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Once again, the flesh of his thigh was sucked into Chaeyoon’s mouth. Hard teeth began to nibble at the flesh.

“Ugh!”

This is crazy. To come to enjoy something like this.

The pain induced with each bite had long since turned into pl*asure. Indeed, it was right for Chaeyoon to tame him. In her hands, Seonho was becoming increasingly tamed to her strange tastes.

Chaeyoon’s tongue moved further inward along his thigh. Twitching in pl*asure, Seonho realized in a daze what Chaeyoon was trying to do.

“Uh, no… no, Chaeyoon.”

Seonho shook his head in resistance, his voice breaking with gasps.

“Really? You don’t like it?”

Chaeyoon slowly licked up from the bottom of his scrotum with her tongue. A thrilling energy shot straight to the top of his head.

Dislike it? It’s too good, that’s the problem.

“Uh, no… don’t do it.”

Not today.

The longing, the buildup of affection alone was enough to make Seonho feel as sensitive and ar*used as a bomb about to explode, and the thought of being roughly caressed by her in such a state was enough to make him lose his mind.

Seonho hurriedly grabbed her hair to pull her head away, but it was already too late. The hot, humid swamp of her mouth had sucked him in and was squeezing and stimulating him.

The overwhelming pl*asure made Seonho’s body tremble. Every cell in his body soared to the pinnacle of ecstatic sensation, greedily extorting pleasure.

Satisfaction filled him with greater satisfaction, and just when he thought it would be the end of it, several more waves of intense pleasure swept over him.

“Haa, haa…….”

Seonho’s words were a mixture of gasps and moans. It was a dangerous pleasure, one he would pay any price to experience again.

His c*ck, trapped in Chaeyoon’s hot mouth, thrashed wildly.

“Ugh, ugh… huh.”

Once more, the pleasure renewed, completely stealing away Seonho’s senses and will like a black hole, followed by a surge of thick fl*id.

“You must have really enjoyed it, to the point of tears.”

As Chaeyoon licked the tears from the corners of his eyes with her tongue, Seonho regained his senses. A sob was laced at the end of his gasping voice.

Oh, sh*t, I’m in tears again. I’m a man who cries so frequently during s*x.

He insisted until the end that it had been a mere coincidence, but now he had to admit it.

He was a man who cried at the height of supreme ecstasy. 

Damn!

“Cute.”

Cute?

Chaeyoon caressed his cheek.

Like a queen seated on a throne lovingly gazing down at her cherished pet, she looked at him. At her words calling him cute, his heart was completely swayed, and his embarrassment flew far away.

“If you like it, I can cry as much more as you want.”

He really was crazy. He would do anything if Chaeyoon liked it. Demonstrating this with his actions, Seonho seductively smiled and enticed Chaeyoon.

Seonho knew. He knew that Chaeyoon was easily enchanted by this smile and that it turned her on.

Even now, the calm in Chaeyoon’s eyes was changing. He felt uplifted by the way she looked at him, boiling with desire, wanting him.

Seonho’s seductive smile deepened, like a flower intoxicating someone with its intense fragrance.

Seonho would utilize the certain method he knew, squeezing out every last drop as long as he could.

He pulled Chaeyoon’s head towards him and kissed her. The scent of night flowers filled his mouth.

“Eat me up completely. Crush me thoroughly.”

In a low, seductive voice, Seonho spoke and lifted Chaeyoon by the waist, who was on top of him. Their centers aligned, and her secret cave swallowed his thick pillar in one swoop.

As intense heat constricted his member, Seonho’s body shuddered again under the onslaught of pleasure.

Chaeyoon was just as ar*used as Seonho. Her moderately sized, round br*asts bounced like angry waves, and her hips rose and fell with a ferocity that was almost feral.

“Ha, hmm…”

Chaeyoon’s moans, sweet like music, filled the air. Seonho stared mesmerized at Chaeyoon, who was on top of him.

It’s not just me who has changed.

Chaeyoon, too, was very different from her usual image. Typically, she had the appearance of a pristine ice flower, pure yet with a chilling aura.

