CHAPTER 48

However, Taejun made it clear from the beginning that he didn’t want anything as bothersome as romantic feelings, just ‘practicing’ or, well, having s*x. No matter how affectionate his attitude towards her seemed, attributing more meaning to his “kindness” was off-limits, she shouldn’t read more into it.

‘I shouldn’t have fallen for him so quickly……. What if, unlike other crushes, I can’t get over Mr. Taejun?’

Despite the worries in the back of her mind, Minhee didn’t want to deny Taejun’s deadly sweet sensations.

Taejun slid his hand under Minhee’s knee and lifted her injured leg. Before Minhee could react, her foot was back on his thigh. It occurred to her then that there were bandages and ointment in his hand.

His rough hands, calloused from working, treated her bleeding wound with a delicate touch, as if handling fragile pottery, applying medicine, and bandaging it gently.

“Thank you.”

Taejun lifted his head at Minhee’s almost inaudible gratitude.

“Don’t hurt yourself.”

Though it seemed overly tender for a minor wound, Taejun’s expression was too serious. Minhee nodded quietly towards him. Taejun’s hand, holding onto Minhee’s calf, moved slowly up and down, caressing her leg. Their gazes became entangled.

Initially, Minhee thought Taejun was a man accustomed to hiding his emotions behind a stoic and stern face. But recently, he had been surprisingly direct about what he wanted.

Minhee decided to break away from her innocent and passive demeanor today and act seductive and assertive like a femme fatale. Though she never imagined doing so before, she found courage in Taejun’s gaze upon her.

‘Why didn’t I realize until now that a man’s desire for a woman was such an easy emotion to recognize?’

Minhee wanted to make up for all the years she’d wasted with her complexes and trauma.

‘I’m going to practice with Taejun everything I’ve never done before.’

Minhee rubbed the sole of her foot lightly against his thigh and then pressed down firmly with her toe. His shoulders visibly stiffened, and she could feel the muscles in his thighs flexing beneath her feet.

Taejun’s breathing grew rough as he looked at Minhee as if he wanted to devour her. A mixture of fear and ar*usal made Minhee’s heart race.

“What… are you doing right now—”

Before Taejun could finish his sentence, Minhee ran her toes up his firm thigh. To her surprise, something thick and protruding caught her toes about halfway up his right thigh. 

‘Could it be?’ 

She tentatively prodded it with her toe.

“Huh!”

She didn’t even have time to finish the sentence before he sucked in a breath and buried his forehead in her thigh. The big, beastly man buried his head against her thigh in one feeble step, shuddering wildly.

Minhee couldn’t believe she was engaging in such audacious behavior. Her heart raced so fast, feeling as if she had stepped into a lion’s den. 

Briefly lifting her foot, Minhee gathered her courage. She gingerly slid her toes up between his legs and felt the hard, pillar-like flesh. She stroked it a few more times, and it hardened, threatening to burst through his pants.

“Ugh!”

Taejun exhaled hot breath onto her thigh, emitting a husky groan. She wanted to see his expression. She ran her fingers through Taejun’s hair, who had lowered his head, and lightly tugged it until he lifted his head.

‘Man, his pupils are dilated!’

Taejun’s gaze, gradually refocusing, instantly became intense. He gripped Minhee’s ankle tightly as she moved her foot slowly.

“I told you. If you provoke-“

“It’s dangerous. I know.”

Minhee whimpered as she lowered her gaze, nibbling her lower lip.

“Ha!”

Taejun was astonished. 

‘What kind of practice does a woman like this need? What kind of man doesn’t give in to temptation like this?’

Taejun gripped Minhee’s face with his hand, pressing her chin with his thumb. As her lower lip parted, a hint of her reddened tongue was revealed. Minhee sucked in a sharp breath.

Taejun’s eyes lingered on the sight of Minhee, her limbs smooth as ivory and shapely, clad in a cloth skirt that was even more erotic than her n*kedness.

A blue flame ignited in his pupils at the thought that other men might look at her the same way he did. He could feel the brutal hostility toward an unspecified target throughout his body. It was the kind of sensation you get when your adrenaline levels suddenly spiked in the middle of a battlefield.

‘Not yet. It’s not time yet. Only I can see.’

As soon as Taejun’s lips covered Minhee’s, his thick tongue pushed inside. Minhee knew what the devouring kiss meant.

Saliva and ragged breathing flowed between their parted lips, and their tongues tangled in a dizzying array. They chewed on each other’s lips, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths and scraping against their palates.

