IMFOBO | CH 59 | At the Kiln 2

Tae-san found himself really liking the earthenware that young Eun-cho must’ve crafted with her tiny, meticulous hands.

Compared to her grandmother’s masterpieces, they were clearly clumsy and uneven—easy to pick out at a glance. But maybe that’s why they drew his eyes more.

Maybe it was because he could now truly feel the tender affection her grandmother had poured into her.

Things he’d never paid attention to before started feeling special.

Even the small changes in his wife, who used to keep her emotional doors firmly shut, stood out now.

It was strange, really.
For someone like Ryu Tae-san, who’d been indifferent to people to the point of coldness, to suddenly want to know about someone’s past.

He hadn’t realized that curiosity about another person could be the spark that deepens emotions.

“Are you cold? Should I turn on the heater?”

The heater? You planning on staying here with me that long?

Instead of answering, Tae-san just smiled, satisfied, and gave a small nod.

Eun-cho, clearly used to it, went over to the old wood-burning stove and began lighting it up, turning around from time to time to glance at him.

Crackle, crackle.

The dried logs caught fire with a cozy sound, filling the space with a faint smokiness.

The kiln hadn’t fully cooled yet, so it hadn’t been cold before, but with the fire now going, warmth started to spread in the closed-off room.

As the temperature noticeably rose, they both took off their coats and laid them on the table. The lighter clothes made moving around much easier.

Tae-san carefully looked around the workshop, gently running his fingers along the earthenware. His fingertips felt their rough texture.

Before he knew it, Eun-cho had come up beside him. Standing next to each other no longer felt awkward.

“Oh! Not that one. This is the most recent piece I made. Don’t you think this plate looks kinda legit?”

The way her eyes crinkled when she smiled was ridiculously pretty.

Honestly, she was too pretty—it made it hard to keep his thoughts clean even in moments like this.

Eun-cho chattered on proudly, clearly thrilled to finally share all this.
He wondered how she’d kept it in this long.

She’d clearly let her guard down.

Usually, having a good face and a fat wallet was all he ever needed…

But this woman, Eun-cho, who brushed off all that like it was nothing, was opening up just because he listened to her talk about pottery.

Tae-san glanced toward the quiet outside.

There wasn’t much chance anyone would show up at this old kiln nestled in the corner of the property, but something about the space—it held her childhood, her memories—made him hesitant to treat it casually.

Since when had he started caring about that kind of detail?

Honestly, it was laughable.

“Oh? Was it me earlier?”

And yet—here she came again, totally clueless, closing the gap.

So innocent, so genuinely sweet, it made it harder to hold back.

She looked up at him with that bright face, totally unaware of how hard he was working to keep himself in check.

“Oh no, your face is red! I really didn’t do it on purpose.”

“What did you do?”

Eun-cho gently touched his chin, the same spot her head had bumped into earlier.

Her expression was full of concern.

“Well, it’s just… something kept poking me from behind, and—wait, no, that’s not it…”

At this point, Tae-san started to feel a little dizzy.

Was that innocent face real, or an act?

She didn’t just steal his heart—she twisted it and spun it like a damn fox.

“Still, I bet it hurt.”

Eun-cho wasn’t exactly short, but the height difference between them was pretty big thanks to Tae-san being so tall.

As she came in close, fussing over his chin like that…

Sure enough, the signal from below made itself known.

He felt the tension building in his core and grimaced.

Damn it.

He had no idea why this kept happening, but clearly, when it came to Eun-cho, his internal controls were just busted.

He’d had her just last night—and again earlier that day.

And sure, she’d been struggling to keep up with him, so he had held back, even shown a surprising amount of patience.
But honestly, if he really let loose next time…
He was kind of excited to find out how that’d go.

And yet, here he was again.

“Haa…”

“What’s wrong? Does it still hurt? Does it hurt more when I touch it?”

Her hair brushed gently against his neck, soft as it tickled his skin.
Her scent lingered sweetly under his nose.

Okay. Enough small talk.

This was self-defense.

“Mmph—!”

Tae-san wrapped an arm around her waist gently. Instinctively, Eun-cho stood on tiptoe.

As she rose, their breaths naturally mingled, warm and close.

Look at her keeping up so well.

His wife, quick to learn.

With this level of adaptability, even innocence wasn’t a bother.

In this unfamiliar but warm and cozy space, the kiss began.

The slick sound of lips meeting echoed softly.

