The Maid of the Grand Mansion

The whole thing started like this. The hotel, which had been created by remodeling an old mansion, was far cleaner and more elegant than Seo-woo had imagined. The staff offered to prepare tea after their meal and handed her a napkin, but when raspberry jam dripped onto her clothes, they kindly provided something that looked exactly like a maid’s apron. Her father had often said that a child as clumsy as her would only grow up if she had a baby of her own, but that hadn’t been true at all. Even after giving birth, Seo-woo was still Seo-woo. The apron they had given her was never collected and was left abandoned in a corner of the hotel.

“The chairman should be awake by now. Shall we do a video call?”

Seo-woo pulled out the tablet she had brought specifically for a video call with Hee-ho. She could have used her phone, but she wanted to make sure he could see her properly, so she had deliberately chosen the one with the larger screen. Yet the moment she turned it on, instead of the familiar wallpaper she expected, something else appeared. A soft, startled sound escaped her. A chill ran down her spine—an ominous feeling. It looked like she had accidentally brought the tablet she used for assignments back in college. When she had asked her father to send her graduation photos, he had shipped everything, including this relic from her university days. That was the problem.

‘No way.’

Just in case, Seo-woo opened the file folder before Eon-hyeok came back. She had only planned to use this tablet for the video call, but if he asked to look through her photo gallery or files, it would be a disaster. Eon-hyeok would interrogate her about whether she still had pictures of her ex-boyfriends, but that wasn’t what she was trying to hide. She opened the folder labeled with the vague name School Assignments, and sure enough, it was packed with an enormous collection of pornography. At that exact moment, Eon-hyeok’s voice reached her ear.

“Seo-woo.”

“Ack!”

Startled out of her mind, Seo-woo reflexively slammed the tablet’s power button, turning the screen off with a loud tap. Had he seen it? She was certain she had deleted everything back then. Why was it still there? And of all people, Eon-hyeok had to catch her like this. It was the ultimate emergency. Seo-woo felt as if a red warning light had flashed inside her head; cold sweat trickled down her back. To appear calm, she took a short breath and lied.

“Oh, I hadn’t cleaned the drive in a while, so I was just checking if any old school assignments were still there.”

“You named your school assignments like that?”

He had seen it. The moment Eon-hyeok’s icy voice came from beside her, a shiver ran down Seo-woo’s spine. The file titles were far too explicit to pass for dance department assignments, so she couldn’t even deny it. Until just moments ago the atmosphere had been perfectly romantic. The man who had smiled even when she dropped crumbs while eating macarons or tarts couldn’t possibly be speaking in such a cold tone.

“Open it, Seo-woo.”

“It’s not mine.”

Seo-woo reflexively spat out the lie. She had promised Eon-hyeok she would never lie to him again, but this was a completely different matter. The moment he opened it, the shame would be secondary; she doubted he would simply let it go. But the lie was never going to work. Eon-hyeok pointed out the truth as if telling her not to even attempt such nonsense.

“This is your tablet.”

“It must have been hacked… ransomware is a serious problem these days…”

“It would be even more embarrassing if we showed it to a repair technician overseas and had them confirm it’s yours.”

At Eon-hyeok’s gentle yet razor-sharp remark, Seo-woo quietly bit her lip. Why hadn’t someone created a program that automatically deleted things like this after marriage? If someone suddenly died and files titled things like Two Hours of Non-Stop Orgasms Inside the Company were discovered, the bereaved family would cry for a moment and then stop crying altogether. For the sake of the dead person’s human rights, shouldn’t such a past disappear on its own? With trembling hands, Seo-woo handed the tablet over to Eon-hyeok. There was nothing to be gained from dragging out a lie in front of her persistent husband.

The moment the screen turned on, those incredible porn titles filled her vision. She doubted anyone else had come on a short vacation with a baby only a few months old and gotten caught by her husband with pornography. And of all times, right before a video call with their child. Seo-woo’s face flushed bright red in an instant as she opened her mouth.

“This isn’t really my taste…”

“It’s not?”

“The cultural industry exists to satisfy the demands of diverse consumers, so it produces all kinds of works, and I was just…”

“You said you watched two hundred porn videos. So you must have watched two hundred different kinds until your eyes were sore. Which actor was your favorite?”

“This is from a long time ago. It’s like graduation photos.”

Seo-woo quickly improvised. To her, it really was a past from long ago. After all, graduation photos were the kind of old pictures you stuffed in an attic or storage room and never took out again. But to Eon-hyeok’s ears, it sounded completely different.

