CHAPTER 96 

Minhee silently lowered her eyes, neither confirming nor denying. Taking off her panties had been an impulsive decision she’d made just before coming to Taejun’s room, but she didn’t need him to know that.

Minhee’s hands twitched as she tried to cover herself from Taejun’s blatant gaze as it roamed over her n*ked body, but it irked her that she felt embarrassed when he was so unapologetically confident in his own nudity. So she clenched her fists, squared her shoulders, and looked him straight in the eye.

“Why aren’t you answering? When you were with Noah Brown-” 

Meeting Minhee’s rebellious eyes, Taejun stopped mid-sentence and let out a shaky sigh. Then he scooped Minhee up and carried her to the bathroom. She wrapped her arms around his neck, looking up at him.

“Are you jealous right now?”

“…”

Turning on the shower, Taejun lowered Minhee under the water. As the shower water washed the c*m off her face and chest, she turned to face him.

“Why are you jealous of Noah?”

Taejun pretended not to hear, squeezing shower gel generously onto his hands. The scent of vetiver wafted from the gel as Minhee nuzzled his chest.

“Are you worried I’ll start liking Noah again?”

“Come here.”

Taejun gently tugged Minhee’s wrist, pulling her out of the shower stream. His slippery hands caressed her shoulders and arms, then around to her back and down to grasp her b*ttocks, pressing her lower body against him. 

His rigid er*ect*on prodded her abdomen. Wrapping one arm securely around her waist, his other hand cupped her br*ast, his thumb slowly circling her pink, sensitive n*pple. His fingers trailed along the cleft of her bottom.

“Ahh…”

Knowing exactly where and how to touch her, Taejun’s skilled hands had Minhee melting. Her weakened knees threatened to buckle, and Taejun tightened his hold on her waist to steady her.

Minhee looked up at Taejun, draping her arms around his neck. The bathroom light cast shadows over his face, obscuring his expression.

As Minhee’s eyelids fluttered shut, Taejun’s lips immediately claimed hers in a passionate, devouring kiss, swallowing her muffled whimpers. 

The raw, primal desire in his caress was palpable – a potent mixture of endless hunger, impatience, anxiety, and a searing heat. The time they had spent apart had been agonizing not just for Taejun, but for Minhee as well.

The wet, sloppy sounds of their intertwined lips and tongues echoed in the bathroom. When Minhee had to break the kiss, gasping for air, Taejun buried his face in the crook of her neck, nuzzling it. Then he sank to his knees.

Gripping her waist, Taejun pulled Minhee close, burying his face in her chest and taking a deep breath. He held her tightly, as if never wanting to let go.

“Minhee…” 

Taejun’s voice was tight as he called out to Minhee, his voice sounding so pleading that it broke her heart.  She knew the unspoken words – he had missed her just as much. 

Running her fingers through his damp hair, Minhee cradled his head, placing a kiss on the crown.

Taejun’s hot lips traced the contours of her br*asts, then flicked his tongue over her n*pple. Minhee gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair.

Undeterred, Taejun drew the peaked bud into his mouth, sucking it forcefully. A tingling sensation shot like lightning from the crown of her head to between her legs.

“Ahh!”

As one br*ast became flushed and swollen, his lips moved to the other, lavishing it with the same ardent attention. Minhee’s nails dug into his shoulders, her body shuddering.

“Hold on.”

Taejun pried Minhee’s hands off his shoulders, guiding them to grip the shower door handle and a wall-mounted safety bar. Minhee did as she was told, her head dazed with pl*asure, her arms spread wide. Taejun lowered her position further, placing one of her feet on his thigh. With his arms firmly around her waist, he draped Minhee’s other leg over his shoulder

Minhee’s torso leaned back precariously, causing her hips to tilt forward, fully exposing her intimate area to Taejun’s face. Realizing his intent, Minhee flushed crimson, squirming, but Taejun firmly grasped her b*ttocks, pulling her against his mouth.

‘No, everything is visible!’

In this position, the action of his lips pressed against her p*ssy was all too visible. The sight of him sticking out his red tongue and flicking at her hidden cl*t was breathtakingly obsc*ne.