But not now.

Half-closed eyes, cheeks flushed red, rough breaths filled with moans, hair sticking to her cheeks from sweat, and her body writhing in ecstasy.

She looked like a courtesan utterly disheveled by pleasure and lust.

The feeling of pleasure unlike anything usual was a secret known only between the two of them. It may be a manifestation of the desires within each other, but it is also a manifestation that has been blossomed by the other’s touch.

And that was what he liked. Seeing her drowned in pleasure during s*x with him. It was maddeningly delightful to show her his own writhing in pleasure.

As they neared the cl*max, Seonho firmly grabbed her hips with both hands and pulled her closer.

***

Bright spring sunlight poured into Seonkyung’s office through the window.

“It’s spring.”

Seonkyung muttered as she looked out the window.

The sight of buds forming on the branches struck her anew. Spring came every year, but at some point, she had become oblivious to when the flowers bloomed or faded. Yet today, the presence of spring felt intensely vivid.

Seonkyung turned and picked up a brooch placed on her desk, fiddling with it. It was a Mughal emerald brooch bought at an auction. Although the emerald was opaque and not sparkling, its color shifted mysteriously depending on the angle of the light.

“I want to have her.”

An involuntary groan escaped her, driven by a surging desire for possession.

That soft voice, the pretty way her eyes crinkled when she smiled, the refreshing laughter that seemed to clear one’s mind, the just right amount of perceptiveness, the shining passion in her gaze – there wasn’t a single flaw.

“Isn’t there nothing about her that I don’t like?”

Should I admit it? That I had fallen for Chaeyoon’s charms in just 2-3 days?

The desire to possess was now so intense it almost felt like sickness. It had been a long time since she had felt such a desire.

“It would be quite interesting if she became my daughter-in-law.”

Seonkyung indulged in the fantasy of having Chaeyoon as her daughter-in-law.

It’s something she never thought about when she had her first daughter-in-law. She was the daughter-in-law she picked and chose to provide a solid background for her eldest son, and that had been sufficient.

Her current daughter-in-law was doing her part well, and she had no complaints. But there was also no expectation of anything more.

Perhaps it would remain so for life.

Seonkyung was startled by her own thoughts and shook her head as if trying to regain her senses. She was deeply enchanted.

“Snap out of it. The calculations aren’t over yet.”

The more she pondered, the more she regretted it. She should have turned back immediately after hearing that there was nothing between Chaeyoon and Seonho.

“What is this? Going to remove a thorn only to come back with another. Indeed, you captivated me from the first glance.”

Seonkyung tapped the brooch as she spoke.

Really, what is this? Talking to objects now.

I’m doing things I never used to do.

Had the accumulated stress finally exceeded my limits? It had been a while since I last saw a psychiatrist. Or was it just frustration?

A myriad of thoughts wildly raced through her mind in a short time.

Seonkyung put down the brooch and picked up the intercom. Secretary Jang immediately responded.

– Yes, Vice Chairwoman.

“Call Seonho here.”

– Yes, I’ll make the call.

Soon, the secretary came in.

“Why?”

“Team Leader Yoon is not in Korea right now. He went on a business trip to London.”

A business trip, huh? Couldn’t stand the wait and went off. Romance should be a bit of push and pull, tsk tsk. Should I call a dating consultant to teach him?

Seonkyung was again displeased by the sight of Seonho pining while Chaeyoon seemed indifferent.

What are you thinking right now? This romance shouldn’t happen.

It was almost like schizophrenia. The war raging in her mind felt uncontrollable, draining her energy even while sitting still.

“Tell him to come to me as soon as he returns.”

“Yes.”

“And book an appointment at Dr. Joo’s clinic as soon as possible.”

Dr. Joo was her psychiatrist.

“Yes.”

“And book a hotel today, and send someone decent over.”

Seonkyung gave further instructions, not ruling out the possibility of s*xual frustration.

Whether through counseling or s*x, she wanted to use everything at her disposal to quickly expel the lingering shadow of Chaeyoon from her mind.