CHAPTER 95 

Taejun’s fingertips dug into her dress, finding the zipper pull. Minhee’s knuckles turned white as she gripped her hands tightly. As Minhee lowered her head, her hair cascaded down, fully exposing her pale neck. Taejun’s breathing behind her was ragged.

With a hissing sound, the zipper quickly came undone. As the cold fingers left her back, the dress slipped down.

“Ah…!”

The flustered Minhee hastily grabbed the front of the dress with both hands and pulled it up, feeling the hem of the dress gaping open behind her back. Minhee wrapped her arms around her chest and waist and spun around to face Taejun. 

Without taking the time to look her in the eye, he stalked toward her. Minhee stumbled backward and looked up at him. She stopped, froze, and sucked in a breath.

‘Danger!’

A ringing noise echoed in her ears. Her instincts were screaming a frantic warning.

‘Forget the confession, just run away!’

Her pounding heart felt like it would burst, her legs were throbbing hotly between them, and her head was spinning from the lack of air. Yet, even without doing anything, the heavy breathing of the two filled the silent room.

With each of Minhee’s retreating steps, Taejun followed like a predator stalking its prey. After a few steps, Minhee’s back hit the wall. The cold sensation made her shudder. Glancing sideways, she realized it was the door. She lowered the arm holding the dress to grip the doorknob.

‘Now’s the time to escape!’

Taejun leaned down to whisper in her ear, his lips pursed as if he would bite the nape of her neck at a moment’s notice. Minhee flinched, her shoulder jerking.

“Where are you going?”

His low whisper rang in her earlobe. Minhee swallowed hard to keep from groaning.

“To my room…”

Her reply came out in a breathy whimper.

“Don’t go.”

It was both a plea and a threat. His words sent a tingling sensation coursing through her entire body, flushing her skin.

Cold water droplets from Taejun’s hair fell onto her shoulder and chest. The cold drops on her heated skin felt ticklish. Minhee squeezed her eyes shut, a stifled moan slipping out.

“Nngh…”

“Hah. What should I do with you?”

Taejun lifted his head, pushing his damp hair back, glaring at the ceiling. Sensing his gaze momentarily leave her, Minhee shook her head, snapping out of her trance.

‘I came here to seduce, not to be seduced!’

Minhee let go of the doorknob she’d been clutching like a lifeline and lifted a trembling hand to run her fingers along Taejun’s jaw. At her touch, he froze, the muscles in his face tensing.

“…Cold.”

Her fingertips feathered across his forehead, nose, and cheeks. Taejun closed his eyes. The gentle caress seemed to cause him pain, his brow furrowing and his Adam’s apple bobbing.

Minhee’s fingers traced down his broad shoulders to his firm chest, her nails lightly grazing a n*pple. Taejun’s eyes snapped open.

“You…!”

“Shh. I won’t leave, so Taejun, just stay still.”

Her voice wavered slightly, but Minhee mustered her courage. Standing on her toes, Minhee wrapped one arm around his neck, pulling him down. Taejun instinctively bent his head, and Minhee seized the opportunity to softly press her lips against his slightly parted ones.

Their lips parted with a wet sound, and as Minhee’s fingers caressed his neck, a raw desire instantly flashed across Taejun’s startled expression.

When Minhee’s hand trailed down his chest again, Taejun tilted his chin up slightly, half-lidding his eyes as he looked down at her. The tendons in his clenched fist stood out, and his tightly shut jaw was tense.

Rather than pinning her to the wall or snatching her hand away, Taejun’s throat bobbed again, and he gave her a barely perceptible nod.

This man had always been like that. He would do anything she asked, except…

‘Except to love me.’

Minhee reignited her determination. As her hands explored his torso, the sound of Taejun swallowing hard reached her ears.

Tracing the contours of his chest muscles, pressing firmly, and caressing his abs, her hands gradually traveled lower. When they neared his waistline, his hand came up to her wrist, but then clenched into a fist and dropped back down.

She knew she was dangerously testing Taejun’s restraint. But she didn’t care. Today, Minhee was determined to try everything she could. She didn’t want to have even a speck of regret.

