CHAPTER 63

In the moment Taejun realized he had forgotten the condom, his thighs convulsed and his entire body tensed like stone. Just before the cl*max, his t*sticles drew up and his vas deferens contracted. Clenching his teeth, Taejun hastily withdrew his p*nis from her. The mercilessly clenching walls dragged along the length, and the glistening, slimy sh*ft popped out with a wet sound.

“Ah!”

As if a separate living being, Taejun’s p*nis throbbed powerfully, ej*culating a milky stream. In the midst of Minhee’s cl*max, the s*men sprayed onto her white lower abdomen, her hand-marked br*asts, and her tear-stained cheeks.

Taejun threw his head back, the pl*asure so intense it made his hair stand on end and his shoulders shake. The muscles in his neck bulged as veins throbbed. Taejun stroked his p*nis with his hand, squeezing out the last drop onto Minhee’s body.

“Haah, ha…!”

Even though he hadn’t been exercising, his heart rate soared and his breath quickened. Taejun exhaled trembling breaths as he glanced over Minhee, sprawled across the desk.

His eyes wandered over her reddened, squeezed-shut eyes, c*m-splattered stomach, swollen p*ssy, and hand-marked br*asts, and he saw a look in them that he’d never seen before.

With the expelled s*men, his emptied mind filled with a strange, primal emotion – something difficult to put into words, closer to a base instinct.

‘Mine.’

Enveloped in that unfamiliar feeling, Taejun did as his instincts told him and scooped her up from the desk. Cradling her face, he showered her reddened eyes, flushed nose, and swollen lips with fervent kisses. The s*men staining his shirt clung to his abdomen, but he paid it no mind.

The ragged breathing that filled the study slowed. Minhee returned Taejun’s kisses as they roamed over her face like he wanted to eat her.

She blinked her hazy eyes open. Taejun held her tightly, almost suffocating her. Her body felt like it wasn’t her own. Her limbs still trembled, and she couldn’t muster the strength to raise a finger.

Her throat was parched, her breath obstructed, and Taejun was overbearing.

“…Water.”

Taejun broke the embrace, scrambled to his feet, and stumbled away. The sound of the fridge opening and closing, the sound of a plastic bottle cap being twisted, echoed. Taejun approached and handed Minhee a cold water bottle.

“Here.”

With blank, unfocused eyes, Minhee simply stared at him. Carefully helping her up from the desk, Taejun supported her as she sipped the water, the cold trickle ran down the side of her lips and dripped onto the dress that half-covered her br*asts.

As the chilled l*quid flowed down her throat, the feverish haze in her mind cleared slightly. Minhee took the bottle from Taejun’s hand, gulping the water greedily.

Taejun reached out behind her back for something. The sound of mouse clicks echoed a few times.

[That concludes the meeting. Based on today’s discussion, I will follow up with Ted Collins regarding the next steps.]

The lackluster voice, usually sharp in pronunciation but now sluggish and it was a little comforting to think that this unusual s*x had affected him.

Minhee ran her eyes over Taejun’s disheveled hair, then over his face, his rumpled and stained shirt, the still-open front of his trousers, and his semi-er*ect p*nis.

She averted her gaze from Taejun, who had a surprising red streak across his cheekbones, and gasped as he pulled the earphones out of his ears and placed them on the desk.

She had to admit, she had a little bit to blame for how things had come to this. She’d started the little mischief under his desk, after all, but she’d never thought she’d have four org*sms in a row on his desk, much less during a video conference. It was hard to imagine the next time.

Moreover, Taejun had only penetrated deeper, not even thrusting a few times. If he hadn’t suddenly withdrawn and ej*culated on her, who knows how many more peaks she would have reached.

‘Do other people live with the shattering ecstasy of such s*x? Or is Baek Taejun just exceptionally skilled at it? What a perfect man.’

Minhee looked up at Taejun with admiring eyes. Avoiding her gaze, Taejun slid his arms under her knees and lifted her.

“Sorry.”

Taejun murmured softly.

“Huh?”

She wondered what he was sorry for. With no strength to resist or even think, Minhee rested her head on Taejun’s shoulder. Taejun carefully placed her on the large reclining chair. Pressing a b*tton on the armrest, the backrest of the chair slowly reclined. After laying her down, he began to unb*tton his shirt from the collar.