“Are those memories that precious to you?”

His eyes gleamed darkly, as if to show that she had only made the misunderstanding worse. It looked like an all-night hearing about the two hundred porn videos she had watched was about to begin. Seo-woo shook her head frantically and spoke.

“That’s not what I meant. It’s the kind of thing you don’t want to dig up… Where are you going?”

“Wait here.”

Eon-hyeok suddenly stopped talking and left the bedroom. It was the first time he had ever cut a conversation short and walked away, so Seo-woo’s eyes widened in surprise. She wondered if he was going to connect the tablet to the large television in the living room. She even considered pouring water on it right now. But she couldn’t bring herself to do it; it would look far too suspicious. When Eon-hyeok returned, he was holding the white apron she had received during tea time. She looked at him, unable to read his intentions, until his words made her raise her hands.

“Raise both hands.”

“Are you making me stand in the corner as punishment?”

“No. This punishment isn’t for you, Seo-woo.”

Eon-hyeok answered in a strangely light tone. He lifted the hem of her nightgown and pulled it off in one smooth motion. Since she had been getting ready for bed, the only thing she wore underneath was a single pair of panties. She hadn’t planned on showing anything below her face during the video call, so when her bare breasts were exposed without a bra, she reflexively covered them. But Eon-hyeok pulled her arms away and slipped the white apron over her head. The sight of her completely naked body with nothing but an apron hanging on it was strangely erotic.

“Why are you making me wear this on my bare skin…? No way.”

Seo-woo was still confused and started to ask him a question when she glanced at the tablet and finally understood. No way. Eon-hyeok had once found her willful behavior charming, but now he had become a gentle husband who tailored everything to her. Was that gentle husband now trying to match her porn preferences with perverted bedroom play? She opened her mouth.

“You really don’t have to…”

“Get on your knees, Seo-woo.”

Eon-hyeok cut her off and nodded toward the fluffy rug on the floor. Under the weight of his presence, her protest that he didn’t need to do this died in her throat. In truth, claiming the pornography on the tablet wasn’t her taste had been a lie. Just as she liked rough sex, she also liked being dominated. So when her once gentle and sweet husband naturally pulled her down below the bed and loosened his bathrobe, her throat tightened with anticipation.

“So you wanted to clean my cock, Seo-woo.”

Eon-hyeok had a real talent for delivering filthy words in an elegant tone. With a perfectly calm voice, he recited obscenities while parting his robe to reveal his half-hard length. She already felt as if she were sitting on the floor between his legs. A man born with an innate superiority, who had lived most of his life in a position of power, was naturally skilled at domination. That didn’t change in bed. His muscular, massive physique was more than enough to pin her down and overwhelm her.

“Don’t you like it?”

Eon-hyeok asked as he looked at Seo-woo sitting between his legs wearing nothing but an apron. No one who saw her innocent face would ever believe she watched porn with titles like Cock Cleaning. When he asked again, giving her a choice, Seo-woo swallowed hard and shook her head. In reality, her heart was pounding with excitement, and she felt embarrassed that she could be so perverted. Eon-hyeok teased her lower lip as if pressing on it and said,

“You have to hold my cock and put it in your mouth.”

“Yes… mmmph…”

Seo-woo answered obediently and grasped his length with both hands. She wrapped her fingers around the hot, hard pillar of flesh, parted her lips, and let her tongue glide up its length. Even during her pregnancy and recovery period, Eon-hyeok had barely touched her. He hadn’t even let her take him in her mouth. Now that he was finally allowing sex again after so long, saliva pooled in her mouth the moment she took just the tip between her lips. A wet, obscene sound echoed as she pulled back. Eon-hyeok’s breath hitched in admiration.

“You’re already drooling so much.”

“Mmmph… uhh…”

Seo-woo took the head back into her mouth and looked up at him. The hand stroking her hair was gentle, but the veins on his temple stood out as he held back. Seeing him exhale roughly and frown, she sucked harder, coating his length with saliva. Eon-hyeok finally grabbed the exposed shaft and pushed it against the inside of her right cheek.

“I told you to clean it. Are you trying to melt my cock with your mouth?”

