SIDE STORY 5

‘What yoga poses look s*xy?’  

Concentrating, she bit her lower lip and slowly continued a series of movements, bending her back into a bow shape.  

Minhee took shallow breaths, tightening her trembling thighs. She knew exactly where his gaze was focused without even looking. The anticipation made the fine hairs on her body stand on end, her skin tingle, and blood rush between her legs, making her feel warm.  

“Ha…”  

As she exhaled a breath, Taejun’s tie fell to the floor beside the chair.  

Startled, Minhee looked up. The front of his pants was more tightly stretched than before.  

Blushing, Minhee averted her gaze.  

Even though they had seen everything of each other, she still had the habit of blushing in moments like these, even long after they were married.  

Then she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror.  

Her pale skin looked glossy under the bright lights, like milk pudding. The short shorts revealed a glimpse of her round curves, and her chest, rising above the neckline of her sports bra, looked ready to spill out.  

She never thought her outfit was too revealing when doing yoga in front of the mirror. But being aware of Taejun’s gaze made her ordinary yoga attire and poses feel somehow sensual.  

Minhee placed one hand and one knee on the mat, lifting her other leg straight up. Like a flower slowly blooming, she bent her knee and arched her back, reaching for her toes with her hand in a movement that seemed to deliberately seduce anyone watching.  

Her hand, holding her toes, trembled slightly. She wanted to see Taejun’s expression, but she was too embarrassed to lift her head.  

The blush that started at her ears quickly spread over her entire body. Her cheeks, neck, fingertips, and knees—all turned a rosy hue.  

Gathering courage, she stole a glance at Taejun. He sat motionless, his eyes never leaving her.  

The fact thrilled her unbearably. Goosebumps rose on her arms and legs, and the fine hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.  

Taejun shifted uncomfortably in his chair, lifted his chin, and exhaled a short breath toward the ceiling.  

Seeing this, Minhee returned to a tabletop position and mustered up the courage.  

“Taejun…?”  

Her voice was sweet, almost a whisper, and Taejun slowly met her gaze, resting his elbows on his knees.  

Taejun keenly noticed the fleeting sensuality in her large, gentle eyes looking up at him. He licked his dry lips, his breathing already quite rough.  

Then, like a small cat cautiously passing in front of a sleeping beast, Minhee crawled toward him, glancing nervously.  

Taejun watched her without blinking, not wanting to miss a single sly movement.  

As Minhee nestled between his parted legs, his already tense thighs twitched, spasming slightly. Leaning back against the chair, he spread his legs a little wider.  

Minhee lightly rested the side of her head on his thigh. Her eyelashes fluttered as she looked up at him, her head on his firm thigh.  

Taejun felt a burning thirst, like someone who hadn’t had a sip of water all week, as he gazed at Minhee.  

She quickly lowered her gaze, then swallowed hard and shyly met his eyes again.  

Flushed cheeks, moist eyes, slightly parted, reddened lips.  

It was a blatant seduction.  

Taejun pulled Minhee up in one swift motion.  

“Ah!”  

He drew her between his legs, trapping her there, and covered her parted lips with his own before she could regain her senses.  

As his tongue invaded her mouth, thrillingly sweeping over her tender mucous membranes, he habitually searched for the bra hook on her back, his hand roaming over her back. When his large hand, which had swept over her entire back, found nothing, he lost patience and wedged it between them.  

Gripping her br*ast over the stretchy sports bra, Taejun let out a growl of dissatisfaction, his throat rumbling. Then, with rough urgency, he pushed the hem upward.  

With a ripping sound, the bra’s seams tore.  

“Ugh, why so hasty…!”  

Startled, Minhee covered her bare chest, exposed under the light, with one arm and pushed his hand away.  

Taejun pulled her arm away from her chest and twisted both her arms behind her back, holding her wrists together.  

“Wait… let go of this!”  

“No.”  

Taejun spoke in a rough voice, pulling her closer.  

