Chapter 21

Sung-Hee's eyes widened in surprise as she felt the sudden invasion of Seok-Woo inside her. Before she could utter a word, waves of pleasure crashed over her, engulfing her senses as Seok-Woo thrust into her with unrestrained force. "Seok... Ah~ Woo... Ah~," she attempted to vocalize her thoughts, but her words were lost amidst the onslaught of sensation.

As the intensity of their coupling escalated, Sung-Hee found herself teetering on the edge of her endurance. With each powerful thrust, she felt her limits being pushed to the brink. Her gaze drifted downwards, her body trembling with each collision of their flesh. In this moment, she could keenly sense every inch of Seok-Woo's member within her, the sheer girth of him filling her completely.

Despite the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her, Sung-Hee recognized the imminent approach of her climax. Unable to contain herself any longer, she surrendered to the rising tide of ecstasy, her release washing over her with a forceful intensity. Gasping for air, her breathing ragged, she rode the waves of pleasure to their peak.

Seok-Woo ceased his movements, though he remained nestled inside her warmth. Sensing the telltale signs of her climax, he inquired, "Did you reach your peak?" His voice was laced with a hint of curiosity as he observed Sung-Hee's trembling form.

Weakly, Sung-Hee turned to face him, her voice barely above a whisper as she confirmed, "Yes... Why?" Her words carried the weight of her recent climax, her body still tingling with the aftershocks of pleasure as she struggled to regain her composure.

Seok-Woo withdrew his erect member from within her, his movements deliberate yet filled with an undeniable urgency. With a deft maneuver, he turned her around, gently lifting her legs with both hands. As he positioned her, a mischievous glint danced in his eyes, his voice laced with playful teasing.

"You know, I still haven't reached my climax. Yet you've already found release," Seok-Woo remarked, his member poised just below Sung-Hee's entrance. "Forgive me, but I'm not done just yet." With a swift motion, he lowered Sung-Hee's body onto his, eliciting a gasp of surprise and pleasure from her lips.

"Wait, I'm still sen- Ah!~" Sung-Hee's protest was cut short as Seok-Woo reentered her, the sensation overwhelming yet undeniably electrifying. With a firm grip, Seok-Woo guided Sung-Hee's body, pressing her against the wall as he resumed his passionate thrusts. For Sung-Hee, the onslaught of sensation was almost too much to bear as she struggled to regain her composure amidst the whirlwind of pleasure.

Unconsciously, Sung-Hee found herself wrapping her arms around Seok-Woo's body, seeking solace and support amidst the intensity of their union. Seok-Woo, in turn, reveled in the tightness of Sung-Hee's embrace, each moan and whimper spurring him on to greater heights of ecstasy.

As their passion intensified, both Seok-Woo and Sung-Hee found themselves hurtling towards the precipice of climax once more. "Seok~~ Woo~~ I'm~~ going~~ to cum~~ again~~," Sung-Hee's words tumbled from her lips in a breathless chorus, her voice betraying the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her veins.

"Wait for me... I'm also at my limit," Seok-Woo urged, his movements growing more frenzied with each passing moment. With a final surge of intensity, he reached the pinnacle of ecstasy, his release washing over him in waves of euphoria. Sensing his imminent climax, Seok-Woo withdrew just in time, his essence spilling forth as Sung-Hee found release once more.

Exhausted yet sated, Sung-Hee collapsed against Seok-Woo's chest, her eyes fluttering shut as she struggled to catch her breath. Seok-Woo, his member now flaccid, held her close, allowing her to rest against him as they basked in the aftermath of their passion.

A minute passed in silence before Sung-Hee mustered the strength to speak, her voice weak yet tinged with playful reproach. "You... you were so rough today," she murmured, her gaze meeting Seok-Woo's with a mixture of exhaustion and affection.

Seok-Woo met her gaze with a knowing smile, his tone teasing. "But didn't you tell me to do as I pleased?" he quipped, his fingers gently brushing against her cheek. Sung-Hee sighed softly, leaning into his touch as she conceded defeat. "At least... let me catch my breath," she replied weakly, her body still trembling from the intensity of their shared moment.

