EPILOGUE Part  6

As her legs folded and spread, her v*lva, bare without a thread of clothing, was exposed beneath the skirt that barely covered her b*ttocks. The skirt was so short that it would reveal everything just by walking. 

Since when had she been like this…?

“Has anyone seen you wearing this dress?”

Taejun asked Minhee with a menacing expression.

Minhee, her face flushed red, struggled to cover her exposed v*lva, bringing her hands down between her legs.

“Move your hands.”

At Taejun’s growling command, Minhee flinched and withdrew her hands, covering her face instead. Her desperate attempt to close her legs was thwarted by Taejun’s grip.

As he pressed down on the back of her thighs, spreading her legs wide, her v*lva lifted slightly, spilling hot, clear fl*id.

Taejun’s breathing grew even more ragged. It felt like there wasn’t enough oxygen in the air.

“Answer me. Has anyone seen you?”

Minhee nodded slightly, her face still covered. Taejun exhaled a short breath.

“Who? Luca? Tony?”

Minhee shook her head.

‘If not those two, then who else…? Calmly, rationally, logically—’

Damn.

Me, a genius? Throw it to the dogs.

From his brief experience, Taejun knew that love wasn’t something that could be controlled with intelligence. Taejun’s brain, steeped in possessiveness and jealousy, abandoned rational and logical reasoning and began to imagine the worst.

No one but himself should ever see Minhee like this. He clenched his teeth as he mentally reviewed the list of people Minhee had met over the past three days. Surely not…

“Then, who? Don’t tell me Noah Br—”

At that moment, Minhee mumbled something, but it was muffled by her hand, making it inaudible.

“Who?”

Taejun grabbed Minhee’s wrist and forcibly removed her hand from her face. He paused when he saw her expression.

“…?”

Minhee, who had been biting her lips to hold back laughter, finally burst into giggles.

‘Ah, thrilling.’

Minhee had expected Taejun to get excited and pounce on her upon discovering she wasn’t wearing underwear beneath the s*xy dress she was wearing for the first time. She hadn’t anticipated his unexpected jealousy.

“Heh, why would Noah come up here? Baek Taejun, you saw it.”

At Minhee’s response, Taejun covered his face with his hand and hung his head low.

“Haa…”

Taejun stayed like that for a while, then let out an incredulous chuckle.

When Taejun slowly lifted his head, his eyes were cold. He tilted his chin up slightly and looked down at her.

“Aren’t you afraid of me?”

The sudden change in the atmosphere wiped the smile off Minhee’s face.

“…Should I be afraid?”

“Everyone else seems to be.”

Taejun’s deep, subdued voice was threateningly low. Minhee flinched, then brought her knees together to cover between her legs.

“That’s true, but… why do you think that is…”

Minhee’s voice trailed off. Like a small animal about to flee, she watched him carefully, trying to slide her legs off the table. Taejun didn’t miss the moment and grabbed her ankle.

“Kyaa!”

Taejun caught her other ankle as she struggled to free the first, spreading her legs wide.

“Indeed… why do you think that is?”

Taejun lightly bit her ankle. Her thigh trembled.

“Is it because they’re afraid of being devoured?”

Taejun extended his tongue and ran it down her slender calf, then pressed his lips against the inside of her thigh and sucked deeply.

“Haa, haa…”

Minhee breathed heavily. Even though she knew it was Taejun between her legs, it felt as if a large beast had her legs pinned down, sending a chill through her.

The thrilling anticipation was piling up, and even though he hadn’t touched between her legs yet, it was already swollen and throbbing. Knowing the pl*asure Taejun could give, her lower abdomen kept tightening. Each time, an embarrassingly large amount of fl*id gushed out.

As her thighs spread wider, his lips and tongue teased her, drawing closer to her v*lva. At the peak of tension, Minhee held her breath and met Taejun’s eyes.

Then—

Taejun bared his sharp canines as if to bite.

“Kyaa!”

Minhee screamed in terror.

Taejun did nothing but lift his upper body, yet Minhee’s v*lva convulsed, her waist twisting.

“Hic.”

Minhee sobbed as she reached a light cl*max.

“Oh dear, oh dear…”

Taejun chuckled, pressing down on her lower abdomen. Feeling the muscle spasms under his palm, Taejun suppressed the urge to cl*max himself.

“Whew. You’re driving me crazy.”

