Travis pulled out, watching as her body trembled, her pussy still leaking everything he had left inside her. Choi's chest rose and fell in rapid, uneven breaths, her thighs twitching as if her body was still trying to process what had just happened. He smirked, feeling like he had conquered something—like he had won a marathon, not just finished another round.
' Two down, one to go, ' he mused, fastening his pants.
Choi, using the last of her strength, shakily reached for her discarded clothes. He watched as she struggled to pull them on, her fingers clumsy, her body too exhausted to cooperate. She barely managed before her legs gave out, and without hesitation, Travis crouched down in front of her.
"Tch," he clicked his tongue. "Can't even stand?"
She looked up at him through hazy eyes, a weak smirk on her lips. "Whose fault do you think that is?"
He chuckled, shaking his head before turning around. "Come on."
She hesitated for a second before wrapping her arms around his shoulders, and he lifted her onto his back with ease. She was light, almost too light, but he could still feel the heat radiating off her body, the way she leaned into him as if she had no strength left to hold herself up.
As they stepped out of the stall, Travis glanced at the one next to them.
Min Chodan's stall.
For a moment, he considered checking in, but then he shrugged it off. ' Not my problem. '
Inside, Min Chodan was completely slumped over the toilet seat, his body utterly drained. He had gone past his limit—seven rounds in one sitting—and now, he was out cold, unable to move, let alone think. The stall smelled of sweat, exhaustion, and pure overindulgence.
Travis barely spared another thought as he carried Choi out of the bathroom.
The night air was crisp as they walked back toward her place, the city lights casting long shadows along the pavement. Choi rested her chin on his shoulder, occasionally humming as they talked. Their conversation was light, natural—about nothing in particular but still full of meaning.
"So, what now?" she asked. "Are we… something?"
Travis smirked. " I mean, i can't say we're dating."
She raised a brow. "Oh?"
"But, you can say I'm your boyfriend, you're just not my girlfriend. For now, i think we should get to know each other first you get me?"
A soft laugh escaped her lips, and she didn't argue nodding in agreement.
When they finally reached her apartment, he let her down gently. She turned to face him, lingering for a moment, as if waiting for him to step inside with her.
He thought about it. He really did.
But then his mind snapped back to his real goal.
' I should've been done with this world by now. I need to hurry up and finish with the last two. ' With that thought, he gave her a final smirk, turned on his heel, and walked away into the night.
Here's the scene with more details, flow, and atmosphere:
When Travis got back to his apartment, the warm scent of spices and sizzling food filled the air. He walked into the kitchen to find Ha Ye-Jung standing by the stove, stirring a pot with practiced ease. She was dressed comfortably in an oversized shirt that barely covered the curves of her hips, her hair tied up in a messy bun.
A genuine smile tugged at his lips as he approached her. Without a word, he brought his hand down on her ass with a sharp slap, earning a surprised squeal from her.
"Welcome home," she said, glancing at him over her shoulder with a playful pout.
He chuckled. "Smells good."
"Of course, it does. I made it," she teased, flipping something in the pan.
Travis smirked before heading to his room to change, his mind already drifting to what was next.
'Tomorrow, I have to officially make Yeo Juyeon mine. Then the next day, it'll be Lee Ruri. After that, I'm done with this story.'
...
The next morning, a gentle tapping on his chest stirred him awake. He groggily opened his eyes to find Ha Ye-Jung lying beside him, her head resting lightly on his shoulder. She was smiling up at him, her dark eyes filled with warmth.
"Good morning," she said in a loving tone, her fingers absentmindedly tracing small patterns on his chest.
Travis exhaled, stretching his arms as he sat up and leaned against the headboard. "Hey, good morning. What time is it?" he asked with a yawn.
She tilted her head slightly, thinking. "I think it's seven. I should probably get up and get ready for work."
He ran a hand through his hair and nodded.
"You know, you don't have to give the company back to me. " She said, to which surprised Travis, since he was planning on giving it back.
"You mean that?" he asked.
" Of course honey, I've found something even more valuable than a stupid company" she said.
" Well okay. Saves me a lot of. You should keep your position though, I do not have any experience in running a company. I'll invest in it. Make the most out of the money I'll send," he said, his tone casual but firm.
Her smile widened, and without hesitation, she leaned in and placed a sweet kiss on his cheek. "Thank you, honey."
