General Dong-man leaned back in his luxurious armchair, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. He had just finished speaking with the president, finalizing the details of his upcoming trip to Ukraine. As the head of the Korean Army, he was responsible for protecting his country, and he knew the task ahead would be arduous.
His thoughts were interrupted by the soft sound of footsteps. His wife, Nam-ra, entered the room, carrying a bowl of fresh fruit salad. She sat on his lap, her arms wrapped around his neck.
"Sweetheart, tomorrow I'm leaving for Ukraine," he said, his voice filled with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. "Are you okay with that?"
Nam-ra snuggled closer, her eyes filled with love. "Please don't go, baby. I can't stay without you," she whispered, her voice trembling.
Dong-man laid Nam-ra down on the couch, his heart aching at the sight of her vulnerability. He leaned down and kissed her deeply, their lips locked in a passionate embrace.
"Jagiya," Nam-ra whispered, her eyes closed.
Dong-man kissed her neck softly, his hands wandering down to her cleavage. She moaned, her voice soft and feminine. He knew this was probably the last time they would be together before he left for Ukraine. He wanted to cherish every moment, to savor every touch.
Nam-ra kissed him deeply, wrapping her legs around his waist. He carried her effortlessly to the bedroom, placing her gently on the bed. She removed her nightgown, revealing her naked body. This was probably the last time they would make love before he left. She wanted to remember every detail, to cherish every sensation.
Nam-ra straddled Dong-man, her back to his chest. He kissed her neck softly, his hands exploring her body. She gasped, her voice soft and feminine. Dong-man desired her deeply, his body aching for her.
He kissed her back, his hands sliding to her pink, wet core. She moaned, her voice sounding like a Japanese woman, a testament to her mixed heritage. Her core was smooth, with little hair, a testament to her meticulous grooming.
Dong-man looked at her body, his eyes filled with desire. He was so crazy about her, so obsessed with her. Nam-ra held his head from behind, her manicured nails rubbing his long, raven black hair, which was tied up in a messy bun.
Dong-man looked at her, his eyes filled with deep love. He felt very hurt to leave Nam-ra alone. She was so fragile, so vulnerable. His heart couldn't bear the thought of being away from her.
Nam-ra moaned, biting her finger. Dong-man rubbed her core softly, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. She held his hand tightly, her grip strong and possessive.
Dong-man smirked. Even after so long of marriage, with three grown adult children, Nam-ra was still shy during their lovemaking. She always closed her eyes, as if embarrassed by the intensity of her passion.
Nam-ra was a senior surgeon at Incheon Hospital, Mahima's superior. She was commanding and serious in the theater, but shy and timid in her husband's arms.
Dong-man pushed one finger inside Nam-ra's wet core. She gasped, her body trembling with pleasure. She held his hand, guiding it deeper. He started fingering her, her moans growing louder as he moved his fingers in rhythmic patterns. She couldn't get enough, her hips moving involuntarily.
Nam-ra was the leading surgeon in Korea, a woman of immense skill and authority. But in Dong-man's arms, she was a different person, a woman consumed by desire. Dong-man was certain that she would be going to Ukraine with him tomorrow, as the leading doctor on the medical team.
He kissed her neck, pressing her big breast. She looked at him, her eyes filled with love and lust. She loved how he dominated her, how he took her without mercy. Dong-man knew that Ukraine would not be an easy job, but with other soldiers there, they would return to Korea safely and sound.
He placed Nam-ra on the bed, her legs immediately spreading wide. She bit her finger, her eyes closed in pleasure. Dong-man looked at her, his gaze filled with so much love. He was so proud of her, so grateful for her.
Dong-man stripped, revealing his muscular chest and biceps. His neck and chest were covered in tattoos, a testament to his adventurous past. Nam-ra smiled widely. This was him, her husband, the most handsome and important man in her life.
She cupped his face, her heart overflowing with love. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion.
Dong-man smiled. "For what?"
"For being you," she replied, her eyes sparkling. "For protecting me. For loving me."
Dong-man pulled her close, his arms wrapping around her. He felt a surge of love for her, a deep, abiding affection that transcended words. He knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, he would always have her by his side.