Chapter 24: The Aftermath of Desire

Jiheum rested her head on Joyoon’s shoulder, her strength completely depleted.

She pressed her lips together at the stimulation that surged with every step he took.

Without realizing it, she ended up repeatedly pressing her lips against Joyoon’s neck.

Joyoon felt a tickle throughout his body from the soft, squishy sensation against his neck.

His veins throbbed whenever her gentle breath brushed his skin.

His pace toward the bed quickened, driven by a desire to bury himself in her.

Joyoon carefully laid Jiheum on the bed, as if afraid their joined bodies might separate.

Jiheum flinched at the presence that still filled her body and looked up at him with trembling eyes.

“Isn’t it over?”

“I haven’t even started yet.”

“Wait… I can’t anymore…”

“There’s no way you’re already intoxicated.”

Joyoon chuckled and lowered his body.

He swallowed her erect nipple in one go.

He rolled it with the tip of his tongue and nipped it with his lips.

He cupped her other breast with one full hand and rubbed the nipple.

Jiheum’s toes curled and lifted.

Joyoon eased Jiheum’s guard and slowly moved his hips.

Unlike her, who had already peaked, Joyoon’s core remained uncooled, causing Jiheum to furrow her brows.

Joyoon grabbed both of her thighs and pulled them apart.

Sitting on his knees, he pulled her thighs even higher.

He pressed against her clitoris, brushing through the delicate down surrounding her brightly revealed center.

Jiheum flinched, her chest heaving.

Joyoon lightly toyed with her clitoris in circular motions while moving his hips slowly.

Jiheum, her cheeks flushed red, turned her head away.

It seemed she didn’t dislike the surging stimulation.

Joyoon’s intensity increased as he watched her alluring breasts sway.

A sense of stubbornness flared up as he watched Jiheum bite her lip to suppress her groans.

He thrust so deeply that his hips seemed to sink into hers.

He hammered away, specifically seeking the spot that Jiheum found especially difficult to endure.

“Ah!”

Jiheum’s eyes widened, and she gripped the sheets.

He aimed only for her sensitivity points.

Soon, Jiheum’s moans filled the bedroom.

Along with the erotic sounds of clashing skin, Jiheum’s cries grew louder.

As Jiheum shuddered under the rushing sensations, Joyoon collided with her even more forcefully.

“Ah, please…!”

Jiheum’s waist arched noticeably at the heavy surge of stimulation.

Her thighs tensed, and her lower abdomen repeated a frantic cycle of contractions.

“Ah!”

Another climax clawed its way through Jiheum.

“Ms. Yoon Jiheum, you have a habit of finishing all by yourself.”

Joyoon said, “You need to be punished,” and flipped Jiheum over.

He slid his hand under her waist, lifting her hips high, and realigned his cock.

Jiheum’s head was buried in the mattress.

She didn’t even have the strength to lift her waist, and her hips kept dipping.

Smack.

With a fleshy sound, Jiheum staggered, crying out, “Ah!”

“You have to lift your waist. That’s how I can thrust.”

Joyoon kissed her white buttocks, which were turning red.

Jiheum’s hips twitched, and her waist trembled violently.

The seductive pose made Joyoon’s cock even tighter.

His firm, broad chest pressed against Jiheum’s back.

Joyoon reached out his long arms and grabbed her dangling nipples, twisting them.

The dizzying moans that burst out pleased Joyoon’s ears.

Jiheum buried her face in the sheets.

She felt ashamed of her core, which kept throbbing at the rushing stimulation.

It was hard to keep her wits about her under this shameful, embarrassing humiliation she was experiencing for the first time in her life.

“You must like this position.”

“N-no, I don’t.”

“Then, maybe it’s this.”

Smack.

Her buttocks burned with another light friction sound.

In that instant, her lower abdomen surged, and arousal flowed out.

Her toes curled, and her feet lifted.

Jiheum whimpered with her head buried.

“You seem to enjoy being punished.”

“I don’t!”

“Fine. I’ll take your word for it.”

Joyoon chuckled.

Then, as if a reward, he lowered his lips to the buttocks he had just struck.

Jiheum’s core twitched.

Joyoon could no longer endure looking at her tempting hips.

He found the path he had already tamed and thrust his cock in all at once.

Jiheum, who was being pushed forward, was suddenly grabbed by the waist and shaken.

With her head buried, her breasts swaying, she couldn’t keep her senses as his cock relentlessly stabbed her and his testicles slapped against her.

Joyoon drove forward without hesitation, as if the previous act had merely been a taste.

Each time, Jiheum’s waist heaved, and her thighs trembled with numbness.

Her vision blurred at the overwhelming sensations.

