CHAPTER 13 – Rice Cake Soup (Part 3)

“Haa…….”

Seo-yeon’s moan echoed through the dressing room.

She couldn’t tell when the kiss became more intense. She could only remember Dojun’s lips lightly brushing against hers and then twisting his head with a smirk.

As he slightly pulled away, Dojun looked at Seo-yeon with intensified eyes, then kissed her again, pulling her waist closer, her toes lifted off the ground.

His jaw tilted and their bodies pressed together. Seo-yeon’s lower lip, sucked by Dojun, crushed and twisted. His tongue slipped in through the gap.

Gently coaxing then pressing firmly. It went in deep enough to choke her, then slid out smoothly. The sticky, warm sounds reverberated in Seo-yeon’s ears. Her stomach boiled, and all thoughts flew away, desire overtook her.

“You.”

He whispered.

Gasping for air, Dojun released Seo-yeon’s lips and gripped her chin. The faint hint of laughter that had been there at the beginning was completely gone from his eyes.

His burning eyes sucked in all of Seo-yeon’s thoughts like a black hole. As her swollen lips trembled, Dojun dove in again with desire-filled eyes.

Dojun’s overwhelming presence caused Seo-yeon to stumble backward. With her lips taken away, her breath was stolen too. Every time Dojun tilted his head to change the angle, Seo-yeon barely managed to catch her breath. She felt like her inhales and exhales were getting tangled up, but there was no respite in sight.

Seo-yeon’s heel touched the edge of the wardrobe as she moved back. Her knees buckled and she grabbed the front of the knit sweater he was wearing. He pulled Seo-yeon’s arms and wrapped them around his neck.

In an effort not to fall backward, Seo-yeon leaned into Dojun’s arms, gripping tightly Dojun supported Seo-yeon’s back and bent his waist. The clothes hanging in the open wardrobe spread apart as Seo-yeon and Dojun’s bodies sank together.

Shirts draped like curtains brushed Seo-yeon’s shoulders. Leaning against the wardrobe wall, Seo-yeon accepted Dojun’s lips. A moan escaped her as their tongues entwined.

The sound of their membranes rubbing against one another was erotic. Her lower stomach tingled. Her body felt hot until her toes curled. Her feverish body craved something more. When Dojun released his lips and looked into her eyes, unbuttoning her blouse with his hands, Seo-yeon slowly closed her eyes.

It felt like everything would become unknown once she closed her eyes. The wardrobe felt deep and secretive, like a separate spacetime detached from the outside world. A place where no matter what happened, no one would ever know, where only the flickering glimmer of light in her closed eyes existed.

Lips touched exposed shoulders. The heat of her body traced a path downward. Her bra-covered br*asts were already in his hands. Biting her neck, Dojun twisted the protruding bump sticking out above the fabric.

“Ahh…….”

The groan that escaped her made Dojun raise his head and look down at Seo-yeon at an angle. With a sucking sound, her w*t lips were sucked again. A muffled moan rumbled from her throat.

Fingers clutched at her chest, pulling at the thin fabric. Dojun lowered his head as if he’d been waiting for it, as the reddened peak popped out with a snap. Seo-yeon’s shoulders slumped of their own accord as she was swallowed by his hot mouth.

“Aaah.”

A muffled sound reflexively escaped her as the sensitive apex was swallowed in Dojun’s mouth. Seo-yeon’s back twisted at his teasing, insistent tongue. A shrieking moan erupted from Seo-yeon as Dojun sucked harder. The smooth fabric enveloping them undulated like waves.

“Ah…”

Seo-yeon bit the back of her hand and shook her head at the relentless harassment. These were sensations she had never felt before. Her back arched, and her toes curled. It felt like a small firecracker had gone off in her lower abdomen. Her mind grew fuzzy, tears welled up in her eyes. Seo-yeon’s stomach shuddered and she gasped for air.

Dojun, holding her chest, looked up. As he slowly released his lips, cold air touched Seo-yeon’s w*t skin. Goosebumps rose. Dojun detached himself and said to Seo-yeon,

“Let’s go to bed.”

Dojun’s voice was oddly calm. It was a voice filled with desire yet not devoid of reason. It was a voice that knew exactly what to do next. Hearing it, Seo-yeon felt a gradual awakening.

Dojun took Seo-yeon’s hand and pulled her to her feet As the shirts, discreetly surrounding them like curtains, were pulled aside, the neatly arranged dressing room came into Seo-yeon’s view.

“Shall we take a quick shower?”

Dojun asked, turning to face Seo-yeon. The words came out so naturally, as did the way he turned around. Hwang Dojun looked like a man who was very good at this kind of thing. In comparison, she felt like she was…….

Seo-yeon looked down at herself. The front of her blouse was open, and her bra was twisted and crooked. She could clearly see the red marks left on her perky chest.

Seo-yeon slowly looked around the room she was standing in.

Suits hanging in rows, the dressing room is neatly organized.

Even the bedroom visible through the open door showed no signs of disarray. The owner of the wardrobe, standing unabashedly with desire, seemed remarkably composed. The only thing in disarray was herself; outside the wardrobe, the world remained meticulously neat.

“I’ll go in first, so take off your clothes and come in.”

Dojun said, pulling up his knit tee. It was unbelievable to be asked to undress and come in. Seo-yeon just looked at Dojun without responding.

As her senses gradually returned, she began to see clearly what she was doing with Dojun now. From kissing to caressing, from caressing to showering, from showering to the bed. Like a series of sequential acts smoothly led by a man.

As Seo-yeon remained silent and simply stared, Dojun sensed the strange atmosphere and lowered his arms. The knit tee slid back down smoothly. Seo-yeon gathered her open front with one hand and asked Dojun.

“Is this why……. Is this why you called me?”

Dojun tilted his head. His expression indicated he didn’t quite grasp the question itself.

“Why did you call me?”

Seo-yeon felt like she had received a booty call. Seo-yeon’s face stiffened as she thought about it, wondering if he’d picked someone easy to call for a one-time fling on a boring holiday afternoon when he was alone.

“Why did you call me?”

Leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, Dojun stared at Seo-yeon, who was asking an absurd question. With a mocking smile, he spoke.

“Because I wanted to hear your voice?”

What other reason could there be?

“I called because I wanted to hear your voice, and when we were talking, you said you’d visit.”

“That’s just…!”

As if it were just a casual remark. Knowing and still deceiving, being deceived while knowing. Dojun cut off Seo-yeon’s words and continued.

“I just wanted to see your face, okay?”

“Then why did you say you didn’t like the suit for the New Year’s gathering…….”

An excuse, of course.

Dojun snorted.

“Did you forget, I’m colorblind?”