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Hmmm.

Chaeyoon flinched slightly as her hand made contact with the hot, throbbing form pressing against his trousers. 

Despite her outward bravado, such directness was startling.

Seemingly pleased with her reaction, Seonho grinned and spread his legs slightly, making his ar*usal even more pronounced. 

“Why? Don’t you like it? Most seem to enjoy it.”

Ah, why are we like this? Even our f*replay seems like a competition to outdo each other. 

But it was like an action and reaction. A rule that if he provoked, she would provoke even more strongly. It had always been a driving force that makes them grow.

What about tonight? Could this s*xual play also spur growth?

“Most? Huh, uncharacteristically humble of you.” 

Chaeyoon teased, her moment of hesitation gone as she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers then slipped her hand between them, wrapping her palm around the throbbing man and squeezing hard.

Seonho twitched. 

Her touch made him stiffen even more, causing a slight change in his previously relaxed expression, which now tightened.

Seeing his reaction brought a subtle smile to Chaeyoon’s lips. 

“Of course. If you like it too.”

Seonho’s voice grew a bit terse. 

“Yeah. I like it.”

Chaeyoon spoke sweetly, moving her hand rhythmically, up and down, causing Seonho to inhale sharply and briefly close his eyes.

Ha! Typical Han Chaeyoon.

“Mmm…”

Seonho let out a groan as her hands massaged him, starting from his t*sticles and sweeping upward. The heat built in his body, and his moans deepened, thick with ar*usal.

She really is good at everything. Even this.

Seonho pulled Chaeyoon’s head toward him and kissed her roughly. 

The kiss, laden with desire, was fierce and messy. He bit and sucked on her lips and tongue, greedily swallowing her breath.

The suffocating, concentrated desire that radiated from Seonho burned on Chaeyoon’s lips, sending heat through her body.

He pulled her onto his lap, causing the hem of her dress to roll up and expose her slender legs.

Seonho ran his palm over her thigh, savoring the touch while his eyes intensely studied the pale nape of her neck and shoulders, visible above the red dress.

A cruel desire surged within him to mark that pale body with red traces. Seonho removed his hand, which had moved to the edge of her panties.

Later for that.

Licking her lips to suppress his impatience, Seonho moved his hand from her thigh to her neck. 

Chaeyoon’s slender neck fit perfectly in his palm. Seonho curled his hand around her nape and slowly caressed it with his thumb. The look in his eyes as he gazed at her neck appeared extremely dangerous.

That dangerous gaze sent an unfamiliar tension through Chaeyoon’s body. Her body tensed and her n*pples stiffened.

Crazy, why does that look excite me?

Seonho licked up her neck slowly, the pulsing of her arteries felt erotically akin to panting.

We are indeed racing to the edge of decadence.

The sensation of her neck being gently sucked was more pleasant than she expected—ticklish, thrilling.

Seems her senses operate independently of her emotions.

“Hmm.”

Her neck arched instinctively, and a sweet moan escaped her lips, blending seamlessly with the charged atmosphere.

Seonho’s hands moved from the nape of her neck, down her shoulders, and along her spine, becoming somewhat coercive as they reached her a$s, squeezing it so tightly that she could feel a hint of pain.

“Ouch!” 

Chaeyoon’s brow furrowed with discomfort, but almost instantly, the pain morphed into pl*asure.

Just from this level of caress.

But… if it feels good, it’s good.

Seonho meticulously kissed her neck, licked, sucked, and gently nibbled, moving his lips slowly towards her shoulder.

His lips caught the delicate red strap of her dress. It was a thin strap that held up her dress, which Seonho now pulled down effortlessly.

Her lush br*asts were revealed, and upon seeing them, Seonho let out a shallow moan. The white, round ar*olas were stunningly beautiful.

As he stroked the peak with his thumb, Chaeyoon arched her back, bringing her n*pple forward as if asking to be sucked.

Willingly, Seonho took the pink, cute bud into his mouth. There was no reason to resist such a temptation.

“Haah, haah.” 

Chaeyoon held Seonho’s head as it moved over her chest.

Why would anyone need an aphr*disiac? 

She wondered, as a surge of pl*asure flooded through her.

Her hips, caught in his grip, were gradually pulled toward his body, and soon something hard yet soft touched her center.

Instinctively knowing what it was, Chaeyoon, with newfound boldness, knelt on the sofa, pressing her center against his manhood and began to grind audaciously.

Before long, her juices soaked her panties and made them slippery. Liking the slippery sensation, Chaeyoon rubbed even harder against him. Each movement made her hips undulate enticingly.

“F*ck, this is driving me crazy.”

Each time Chaeyoon moved her hips, overflowing with allure, Seonho groaned and reached out to pull on the sofa.

With a jolt, the sofa reclined suddenly.

“Ah!” 

Chaeyoon lost her balance and fell onto Seonho. He quickly turned her around and laid her on the sofa. Although he wanted to continue the f*replay and enjoy it further, her provocations were too much to resist.

Chaeyoon seemed disoriented, blinking her wide-open eyes. 

The red dress that hung down to her waist, leaving her br*asts and thighs bare, and her body sprawled defenselessly in front of him, was sexy enough to turn heads.

Seonho lifted the hem of her skirt to reveal her a$s. A red lace thong was exposed, which he quickly tore away. 

The dark patch of curls now fully visible, his desire overwhelmed him.

He’d never done this before, but he was overcome with an intense desire, and he frantically slipped on a condom and thrust himself into Chaeyoon’s body.

“Ah!” 

As she accepted him, Chaeyoon felt a foreign fullness that made her hips jerk in shock. The shock transformed into a thrilling sensation, sparking intense pl*asure.

This is strange. I can’t distinguish between pain and pl*asure.

Chaeyoon grasped his shoulders tightly and provocatively thrust her hips against him, creating a strong friction between their entwined lower bodies.

“Ugh!”

Damn.

Seonho clenched his teeth, swallowing the moans that tried to escape. He grabbed Chaeyoon’s hands, intertwined their fingers, and quickened his movements.

“Ha, ah!”

As he devoured her lips and tongue once more, breathing in even her moans and breaths greedily, he couldn’t maintain his usual composure.

Oh, this feels good.

Chaeyoon opened her eyes. She could see Seonho’s face, panting and dyed in pl*asure as much as her own.

The force of his movements shook Chaeyoon’s body intensely. As she swayed, the beauty mark under his right eye became pronounced, a detail that somehow stood out amidst the tumult.

“Uh.”

A decadent, impassioned expression formed on Seonho’s face.

It was like a red jewel, a brilliant red gemstone, exquisitely cut, scattering light in all directions and inspiring greed.

But his dazzling appearance quickly faded from view as Chaeyoon’s senses were overwhelmed by bright, flashing lights, even with her eyes closed.

“Ha, ah!”

“Ugh.”

The sounds of their bodies slapping together, the escalating moans, and his sweat droplets falling upon her intensified in rhythm.

With the increasing pl*asure, Chaeyoon spiraled toward a cl*max, the intense sensations mingling with the early June heat and primal instincts of that heated night. The scent of peonies blooming wildly in the garden wafted through the open window, erotically intertwining with their fervor.

Just before reaching the cl*max, Chaeyoon wrapped her legs around Seonho’s waist, pulling him in deeply, locking him inside her in a tight embrace. She thought to herself,

I’ll never forget this.

That peony scent that filled the air with every movement.

As the cl*max hit, it burst like fireworks, and in that short time, all of her senses were overwhelmed and drawing out an exquisite pl*asure.