Sunwoo was a tall, well-built man in his late twenties or early thirties. His casual attire did little to hide the muscles that rippled beneath his shirt as he walked confidently into the apartment with his wife. Nayoung, on the other hand, was a delicate, chubby woman with a bright and cheerful demeanor. Her chubby hands clasped together in delight as she gazed at the room.
"It's beautiful, honey, I love it!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with joy. Sunwoo nodded in acceptance of Nayoung's approval, a small smile playing on his lips. He was pleased to see her so happy, despite her struggles with weight.
He nodded enthusiastically at the agent. The agent maintained a practiced smile as he rifled through his folder, prepared to guide Sunwoo and his wife through the process of finalizing their decision.
"Alright, sir," the agent began, his tone polite and professional.
"These are some documents along with the deem..." his words trailed off as Sunwoo's attention drifted away, his mind already focused on the vision he had for the apartment they were about to purchase. He wasted no time as he fished his phone out of his pocket to dial one of his contacts, Yohan.
"Hey Yohan, got some supplies I need for the decor?" he asked.
Meanwhile, Mia was taking a moment for herself in her hostel room. After a quick shower, she sat cross-legged on her bed, the soft hum of the blow dryer filling the room as she dried her long, wet hair. With her roommate absent, Mia relished the rare opportunity to enjoy the tranquility of the space all to herself. After placing her blow dryer to the side, Mia picked up her phone and checked a forum where she was met with a flood of disparaging comments. The harsh words from Hee Young's fans made her visibly frustrated, as her self-image was tarnished. Despite her efforts to stay positive, the negativity weighed heavily on her, casting a shadow over her confidence and self-worth. The timing couldn't have been worse, as Ae-cha's fashion competition was just a few days away. And, her obligations as a cheerleader for the upcoming basketball match. She knew she had to restore her reputation before it was too late. The smug expression on Her Young's face during her next rehearsal only made her feel worse. However, her thoughts were interrupted by a video call. In a hurry, she quickly fixed her hair and unbuttoned a few buttons on her pajama shirt before accepting the call. Locking the door behind her, she put on a pitiful expression as she stared at the person on the other end of the call. Min Joon's brow furrowed with concern as he inquired,
"Are you alright, Mia?" She mustered a brave smile, attempting to hide the tears that shimmered in her eyes.
"I'm okay," she replied softly. Min Joon bit his lip, his eyes filled with empathy as he observed her pained expression.
"Please don't be upset. I'm here for you," he offered reassuringly. His gaze inadvertently drifted downward, briefly catching sight of Mia's ample bosom, which appeared soft and inviting as he gulped. Feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over him he quickly averted his eyes,
his cheeks flushing with a slow blush as he shifted uncomfortably.He felt a pang of guilt as he struggled to concentrate on comforting her instead of his own desires.
Nayoung ascended to the terrace, her eyes landing on Sunwoo seated on a weathered wooden bench. Just as he lifted a cigarette to his lips, he abruptly turned his head in her direction. Spotting her, he dropped the cigarette and stomped it out with his foot. Approaching him, Nayoung took a seat behind him, extending the documents and a faint smile.
"Are you happy we moved to the city?" Nayoung asked, searching Sunwoo's face for a response. He smiled but remained silent. With a contented sigh, she inched closer and rested her head on his shoulder.
"I'm happy if you are happy," she murmured, feeling the warmth of his body next to hers. Lifting her head off his shoulder, Nayoung urged Sunwoo to be open with her.
"Don't do anything you don't like just to make me happy," she said earnestly. "If you have something on your mind, just express it. I will understand." Sunwoo smiled again, the unspoken understanding between them palpable. Their eyes locked in a silent conversation, and in a swift movement, Sunwoo lowered his head to meet Nayoung's lips. Their kiss was passionate and intense, the connection between them electric. Nayoung had to pause to catch her breath, her heart racing.
"How long before the agent returns with our keys?" Sunwoo nuzzled into her neck as he spoke, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine.
"Probably an hour if there's traffic. Why?" Nayoung's voice was soft and velvety as she tried to suppress her moans, her fingers intertwining with his. He lifted her and descended as he stepped into the apartment. He ravished her lips leaving it sore and slightly swollen. As she knelt, she undid his pants. A long rod with a thick proximity popped out. It stood proudly as it twitched slightly with protruded veins. He watched her as she shoved it into her throat. She wasn't bad he couldn't deny but it would have been better if it was one of his mistresses. Her hands and mouth moved with precision and care as she tended to his length. He watched her work, impressed by her dedication. Once she finished, he lifted her gently in his arms and carried her to the kitchen, treating her like a fragile treasure as he laid her down on the table. As he bent over, his hunger was evident in the way he attacked her ends with gusto. Each twirl was savored, the soft yet firm texture of the walls pleasing him as his tongue danced in delight, relishing the burst of juices.
Her moans were a symphony of pleasure, a mixture of softness and unrestrained desire as she clutched onto his head. His tongue moved with fervor, igniting her senses and pushing her towards a peak of ecstasy. With a firm grasp on his hair, she lost control, a rush of release spilling over and staining his face and shirt.
"Did you like it?" His gaze held a mixture of tenderness and pride as he smiled at her, waiting for her response. She breathed slowly, her nod a subtle confirmation of her satisfaction. He showered her with wet, affectionate kisses before slowly slipping inside her.
At first, she tensed at the sensation of him against her entrance, causing him to groan with pleasure as he struggled to push further inside. He reached for her left mound which was soft and abundant, his touch gentle as he teased the other side with his tongue, coaxing her to relax. Gradually, she began to open up, allowing him to move in slowly, stretching her to her limits. As she finally took his full length, she felt herself stretched to the max, her eyes squeezing shut and her breath catching in her throat. Jared felt a surge of adrenaline as he tried to control his urge to thrust too quickly.
"Breathe," he said, his voice slightly forceful as he resisted the urge to thrust immediately. His gaze met hers, seeking reassurance as he entered her slowly, his movements rhythmic and measured.
As she relaxed into his embrace, her legs instinctively wrapped around him, pulling him closer. His thrusts became more urgent, his motions gaining speed as he lost himself in the moment. His excitement grew, driving him to push further, to go deeper. She clung to him, her nails digging into his back as their bodies moved together in a frenzy of passion. Their movements were rough and primal, fueled by an intense desire that consumed them both. Jared felt a sense of pure ecstasy, a rush of pleasure that washed over him in waves. In that moment, they were completely lost in each other, their passion deepening with each movement, every touch. Their bodies moved in perfect synchrony, building towards a climax that was both inevitable and utterly intoxicating.
Nayoung and Sunwoo reveled in the exhilarating dance of swapping positions, each one bringing new waves of pleasure and intensity, their desire for each other fueling their passion. With a hunger that burned fiercely within him, he wasted no time in diving back in, his desire for Nayoung insatiable. As their bodies moved together in a primal dance of passion and lust. Their movements became frantic and uninhibited, driven by a raw need that consumed them both. Sunwoo's touch ignited a fire within Nayoung that burned hotter with each passing moment. She surrendered herself completely to him, lost in the whirlwind of sensation and desire that pulsed between them. In that moment, they were both lost to the world around them, consumed by the raw passion and ecstasy that enveloped them. Sunwoo's hunger only grew more intense with each passing second, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they chased the ultimate peak of pleasure together.
With a long and fierce thrust, Nayoung was sent over the edge once more, her release shattering through her in a powerful wave. Sunwoo withdrew from her, his essence spilling onto the table. They exchanged a look, a silent communication of contentment filled her.
But Sunwoo zipped back his desire which was far from satisfied.