“What, what are you doing? I can’t do it again!”

Taejun chuckled as he looked down at her. Then, he removed his shirt sleeves from his arms, fully exposing his muscular torso. Minhee flinched, surprised, but unable to take her eyes off him.

Clothed, Taejun was gorgeous but unclothed, he was so gorgeous she forgot to breathe. 

‘Look at those angry muscles!’

“Well… I might be able to do it one more time… But that’s it, really!”

His face contorted subtly as he bit his lower lip, his face subtly twisted, and then, with a burst, the laughter he had been holding back erupted.

“What are you laughing at?”

Taejun grabbed his shirt and rubbed it across Minhee’s white stomach and chest, and she blushed as she realized why he’d taken it off. Taejun tidied up Minhee’s clothes, covering her thighs modestly with the hem of her dress. Lifting Minhee’s chin with his hand, Taejun glanced briefly at his watch and locked eyes with Minhee.

“I know we’re a little short on time, but do you want to do it one more time?”

“No!”

He turned Minhee’s face from side to side, squinting his eyes.

“You look like you want to.”

“No, I don’t!”

Placing his hands on both armrests, Taejun pressed the recliner b*tton to raise the backrest. As Taejun leaned in close with his waist bent, Minhee’s face gradually drew nearer. Dragging his lips, he placed a soft kiss on the tip of her nose.

“Sweet.”

“What, my nose?” 

Minhee’s question was interrupted by Taejun, who was peppering kisses on her lips. He nibbled on her soft cheek. Minhee, dodging his lips with a giggle, grabbed Taejun’s chin playfully and nibbled on his lips. Light, sweet kisses and playfulness ensued, the kind that only lovers do.

“Seems about right.”

He whispered in her ear, causing Minhee to flutter her eyes open and shut. Before she knew it, she was straddling his thighs, her arms around him, and his eyes were like hot molten caramel as he looked at her.

‘When did Taejun start looking at me with such eyes?’

Minhee thought back to the first day she met him, when his eyes were empty and cold. The Taejun of that day and the Taejun of today were like two different people.

“Well… just once, then!”

‘Just once’ led to ‘just once more,’ and eventually Taejun’s shirt ended up crumpled and stained, thrown into the trash.

After a while of lying sprawled on top of Taejun, Minhee regained her senses and checked the time. It was almost time for Rose to return.

“It’s time for the playdate to end, so go shower, and your needs to……. needs to be freshened up.”

Taejun’s study was filled with the lingering scent of passionate s*x. As he opened the window, a sharp breeze ruffled the papers on the desk.

He scooped Minhee up and set her down gently in the bathroom. He seemed to want to linger and shower together, but Minhee knew that would lead to more trouble, so she pushed him out.

When Taejun reluctantly walked out the bathroom door, Minhee stood under the hot water and replayed the events of the past two hours. Savoring the welling sense of fulfillment, she quickly finished showering and dried her hair, when suddenly, she realized something.

‘Taejun seems to like me too.’

Some things could be known intuitively without deep thought. As the saying goes, coughing, poverty, and love cannot be hidden.

His particularly indulgent and lenient attitude toward her, the sweet gaze that lit up whenever she was around, the mischievous playfulness that emerged unexpectedly, and the subtly changed low and affectionate tone of his voice during conversations.

Minhee had never been in a proper relationship, but having grown up surrounded by love, she felt it instinctively. Taejun’s actions toward her were far too excessive for him to simply view her as a s*x partner.

‘It’s like he’s in love.’

She quickly crossed out the word ‘love’ in her head.

‘Let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves.’

But even looking at it objectively, she could definitely sense that Taejun had a certain level of attraction for her.

Her mind flashed back to the clauses he’d reiterated to her before they started this relationship.

‘The deadline is until the end of the tenancy agreement. I’ll be your partner for as long as you want to experiment and practice on whatever topics, scope, and methods you need to practice. However, on the condition that we won’t bind each other using this as an excuse, and there won’t be any demands for a relationship beyond this.’

Minhee felt conflicted.