CHAPTER 21 – Let’s Just Sleep Around

From Buram-dong to Hannam-dong, they traveled on the same road. The two cars came together, drifted apart, and then drove side by side as they entered Dojun’s villa complex.

Although it is part of a villa, it was essentially a two-story detached house, so there were no people to run into or noise from others.

As they got out of the car, Dojun, who had already arrived, held out his hand. When Seoyeon took it, Dojun gripped it firmly and they walked together. Their footsteps echoed through the quiet parking lot.

Until they reached the elevator, Dojun didn’t say a word. He just kept holding Seoyeon’s hand tightly. Even in the elevator, he only gave her a light smile when their eyes met, still holding her hand.

Yet the air in the elevator felt like it had disappeared completely. It felt like the only thing in the world was Dojun and her hand in his.

Seoyeon’s entire focus was on her palm. Sensations of heat, tingling, and numbness traveled up her arm. Her head and lower abdomen throbbed.

With a ding, the elevator doors opened, and Dojun strode forward, pulling Seoyeon along by hand. His large hand punched in the key code. With a beep, the door opened.

Before the sound of the door closing could be heard, Dojun rushed in. Seoyeon closed her eyes as he kissed her like he was going to devour her.

Seoyeon had an unidentifiable scent. A natural, fleshy aroma that made him want to bury his nose in her flesh. The subtle fragrance emanated from her hair, nape, delicate membranes, and all over her body – not an artificial perfume, but the scent of her flesh. Sometimes it made him want to bite into the flesh to find the source.

The scent intensified when he sucked and licked it. Dojun bit down on Seoyeon’s glistening lips with his teeth. Sucking it inwards and chewing softly, a sweet juiciness seemed ready to burst from her supple lips.

Ugh…

At the slight pain, Seoyeon’s hands pushed against Dojun’s chest. As he licked and soothed her swollen lips, her hands tugged at his collar. Biting and sucking in her sweet scent, Dojun walked forward, removing Seoyeon’s coat. Leaving behind the falling coat and handbag, he headed towards the bedroom, unbuttoning her shirt and lifting her skirt.

Detaching his lips from her, which he had been devouring, Dojun lowered his head. He nibbled the tips of her br*asts, his hands gripping her thighs. As he lifted her up, Seoyeon’s body rose into the air and wrapped her arms around Dojun’s neck.

He then dropped the briefly held Seoyeon onto the bed. Climbing on top, he kissed her again. Cupping her soft, supple br*asts, and lowered her lips to tweak the peaks. Each time Dojun sucked in a tiny mound of flesh, a gasp escaped Seoyeon’s mouth.

Pulling away, he rubbed with his hands. Groping with his hands, he lifted his hips to look down at her. The sight of her red, disheveled face was another stimulus, causing his c*ck to swell to a frightening size.

“Lift your hips.”

Grabbing her skirt and underwear together, he spoke, and Seoyeon lifted her hips, covering her face with both hands. He quickly pulled down her clothes, fully undressed her, and positioned himself between her legs. Gazing at the semi-n*ked Seoyeon, he tugged at his tie, and the Seoyeon lying beneath him lowered the hands covering her face.

“Let me do it.”

Dojun’s hand that was loosening his tie paused. He felt a momentary breathlessness looking into Seoyeon’s innocent eyes gazing up at him. It’s strange. For some reason, when those eyes say something, he feels like listening.

“Alright then.”

As Dojun moved back slightly, Seoyeon sat up. Kneeling, she untied the now loose tie and set it aside, then reached for the top button of his shirt. When their eyes met, Seoyeon bashfully bit her lip and smiled. Her pretty eyes crinkled, creasing at the corners.

Suddenly, Dojun felt a throbbing at his temple, and he frowned, knitting his brows. During that moment, Seoyeon’s slender, pale fingers were gently unbuttoning his shirt. hen she had them all undone, she tugged the shirt off. Her fingertips brushed against Dojun’s chest, and his muscles twitched.

Had she forgotten that she was kneeling there bare-chested?

