8.2 

“Have you ever licked it?”

Her eyes were dazed and provocative.

“Are you telling me to lick you?”

Seonho scoffed as if he couldn’t believe her demand.

“Yes. Kneel in front of me and lick it. With all your dedication.”

Chaeyoon’s smile grew deeper.

“Kneel? This is getting quite spectacular.”

“If you’re going to lick, you naturally have to kneel, don’t you?”

Chaeyoon’s expression, blooming like a flower, looked innocently joyous, yet it was strangely intertwined with a thick, sensual atmosphere that made it dangerously captivating.

“Ha!”

Overcome with a strong sense of resistance, Seonho ran his hands through his hair.

Even on the first night they slept together, she held her dignity unyieldingly while provoking him, and today, she had upped her game.

Now she’s asking to be licked?

“Don’t like it? You said you wanted to sleep together tonight.”

Chaeyoon slowly rubbed her stomach with her palm and then slid her hand down from her navel. Seonho’s gaze followed her hand.

“I’m giving you a chance.”

As she gently rubbed around the bright pink bud with her finger, Seonho involuntarily swallowed and licked his lips.

“Hmm, come on.”

Her voice, meltingly sweet, was like a siren’s call, dizzying his mind.

Seonho smiled sweetly and glared at Chaeyoon, who was provoking him with her lewd behavior.

Her slightly arched back, her shapely legs spread provocatively, the crimson blossoms blooming between them.

The whole scene was so enticing that Seonho was already imagining his tongue following the movements of her fingers.

“Damn it!”

Seonho spat out an expletive.

She had demanded that he kneel. He could refuse. He could just overpower her. But…

Thud.

Eventually, Seonho found himself kneeling before Chaeyoon. An urge he had never felt before surged over him like a tidal wave.

I want to lick her, I want to taste her flesh. Damn it!

Chaeyoon, with a satisfied smile, gently grasped Seonho’s chin as he knelt before her.

“That’s right. Very good.”

Her voice was sweet as if praising a pet performing tricks.

“You’re going to pay for making me do this.”

His words carried a growling tone between them, but it merely seemed like the bravado of a cute puppy.

“Pay? I’m paying now by revealing something I don’t show to just anyone. I’m actually embarrassed, too. But I’m enduring it, see?”

With a smile dangerously provocative, Chaeyoon pressed her finger against his lips, gently stroking them.

The world is full of dualities. The same act could be a service or a privilege, depending on where you stood. Just like now.

“So you should make it enjoyable for me, right?”

Chaeyoon placed her hand on the top of his head and pushed gently, guiding him towards her c*nt. Seonho obediently lowered his head.

Lap, lap.

The touch of his tongue on that sensitive area made Chaeyoon pause her breathing momentarily.

It was warm, smooth, and soft.

To be honest, it was surprising. Chaeyoon had never imagined that Seonho would actually kneel down and lick her. Just as she had never imagined she would make such a demand.

And…

“Ah…”

Chaeyoon flinched, placing her hands behind her to support herself as she leaned back at an angle. Seonho gripped both her thighs tightly and began to tease using his tongue in earnest.

His tongue, which had been flicking around at first, became more fierce and aggressive. He sucked like he was kissing, then stiffened his tongue to cut through the center and delve deep.

“Ah!”

My God! 

An intense pl*asure surged through Chaeyoon, distinctly different from kissing or caressing, and it caught her quite off guard. It was a level of pl*asure she couldn’t control.

An unrefined cry burst from her. The sound was so obsc*ne that even she was shocked to hear it from herself.

And that was not all. The building heat seemed to evoke a greater craving, writhing like a predator yearning for even greater pl*asure.

“Ah, hmm.”

The mingling of Seonho’s saliva with her own fl*ids created a sticky sensation.

Chanyoon grabbed his hair and gritted her teeth to keep from screaming.

“God, you taste so good.”

Seonho muttered as he pulled away briefly. His pupils were dilated. The soft yet resilient texture under his lips and tongue was like exploring a new world.

Moreover, the flowing fl*ids were inexplicably fragrant. Seonho greedily lapped up every drop, unable to stop himself.

So this is what it’s like to be reduced to a beast.

He thought, unable to stop despite scolding himself.

“Hmph, hmph, enough.”

She could no longer contain her desire. Her mind was nearly burning with the longing for something more substantial than his tongue to stir her core.

“Can I put it in now?”

Though he said this, Seonho was already unwrapping a condom.

Without even moving to the bed, Seonho, half-kneeling, thrust himself into her core as she sat on the table.

“Mmmm.”

The firm union instantly satisfied them both. Moans that incited greater desire continuously spilled from their lips.

Seonho gripped her hips tightly, rocking furiously as he fondled her, roughly releasing the pent-up desire.

Chaeyoon’s legs wrapped around his waist, her arms clutching his head like shackles.

Damn, it’s insanely good. No, even better.

It had been six months since they had been together, yet the memory of pl*asure was vivid. And now, it seemed even more intense.

Seonho plunged into her relentlessly. Their bodies swelled with desire and pl*asure, sticking to their minds just as fiercely.

As Chaeyoon’s cries grew louder, she clutched him as if to wring him out.

Seonho let out a low moan through gritted teeth as he too reached his cl*max. The release sent shivers through his body, flooding him with satisfaction.

Exhausted, Chaeyoon slumped against the sofa.

“Can we move to the bed now?”

Seonho lifted Chaeyoon in his arms and carried her to the bedroom.

After peeling off the s*men-filled condom and tossing it haphazardly, Seonho put on a fresh one.

“Do you care about this dress?”

“A little.”

“I’ll buy you more in different colors later.”

Seonho ripped the thin slip open and stripped Chaeyoon n*ked.

Last time, he’d ripped off her panties.

“Got the idea from somewhere?”

Chaeyoon chuckled and pulled him closer by the neck.

“I thought you’d like it.”

“Yeah.”

Their verbal exchange ended there. The physical conversation began in earnest, sometimes rough, sometimes gentle, then violent.