Seok-Woo released his grip on Sung-Hee's legs, but as she slid down, he enveloped her in his arms, providing a comforting embrace. With Sung-Hee nestled against his chest, they remained intertwined, a brief respite from the intensity of their intercourse. Time seemed to slow as they lingered in each other's arms, allowing Sung-Hee to gradually regain her breath and composure.

Eventually, they parted from the embrace, facing each other in the quiet intimacy of the moment. Sung-Hee averted her gaze, her eyes wandering to the side, a subtle indication of her inner thoughts. Seok-Woo broke the silence, his voice gentle yet decisive as he suggested their next course of action.

"Let's finish showering and then head to bed," he proposed, his words carrying a sense of reassurance. Sung-Hee responded with a simple nod, her agreement signaling her readiness to follow his lead.

As they stepped into the shower together, the warm water cascaded over their bodies, washing away the remnants of their union. Seok-Woo positioned himself behind Sung-Hee, his hands deftly applying soap as he began to cleanse her skin. Although ostensibly focused on the task at hand, Sung-Hee sensed a subtle shift in Seok-Woo's intentions as his hands roamed over her body.

Each stroke of his hand elicited a soft gasp from Sung-Hee, the sensation sending tingles of pleasure coursing through her veins. Despite her attempts to remain composed, she found herself succumbing to the intoxicating touch of his hands, her body responding instinctively to his every caress.

Seok-Woo's touch was thorough, yet there were moments when his touch lingered a little longer than necessary, his fingers tracing tantalizing patterns across her skin. With each lingering touch, Sung-Hee's breath hitched in her throat, her resolve weakening in the face of such overwhelming pleasure.

Small, involuntary moans escaped Sung-Hee's lips as Seok-Woo's hands ventured to her most sensitive areas, igniting a firestorm of desire within her. Despite her attempts to suppress them, the sounds of her pleasure echoed in the confines of the shower, an indication of the intensity of their connection.

At that moment, as the water continued to cascade around them, Sung-Hee found herself lost in a whirlwind of sensation, her senses ablaze with desire. As Seok-Woo's hands continued their explorations, she let go of herself entirely to the pleasure of his touch, her body trembling with ecstasy beneath his gentle movements.

After their shower, Sung-Hee's cheeks were still flushed from Seok-Woo's lingering touch. Seok-Woo couldn't help but smile at her reaction as they stepped out of the bathroom. As Sung-Hee bent down to pick up the towel from the floor, Seok-Woo's gaze lingered on her, appreciating the view.

With the towel in hand, Sung-Hee turned to find Seok-Woo watching her intently. She rolled her eyes, knowing exactly what he had seen, and began drying herself off. Once she was finished, she offered the towel to Seok-Woo, expecting him to take care of himself.

But Seok-Woo had other ideas. "Sung-Hee, why don't you do it for me?" he suggested with a smirk, stepping closer to her.

Sung-Hee scoffed at his request. "I'm not your servant, Seok-Woo. Do it yourself," she retorted, placing the towel on his shoulder before attempting to leave the room.

However, Seok-Woo caught her wrist, stopping her in her tracks. Sung-Hee tried to pull away, but Seok-Woo held firm, his demeanor shifting to one of seriousness. "You said I could do whatever I want to you, Sung-Hee. Remember? So why not comply with your own words?" he said sternly.

Sung-Hee felt a pang of unease at the change in Seok-Woo's demeanor. She knew she was in a vulnerable position, with Seok-Woo asserting his dominance over her. Reluctantly, she grabbed the towel and began wiping him down, her movements rough with pent-up frustration.

As she wiped, Sung-Hee vented her irritation to Seok-Woo, each stroke of the towel expressing her annoyance. Seok-Woo remained unfazed, his gaze fixed on Sung-Hee as she attended to him.