As Seoyeon carefully removed his shirt, her protruding br*asts swayed right in front of him. The sight made him dizzy with excitement, and he reached out and grabbed them. Squeezing them fully and twisting the n*pples, Seoyeon’s body, in the process of undressing him, shuddered.

He was half tempted to push her down and ravish her, half tempted to just savor her as she was. 

Narrowing his eyes, as he was considering what to do, Seoyeon drew closer to him. Reaching out, she placed her hand on his chest. It clenched for a moment, then stretched again, making her blush.

Hesitantly, yet with a touch of curiosity, she caressed his chest. At the tingling sensation, he grabbed her wrist and pulled it to his belt. Seoyeon looks at him, puzzled.

“Unbuckle it.”

As Seoyeon’s hand approached the swollen bulge, his lower half twitched. Every time her fingers touched the belt, his ar*usal throbbed. Seoyeon’s face was flushed, though it was hard to see because her head was bent down as she unbuckled the belt.

Dojun lowered his hand, sliding it between Seoyeon’s parted legs.

“Ah!”

As he touched the already slick, w*t area, Seoyeon let out a sound. Moving his fingers back and forth, Seoyeon’s body shuddered. After thoroughly coating the entire area, he pressed down on the protruding nub, eliciting another soft gasp from her.

Her body trembled with every movement of his hand. Her hands had long since stopped unbuckling. Seoyeon’s torso bent forward in a bow-like pose and came in contact with Dojun. He guided her hand holding the belt inside to grasp his swollen m*mber. Holding his throbbing er*ect*on in her trembling hand, Seoyeon looked up at Dojun with quivering eyes.

Dojun gazed into those eyes as he moved his fingers. Still clutching his c*ck, he pulled Seoyeon’s swaying body close to him and kissed her. Even after bringing her close to his side, it still wasn’t enough, so he lifted her up, seating her on his thigh. With a squeeze of her a$s, he pulled her down, so that Seoyeon was now straddling him.

He slid his hand deeper between her parted legs, kissing her deeply. As he stroked her delicate flesh, Seoyeon tightly embraced his shoulders, panting heavily and trembling in his arms.

“Oh, wait…….”

Seoyeon said with a tearful expression. Strange. She spoke with a sigh-like tone, her hips twitching. Even as she said “wait” her hand still gripped his m*mber. Seeing this, Dojun’s eyes narrowed.

Whenever he caressed her flesh, she would twitch, and when she twitched, his ar*usal would be squeezed tightly in her hand.

Ugh…

Seoyeon pressed her lips against Dojun’s shoulder, her body shaking. Her hands squeezed Dojun’s body as she cl*maxed. At the same time, a gush of her ar*usal flooded Dojun’s hand. Arching her back and clenching her thighs, Seoyeon’s trembling body slowly settled down.

Dojun leaned down and laid her down on the bed. With swift movements, he put on a condom and grabbed Seoyeon’s thighs as she caught her breath. Lifting the folds below her knees, he pushed himself in with one swift motion.

Ugh.

A muffled sound escaped from Seoyeon. Liking that sound, Dojun swiftly rocked his hips. The sight of his c*ck slipping in and out of her tightly parted opening was visible. That night, Seoyeon was all shades of red.

* * *

After collapsing and embracing Seoyeon, Dojun took the time to catch his breath before pulling out from her body. Unlike the listless Seoyeon lying on the bed, he got up with his characteristic motion of sweeping his hair back.

Seoyeon slowly opened her eyes after keeping them shut for a long time. Her body felt like a damp, heavy cotton. A lingering heat, a body sinking into weightlessness. The time when everything you can see becomes a blur. Watching the man walk away n*ked after their lovemaking felt almost dreamlike.

“Water?”

At Dojun’s question, Seoyeon shook her head.

“I’d like to take a shower.”

As she answered, she thought, “This is probably how it would feel.” When February turns to March and she no longer has these encounters with Hwang Dojun, her life will briefly feel as if she’s drifting in a dream, before returning to reality.

A bittersweet, languid affair then coming back to reality.