Travis smirked, resting his arm behind his head as he watched her slip out of bed. Another day, another step closer to finishing what he started.
Ha Ye-Jung slowly pushed the covers aside and slid out of bed, making a deliberate show of it. Her back arched just right, hips swaying as she stood, stretching in a way that made her curves look even more irresistible. The oversized shirt she wore barely covered her ass, riding up slightly as she reached her arms above her head.
Travis smirked, watching her with amused interest. She was definitely teasing him, tempting him—but he wasn't biting. Not today.
'I'll do it after I'm done with the last two girls. From the looks of things, one single tug would pretty much send them my way,' he thought, shaking his head.
Deciding it was time to get ready, he got out of bed and made his way to the bathroom. As soon as he stepped inside, steam filled his senses, and the sound of water running echoed in the small space. His eyes landed on Ha Ye-Jung, her silhouette barely visible behind the fogged-up glass of the shower.
The glass wasn't completely opaque, and with the way water and soap ran down her skin, he could make out every tempting detail. She ran her hands through her wet hair, lathering shampoo while humming softly to herself, completely unaware of his presence.
Travis stepped up to the toilet, unzipped, and relieved himself—while staring directly at her.
'Must resist the temptation…' he told himself, though his body was saying otherwise.
The longer he watched, the harder it became—literally.
He shook himself off, flushed, and quickly turned to the sink, splashing cold water on his face. He brushed his teeth, trying to focus on the mundane task rather than the growing problem in his pants. But by the time he was done, the tent in his boxers was impossible to ignore.
'Yeah… maybe living together wasn't the best choice. Especially for a young guy like me.'
Not wanting to torture himself any further, he grabbed his phone and shot a text to Yeo Juyeon, letting her know he'd be coming by her place in an hour.
Her response came almost immediately, as if she'd been waiting for it.
[Yeo Juyeon:] Sure. I'll be ready.
Travis smirked. 'Of course you will.'
Slipping his phone back into his pocket, he walked into the kitchen and started prepping breakfast. The smell of fresh eggs and sizzling bacon soon filled the air, cutting through the lingering temptation from earlier.
'Okay. It's time to cook—literally.'
....
An hour passed, and Ha Ye-Jung left for work, leaving Travis alone in the apartment. Wasting no time, he stepped out and made his way next door to Yeo Juyeon's place.
The moment his knuckles brushed against the door for a knock, it swung open.
Yeo Juyeon stood there, looking fresh and ready as if she had been waiting for him the entire time. Her dark eyes locked onto his, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips.
Travis barely had a second to react before his gaze instinctively flicked to his Emotion Meter—and what he saw nearly made him do a double take.
Love: 80
Interest: 100
Lust: 90
His brow twitched. 'When did I get the lust update?' he thought.
On the surface, she looked completely normal—calm, composed, her expression as pleasant as ever. But if the meter was right… she was practically in heat.
Yeo Juyeon stepped aside and gestured for him to enter. As soon as he stepped through, he heard the unmistakable click of the lock turning behind him.
His body went rigid.
'I'm used to being the predator, not the prey…' He hesitated before adding, 'That sounds a bit weird now that I think about it.'
When he turned back to face her, she was smiling. Calmly. Almost innocently.
"Are you alright? You seem a bit off," he asked, narrowing his eyes slightly.
"Yeah, I'm pretty good," she said smoothly. "You can sit. I'll get something to drink."
She walked toward the kitchen area, her hips swaying just slightly—not enough to be overt, but enough to make him wonder if it was intentional.
"Oh, you don't have to," he said, taking a seat on her couch. "I just ate a few minutes ago. Let's talk about your manuscript. I need to see if you've updated things so I can send it."
Yeo Juyeon turned back and nodded, grabbing her notepad and tablet before walking over to sit beside him. As she did, he caught a faint blush on her cheeks, her fingers fidgeting slightly.
"I really worked hard yesterday," she admitted, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I didn't even sleep, honestly… I was too busy."
That blush deepened, and she bit her lip, recalling exactly why she had been so occupied.
'I couldn't stop touching myself to him. From yesterday morning till today…'
Her thighs unconsciously pressed together as a shiver ran up her spine.
'I have to be thankful, though. It fueled me to write the best thing ever.'
If only Travis could hear her thoughts. If only he knew just how hectic her real night had been.
And now, sitting so close beside him, her body was already reacting again.
TO BE CONTINUED