As Minhee twisted her body, resisting with her wrists secured behind her back, her soft br*asts jiggled in front of Taejun’s eyes. As if waiting for this moment, he clamped his mouth over the pink peak.  

“Ahng…!”  

Minhee threw her head back, squeezing her eyes shut. Under her eyelids, the bright lights flashed red.  

Perhaps due to the alcohol, Taejun seemed to let his instincts completely override his reason, handling Minhee a bit more roughly than usual. The unrestrained touch quickly ignited her.  

As he sucked hard, rolling the peak with his tongue, Taejun bit down as if wanting to devour her br*ast. He scratched her white skin with his teeth, leaving marks, then lightly tugged at her n*pple with his teeth.  

“Ahh, hngh!”  

Minhee trembled violently, knees buckling as she writhed.  

When Taejun released her wrists and wrapped his arms around her waist, she clung to his shoulder, hanging on.  

“Hoo…”  

Taejun buried his face in her chest, exhaling hot breaths. Then, without even removing her shorts, he thrust his hand up the leg opening.  

Spreading his fingers wide, he kneaded her soft b*ttocks as if to burst them, then slid his hand between her legs.  

As she reflexively tightened her thighs and drew her legs together, her lower abdomen clenched. The fabric covering her shorts was soaked, and the copious fl*ids gushed out, drenching Taejun’s thick fingers with warmth.  

“Minhee, Minhee…”  

Taejun called her name desperately in a hoarse voice, resting his forehead on her shoulder. Despite living with him for years, he always craved her desperately, as if she were a mirage that might vanish into smoke.  

His obsessive anxiety and possessive affection, which he showed only in front of her, were endearing, tender, and lovable.  

Overwhelmed by her feelings for Taejun, tears welled up in Minhee’s eyes. As she wrapped her arms around his head and kissed the top of his head, Taejun hugged her tightly, almost crushingly.  

Taejun pressed his ear to her chest. Listening intently to her heartbeat, confirming she was vibrantly alive, he lifted his head and met her gaze.  

Their lips met, and Taejun urgently stripped Minhee’s clothes.  

His fingers, slick with her w*tness, stroked her intimate area lengthwise.  

“Hngh!”  

Shivering with pl*asure from the familiar movements of his fingers, Minhee clung to Taejun’s neck, wrapping her arms around him.  

“Spread your legs and come up.”  

Following his instruction, Minhee spread her legs and sat on Taejun’s thighs. He gripped her b*ttocks, pulling her closer, as if to merge their lower bodies.  

The cold metal of his belt buckle pressed against her lower abdomen.  

“Ah…!”  

Startled, she jerked her hips back. Taejun’s gaze, which had been focused somewhere over her shoulder, returned to her. Minhee glanced in the direction his gaze had been.  

Their reflection was in the mirror.  

Though his shirt was wrinkled and his hair disheveled, Taejun still looked neat and dressed. But she was completely n*ked, perched on his thighs like an indecent temptress with her legs spread.  

A man with a tall height, broad shoulders, and sharp lines.  

A woman with a slender frame and soft curves.  

The contrast was stark.  

As Minhee, entranced, watched their reflection, her gaze met his heated eyes, one corner of his mouth slightly lifted.  

Embarrassed by her nudity, Minhee tried to lift her hips to get down. Her bare feet barely brushed the floor, pressing his fully er*ect p*nis beneath her.  

“Ugh…”  

Taejun groaned deeply, wrapping his arms around her waist. Then he murmured against her neck.  

“Please, Minhee. If you keep doing this, I won’t be able to hold back.”  

‘You were trying to hold back in this situation??’  

Indignant, Minhee unsteadily unb*ttoned his shirt with trembling hands. Once she had undone all the b*ttons, she pulled the shirt out of his pants and flung it open. Taejun shrugged off the shirt and tossed it to the floor.  

Her hand, which had been caressing his firm chest, moved to unclasp his belt with a click.  

“Minhee, wait. The condom—”