“Ugh!”

Minhee’s muffled sound was cut off by Taejun’s lips. As Minhee pushed him away, gasping for air, he tore his lips away and heard his hot breath in her ear. A rough tongue dug into her earlobe. Minhee whimpered, unable to catch her breath.

“Hmph…….”

Supporting Minhee’s neck with his hand as she lost balance, Taejun gently pushed her onto the bed. His lips left hot trails as they descended along her neck. Taejun cupped her br*asts over the silk slip, easily finding the peak and rolling it between his fingers.

A tickling, tingling sensation ran down an invisible thread through the smooth fabric, burning deep in her lower belly. Minhee’s p*ssy grew hot and wet between her legs.

As Minhee squirmed and struggled against Taejun’s shirt, he gently pulled her hands away. Then, he pulled the shirt over his head and threw it onto the floor, leaving Taejun’s hair tousled.

He hooked his fingers in the shoulder straps of her nightgown and tugged them down, revealing her er*ect, pink n*pples. Her white chest was adorned with red marks from Taejun’s kisses the previous night.

The visual stimulation pushed Taejun to his limit. He wanted to nibble and devour Minhee as she was. Restraint felt like a thing of the past.

Barely suppressing the unfamiliar sadism of wanting to bite and torture, Taejun pressed the tip of his tongue firmly against her n*pple and swirled it around, sucking so hard that Minhee bucked against him and whimpered.

“Ah, you… you’re too—”

“Shh…”

As he blew gently on her saliva-drenched n*pple, wisps of hair stood up on her thin forearm. Taejun was also nearing his limit.

He slipped his hand beneath the hem of her skirt to pull her underwear off, his rough palm tracing the smooth flesh of her thighs, across her pelvis, and up to her waist. Realizing she wasn’t wearing underwear, blood rushed painfully to his p*nis, confined within his pants.

“Hoo… Are you trying to drive me insane?”

Taejun muttered, burying his face in her lower belly.

Grabbing Minhee’s waist, Taejun pulled her towards the edge of the bed, placing her b*ttocks on the edge. Then, he spread her legs wide.

“Aaah!”

A short scream escaped her lips, and Taejun pressed his torso between her legs, ensuring she couldn’t close them. He pressed his lips to her ear and whispered.

“I’m going to teach you something much better than yesterday. It won’t hurt today. I promise.”

Tilting his head with a smirk, Taejun locked eyes with Minhee. She felt a blush spread across her body, embarrassed that she was exposing the most intimate of places under his gaze.

‘But…… who knows that Baek Taejun is a man who can whisper sweetly in such a s*xy voice.’

Usually, Taejun’s eyes remained indifferent, concealing any emotions. But when they held her, they revealed his desire. The pl*asure from this fact far outweighed any embarrassment.

Taejun’s head slowly descended and Minhee held her breath in anticipation. Propping herself up on her elbows, she felt a tingling tension. Taejun draped her knees over his shoulders, got between her legs, stuck his tongue out, and locked eyes with her.

Taejun never took his eyes off her, a faint smirk on his face and a hot glint in his eye, as if he was truly enjoying this act. The way he stuck his tongue out and licked between her legs was overly stimulating.

Suppressing a moan about to burst out, Minhee’s head fell back, panting heavily. She could feel her lower abdomen contracting strongly, and she could feel her juices leaking out. Taejun’s tongue began to lap up her fl*ids and she could hear him gulping and swallowing as he rolled the pointed tip of his tongue over her cl*t and began to press down firmly, causing Min-hee’s forearms, which she was supporting with her elbows, to tremble.

“Haah, Tae, I… I can’t… take it—”

As Taejun’s lips pressed and sucked, simultaneously stimulating with his tongue, Minhee’s arms gave in. Overwhelmed by the intense ar*usal, Minhee could only hold on for so long before her whole body went rigid.

“Haaah!”

A burst of condensed pl*asure erupted in a single burst, rising without end. Her p*ssy contracted and relaxed, spasming, her juices oozing out of her inner walls and running down her b*ttocks.

Feeling embarrassed that Taejun witnessed her quickly reaching cl*max and writhing, Minhee tried to gather strength in her thighs. As she did, the subtle lingering pl*asure spread intensely once more, causing her body to tremble once again. Before the aftershocks of cl*max subsided, Taejun’s fingers delved into her entrance.

“Ah! Taejun, I… not yet—!”