Episode 10

Sohee’s lips parted slightly from the tingling pain, and Gye Wonho seized the moment, forcefully pushing his tongue between her parted lips. His thick tongue filled the narrow space of her mouth completely. Overwhelmed by the wet, increasingly aggressive movements, Sohee squeezed her eyes shut.

The hot, skillful intrusion swept over her palate as if pressing down, brushing against her even rows of teeth. Startled by the unfamiliar sensation, she tried to pull her soft tongue inward, but it was caught and entwined, crushed as if to dominate.

“Mm… mph…”

Muffled moans, unable to escape, mingled with her uneven breaths, resonating within the confines of her mouth.

As strength drained from her legs and Sohee began to collapse, Gye Wonho firmly caught and supported her. Every point of contact between their bodies burned as if aflame.

Even during this, his heavy tongue relentlessly swept across the now-heated lining of her mouth. The deeper their entanglement, the more it seemed to drain her, as his tongue explored every corner of her mouth with reckless abandon, pulling her in completely.

“Open your mouth properly. That way, I can suck on your tongue,” he commanded.

Gye Wonho pulled Sohee into a tight embrace, her breathless, flushed face turning bright red. His tongue delved under hers, where saliva had pooled, pressing forcefully against the tender inside before quickly twisting and binding her tongue tightly.

“Haah, ah, ahjussi…”

Gye Wonho let out a deep, guttural hum as he greedily sucked on her small tongue, the sound of their connection punctuated by wet, slurping noises. The unfamiliar sensation of their tongues rubbing and colliding only made Sohee’s body grow hotter, her breath catching in her throat and climbing to the edge of her jaw.

The kiss was overwhelming, leaving no space for her to breathe. It was her first, and Sohee struggled to keep up with his movements, her own clumsiness stark against his intensity. The flood of unfamiliar sensations left her dizzy, her vision hazy.

Their mingled saliva intertwined, dense and messy, making it impossible to distinguish whose was whose. As their lips parted momentarily, the saliva she couldn’t swallow spilled over, leaving Sohee utterly stunned.

Gye Wonho trapped her lower lip between his and rubbed it, catching the excess saliva under his tongue before smearing it and drawing it back into his mouth. When Sohee tried to pull her head back, breathless and disoriented, his hands, which now cradled her face completely, pulled her even closer to him.

The man showed no sign of ending the kiss.

The hot, slick muscle moved as if trying to explore and savor every corner of Sohee’s mouth.

“I-I can’t… breathe… Hah.”

She stammered, her breath hitching. Unable to keep up with his insistent movements, she could neither swallow nor spit the saliva pooling in her mouth, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Seizing the moment, he pressed his lips to hers, swallowing every bit of the saliva she couldn’t manage.

As their lips momentarily parted, warm, damp breaths passed between them, brushing against the sensitive lining of her mouth. The sticky, languid sound of their exchange echoed in her ears, resonating through her body.

The wet muscle, which had thoroughly ravaged her mouth, finally withdrew after giving her glistening lips one last languid rub. Even the trail of saliva running down her chin wasn’t spared—he licked it up entirely with his broad tongue, as if he couldn’t let a drop go to waste.

In a low, murmuring tone, he whispered.

“You taste better than I expected.”

The deep, resonant tone of his voice sent a shiver down her spine. Only then did Sohee finally release the breath she had been holding.

“Haah…”

Clutching his shoulders as if to push him away, she gasped for air, her breathing frantic and unsteady. The room was now filled with the sound of their ragged breaths, the air thick with tension.

After a long moment of catching her breath, Sohee steadied herself, her flushed eyes narrowing with determination. She hesitantly lifted her gaze, searching for his, and when their eyes finally met, a surge of inexplicable sorrow and resentment welled up inside her.

“Why… why did you come back?” she asked, her voice trembling.

Not long ago, he had walked away so coldly, without even looking back. Why had he returned? The words she couldn’t bring herself to say lingered in her throat.

“Well…”

He drawled, his gaze sharp and calculating. His eyes fixated on her slightly parted lips, lingering on the vivid red of her tongue peeking through.

Gye Wonho’s throat bobbed slowly as his gaze bore into the trembling bit of flesh retreating behind her barely parted lips. Every time her damp tongue disappeared behind her white teeth, an irritable thirst clawed its way up within him.

Dragging his tongue along the inside of his drying cheek, his dark eyes, shimmering beneath long lashes, locked firmly onto hers. Why had he returned? The question hung heavily between them. His jaw tightened, and with a sharp motion, he yanked off his tie.

“I don’t know, damn it,” he growled.

“Ugh!”

His hips pressed further between her legs, the space between them closing entirely. The contours of his rigid, steel-like arousal beneath the fine fabric of his suit trousers pressed unmistakably against her. Startled by the explicit contact, Sohee stumbled, her balance thrown off. Gye Wonho caught her immediately, one arm steadying her with ease as his left hand wrapped around her slender back.

“You’re quite the actress. Keep this up, and you’ll confuse me,” he said, his voice low and rough.

