She followed without hesitation, her grip on my hand tightening. The bag still hung from her shoulder, bouncing slightly as we walked down the hallway. I wondered what she’d packed. What she thought tonight would entail. What scenarios had played through her mind during that shopping trip.
My bedroom door was open, the lights already dimd. King-sized bed with dark sheets. Floor-to-ceiling windows along one wall, offering the sa view as the living room. I’d made sure all traces of ra were removed—her hairbrush from the bathroom counter, her book from the nightstand. Tonight was about Cheon, and I didn’t need reminders of complications.
She stood in the doorway for a mont, taking it all in. I watched her face as she looked at the bed, imagining herself on it. With .
"You can put your bag down," I said, nodding toward a chair in the corner. "And take your shoes off if they’re uncomfortable."
She moved to the chair, setting the bag down carefully. Then she slipped off her heels, instantly losing three inches of height. She looked smaller without them, more vulnerable.
I crossed to her, lifting her chin so she looked at . "Second thoughts?"
"No." She swallowed. "But I haven’t done this before. Not... all the way."
"I know."
"How?"
I smiled. "The way you respond to things. The questions you ask. The fact that you packed an overnight bag like you were going to sumr camp."
She frowned. "Don’t make fun of ."
"I’m not." I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "I think it’s adorable that you’re approaching sex with the sa thorough preparation you bring to exams."
"Not everything has to be a joke, Ro."
"You’re right." I let my hand drop to her shoulder, then slide down her arm. "So tell what you want. No jokes. No gas. Just you and ."
She took a deep breath, steadying herself. "I want you to touch again. Like in the classroom, but more. And I want to know what it’s like when you’re inside ."
Holy shit. Direct, uncomplicated honesty was apparently Cheon’s secret weapon. My cock, already hard from kissing her, throbbed painfully against my zipper.
"I can do that," I said, my voice rougher than I intended. "But first, I want to see what you’re wearing under that dress."
Her eyes widened slightly. "Why?"
"Because you bought it today, which ans you chose it specifically for to see it. And I want to see what Cheon Hae-Won picks out when she’s shopping for lingerie she intends soone else to remove."
The flush that had been fading returned full force, spreading down her neck toward her chest. She glanced at the bed, then back at .
"Turn around," she said.
I raised an eyebrow.
"The zipper," she explained. "It’s in the back."
I turned her gently, facing her away from . Her hair fell forward as she bent her head slightly, exposing the nape of her neck. I brushed my lips against that spot, feeling her shiver, before finding the small zipper at the top of her dress.
I pulled it down slowly, revealing inch after inch of smooth skin. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Just the dress, and whatever waited beneath it. The zipper ended just above the small of her back, and I pushed the material off her shoulders, letting it fall forward.
Cheon held the dress against her chest for a mont, then let it drop completely. It pooled around her feet, leaving her standing in nothing but a pair of deep blue lace panties that hugged the curve of her ass perfectly.
"Turn around," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
She did, and my mouth went dry. Her breasts were fuller than I’d expected, pale and perfect with rosy nipples that hardened under my gaze. The panties were cut high on her hips, emphasizing her narrow waist and the gentle swell of her stomach.
"Did I choose correctly?" she asked, attempting to sound casual despite the fact that she was nearly naked in my bedroom.
"You chose perfectly." I reached out, running a finger along the lace edge of her panties. "Blue suits you."
She shivered at my touch. "The saleswoman said it was a classic choice."
The image of Cheon in a lingerie store, asking a saleswoman for advice on what to wear for seduction, made smile. "Did you tell her what the occasion was?"
"Of course not!" Her eyes flashed with the sa indignation I’d seen countless tis in class. "That would be inappropriate."
"Says the woman standing nearly naked in my bedroom."
She crossed her arms over her chest. "If you’re going to keep making fun of —"
I stepped forward and kissed her again, cutting off whatever threat she was about to make. My hands went to her waist, then slid up to cup her breasts. They fit perfectly in my palms, warm and soft and responsive as I brushed my thumbs over her nipples.
The drain between us opened again, wider this ti. Her Essentia flowed into —sharp, bright, electric—while mine poured back into her. The circuit completed, creating a feedback loop that amplified everything. Every touch. Every sensation.
She moaned into my mouth, her arms uncrossing to wrap around my neck. Her bare chest pressed against my shirt, and suddenly I was wearing too many clothes.
I broke the kiss long enough to pull my shirt over my head, then returned to her mouth. Her hands explored my chest and shoulders with unexpected boldness, her fingers tracing the lines of muscle with curious precision.
I walked her backward until her legs hit the bed. She sat automatically, looking up at with eyes gone dark with arousal. I knelt between her knees, pushing them apart gently.
"Ro?" Her voice wavered slightly. "What are you doing?"
"Sothing you’ll like." I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties. "Lift your hips."
She did, allowing to slide the blue lace down her legs and toss it aside. Now she sat completely naked on the edge of my bed, her thighs spread with kneeling between them.
"You don’t have to—" she started.
"I want to." I ran my hands up her thighs, watching goosebumps rise in their wake. "I want to taste you. I want to feel you co against my mouth."
Her breath caught. "Oh."
I leaned forward, kissing the inside of her thigh. She was already wet, her arousal evident in the slick shine between her legs. I traced a finger through her folds, watching her reaction closely.
Her head fell back, eyes closing as a small sound escaped her throat. Not quite a moan. More like the sound soone makes when they’ve been holding their breath too long and finally let it out.
I smiled against her skin. "Breathe, Hae-Won. This is just the beginning."
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