“Ahh… mmm… uhhp… mm…”

Seo-woo tried to shake her head while still holding him in her mouth, but every time Eon-hyeok moved his hips, her head bobbed helplessly. Her right cheek bulged out and then hollowed repeatedly, making her look like she was sucking on candy. Because her mouth was small and she couldn’t swallow him fully, quite a bit of the thick, dark shaft remained outside. Eon-hyeok rubbed her stretched lips with his thumb and asked,

“Where do you like me to cum the most?”

“Mmph… anywhere… is fine…”

Her muffled, slurred answer was utterly submissive. Eon-hyeok began thrusting his hips. Every time his hard cockhead stabbed her wet inner cheek, she occasionally tightened her mouth, sending a rush of pleasure through him as if he were already inside her. He knew her pussy was tighter and wetter than this, but lately he hadn’t trusted himself enough to enter her. He wanted to wait until her body had fully recovered after giving birth. Yet he never imagined she would deliberately shatter his self-control like this. Looking down at the apron on her, he said,

“Then pull the straps down so I can see your tits.”

Seo-woo froze with his cock still in her mouth. She looked up at him with wide eyes, as if asking for confirmation that he really wanted her to lower the apron straps while sucking him. When he nodded impatiently, she slowly pulled the straps down. The modest white apron that had covered her thighs slid away, revealing her pale, full breasts. Since she hadn’t pumped yet, milk was leaking from her nipples and trickling down her chest.

“Your milk is dripping everywhere. If I cum on your stomach, I won’t even be able to tell if it’s cum or breast milk.”

“Hnn…”

The moment she heard Eon-hyeok’s filthy teasing, Seo-woo unconsciously tightened her lips around him. He immediately pulled out, looked down at her, and began slapping his wet cock against her cheek with audible smacks. Sitting between his legs wearing only an apron with her breasts fully exposed, she felt dizzy under his gaze. Thinking he was about to cum, she squeezed her eyes shut—only to be pulled onto the bed. The moment she was laid down, he latched onto her breast.

“Haa… hnn…”

Between her raised thighs, his cock—slick with precum—pushed inside her and began pounding with wet, heavy slaps. He rubbed his length between her tight thighs while sucking hard on her breasts until her nipples ached. Every time he licked and sucked her swollen peaks with wet, obscene sounds, milk sprayed into his mouth, making her toes curl.

“Hng… ah… haa…”

Seo-woo twisted her waist and scattered moans. Every time their bodies slapped together hard enough to make her thighs sting, she worried he would notice how her wet pussy twitched. Eon-hyeok squeezed her breasts as if trying to drain every drop of milk and sucked greedily. It was completely different from the gentlemanly way he would gently massage her aching breasts with a soft towel when she suffered from engorgement at home.

“Ah, fuck…”

After thrusting like a beast in heat, he finally reached his climax. He shoved his cock between her thighs and came all over her stomach. Thick ropes of semen shot up to her chin and splattered across her breasts, covering her upper body. After climaxing, Eon-hyeok trembled like an animal and licked the white milk from the corners of his mouth. Seeing it, Seo-woo felt a sudden thirst in her throat. He looked at her flushed face and smiled as he whispered,

“You’re really good at cleaning. Thanks to you, I came so much.”

The way Eon-hyeok delivered vulgar words so elegantly made them sound even filthier to Seo-woo’s ears. His hands kneaded her cum-covered breasts, sliding slowly from her soaked panties up to her lips as if licking her with his gaze. The obscene words and heated stare made her head spin with arousal. She tried to play along clumsily, letting out the kind of line she had only heard in porn.

“Thank… you…”

“Thank me for cumming?”

“…Yes, Master.”

Was that the right thing to say? Seo-woo watched Eon-hyeok’s eyes narrow in what looked like anger and drew out her answer carefully. He finally let out a frustrated breath and growled about how many videos she must have watched. The thought that in her fantasies she might have served over two hundred different “masters” made him want to delete every porn file and make sure she could never watch them again. He squeezed her breast and asked,

“Where did you learn to say things like that? Do you have another master?”

“No, I don’t—ah, mmmph…”

“Bite.”

Seo-woo shook her head quickly, but when he shoved the hem of the apron into her mouth, she obediently bit down on it. The lifted apron revealed her lower body, which wore nothing but a single pair of panties. When he spread her legs, the fabric was so soaked it clung darkly to her pussy. Eon-hyeok lowered his head and licked her through the cloth.

“You have to watch properly while I eat your pussy.”