“Aah!”

As his tongue dragged a long, sensual lick across her swollen, sensitive nub, a sticky, viscous l*quid clung to the tip of his tongue.

It was mortifying, yet the excitement made the hair on her body stand on end. Minhee couldn’t tear her eyes away from Taejun, who also maintained unwavering eye contact. Her unsteady legs began to tremble. Taejun’s lips curled slightly, and then-

“Ah! No… Nngh!”

His tongue darted inside her, swirling around uncontrollably. As he pressed his lips against her p*ssy, the sharp tip of his nose rubbed hard against her cl*t, and the sounds he made as his lips moved in and out of her drenched p*ssy were so obsc*ne that Minhee wanted to cover her ears.

“S-stop! Taejun…!” 

A shiver ran down her spine, and her lower abdomen contracted strongly. The overwhelming sensations made her want to pull away from his mouth, but she dared not release the grip on the handles, afraid of falling backward.

Instead, Taejun gripped her b*ttocks more firmly, enveloping her cl*toris in his lips and sucking hard. The moment his tongue pressed down, Minhee could no longer hold back, crying out as she climbed to the peak of ecstasy.

“Aahh!”

The pl*asure that started between her legs surged to the top of her head. As her p*ssy spasmed from the overwhelming pl*asure, Minhee instinctively tried to bring her legs together, but Taejun blocked her way and twisted her back.

The moment Minhee’s hands released the handles, Taejun wrapped his arms securely around her back and waist, supporting her as she shuddered and trembled through her intense cl*max. He held her, feeling every quiver of her body.

When Minhee came back to her senses, she found herself cradled in Taejun’s embrace under the warm shower. As Taejun turned off the water, Minhee murmured against his chest.

“Put me down. I can walk.”

“Okay.”

Taejun obediently responded, but only set her down once they reached the wall where the towels and robe were hanging. Wrapping her in a large towel, he clumsily dried her hair as well.

Then he dressed her in his own robe, which engulfed her petite frame, the length coming down to her ankles and the sleeves hiding her hands. Seeing this, Taejun chuckled, then eyed her suspiciously as he quickly dried himself with the towel.

“Can you really walk? Do you want me to carry you?”

“Taejun, I’m not that delicate. I may not be as strong as you, but I’m healthy and capable. You don’t have to treat me like I’m made of porcelain.”

Taejun sighed as he looked at her ankles, barely more than a handful of inches visible through the robe, her slender frame wrapped in the robe, and her delicate features like a porcelain doll.

He would have felt less uneasy if Minhee had been as ruggedly built as Anton Dawson, but the thought of her looking like him brought him back to reality. Taejun’s hand trembled slightly, and Minhee tugged on it. 

“Come with me.”

Taejun followed Minhee, dragging the hem of his robe across the floor, out of the bathroom, and in front of his bed.

 “Get on the bed and lie down.”

“…What are you going to do?”

“No questions from now on. Taejun, do whatever I tell you to do, now!”

Minhee pushed at his chest with both hands, urging him. Taejun wondered if he should resist, then shrugged and sat down on the bed, so that he and Minhee were at eye level.

Taejun stared at Minhee intently, unmoving. After their gazes lingered on each other for a while, Minhee, buried in the white robe like a blanket, briefly averted her eyes from Taejun. Then, with a finger hidden in the sleeve, she poked his chest.

“Lie down, Baek Taejun.”

Despite her confident words, Minhee bit her lip and her eyebrows flickered nervously as she snuck a glance at him. Her endearing expression was so lovable it sent a pang through Taejun’s heart.

‘Does Noah Brown know this side of Minhee too? Is that why he wants to see her again?’

‘I’d rather have my limbs cut off than see Noah Brown groping Minhee.’

The sharp, probing thoughts stabbed at his heart.

‘Is my heart truly mine? Or have I long since handed it over to this woman?’

The heart was clearly pounding painfully still in his left chest, but it felt as if it didn’t belong to him anymore. Taejun resigned himself, lying back in the middle of the bed.