What was confusing him? What did he mean? Sohee didn’t have time to process his words. The lingering shock and the overwhelming sensations left her gasping. Before she could gather her thoughts, his mouth descended on her right ear, taking it entirely between his lips. His wet tongue lazily licked over the small, rounded curve, sending shivers down her spine.

Then, he probed around the delicate rim of her ear, the moist, slick movements teasing and relentless. His tongue delved deeper, brushing against the sensitive interior with a provocative slowness, leaving her trembling and breathless.

“Hah…!”

Sohee let out a shaky exhale, her body trembling at the intimate sensation.

Gye Wonho’s tongue ran lazily along the curve of her ear, and then he gently caught her soft earlobe between his teeth, nibbling lightly. The sensation was so vivid that Sohee could almost imagine hearing his voice directly through her ear.

His hand slid down beneath her cardigan, which had ridden up to reveal her pale skin. He unfastened the button of her pants and pulled down the zipper, his movements deliberate. His large hand slipped under the thin fabric of her underwear without hesitation.

“Ah, ngh!”

Startled by the sudden touch, Sohee pushed against his broad shoulders, but his solid frame didn’t budge.

“Stay still. I’d rather not force things while you’re not ready,” he murmured, his voice rough but steady.

His calloused hand moved gently, tracing over her lower abdomen before traveling lower. His movements were unhurried, his palm brushing over her delicate skin, as if reliving the moment his phone had brushed the same spot not long ago. Sohee’s heart raced, her breaths quick and shallow.

His hand continued downward, brushing over the soft, fine hairs as if petting a small animal. He explored the area with care, taking his time, his hand savoring the texture of the delicate strands. The sensation was enough to make Sohee’s body tremble, her stomach tightening from the unfamiliar intensity.

Then, just as the sensation built to a peak, his hand dipped lower, finding the damp warmth below.

“Ah, ahjussi… not there!”

His firm fingers brushed against her, eliciting a soft, wet sound that made her flushed cheeks burn even redder. The slickness clung to his fingertips as they moved, teasing her.

“Seems like you’re enjoying this,” he said with a low chuckle.

“Already so wet.”

Gye Wonho spoke in a soft, almost casual tone, his crude words cutting through the tension as his gaze locked firmly onto Sohee’s. His fingers, which had been gently teasing her slick heat, finally withdrew from her underwear.

His fingertips glistened with the clear fluid that clung to them.

“Huff…”

Sohee stumbled back slightly, releasing the breath she had been holding in ragged gasps. The spot he had touched, which had never been handled by anyone but herself during baths, still felt like it was pulsing, as though his touch lingered there.

Her lips parted in shock as she watched him bring the very fingers that had been exploring her to his lips. Without hesitation, he slid them into his mouth, his tongue curling around them.

“Mm.”

He hummed, his voice resonating deeply in his throat.

His movements were slow and deliberate as he sucked on his fingers, hollowing his cheeks to draw out every bit of the fluid that coated them.

“Why is it so sweet?” he murmured, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Once his fingers were clean, he raised them to show her before pressing his thigh firmly between her legs. The motion sent a shiver through her, the pressure teasing her sensitive spot.

“Hnn…”

Sohee’s soft moan escaped involuntarily as her body trembled under the overwhelming sensations.

A faint, teasing sensation spread through the fabric of her pants, the pressure causing her underwear to press uncomfortably deep into her sensitive skin. As Sohee let out a soft, strained whimper she couldn’t hold back, a sharp sound broke the moment—’click’—the unmistakable sound of a belt being unfastened.

Looking directly into her eyes, Gye Wonho unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper. Reaching into his black boxer briefs, he revealed his arousal, the movement deliberate and unyielding.

“Go ahead,” he said with a low voice.

“Make it good.”

As he took a deep breath, the weight of his exposed form caused it to shift slightly, and Sohee’s wide, fearful eyes fixed on the imposing sight before her.

“Open your mouth wide. I’m bigger than what you’re used to,” he remarked, his tone laced with both command and amusement.

What emerged was intimidating—a thick, prominent column standing tall, framed by his tailored suit trousers. The sheer size made her lips tremble at the thought, far exceeding anything her mouth could easily accommodate.

Sohee hesitated, her knees giving out as she slowly knelt between his legs. Her hands trembled, reluctant to move, but she finally reached out, her fingers barely brushing against him as she forced herself to act.

As her hesitant touch moved closer, the darkened flesh before her revealed bulging veins that stood out starkly.

“How long are you going to take? Hurry up and get to it,” Gye Wonho snapped, his voice laced with impatience.

“I’m in a bit of a rush, so drop the innocent act and do it properly.”

The imposing sight of his arousal, engorged and almost threatening, loomed before her, making the lump in her throat rise painfully.

“Let’s see the skills you’d use for a VVIP, shall we?”

He added with a smirk, his words cutting through the tension like a blade.

As if signaling her to handle it herself, the man let go, leaving the large, intimidating figure before her to twitch on its own. Sohee’s vision blurred with a sorrowful haze, her heart sinking under the weight of it all.

A life riddled with hardship and misfortune—this wasn’t the first time she’d been treated like she was disposable, like some common plaything. Yet, for some reason, this particular moment stung her chest more deeply, the ache sharper and harder to ignore than ever before.