Dojun gazed at Seoyeon for a moment, then turned and said,

“Take your time. I’ll be outside.”

After Dojun left the bedroom, Seoyeon slowly got up. The throbbing pain and heavy sensation had returned once again. Gathering her clothes, she opened the bathroom door, finding the toothbrush she had used on the night they first had s*x.

Seoyeon turned on the hot water and let it soak her body. There were reddish marks on her chest and thighs, and she pressed on them with her fingers. The marks looked like they had formed blood spots, but they didn’t hurt.

She washed her hair with Dojun’s shampoo and cleaned her body with his body cleanser. As she vigorously brushed her teeth with toothpaste, the sight of herself doing so amusedly made her let out a bitter laugh.

After getting out of the shower, the next problem was what to wear. While she could simply put on her outer clothes, putting on fresh undergarments felt awkward. Thinking she should carry spare underwear from now on, she wore only a skirt over her bare body.

Dressed haphazardly, Seoyeon stood in front of the long vanity mirror outside the bathroom. Looking at the large mirror, she made sure all the buttons were properly fastened, then patted her damp hair with a towel.

She had never given much thought to the length of her hair, but now, in someone else’s home, the long hair felt cumbersome. It took a long time to wash and dry. 

Maybe I should cut it to my shoulders.

While gazing into the mirror, her makeup-free face looked back at her. It’s nighttime, so it’s okay, but considering that she went to work in the morning with only sunscreen, she realized she should carry a few more cosmetics with her too.

“Maybe I should just stop this.”

Seoyeon murmured softly. Having to sleep with a man, while also carrying spare underwear and thinking about cutting her long hair – she sighed briefly, then smiled bitterly. Hwang Dojun could topple her with just a reach of his hand, and yet she was having such meaningless thoughts.

It’ll be okay once I get used to it.

The awkward moments and minor discomforts will become manageable after a few encounters. Most importantly, once she gets accustomed to being intimate with Dojun, she won’t be so easily undone as she is now. With repeated stimulation, one tends to become desensitized.

Seoyeon opened the door to the dressing room. In the morning, she had come to set up the outfits but hadn’t even touched them before leaving. Intending to do it before going home, she selected a suit and hung it on the garment rack.

A basic suit for Wednesday. Thursday, he has volunteer work. From Friday, a 4-day business trip to Jeju. 

Recalling the schedule relayed by the secretary, she chose the clothes.

She set aside what he needed to pack in his suitcase and hung the clothes he needed to wear on a garment rack. She selected casual wear for the volunteer work, and with Jeju’s unpredictable weather in mind, she packed some extra clothes as well.

That should be enough.

Straightening her back, she exited the dressing room and encountered Dojun entering the master bedroom. Dressed in comfortable clothes, Dojun looked at her and said,

“You took so long to come out…”

As Dojun spoke, he looked at her. Apart from her freshly washed face and damp hair, her appearance wasn’t much different from when she had stopped by in the morning.

“Ah, I was taking care of some things I couldn’t do in the morning. I’ve prepared this week’s outfits for you, CEO.”

When she didn’t come out after quite a while, he wondered if she’d passed out in the bathroom, but when he came in, she was back to being Yoon Seoyeon, looking as neat and tidy, having even completed the outfit preparations in the meantime.

“Then.”

Seoyeon slightly bowed her head, indicating she would be leaving now. They had been intimate, she showered and even organized the clothes, so it was appropriate for her to go. But…

“Wait for me, I’ll take you home.”

Dojun pulled his jacket off the hanger. Seoyeon turned her head and looked at him. She blinked a couple of times, then spoke in a calm voice.

“I’ll go in my own car.”

Even in the morning when she was heading to work, and in the evening when they ate hot pot, and even now when she was completely drained by him, Seoyeon refused his offer to drive her. Dojun looked at Seoyeon with displeasure. Receiving his gaze, Seoyeon spoke.

“Let’s just sleep around.”

Her eyes were pleading, as if to say he shouldn’t do anything but just this physical intimacy.