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Woohyeok didn’t answer, just turned away. Soobin let go of his hand and took off her sandals. She let her dress fall to the floor and turned around, wearing only her underwear. She shed the rest of her clothes as she walked to the bathroom.

She opened the door to the bathroom and looked back over her shoulder at Woohyeok, who was still standing there, watching her.

“Aren’t you coming? I’ve been on the receiving end enough. I’m going to get my revenge.”

Her figure, no matter how many times he saw it, was captivating.

She flaunted her curves expertly, more brazenly than usual. The sight made him instinctively harden.

Woohyeok chuckled and stepped forward, causing Soobin’s still-drunk eyes to soften.

He stripped off his clothes, and when he was standing naked behind her, Soobin took his hand and led him into the bathroom. She pushed him gently against the wall, her hand on his chest, her voice low.

“Just watch. Until I tell you to move.”

Her eyes, heavy with desire, roamed over his body.

The unfamiliar sensation of being subjected to the same scrutiny he usually gave to others was surprisingly arousing. He was already hard.

Interesting.

Soobin ran her manicured nails down his chest, then stepped back and turned on the water. Steam quickly filled the bath.

She tilted her head back, letting the water cascade down her chin, then turned and let the spray wash over her body.

“Aah…“

A low moan escaped his lips, captured by the breathtaking sight. 

Soobin turned her gaze to Woohyeok, her eyes widening at the sound. She raised a finger and brought it to her lips, which glistened with moisture. 

“Shhh. No sounds either.”

She smiled seductively as his lips curved into a grin.

Soobin turned away from him, her smile fading. This wasn’t her usual style, but she had to get his attention.

Just play the role.

She bit her lip to remind herself of her purpose. Then she turned back to him, her expression carefully composed.

Her skin, already flushed from the alcohol, glowed in the hot water. She swayed her hips as she walked toward him. She pressed her body against his and wrapped her hand around the tip of his penis, which rested against her stomach.

The hard length pulsed in her hand, throbbing with life.

Woohyeok’s lips parted slightly and Soobin rose to her tiptoes, her nose brushing his lips.

“You want this, don’t you?”

“……”

“You’re a good boy.”

His thickness, too much for her hand to fully encompass, felt good in her grasp. The smooth, wet texture heightened her awareness of his hard muscles and pulsing veins.

“You really make me curious. I wonder how long you can last.”

She traced his jawline with her fingers, lifting his chin.

She pressed her lips to his neck. His skin, seemingly rough, felt surprisingly soft under her lips.

Her lips trailed down his chest, lingering on his hard pectorals. This was new to her, but her desire to explore him felt natural.

Soobin squatted down, closed her eyes tightly, and opened her mouth. The sheer size of him filled her mouth and pressed against her tongue. She barely managed to keep herself from gagging. 

She was determined to eat him.

Woohyeok watched Soobin and swallowed hard. The confined space, the struggle, the tangle, it was as if it consumed his mind. 

It was quite a struggle to keep his hands from reaching for her tiny head. He wanted nothing more than to hold her captive in his hands, to raise her hips at will. 

He was used to being in control and this passive role was frustrating.

His patience was wearing thin.

Finally, he grabbed her hair.

Soobin’s hands, which had been gripping his thighs, reached desperately for the wall. But she was helpless against the strength of his hands, driven by uncontrollable lust.

She choked, gagged, and slapped his thighs before he finally released her.

“Ugh! What… what are you doing?!”

“It’s so tempting, I can’t resist.” 

Soobin glared at him, wiping her drooling lips with the back of her hand.

“You said you’d do as I say.”

“That doesn’t mean I’ll obey. As you know, I wasn’t raised right.”

The hand that had just grabbed Soobin’s hair jerked upward. 

She didn’t want to follow the gesture, which was like an order. But she couldn’t just sit there any longer, so she had no choice but to stand up.

Woohyeok brushed away the tears that clung to her lower lashes.

“Where did you learn to do that?”

“Do I have to learn? It comes naturally.”

“Then you must be a natural. Or you were just born to fit into my body, both above and below.”

Soobin glared at him. She bristled at his words, which reduced her to nothing more than an object for his pleasure.

She opened her mouth to retort, then closed it again. It was pointless; he would just twist her words around.

“You might want to treat your ‘perfect fit’ a little more gently. I’m not an object. I’m a person. If I break, I’ll run away. I’m more important than my ‘curiosity’.”

“It seems I haven’t piqued your curiosity enough.”

Soobin tilted her head back, a smirk playing on her lips.

“You disappointed me. I thought you would have more patience.”

“Ha.“

He chuckled at her outrageous accusation.

On the surface, the word ‘patience’ seemed far removed from him. But considering the countless years he had endured for a single purpose, it wasn’t something to be dismissed so easily.

A wave of anger washed over him at her words, spoken with such naive confidence. He shoved her roughly under the shower spray.

“Ahh!“

Soobin yelled, wiping the water from her eyes.

“You’re ruining my makeup.”

“So what? I like you like this. Don’t you know? The cleaner you are, the more desirable you are.”

Soobin’s heart skipped a beat, a wave of heat rushing through her body.

She was grateful for the hot water that washed her skin, otherwise he would have seen her blush.

“…I don’t like getting wet like this.”

“You came here to get wet, didn’t you?”

Woohyeok stepped closer, pushing her back against the wall. He stepped under the spray and pulled her face down to his.

This made it easier for Soobin to open her eyes, and she stared intently at Woohyeok’s face. 

“Why?”

“I’m asking permission.”

“Permission? To do what?”

“To do as I please. I don’t want to hear you complain about my impatience again.”

“No. I can’t pass up an opportunity like this. Besides, I don’t want to do it without a condom.”

“Then you shouldn’t have tempted me.”

Her wet face held an unusual expression of dissatisfaction.

Woohyeok leaned in again, asserting himself, but Soobin pressed both hands against his chest.

“Don’t assume it always has to lead to sex. I don’t even think about it. Don’t tell me you were planning on changing the rules in the middle of the game?”

“If you want to tease me like that, you have to take responsibility.”

So far, Woohyeok had always ignored her protests and taken what he wanted. Emboldened, Soobin continued.

“Jeong Woohyeok-ssi.”

Woohyeok’s eyes narrowed at her cold tone.

“If you really want to enjoy yourself, you should avoid situations that make your partner feel uncomfortable. I may not know much, but I’m sensitive to that.” 

“Duly noted.”

His immediate agreement deflated her carefully constructed defiance.

Soobin sighed, her shoulders slumping.

He was difficult to deal with on so many levels.

She knew what she was getting into, but controlling her own emotions was proving to be a challenge. It was hard to keep up with his relentless pace.

She had no choice but to play along. She placed her hand on his chest and pushed him gently toward the bathroom door.

“Well? Hurry up and get it.”

“I thought you wanted to stop.”

“Does someone who wants to stop look like this?”

She ran her fingers down his hard length.

Woohyeok smiled at her blatant provocation.

He enjoyed the challenge she posed, the way she seemed to comply and rebel at the same time.

He felt a strange sense of accomplishment, a feeling he didn’t usually get from simply dominating a woman. He didn’t understand why he found her defiance so much more rewarding than her obedience.

That’s why I can’t let her go.