[S]lowly, Yoo Jin-ho approached her side of the bed, a captivating gleam in his eyes. He carefully placed the pack of cigarettes on the bedside table near the keys, a mysterious anticipation building between them.
Sensing the electric tension in the air, he carefully toppled her onto the bed, their bodies inching closer.
Staring at her intensely, the brown in his eyes looked to be sucking in her soul. Huskily, he questioned, "Is that what you were expecting? What you Wanted?"
Her voice quivered as she stammered, "…W-what?"
He reached out silently, and teasingly traced the edge of her mask, sending a surge of excitement through her. The air crackled with desire as he leaned in, his lips hovering dangerously close to hers, inviting her into a realm of untamed passion.
"This…" He admitted, his fingers caressing near her lips, igniting a delicious shiver that traveled down her spine.
The moment his touch grazed her, she couldn't help but tense up, fighting to stifle a moan. The intense proximity left her feeling overwhelmed and breathless, his presence engulfing her senses.
"I'd wait a little bit for you to cope, but I'm pretty impatient when I want something or… someone!"
His warm breath fanned her face, robbing her of coherent thoughts and stirring a deep longing within her. She hated any type of physical touch from anybody who wasn't herself. But God, it felt too good to resist.
Just as she began to comprehend the depths of this unknown desire, Yoo Jin-ho's fingers ventured to stroke her flushed, heated ears, inundating her mind with his thoughts:
'So adorable… incredibly lovable!'
An electric surge coursed through her body, eliciting goosebumps and another suppressed gasp of pleasure, "mmph!"
"D-don't," she begged weakly, unsure about what she truly wanted to convey.
"Hah? Naughty girl," Yoo Jin-ho taunted, interpreting her words as her not wanting him to stop. "Do you like what I'm doing to you, hmm?"
"Don't s-say things like th-that—"
In a bold move, he leaned in and firmly pressed his lips against hers, kissing her through the mask and forcefully silencing her.
"Mmm!" she keened noisily, the sheer intensity of the kiss sending waves of heat coursing through their bodies.
The room was ablaze with desire as he trailed tender kisses across her forehead, left eye, right eye, and delicately caressed her flushed cheeks.
All the while, with only one of his thoughts echoing in her mind: 'gorgeous… gorgeous… gorgeous…'
It was like all her senses had been seduced, brainwashed into letting him do as he pleased.
Pausing for a moment, he took his leisure time to marvel something. He couldn't help but be captivated by her beauty, the way she looked, the way she felt against him.
"Say it," he murmured in a seductive tone as she struggled to contain her moans. "Say you want it!"
"W-we can't," she protested weakly.
Yoo Jin-ho chuckled softly. "No need to be all shy now! Isn't this why we're here in the first place?!"
"P-please, don't… S-stop," pleaded Lee Ju-hee with a fragile voice, his deep and velvety tone intensifying the burning sensation of his touch.
"Ok! Ok! I'll just give you what you want!" Yoo Jin-ho stated, admiring her features, and taking in every detail before gently lifting her face mask.
He was momentarily mesmerized by the sight of the small, black mole below the left corner of her lips. Without hesitation, he leaned in and sensually licked the spot, causing another moan to slip past her lips.
"Does it feel good? It looks like it does…" he remarked with a mischievous cocky smirk, gently caressing the little dot with his fingertips.
Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. Try as she might, she couldn't control it. The intensity of his earlier teasing, combined with this moment, overwhelmed her. The sheer passion was overwhelming, making it harder for her to exercise self-control.
Seizing the opportunity, Yoo Jin-ho's lips descended on hers briskly, kissing her passionately and voraciously, indulging in the exquisite sensation of her softness.
She couldn't help the embarrassing sounds that came from her as his tongue skillfully moved to explore the depths of her mouth. Another shudder ran through her, and Yoo Jin-ho felt it.
"Don't be scared," he comforted, sliding his legs between hers, his knee pressing against her secret part.
Her entire body was on fire. This shouldn't feel this good, yet there was a growing, uncomfortable wetness soaking the fabric of her underwear. Lee Ju-hee tensed at the discomfort, squeezing her thighs together, but he clicked his tongue disapprovingly, running his hand up her left leg and stroking her knee.
She grabbed his wrist. "D-don't… I'm…" But she couldn't find the right words to say.
Yoo Jin-ho tilted his head. "Nervous? I understand…"
Lee Ju-hee had hoped it meant the end of this whole situation, that he wouldn't go any further. But then, he leaned into her, applying gentle pressure against her closed legs.
She made a feeble attempt to resist, but it was futile as he forcefully positioned himself between her thighs.
When Yoo Jin-ho's hardness pressed against her budding wetness, her face burned hotter.
"That's better," Yoo Jin-ho praised with a hint of satisfaction.
His hand moved, and she let out a soft whimper as he gently squeezed her breast.
"I'll make you feel amazing," he promised, his eyes filled with lust as he shamelessly fondled the mound of flesh beneath his hand.
The fabric of her sweatshirt offered little resistance, revealing the shape of her breasts and the erect tips that yearned to be touched. With his thumb, he caressed one of her nipples, tracing circles around it, while his other hand attempted to snake underneath the piece of cloth to feel her skin.
Her body involuntarily squirmed at the warmth of his palm against her stomach and from each stroke against her sensitive peak. In that moment, she was brutally brought back to reality, the shock hitting her like a bucket of cold water.
With a burst of strength, she pushed him away, but his strong body seemed unaffected by her weak resistance. In a last attempt to defend herself, she gathered her courage and delivered a powerful knee strike to his groin.
"…F-fuck…" he collapsed beside her on the bedding, groaning in pain and holding the afflicted part, as curse words slipped from his lips. Confused, he asked, "W-what was that for?"
With bitterness, she stood up and glared down at him like she wanted to rip him to shred. Her voice filled with venom as she said, "I thought you were different. Turns out you're just like the rest! Complete scum!"
Still in pain, he managed to gasp out, "What are you t-talking about?"
"I'm saying you're such an asshole for trying to take advantage of me!" she exclaimed with cold indifference, adjusting her mask.
She wished she could've harm him. But attempting such a thing in a love hotel was risky.
Feeling frustrated with her circumstances, she chose to leave the situation behind, and mentally reminded herself that she would've taken matters into her own hands if they hadn't clocked in together.
Quickly grabbing her belongings from the bed, she dashed toward the door before he could recover and decided to chase after her. Luckily, she hadn't taken off her shoes when she entered, saving her the time of having to put them back on while trying to escape.
"W-wait!" he called out, his voice laced with confusion. Pausing in her track, she glanced back at him, her hand frozen at the door handle.
"Can you at least tell me your name?"
Sucking in a deep breath, she responded firmly, "We're never going to meet again! So, there's no point!"
It was her way of severing the connection between them both and it seemed like she'd made up her mind on this matter.
With that said, she was out, slamming the door behind and storming her way outside. Yoo Jin-ho, on the other hand, rolled over, lying flat on his back, while ignoring the burning pain in his groin as he stared up at the ceiling.
After a few moments of blinking and contemplating, he flipped over to his side, and punched a pillow. Then uttered in frustration, "Fuck!"
Letting out an exasperated expletive, Yoo Jin-ho realized that he'd been too rash. Now his stupidity and impulsiveness had earned him another blow to his pride.