“Haa… hnn… haa…”

Only after hearing Eon-hyeok’s command did Seo-woo lower her gaze to where his face was buried between her legs. Every time he licked the soaked fabric, making her plump, parted folds stand out, her hips jerked. She was forced to watch her own face twist in pleasure right in front of his eyes. After a while, he finally pulled the fabric aside and lifted his head.

“You’re better at getting cleaned than at cleaning, Seo-woo. I haven’t even fucked you properly yet and you’re already dripping everywhere.”

“I’m sorry—haaa… ah!”

Seo-woo reflexively apologized, then shuddered the moment his tongue dove between her folds. His tongue slid through her soft, sensitive flesh, searching for her clit. When he rubbed the swollen, exposed nub with the tip of his tongue, she let out a broken moan and bucked wildly. When he pushed a finger into her soaked entrance and began thrusting, her vision blurred.

“Look at you begging for Master’s cock, hm?”

“Haa… nngh… ah, Master… ah…”

Seo-woo was naturally calling him Master now. All her nerves were focused on the relentless suction on her clit and the fingers stirring inside her. Every word that left her mouth was a moan mixed with lewd cries. When he added a second finger, wet squelching sounds filled the room. The moment he pulled his fingers out, Seo-woo trembled uncontrollably. The empty hole, stretched by his fingers, twitched as if longing to be filled.

“Stop clenching your pussy and wait.”

At the end of Eon-hyeok’s words, the sound of a condom packet tearing echoed. The soaring anticipation faded for a moment. After seeing her suffer during pregnancy, labor, and recovery, Eon-hyeok had decided to get a vasectomy. But when Seo-woo begged for a second child, he had put it on hold. A hold was only a hold—he had no intention of making her suffer through back-to-back pregnancies. Yet she grabbed his arm. When he looked down at her, she asked with a hesitant, pleading expression.

“Can’t we do it without one?”

“Are you trying to get pregnant with the second one right away?”

“But it didn’t happen right away last time either.”

Seo-woo knew how worried Eon-hyeok was that she might ruin her body by having children one after another. It had taken nearly a year for their first child to be conceived. That was why she wanted to start trying for the second one early. Saying such a serious thing while wearing nothing but an apron on her naked body felt embarrassingly lewd, so her voice grew smaller.

“We have to keep trying hard… for it to happen…”

“So we have to fuck hard starting right now?”

Eon-hyeok tossed the condom aside and asked. Seo-woo hadn’t used quite such crude language, but he wasn’t wrong, so she blushed and nodded. Eon-hyeok grabbed her ankles and pulled her body toward him. He rubbed his leaking tip against her recently tightened entrance. The narrow gap greedily sucked at his cockhead. Seo-woo frowned at how overwhelming it felt after nearly a year. The more she spread her thighs to ease the stinging fullness, the deeper he sank.

“Haa… it’s so big… too big… ahh…”

“Haa… you’ve developed a bad habit. Begging me to fuck you raw.”

Eon-hyeok looked down at his cock halfway buried inside her and let out a rough breath. The sight of his thick, dark shaft pushing between her pale thighs was so obscene it made his stomach tighten with depravity. Seeing her cry from the overwhelming stretch after so long without penetration filled him with both worry and shameless arousal. Suppressing all his sadistic and destructive urges, he slowly lowered his body and kissed her forehead. Then he exhaled the breath that had been caught in his throat and spoke.

“Haa… do you want me to cut my cock off?”

Seo-woo didn’t even seem aware of how tightly her lower belly was squeezing him. She gripped the sheets so hard her knuckles turned white, trembling as she shook her head. Eon-hyeok kissed her tearful face again and found her clit with his fingers, slowly rubbing it to coax her pleasure. The more he rolled the sharp, hardened peak, the more she soaked the sheets and moaned.

“Haa… nngh… ahh…”

“Just from rubbing here, you’ve opened right up inside.”

Eon-hyeok felt her inner walls loosen from their death grip and smiled as he pulled his lips away. He pushed deeper into the slick, softening passage. Every time she let out a pained moan, he rubbed her clit to make her wetter. He whispered soothingly as she twisted and moaned beneath him.

“It’s okay. It’s almost all the way in.”

“It’s too… big… how much further… haa… uhh…”

“You used to take it every single day before you had the baby. Spread your legs more.”

When Seo-woo spread her trembling thighs wider, Eon-hyeok slowly pushed all the way to the hilt. He looked down lovingly at her gasping, hiccupping moans and began to move his hips, stirring her tight walls. The wet slap of skin on skin made her whole body shudder. Eon-hyeok was satisfied with the sight of her—cum-splattered breasts exposed, maid apron hiked up, taking his cock between her legs.