It was the first time in her life she had felt such intense pleasure, and she could only gasp out moans, unable to do anything else.

Joyoon was also nearing his limit.

Her dizzyingly tight vagina, her slender white spine, and the curve of her hips were enough to drive him mad.

Unable to hold back any longer, Joyoon poured out his remaining strength.

Jiheum’s cries filled the bedroom, pleasing his ears.

Jiheum’s entire body shuddered.

Her waist heaved repeatedly as arousal flooded out.

She wanted to collapse, her body completely drained, but Joyoon held her firmly, leaving her unable to move.

Joyoon found Jiheum’s hand and interlaced their fingers as he delivered the final thrust.

A refreshed breath burst out as his cock pulsed inside her.

It was a long, long ejaculation.

Jiheum slumped down the moment her waist was released.

She wanted to wash quickly and run away due to the rushing shame, but her body wouldn’t follow her will.

“Where… is… the bathroom?”

It was a question that barely drifted out due to her lack of energy.

But instead of answering, Joyoon, who had dealt with the condom, simply came to her side and lay down.

“Is your house covered in honey?”

Joyoon whispered lowly, slowly toying with Jiheum’s sweat-soaked hair.

His soft voice melted against her ear as comfortably as a lullaby.

“Take a nap, then wash up.”

“N-no. I… have to go home.”

Her heart said she had to go home, but her eyelids kept dropping.

Her eyelids, which she struggled to lift, closed again.

Joyoon smiled and patted Jiheum’s shoulder gently.

“I’ll wake you up later. Sleep comfortably.”

At Joyoon’s voice, Jiheum’s eyelids remained shut, unmoving.

Between the dizzying climax she had felt for the first time and the intoxication from the wine, she could no longer resist his low, sweet whispers.

****

Jiheum’s eyelids fluttered and opened.

She bolted upright at the sight of the unfamiliar wall.

As she looked down, feeling a certain emptiness, she saw her bare skin without a single thread on it.

She hurriedly pulled up the duvet and scanned her surroundings, and then she remembered it was Joyoon’s room.

‘How long did I sleep? Where is my phone? Ah, it’s on the second floor.’

She was pressing her hand to her forehead at the random thoughts popping up when it happened.

“Water?”

Jiheum’s head snapped up in an instant.

A glass of water was held out before her.

Jiheum gave a slight nod of thanks and drank the water.

“How long was I asleep?”

She asked as she lowered the glass.

It was hard to look him in the face with the memories of their messy entanglement surfacing so vividly.

“Not long. About an hour?”

“Ah, thank goodness.”

Joyoon sat on the edge of the bed, watching the relieved Jiheum.

He told her she could sleep more as he gently stroked her disheveled hair.

Jiheum felt a strange surge in her chest at his tender touch.

However, seeing him neatly dressed as if nothing had happened, she could no longer stay in bed.

“I’ll be going now.”

“Didn’t you say you wanted to wash up?”

“I can wash at home.”

Since she was traveling in her own car, she wouldn’t be seen by others, so it didn’t matter if she washed a bit later.

Although her body, which had peaked several times, was sticky with sweat and arousal, it wasn’t unbearable.

“Use it comfortably.”

Joyoon pointed to the dressing room connected to the bedroom.

It seemed the bathroom was through the dressing room.

“I’ll get your clothes—”

“No! I-I’ll get them myself.”

Jiheum shouted urgently.

She didn’t want to show him any more of her embarrassing state.

“If you could just step out for a moment, I’ll wash quickly and leave.”

Jiheum whispered softly, slowly brushing back her messy hair.

Her trailing voice was pitiful.

“Alright. I won’t get them.”

Joyoon laughed softly.

It was a bit funny that she was being so modest after they had seen everything there is to see.

However, he didn’t want to break the woman’s pride, which she wore like a shield.

He had thought about bringing her clothes but decided to leave them; he felt that if he had, she might have disappeared from his sight forever.

“I’ll be on the second floor.”

“Take your time and come down.”

Joyoon stood up, taking the empty water glass with him.

Once her hands were free, Jiheum covered her face.

Now that her reason had returned, only embarrassment rushed in.

She should have gone home even if she was sleepy.

She felt unpleasant, as if she were revealing a gap in her defenses without realizing it.

After a hurried wash, Jiheum stepped out of the bedroom and cautiously scanned her surroundings.

The third floor was silent, as if he had truly gone down to the second.

Except for the bedroom, there were no blocked spaces.

The spacious living area contained only a few cabinets and a large painting hanging on one wall.

Jiheum stood dazed for a moment before shaking her head vigorously.

Now was the time to go home, not to be leisurely admiring the decor.

Fortunately, her discarded clothes were still where they had been, she scrambled to dress and headed down to the second floor.