As Iseul rose to her feet, she straightened out her attire, and in a commanding tone, instructed him to follow suit.
She then gathered her hair into a neat ponytail, revealing the grace of her neck, before reaching down to retrieve her bag from the ground. However, before she could carry out her intentions, she was suddenly pulled by the waist.
With his full lips, he brushed the skin of her neck, and whispered in her ear in a hushed tone, "How can I possibly resist the temptation to touch you when you are so inviting?" His voice was low and filled with a mixture of longing and desire as he gazed into her eyes.
She placed her hand over his, which rested on her waist, and spoke in a sultry voice, "Stop with the false declarations."
Turning towards him, she pulled him closer until their faces were only a mere centimeter apart, and challenged him with a question.
"Is your interest in me solely because we share the same hobby, or do you truly believe that you have fallen in love with me?" She went on, "Don't just profess your love, be more consumed with me. Show me that you would do anything for me, even if it spells your downfall."
With those words, she pressed her lips against his in a deep, hard, and prolonged kiss, expressing the full extent of her passion.
He intensified the kiss, pulling her into his embrace as the world around them seemed to fade away.
He held her tightly, as if trying to merge their bodies together, and the kiss became more and more passionate, as if it was the only thing that existed in the universe.
Their bodies swayed in unison, and their hearts beat as one, as they lost themselves in the moment, completely consumed by the intensity of their desire.
As Park Joon returned to his abode, he made his way to his personal quarters.
The room was adorned with his two favorite colors, black and red.
The red symbolized the passion and vitality of life, while the black was a nod to Iseul's lustrous hair.
As he opened the bathroom door, he began to cleanse himself, wishing he could do so alongside Iseul. The thought of her was like a thirst he could never quench, and he longed to feel her close to him, to bask in the warmth of her embrace.
The mere thought of her sent a shiver down his spine and he closed his eyes, imagining her by his side as he washed away the remnants of the day.
Every day, he was plagued by the disturbing thought of wanting to take her life and add her body to his macabre collection, as if it were just another decoration adorning his walls.
The obsession consumed him, and he was unable to shake the desire to possess her in such a twisted and unnatural way.
The thought of having her under his control, of being able to gaze upon her beauty whenever he pleased, was like a drug to him. He knew it was wrong, knew that it was not the way that love should be expressed, but he was powerless to resist the urge.
The pull was too strong, and he was lost in a world where his dark desires overshadowed all else.
With his eyes closed, he allowed himself to be transported to a world where only she existed
He imagined her gorgeous physique, with its long, slender limbs and curves in all the right places. Her full and luscious lips, so enticing, were a constant source of distraction, and the way her dimples would appear whenever she feigned a smile, was simply irresistible.
The thought of her body was enough to make his heart race, and he couldn't help but be captivated by her beauty, her grace, and her allure. He longed to touch her, to feel her soft skin against his fingertips and to bask in the warmth of her embrace.
The mere thought of her was enough to drive him to the brink of madness.
As he pleasured himself, his handsome face became flushed and beads of sweat began to form on his brow, giving testament to the intensity of the physical sensations he was feeling at the moment.
After reaching the climactic conclusion of his solo act, he gazed down at his hand, now coated in the tell-tale evidence of his arousal, and with a satisfied smirk, he brought it up to his lips, cleansing it thoroughly with the deft movements of his tongue, savoring the taste as a final indulgence.