“Mmh…”

Pleased that Eun-cho wasn’t resisting as fiercely anymore, Tae-san’s eyes crinkled gently.

The sound of her breathing being constricted, a soft whimper, was also pleasant.

The feeling of his reason snapping with just one kiss.

The fluorescent lights flickered several times before going completely dark.

In the pitch-black darkness, only the wood-burning stove emitted a flickering red glow.

The moment the heel of her tiptoed foot trembled precariously, Eun-cho, this time, wrapped her arms around Tae-san’s neck.

Before he could even hold her waist, Eun-cho embraced him first.

“Haa… haa…”

Her eyes and lips, flushed with heat, firmly captivated his gaze.

He should probably stop here.

Even though he knew that pushing Eun-cho further would only scare her.

Tae-san’s reason, like a burnt-out fluorescent bulb, had long since had its taut string snap.

“Come up here.”

Tae-san sat down on the old chair and pulled Eun-cho’s hand.

A dizzying weight settled on his throbbing lower body.

Eun-cho’s eyes widened at the heavy pressure she felt from below.

See?

Just that kiss from earlier was the right amount.

Instead of matching Eun-cho’s pace, it was Ryu Tae-san who was losing his mind.

“Ugh, Mr. Tae-san, let’s stop now.”

Instead of answering, Tae-san lifted his pelvis in a thrusting motion.

At the sensation of the heavy pressure once more, Eun-cho bit her lip, looking troubled.

Her expression was worried that a strange sound might escape.

Before Eun-cho could run away, he pressed his lips against hers again.

There was no room for the heat to subside.

Deliberately pressing his pelvis down hard as if to stimulate her, Eun-cho’s shoulders twitched.

He knew that the unfamiliar sensation was overwhelming for her, but he didn’t have the slightest desire to let go.

He was amused by Eun-cho accepting him even while struggling.

“Hngh, stop, stop it.”

He had only rubbed against her a few times with a pressing motion, yet even this stimulation made Eun-cho helpless.

A distance so close that he could clearly see her eyelashes fluttering.

A bizarre desire surged within him to lick away even the densely formed teardrops.

It was the limit.

Tae-san lifted the hem of her clothes and caressed her soft skin before impatiently stripping off Eun-cho’s top.

Snow-white skin filled his vision, swaying like waves.

Eun-cho was startled and instinctively covered her chest, where only her bra remained, but Ryu Tae-san had already seen it all.

“……!”

“Is it unfair? That you’re the only one a mess?”

The way she looked up at him instead of answering was sulky.

Ha, little did she know that the more she did this, the more his desire intensified.

There was no problem.

They could both become a mess together.

He creased his eyes languidly as he smiled and crossed his long arms to remove his top.

He still had Eun-cho sitting on his lap.

Thud, the sound of the thick sweater rolling onto the floor echoed.

“Is this enough?”

“I never told you to take it off.”

The workshop, swirling with a strange heat, wasn’t cold at all.

The space, with only the crackling light of the wood-burning stove, was dark.

The quiet darkness spread a tranquil curtain where they could focus entirely on each other.

Tae-san found the silence, where even a dry swallow could be conveyed to the other person, very pleasing.

Eun-cho blushed and turned her head away, seemingly embarrassed by the exposed body in front of her.

“You can touch here, too.”

He smiled innocently and pulled Eun-cho’s palm to place it on his chest.

Without realizing it, Eun-cho gripped the firm muscles beneath her hand.

Tae-san clearly saw a faint heat blooming in her endlessly trembling eyes.

“Here, and further down.”

When Eun-cho didn’t know what to do with her hand, Tae-san kindly placed his hand over hers and moved it.

Past the abs that felt like packed morning rolls, further down, further down…

He found Eun-cho, who was unfamiliar and confused, yet didn’t stop, admirable and cute.

“Haa… I can’t… It’s strange… Really, so strange.”

Eun-cho leaned her flushed forehead against Tae-san’s shoulder.

She caught her breath in short gasps, as if she couldn’t come to her senses at all.

Pleased with the light weight on him, Tae-san stood firm like a large mountain and didn’t back down.

“Looks like our baby didn’t know.”

Playfulness was evident in Tae-san’s voice.

He embraced Eun-cho’s slender body and kissed her round shoulder as if stamping a seal.

“It’s supposed to be strange.”

A low chuckle seeped into the tranquility.

Very erotically.