarse, as if he was still half-asleep, making Chaeyoon wonder if she was dreaming.

Ah, right. I was with Seonho last night, too.

As an only child who had become independent from her mother’s care and had her own room, she was used to sleeping and waking up alone. Thus, sharing a bed with someone wasn’t something she was accustomed to.

“Really? Okay. …Yes, Chaeyoon’s too.”

Strong arms wrapped around Chaeyoon’s waist and pulled her closer. His hand grazed her waist.

“Who was it? Junsu-oppa?”

Chaeyoon asked, still with her eyes closed.

“Yeah.”

“A wake-up call?”

“Something like that.”

“On a holiday, too? Isn’t he a bit of a slave?”

“Of course not. I always make sure to provide ample compensation.”

Gentle fingers subtly caressed Chaeyoon’s chest. She barely managed to open her sleepy eyes and saw a s*xy sloth looking down at her with sultry eyes.

It was a luxury to wake up to such an eye-cleansing sight. Without realizing it, Chaeyoon smiled and reached out to touch his face.

“That’s what you think. Haah, I’m so sleepy.”

She was still lacking sleep.

It wasn’t even that late when they had gone to bed. 

Maybe s*x was more exhausting than I thought.

“Me too.”

Seonho pulled her closer and pressed a kiss to her lips.

Ah, that’s nice.

The kiss, while still drowsy, was languid and sweet. The light kisses gradually turned into a thicker, more substantial one.

The hand that clasped her br*ast grew rougher, while the other wandered from her waist to her hips.

What time is it? Don’t we need to check out?

Such thoughts surfaced but were quickly forgotten as his touch seemed to etch a spell on her body—an inescapable spell of pl*asure.

Pleasure circulated, and heat began to build within her. The pent-up heat, as always, invoked a greater desire, greedily craving more pl*asure.

Before she knew it, her legs were parted, and Seonho’s body was nestled between them. What had seemed awkward just two days ago now felt incredibly natural.

Even in her half-asleep, dreamlike state, her center was already moist, eagerly preparing to welcome Seonho.

Seonho wrapped one of Chaeyoon’s legs around his waist and gently pushed in.

“Ah.”

The moan that scraped her throat as it escaped sounded erotically satisfying even to her own ears.

“Your sounds are beautiful too.”

Slowly sliding in and out of Chaeyoon, Seonho stroked her cheek with his fingers.

His touch, coupled with the penetrating motion of his c*ck, swiftly brought a sweet sensation.

“That’s right. You’re already so beautiful, and even your cries are lovely—it’s quite the scene.”

Maybe it was the drowsiness talking, or it felt like he was drunk on the sensation, babbling nonsense.

“And the way you tighten around me. It’s driving me crazy.”

It wasn’t for nothing; Chaeyoon’s core pulsated, lusting intensely for his sh*ft.

“Me too.”

It was too good. Both the vigorous embrace and the gentle movements were mind-numbingly pleasurable. The s*x was as sweet as a dessert.

The kisses that softly parted her lips, the firm sh*ft that moved inside her—everything felt as sweet as it almost felt like a delusion.

“Mmm, mmm.”

When she felt good, a sound she had never made before echoed from her throat, like a cat purring contentedly.

From her mouth, from her core, a suitably sticky, wet sound emerged, energizing like music.

Chaeyoon wrapped her legs around his waist, her hips rocking rhythmically as she nuzzled Seonho’s neck and lost herself in the kiss.

Engulfed in a dizzying pl*asure that wrapped around her body and mind, Chaeyoon soon tightened her legs around Seonho’s hips.

Slap.

The peculiar sound of their pelvic bones colliding became the signal for their movements to intensify.

Slap, slap.

“Ah, ahh.”

Chaeyoon moved her waist vigorously, pushing herself deeper into the swamp of pl*asure.

“Ahh, Chaeyoon, Chaeyoon.”

Seonho incessantly called out her name.

Chaeyoon reached a cl*max, writhing and squeezing out the last bits of pleasure before collapsing.

It was to be expected. They had been going all night, and before even fully waking up, they had exhausted themselves again. Even her athletic stamina couldn’t keep up.

“What time is it? We need to check out, but I can’t even move.”

Chaeyoon made a small, pained sound.

“Just sleep. We can’t go to Seoul today anyway.”

“What?”

Chaeyoon’s eyes suddenly opened wide.

“They said the planes aren’t flying due to bad weather.”

Only then did she look out the window to see that the scenery was obscured by thick snowflakes fluttering like a white curtain in the wind.

Ah, so this is why it was dark.

“They say the planes might fly by evening, but let’s stay another day and leave early tomorrow.”

“I don’t mind, but don’t you have to go to work? It’s Monday.”

“I’ll take care of that, so don’t worry about it. And if you don’t like it here, we can move somewhere else.”

“Where would we go in this blizzard? But can we extend our stay in this room?”

“I’ll handle that too, just get some rest.”

Seonho gently kissed her and covered her with the sheet.

It’s strange. Normally, a prince’s kiss should wake me up, but why am I falling asleep instead?

***

After getting out of the shower, Seonho walked over to Chaeyoon, who was still lying there asleep. He could see her body through the flowing sheets.

Her body was like white porcelain coated with glaze and was covered in red marks. A smile tugged at the corners of Seonho’s mouth.

He liked it. The red imprint he had etched throughout the night.

Seonho gently covered Chaeyoon’s body with the sheet. Just then, she stirred and opened her eyes, her gaze still drowsy and unfocused.

Oh, my God. 

Chaeyoon, just woken up, looked so beautiful.

Her slightly swollen lips irresistibly invited a kiss. With a light peck, Seonho kissed her.

“Are you awake? Want to sleep more?”

When Chaeyoon opened her eyes, she saw Seonho’s face, clean-shaven and neat.

“No.”

Her head felt clear, unsure how long she had slept. Though her body felt sore here and there, it was filled with a satisfying sense of fulfillment.

“Breakfast is over. I ordered some room service. It should be here soon. Do you want to eat first or wash?”

Seonho was being incredibly sweet. 

Was he still playing the affectionate boyfriend?

“No, I’ll wash and then eat.”

It’s a disgrace that we’re cuddling together and sleeping longer than sloths.

“Then wash up and come to the living room.”

“Okay.”

As Seonho left, Chaeyoon hurried to the bathroom. While taking a hot shower, Chaeyoon thought to herself.

Is it okay to feel this satisfied?