When Sung-Hee thought she had finished, she turned to Seok-Woo with a hint of irritation in her voice. "Satisfied now?" she asked, expecting him to be done.

But Seok-Woo pointed to his still-wet member. "You missed a spot," he remarked, amusement dancing in his eyes.

Sung-Hee sighed in exasperation and knelt down to wipe away the remaining water, silently hoping his member wouldn't react to her touch. Yet, to her dismay, as she cleaned, Seok-Woo's member began to stir, much to her disbelief.

As Sung-Hee glanced up at Seok-Woo, she realized he was thoroughly amused by her reaction, a mischievous glint in his eyes signaling his enjoyment at this moment.

"Time for Round 2, I guess?" Seok-Woo's voice cut through the quiet of the room, his question hanging in the air as Sung-Hee knelt beside him, his erection a stark reminder of their unfinished business. Slowly rising to her feet, she met his gaze, a furrow forming between her brows.

"Isn't it getting late now?" she asked, a hint of concern in her voice as she glanced towards the window, where the darkness of the night had already begun to settle.

Seok-Woo's eagerness to continue was palpable, his desire still burning bright despite the lateness of the hour. "Ready to go home now? We won't be able to do this for some time, you know," he urged, his words laced with a sense of urgency.

Sung-Hee folded her arms across her chest, her mind whirling with indecision as she weighed her options. Meeting Seok-Woo's gaze with a steely resolve, she took a moment to consider his proposition.

After a brief moment of contemplation, she made her decision. "Let's continue. I'll text my mother that I'll be staying late," she declared, her voice firm as she resolved to indulge in the pleasure that Seok-Woo offered.

Seok-Woo's smile widened at her response, but he couldn't resist making one final offer. "Why don't you just spend the night here? I'll shoulder the cost. Let's sleep together," he suggested, his words laden with both literal and figurative meaning.

Sung-Hee nodded in agreement, acknowledging his offer with a simple affirmation. "Sure, I'll tell my mother first," she replied, her mind already set on the course of action.

Leaving the room, Sung-Hee navigated with purpose to where her phone lay, her steps deliberate as she sought out the device. After a brief but focused search, she located her phone resting on the table. Retrieving it with a swift motion, she swiftly made her way back to Seok-Woo's side.

With deft fingers, she composed a message to her mother, carefully crafting a plausible excuse for her absence without revealing the true nature of her whereabouts. As she focused on her task, she felt Seok-Woo's hand wandering over her naked body, his touch a tantalizing distraction from her mission

Sung-Hee's voice cut through the air with a hint of playful banter as she continued to text, her fingers tapping away on her phone while Seok-Woo's hand lingered on her breast. She couldn't help but remark on his persistent attention to that particular area of her body, a teasing tone lacing her words.

"You certainly seem to have a fondness for breasts," she commented, her lips curling into a mischievous smile as she glanced at him over her phone screen. She couldn't deny the thrill of his touch, even as she maintained her playful demeanor.

Seok-Woo's response was equally lighthearted, accompanied by a gentle pinch to her nipple that elicited a soft gasp from Sung-Hee's lips. "Can you blame me?" he retorted, his voice tinged with amusement as he continued to caress her. "With a pair like yours, it's hard not to be drawn to them."

Sung-Hee's breath hitched at the sensation of his touch, a faint blush gracing her cheeks as she savored the intimate moment. Despite her playful protest, she found herself yielding to the pleasure of his fingers tracing delicate patterns across her skin.

Once Sung-Hee had finished texting her mother, she turned her attention back to Seok-Woo, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "My mother's fine with it," she informed him, her tone light yet tinged with a sense of relief. With a gentle motion, she gently pried his hand away from her body, her touch lingering for a moment before she turned to face him fully.

"Ready?" Seok-Woo's question hung in the air, a silent invitation to continue their passionate encounter. Sung-Hee met his gaze with a coy smile, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "I'm... ready," she replied, her voice carrying a mixture of excitement and determination as she eagerly anticipated what lay ahead.