Haein let out a flushed m*an and squirmed within his firm hold. The act of pleasure, something she had never experienced in her life, was enough to shake her reason to its core.

His solid chest pulled away when Haein could no longer hold out and pressed her hand against one of his shoulders.

Jiho drew back without resistance and took in the mess he had made with eyes that were half out of focus.

In just a few minutes, watching the woman gasping beneath him made the heat between his legs climb. The smeared lipstick at the corner of her mouth looked like cherry blossom petals crushed underfoot.

“Does pain feel good to you too? Ms. Lee Haein, you’re completely soaked right here.”

His gaze landed precisely between her legs, and both of Haein’s cheeks flushed like ripe apples. The lips she bit to hold back a gasp were more swollen than when he had first seen them.

Setting aside the urge to kiss her again, Jiho moved to her nape this time. He pressed his mouth to the spot where faint veins showed beneath the skin and sucked, and the body beneath him shuddered once.

He moved down along the line of her slender neck without hurrying, taking his time. A red mark formed everywhere he passed.

When he reached her chest, he took the n*pple that jutted out like a protest demanding to be touched and pinched it lightly between his fingers.

“Hngh…!”

Haein threw her head back and moaned. Her perfectly teardrop-shaped chest swayed slightly. Jiho cupped both br*asts in his hands. His eyes gleamed at the sweetness of flesh with not a trace of muscle in it.

Jiho buried his face in her chest again. The fruit that looked like it would taste sweet was drawn into his mouth along with the fragrant skin surrounding it.

He pressed the tip of his tongue against the peak. The delicate body trembling beneath him stoked the fire of his desire.

His sharp nose sank into the soft flesh, and Haein could only tear at the sheets as the raw, wet sounds filled the air.

The alcohol seemed to be fading and intensifying at the same time. Even with her eyes open, her stimulated tear ducts left her vision completely blurred.

While Haein struggled to collect herself, Jiho’s lips moved a little further down. His hot breath landed on the deep indent of her navel and the skin above it without exception.

Even then, he refused to let go of her chest, greedy as ever. His long fingers moved in slow circles along the border between her *reola and the white skin around it.

The tingling sensation made Haein press her knees together. Jiho, who had been leaving a mark beside her navel, let out a short laugh and said:

“Your body is incredibly sensitive.”

He had thought she was only good at tempting, but her body’s responsiveness was just as impressive. Even though theirs was a marriage under contract, he had a feeling their physical compatibility would be quite good.

His darkened gaze landed on the fabric concealing her most private place. The underwear, made almost entirely of lace except for a small portion, served very little practical purpose. What it did instead was drive the person looking at it to the edge of reason.

The scrap of fabric barely covering the triangle and the long lace strings trailing beneath it made it pointless to hold back any further.

Jiho caught the waistband of her underwear between his teeth and dragged it down. The dark thatch of hair slowly coming into view made a hunger rise in him.

Haein’s lower body twitched and trembled, and she lifted her hips to make it easier for the underwear to come off. The lace slid down along her pale skin.

The underwear passed over her slender ankles without any resistance and dropped to the floor. The clasp that had been attached snapped free and a run tore through her stockings.

Jiho slid his hand under the back of her thighs, which the stockings made look even more enticing. A light press of his hands and her s*x was fully exposed.

A hollow laugh escaped him at the sight of it, closed so primly.

So this place can look fair-skinned too.

It looked like powder would come off on his fingers if he touched it. He had seen it through the underwear, but the sight of her entrance, slick with arousal, made his throat move.

He had never once wanted to put his mouth on someone there before.

The urge, one he had lost count of by now, pushed him forward. His tongue slipped past his lips and lapped at the small round bud.

“Hng…”

Haein’s m*an melted into something softer. Her thighs, spread to either side, trembled finely. Jiho exhaled a satisfied breath and pressed his tongue deeper inside.

The pale skin gradually deepened to coral. The texture against his tongue was different from her br*asts, soft and yielding.

He turned his head the way he would during a kiss and moved his tongue. He pressed his lips against the flesh that curved around her entrance.

The wetness grew as time passed. With his lips and the skin around them thoroughly coated in fl*id of a different consistency from saliva, Jiho kept working at the bud and the line running beneath it, licking steadily the way one would lick an ice cream cone.

“Ah, ahh…”

Every time Haein twisted her body, her full chest swayed. Jiho glanced up at her between strokes and lapped at her s*x thoroughly, tasting every part of it.

A satisfaction different from when he had been at her chest filled him from the inside. He kept stimulating the delicate membrane without stopping, and her entrance grew so wet it made soft, slick sounds.

He pulled his head back and pressed his thumb into her entrance, spreading it open to the side. The darker inner flesh moved in a way that seemed to beckon him. The slick, glistening shape looked like it was begging to be filled.

Jiho extended his tongue and licked his lower lip. The taste of her flooded his mouth. What little patience he had left reached its absolute limit.

His head grew hazy, not from her arousal but from something that felt more like a drug. The primal urge to thr*st inside her and move until he finished boiled over.

“Hold yourself open.”

He pulled Haein’s hand toward him, guiding it under the backs of her knees where they hung limp. Following the instruction, Haein struggled but held her own legs apart.

He traced her exposed s*x with his gaze and took himself in hand. The robe that had slipped off his shoulders was in the way, so he shrugged it off and tossed it aside.

He gripped himself and stroked up and down, spreading the slick fl*id along the length. He felt her heated gaze on him. A strange tension filled his chest.

He didn’t remember feeling this way the first time either.

The veins on the back of Jiho’s hand stood out, and at the same moment Haein dug her fingers into her thighs hard enough to make the flesh bulge.

Her face grew hot with every breath she drew in. It was her first time seeing a man’s body in person, and it was more beautiful than anything she had seen in videos.

If not for the overwhelming girth and length, the color was not particularly dark, and the straight, upright shape was flawless. The tip in particular was a soft crimson, and it gave her the strange impression of looking at a finely crafted model.

“What? Does seeing it turn you on?”

Jiho enjoyed her gaze and rubbed his thumb in slow circles near the head. The flesh, rising straight without a single curve, twitched once inside his large hand. He pulled a condom from the nightstand drawer and rolled it on.

His long eyes curved into a gentle arc as Jiho brought the head to her entrance. It was the moment her round eyes flew wide at the pressure, incomparable to anything a tongue could produce.

“Ack…!”

The impossibly narrow entrance met the intruder and began to give way helplessly. A great deal of fl*id was flowing from inside, but Jiho’s size was the problem.

The hard, burning flesh was no different from a weapon to Haein, for whom this was her first time. The size, at odds with its beautiful shape, pushed the tender flesh aside at its own pace and pressed deeper inside.

It felt like she was being torn apart below. The pain was enough to dry up the wetness in an instant, and Haein couldn’t even blink properly, her lips only opening and closing soundlessly.

“Ha… try to relax. Are you trying to snap your new husband off?”

The pain was no small thing for Jiho either. His smooth brow creased. Just getting the head inside had been a struggle. Her lack of experience was unmistakable. Despite what his tongue had done to prepare her, her body refused to open.

The strength drained from Haein’s hands where they gripped her legs. Jiho guided her limp legs to his waist and pushed himself in steadily, inch by inch.

“It, it hurts… hngh, please stop…”

Not knowing what she was even saying, Haein shook her head with a tear-streaked face. Every thought stopped. The burning heat spreading below made it impossible to think clearly.

“At this point, how am I supposed to stop?”