“You swallowed it all so prettily.”

He praised her and leaned down to kiss her. With his cock buried deep inside and his tongue invading her mouth, Seo-woo felt as if every one of her holes was being filled and claimed by him. Wet, squelching sounds accompanied their slow thrusts, and every time their tongues tangled, even more obscene noises spilled out. Eon-hyeok reached for her breasts while still thrusting into her. He kneaded the heavy flesh and pinched her nipples between his fingers. Seo-woo cried out wildly.

“Hngh… ah!”

A thin spray of milk shot onto the back of Eon-hyeok’s hand. He licked it off right in front of her. Seo-woo’s face burned at the visual stimulation. But that only lasted a moment. When he grabbed her hips and began slamming into her, her body shook nonstop and her vision blurred. Her breasts bounced wildly, and droplets of milk fell across her torso.

“Haa… fuck, what a view.”

A low groan escaped Eon-hyeok. Her narrow, wet walls squeezed him so tightly that even as he grimaced, his arousal surged and his reason grew razor-thin. Seeing Seo-woo pinned beneath him, her heavy breasts bouncing as she wailed in ecstasy, made his thrusts grow more urgent. The way her tearful eyes fluttered open to look at him while he pounded into her made his climax rush closer. Every time, he wanted to say something filthy.

“You’re spraying milk everywhere while I fuck you—haa—do you want a baby?”

“Yes… hnn… ah… yes! Ah!”

Even while her mind was melting, Seo-woo nodded frantically like a broken doll. The sensation of being pierced over and over consumed every nerve. When he rubbed her clit, she became so sensitive she raked her nails down the sheets. Every time her breasts were kneaded and her nipples twisted, her lower belly clenched, and his cock slammed through that tight gap with heavy thrusts.

“Haa… fuck… ah… hng…”

“Ah… nngh… ahng! Nngh… hng!”

Seo-woo couldn’t even tell if she was cumming anymore. It felt like a flood had burst from the relentless pounding, and her thighs kept shaking. He was slamming into her with everything he had. The wet, filthy sounds of their joined bodies grew faster and faster. Seo-woo instinctively sensed his climax approaching and moaned desperately.

“Inside… inside… haa… ahh… hng! Ahng!”

“Inside—haa—fuck—I’m going to cum inside.”

Eon-hyeok’s eyes narrowed fiercely at her lewd begging as he growled. His hips slammed forward with brutal force before he buried himself deep and came. Seo-woo convulsed along with the beast-like trembling of his body. She had already sobbed through one orgasm that had made her squirt, and now a second one crashed over her, bringing tears to her eyes. Overwhelmed by an orgasm so intense it soaked her cheeks, she trembled with her toes stretched stiff.

“Haa… uhh… uhh…”

“Are you crying?”

Eon-hyeok leaned down and kissed the corner of her eye as he asked gently. But lifting her onto his lap without pulling out was anything but gentle. Even after cumming once, his cock was still hard. He kissed her cheeks repeatedly while slowly rocking his hips upward. The sensitive flesh rubbed against his cockhead, and instead of stopping her tears, Seo-woo began to sob with hiccupping cries. Eon-hyeok asked again, teasing his crying wife who was overwhelmed by sensation.

“I gave you my cock and you’re still crying, Seo-woo.”

“It’s… so deep… haa… it’s too much… nngh… hnn…”

The cock buried vertically inside her was hitting a completely different spot than before. Seo-woo tried to grab his shoulders but her strength failed and she clutched his arms instead. Eon-hyeok took both her hands in his, lacing their fingers together as if to give her something to hold on to, then mercilessly thrust upward. He watched her milk-heavy breasts bounce as if they might fall off and spoke in crude tones.

“I need to watch your tits shake, so just sit here for a bit.”

“Pervert… ah… hng… you pervert… hngh… ah!”

“Haa, that’s why you married me. Because you like perverts.”

Eon-hyeok answered quietly to Seo-woo, whose face was bright red as she called him a pervert. Despite his relaxed tone, the way his hips churned inside her was desperate. He thrust upward so hard it seemed he might lift her into the air, his eyes following the bouncing trajectory of her breasts. Knowing she had been carrying a child only months ago, he looked at the darkened, swollen nipples and pulled her closer, taking one into his mouth. Seo-woo trembled as his cock slipped halfway out.

