A knock was heard on Yun Ki's chamber door.
Then, two.
The gold encrusted heavy gate shuttering and thundering as the prods over it grew heavier by the minute.
Yun Ki was sprawled in bed, smothered into Areum's breasts, drooling over the cushiony feeling her mounds lent his heavy head.
Areum, who had her fingers tangled in his hair shifts uncomfortably, causing Yun Ki's head to roll off of what he had been using as a makeshift cushion.
His eyes are groggy and the intrusive panders and rapt placed by the person behind the door increased in intensity, causing Yun Ki's eyes to widen as he watches how the latch over his side of the door is about to displace, to allow the doors to open.
He covers Areum's naked figure in the soft linen of his bedsheets and wears his sandals, peering shut his robe as he runs a hand over his face.
Whoever was on the other side of the door was going to be greeted with nothing but a thunderstorm.