As the brief cl*max passed, Minhee, feeling inexplicably sorrowful, sniffled and shed tears.

It was momentary, but she had truly been frightened and scared, and somehow, that sensation had connected to her org*sm, leaving her feeling ashamed.

‘Can I even feel like this? Am I normal??’

Minhee, a bit shocked, sat there in a daze, and Taejun gently kissed her tear-streaked eyes, wiping away the tears with his lips.

“Sorry… Don’t cry. I won’t bite.”

Seeing the laughter in his voice and the mischievous curl of his lips, Minhee, indignant, opened her mouth to say something.

“Hic…!”

At that moment, Taejun’s thick, long finger breached her inner wall. Startled by the unexpected intrusion, Minhee trembled, clinging to Taejun.

“Shh… It’s okay.”

Taejun, soothing her with kisses all over her face, added another finger. His fingers moved slowly, as if caressing the sensitive flesh, brushing past the upper part of the inner wall. His thumb circled around her cl*toris.

Continuing to tease her with touches that just barely missed where she felt it most, Taejun extended his tongue to tickle her n*pple.

“Ah, Taejun…”

Minhee called out to him desperately.

Finally, Taejun knelt on the floor, burying his face between her legs. He flicked her cl*toris with his tongue. Minhee let out a sobbing moan, her waist arching.

With a wet, slurping sound, his fingers stretched her inner walls, repeatedly brushing against the upper part of her p*bic bone before quickly retreating. The tantalizing pl*asure, as if she were on the verge of cl*max but couldn’t quite reach it, left Minhee trembling with unresolved itchiness.

“Please… please!!”

Despite Minhee’s plea, Taejun withdrew his lips and fingers from her v*lva all at once. A sorrowful sob escaped her lips.

Taejun stood abruptly, looking down at Minhee with eyes darkened by desire, and wiped his lips, glistening with her fl*ids, with the back of his hand. Then he grabbed her hips with both hands and pulled her towards him.

Without warning, his thick, veined p*nis plunged into her tender flesh. The girth and length of his member, incomparable to the fingers that had teased her earlier, mercilessly pounded against her trembling inner walls.

“Ahhh!!”

As if her insides were being pushed up to her diaphragm, Minhee’s breath hitched, and her waist arched into a climax. Her thighs convulsed, her body twisted, and her fingers, searching for something to hold onto, slipped on the smooth dining table.

Veins bulged along Taejun’s neck. The maddeningly tight grip of her inner walls made it difficult to hold back his climax, and his teeth ground together audibly.

With her waist nearly suspended in the air, Minhee lay limp, still connected to Taejun. As she began to slide off the table, Taejun wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her.

Minhee wrapped her arms around his neck to avoid falling. Taejun gripped her b*ttocks and thrust his hips upward.

“Wait, Taejun!! I feel like I’m going to fall, ah…!”

“Haa, Minhee. Just a little more. Okay?”

Like a child, Taejun effortlessly held her, his thrusts growing more intense.

The prominent ridges of his abs rippled beneath his skin, the veins bulging down to his p*bic bone. The muscles in his thighs, supporting her weight, swelled solidly.

Her skin, soaked and swollen, slapped against his lower body. The lewd sound intermingled with their ragged breaths.

Minhee’s nails dug deeply into Taejun’s sweat-slicked shoulders. It wasn’t long before a hoarse moan escaped both of their lips simultaneously.

Minhee’s legs stiffened reflexively from the org*smic pl*asure, her head thrown back, trembling.

Taejun held her tightly, burying his face in her neck. As the pl*asure climbed up his spine, painting his vision red, he thrust his p*nis through the quivering inner walls.

As Minhee went limp in Taejun’s arms, he gently laid her back on the table. Her v*lva, convulsing in small spasms, released a milky white fl*id mixed with her juices, pooling on the table.

Her tender skin was rubbed raw against his flesh, turning entirely red. Taejun couldn’t take his eyes off her as Minhee drew her trembling knees together.

“Don’t look, Taejun. Your eyes… they’re scary…”

Taejun exhaled a long, trembling breath.

“I’m sorry, Minhee.”

Before Minhee could fully grasp his words, her body was flipped. Unable to open her eyes properly, she was dragged down by her waist.

Just as her chest was crushed against the cold table, her hips lifted into the air, and his still-hard p*nis, slick with a mixture of s*men and her juices, pierced her inner walls once more.