DFY Ch 8

Junwoo gently licked Sodam while roughly stroking himself.

His orgasm seemed endless. Usually, he was spent after one ejaculation, but with Sodam before him, his penis refused to subside.

He diligently lapped at her until sunrise. Sodam, in a half-awake state, blissfully accepted his ministrations.

Although they hadn’t had intercourse, they had shared an intimate and precious moment.

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“Ah… I’m so happy…”

Sodam woke to the streaming sunlight and murmured her happiness.

Then, reality hit.

Oh, shit!

Waking up happy meant she was late!

She bolted upright, realizing a moment too late that she was in an unfamiliar place.

Then she saw him, her boss, meticulously cleaning between her legs with a warm towel.

“Were you that happy?”

Junwoo smiled brightly at her.

Sodam’s jaw dropped.

For a moment, she couldn’t believe it. She pinched her cheek, wondering if her lustful body was simply having a vivid dream.

It hurt like hell.

This wasn’t a dream.

Oh god…

What have you done?!

“T-Team Leader?”

“I sucked on you so much last night that your pussy is all swollen. I’m sorry. Does it hurt?”

Her pussy?!

Sodam was shocked by the vulgarity coming from her boss’s mouth.

The kind of dirty talk she only read in erotic novels was being casually uttered by her impeccably dressed, polite team leader.

With a bright, disarming smile.

Sodam stammered, staring at Junwoo, who continued to talk about her “swollen pussy.”

“What are you…?”

She instinctively pulled the covers over herself, but they only covered her upper body.

Junwoo simply smiled and slid the warm towel between her legs again.

“Stay still. I’m almost done.”

His gentle tone felt strange.

The chairman’s spoiled youngest son, the parachuted-in Team Leader Yoon Junwoo.

He was cleaning her intimate area with the tender voice of a completely different person.

“Team Leader, why are you doing this…?”

Sodam finally recoiled, trying to find her voice to protest.

But then, she remembered the things she had said last night, fueled by alcohol.

‘My boyfriend… he’s impotent… hng…’

‘What matters is a dick that doesn’t quit!’

‘Junghyuk’s dick… sob… I thought it just didn’t work… but it’s also tiny… hng…’

‘The way you talk is so sexy.’

‘P-Please stop… Hnh, put it in!’

Kill me now!

The drunken ramblings of last night were now mortifyingly clear in her sober mind.

Sodam wanted to rip her hair out. She had spilled her deepest, darkest secrets to her boss without a filter.

“You know what? I came seven times before my dick finally gave up. But seeing you awake has it perked up again.”

“Ahh…”

Sodam stared blankly at Junwoo, her face burning.

Calling his dirty talk sexy had been the alcohol talking. The real Wang Sodam did not enjoy this.

Everyone had fantasies, right?

That’s why high-level romance novels existed.

Sodam wasn’t bold enough to act on them in real life.

Although, she couldn’t deny her arousal.

“I’ll go shower first. You can sleep a little longer. I’ll take you home after you change.”

Instead of berating her for her drunken behavior, Junwoo acted like they were lovers, kissing her forehead before heading to the bathroom.

As he walked away, his backside was prominently displayed.

The sight of his testicles swaying with each step was… appealing.

No!

What the hell are you thinking, you pervert?!

Slam.

The moment the bathroom door closed, Sodam scrambled to get dressed.

She wanted to escape this place immediately.

“Ouch!”

In her haste, a sharp pain shot through her. They hadn’t even had sex, just a lot of rubbing.

Her vulva was swollen and tender, as if she’d spent half a day soaking in a hot bath.

“What have I done?!”

Muttering to herself, Sodam rushed out of the bedroom.

This was the infamous Hannam-dong villa she’d only heard about.

The place was so huge that finding the front door took a while, despite the breathtaking view.

She felt a shiver down her spine, as if a ghost were pulling her hair.

She escaped the complex and hailed a taxi.

She needed to go home and then to work…

Which meant facing Yoon Junwoo again.

The thought made her dread going to work.

But then, she remembered her overdrawn bank account.

Sigh.

Maybe it would be better to get into a traffic accident on the way home.

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“Sodam, are you awa…? Sodam?”

Junwoo emerged from the bathroom, expecting to find Sodam asleep in bed, but she was gone.

He frantically searched the entire 50-pyeong apartment, unable to believe she had disappeared.

Finally, he had to accept that she was gone.

“What happened…?”

Confusion washed over him.

Had he blacked out last night?

Had he taken advantage of a drunk woman?

Had she fled in fear, thinking he had assaulted her?

But she was the one who grabbed his penis first.

His thoughts were a jumbled mess.

And yet, his penis, still half-hard, twitched in front of him.

He had come seven times throughout the night and three more times while showering.

Ten orgasms, and this damn thing still wouldn’t quit.

It seemed his body was still restless from tasting Sodam’s intoxicating body without having fully possessed her.

“This isn’t the time to be thinking about this.”

He needed to hear Sodam’s side of the story. If she had blacked out and was now misinterpreting the situation, he needed to apologize. And if she hadn’t blacked out and had run away knowingly…

“Sigh, fuck. What the hell happened?”

Junwoo ran his hand through his wet hair.

“Is she embarrassed?”

After all, they had engaged in some pretty wild behavior last night, fueled by alcohol.

The thought made Wang Sodam seem even more endearing.

She had enthusiastically reciprocated his advances and engaged in dirty talk. Now that she was sober, she was probably mortified.

Oh, she’s so cute.

I can’t wait to see her.

I need to go to work and comfort her.

Junwoo started getting ready for work, caught up in a happy fantasy.

Sodam’s silent departure was unsettling, but considering her usually reserved nature, her embarrassment wasn’t entirely surprising.

“Ah, she’s so cute…”

Junwoo was an optimist.

Having grown up with every privilege, his world was a beautiful garden.

And now, the most beautiful flower of all, Wang Sodam, was blooming within it.

A smile spread across his face.

“I might end up kissing her while comforting her. She’ll be even more embarrassed if it happens at work. Which will make her even cuter.”

But first, he had to tame his persistent erection before he could put on his suit.

Back in the bedroom, he grabbed the towel he’d used to clean Sodam and stroked himself again.

He’d ejaculated so much that only a meager amount of dried semen came out.

Finally subduing his lower body, Junwoo put on his suit and grabbed his car keys.

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“Are you out of your mind?! Do you think you can just waltz in here after pulling a stunt like that?”

The moment Sodam stepped inside, her mother, Jung Chunghee, who had been waiting like a ghost on the sofa, erupted.

Thankfully, her father was out at work. But her older sister, Wang Soyoung, chimed in, adding fuel to the fire.

“Mom, she seriously needs to get a grip. Calling off the wedding after sending out invitations, turning the family upside down, turning off her phone, and now staying out all night. She’s clearly lost it.”

Sodam glared at her sister, two years her senior, gritting her teeth.

Normally, she would have argued back, but considering her recent actions, she couldn’t say a word.

“I ate seaweed soup after giving birth to you… I’m so embarrassed I can’t even show my face in the neighborhood…”

Chunghee rained blows on Sodam’s back. The stinging pain was intense. Judging by the force of her mother’s slaps, she was in excellent health.

Live long and prosper, Mom!