“Hngh… ah… hng…”

“There’s no baby to suckle, so your husband has to drink it.”

Eon-hyeok said, showing his milk-white tongue. Hearing his depraved words, Seo-woo clenched her lower belly. She was embarrassed, yet undeniably aroused. That was why she couldn’t refute the claim that she had married a pervert because she liked perverts. It was the truth. Feeling his lips suckling greedily at her breast as if trying to milk her dry, Seo-woo cried out wildly—then was slammed back down onto his cock with a heavy thrust. The repeated pounding made her vision flash white.

“Haa… ugh… ah!”

“Haa, beg me to cum.”

Eon-hyeok stopped thrusting, clenched his teeth, and urged her. He was on the verge of climax but deliberately held back, tensing his thighs, wanting to hear her say filthy things. Seo-woo stared at him with unfocused eyes, panting every time he drove into her. When the sensation suddenly cut off, she trembled and clenched hard around him. She wanted him to keep going, to scratch even deeper inside. As if missing the savage way he had been pounding her, she rocked her hips, trying to rub her inner walls against his thick cockhead.

“Inside… more… hnn… give me more… please… faster…”

“Fuck… seriously…”

Losing all reason at her urging, Eon-hyeok pounced on her like a beast. He pushed her down again, mounted her, and slammed into her wildly. He fucked her through her sobbing, shuddering orgasm and filled her with cum. Even after two releases, the arousal filling his mind refused to fade. He crawled between her legs and licked her clean. Every time he sucked and spread her folds, her hole twitched and pushed out more semen. Eon-hyeok pushed it back in with his fingers and scolded her.

“Don’t spit it out.”

“Hngh… ah… b-but… hick!”

Hearing her sob and make excuses, Eon-hyeok devoured her pussy with even more greed. He stood her against the window and thrust into her soaked depths. The illuminated garden of the old mansion came into view, and he felt her tense. Standing on her tiptoes, she gasped every time he drove into her from behind and asked in a panicked voice.

“If someone… hnn… walks by… haa!”

“Then why is your pussy clenching so hard?”

Extremely aroused, Eon-hyeok slammed into her as if to punish the walls that gripped him so tightly. He kept thrusting, pushing more of the thick, creamy foam back inside her twitching hole. Even as her insides convulsed with overwhelming pleasure, she spoke as if worried. He scratched at that contradictory excitement and asked,

“Do you want someone to watch?”

“No—ah, ugh… nngh… ah!”

Seo-woo shook her head no even as she clenched around him with all her strength. Feeling it, Eon-hyeok irritably grabbed the curtain and yanked it shut. He already knew she wasn’t the type to give her heart to anyone but him. They were married. They had a child. There was trust. Still, the jealousy was unavoidable. He pressed her against the wall until she was flush against it and warned her in her ear.

“If you feel empty when I’m not here and watch porn, you’re going to be punished.”

“Hngh… yes… ah… ugh… ahk!”

Seo-woo could barely speak properly because of the way his thrusts kept knocking the breath out of her. She nodded frantically. Her legs, which had been standing on tiptoe to endure the relentless stimulation, had gone limp. Every time he grabbed her body and pounded into her so hard her feet left the ground, she sobbed and cried. The possessive, fierce way he bound her was overwhelming—she wanted to escape, yet she didn’t want to leave his arms.

“From now on, when you go into heat, you have to beg your husband to put it in.”

“Yes… hngh… ah… yes!”

Eon-hyeok kissed her cheek lovingly when she answered his command with a moan-filled reply. His rough thrusts grew faster and faster until he moved as if trying to break her and reached his climax. Their legs, pressed tightly together, trembled at the same time as milky cum and arousal dripped onto the floor. Even after that, he kept driving into her so relentlessly that Seo-woo began to regret provoking him earlier. The apron that had been draped over her naked body had long since fallen to the floor, and the bed shook violently above it. Pinned beneath him, she cried until fresh tears fell over the old tear tracks, then fell into a deep, exhausted sleep. When Seo-woo opened her eyes again, it was the early dawn.

“You can sleep more.”

The moment Eon-hyeok sensed her stirring, he brushed her hair back and spoke. Seo-woo realized her body—completely free of any traces of their passionate night—had been gently washed and dressed in fresh pajamas. She also noticed he had put socks on her feet, knowing she suffered from cold extremities. Smiling at the natural, caring traces he had left behind, she burrowed into his arms. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, he lifted his arm and pulled her close once more.