“Hah…!”

As Minhee wrapped her hand around his firmly er*ect p*nis, Taejun exhaled sharply through gritted teeth. She moved her hand back and forth rhythmically, just as he had done when she confessed.

The once icy-cold moisture on his skin had evaporated, leaving behind a feverish heat. The deeply flushed p*nis, its veins protruding, grew larger by the moment.

Minhee glanced up at Taejun, his eyes tightly closed. Slowly, she lowered herself to her knees. Right in front of her, Taejun’s engorged p*nis throbbed obsc*nely.

As she studied his expression, maintaining eye contact with him, she gently pressed her lips to the top of his p*nis and placed a soft, audible kiss. Taejun’s p*nis twitched, and his eyes flew open to look down at her.

The moment their eyes met, his p*nis jerked again, pointing towards his navel. Her hand was drawn upwards with its motion.

In their previous s*xual encounters, Minhee had been passive, simply receiving the pl*asure Taejun gave her. Before she could even try anything, she would already be writhing under his kisses and caresses.

But today, she was determined not to let that happen. Without breaking eye contact, she extended her tongue, licking the transparent fl*id beading on the tip, then swirling it around.

“Ugh!”

Gaining confidence from Taejun’s gasp, Minhee parted her lips and took in the head of the p*nis. She sucked the full gl*ns into her mouth, tickling it with the tip of her tongue. 

Releasing her grip on the dress, Minhee used both hands to grip the sh*ft, stroking it rapidly.  The dress slid down her chest to her waist, exposing her bare br*asts.

Glancing up, she saw Taejun’s feverish eyes and his ragged breathing. The muscles in his neck stood out, his veins throbbing.

“Minhee… stop, nngh!”

She shook her head with the c*ck in her mouth. Taejun’s large hand wandered over the top of her head, then pulled away, clenching into a fist.

“You, if you keep this up…ugh….here!”

Taejun’s words were choppy and broken. Minhee withdrew his p*nis from her mouth.

‘With a face on the brink of madness, he still manages to say that!’

Looking up at him defiantly, she rubbed the swollen tip against her plump, parted lips. Taejun’s expression contorted, a mix of pl*asure, desire, and concern.

With a soundless grunt, Taejun’s abs clenched, and his pecs rose and fell at a rapid pace. Goosebumps rose on her skin at the strange pl*asure of having this large man in her tiny grasp and wielding him.

She took his p*nis back into her mouth, her hands stroking the sh*ft. Losing control, Taejun began gently thrusting his hips.

Though it was clear he was trying to move carefully to avoid hurting her, the thick gl*ns pushing into her throat were still painful.

Tears of reflex spilled from Minhee’s eyes. Increasing the speed of her hand movements, she pressed her tongue firmly against the invading p*nis, pushing it back.

“Nngh…!”

With an animalistic groan from deep in his throat, Taejun threw his head back, arching his hips. 

The p*nis that had been deeply embedded in her mouth suddenly withdrew, spewing a thick jet of c*m. As the startled Minhee removed her hand, the spasming p*nis shot its milky white release in an arc, splattering across Minhee’s face and chest.

Perhaps because he hadn’t had s*x in a while, Taejun’s cl*max was long and intense. Seeing the man she loved in his most intimate and lustful state before her eyes was like inhaling a powerful aphr*disiac. Slick and hot l*quid slowly trickled down Minhee’s inner thighs.

Taejun opened his eyes, his gaze hazy and disheveled as he looked down at her. Then, with a thud, he abruptly dropped to his knees.

“…Why did you do that?”

He wiped the c*m off her face with his hand.

“What did I do?”

“You didn’t have to… Close your eyes, it hurts when it goes in.”

Minhee closed her eyes obediently, and Taejun’s fingers gently brushed over her closed eyes.

“Let’s go to the bathroom first. I’ll help you clean up.”

As he helped her to her feet, the dress bunched at her waist slid down her thighs. Seeing that she wore no undergarments beneath, a fierce fire flared in Taejun’s eyes.

“Seol Minhee. Did you go to the party like this……?” 

“…….”