Her pussy convulsed and quivered around him, gripping his cock in erratic, uncontrollable pulses. Juyeon trembled violently, her legs threatening to give out beneath her as pleasure overtook every inch of her body.
A sudden rush of juices squirted from her swollen, overstimulated folds, splattering against his thighs and dripping onto the floor in a messy, wet trail. Her mind was a blank slate, wiped clean by the relentless pounding of his cock.
Travis kept his grip firm on her waist, holding her up as she writhed in his grasp, her body jolting with every deep, merciless thrust. His fingers dug into her soft flesh, steadying her as he drove himself into her from behind, her back arching instinctively with each push. The slick, obscene sounds of their bodies colliding filled the air, mixing with her breathy, desperate moans.
His cock throbbed inside her, the tightness of her pussy milking him with every squeeze. He could feel his climax approaching fast, the heat in his core spiraling out of control. His pace quickened, hips snapping forward with an urgency that left her gasping, her fingers clawing at whatever surface she could find for stability.
Juyeon's mind had long since shut down, unable to process the overwhelming waves of ecstasy surging through her. Yet her body responded instinctively, her walls clamping around him as if refusing to let him go.
The sensation sent him over the edge. With a guttural groan, he buried himself deep one last time before pulling out, his cock twitching violently as thick ropes of cum spurted onto her trembling back, coating her in his release. Her body slumped forward slightly, chest heaving as she remained trapped in the lingering aftermath of pleasure, her skin glistening with sweat and his seed.
Travis exhaled sharply, running a hand through his damp hair as he took in the sight before him.
'Fuck, that was great. We're far from done, though,' he thought, his body still humming with satisfaction.
But as he turned her around, his smirk faded. She had passed out—completely out cold.
"Seriously?" he muttered under his breath, sighing.
'Guess that's the downside of being gifted with sexual prowess,' he thought, shaking his head as he pulled his pants on.
The room smelled of sweat and lingering pleasure, so he walked over to the balcony, sliding the door open. A cool breeze swept in, kissing his heated skin. He rested a hand on the railing, staring out at the cityscape. The faint glow of the sun flickered against the buildings , the muffled sounds of city life humming in the distance.
His gaze drifted to a jagged hole in the wall—the very wall that separated his place from Nam Juho's apartment.
'Oh. That happened, I guess.' He tilted his head, inspecting the damage with mild curiosity. 'Well, don't really care. The job's done.'
With a shrug, he made his way next door, knocking on the sliding door with a casual tap.
Nam Juho nearly choked on his drink when he saw Travis standing there—shirtless, smug as ever. His body tensed as he scrambled to his feet, walking over to open the door.
'Is he gonna ask me to join them?' the thought flashed through his mind, making his stomach twist.
"Yo, Nam Juho." Travis greeted him like he owned the place, stepping inside without hesitation. He plopped down on the couch, stretching his arms along the backrest like he was right at home.
"Travis, what's up?" Nam Juho asked, trying to sound casual despite the unease creeping up his spine.
"Nothing much. Just hanging here for a while until you-know-who wakes up." Travis cracked his neck, then grinned. "You must've heard, right? Man, I fucked her like crazy."
Nam Juho felt like he'd been punched in the gut. His heart twisted painfully, and his face burned at Travis's words, but he kept his expression neutral.
"Oh, for real? That's… great," he forced out, swallowing the bitter taste in his mouth. Desperate to steer the conversation elsewhere, he leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. "I'm seeing this girl at work. You've seen her, right?" He added, hoping to flex a little—to even the playing field somehow.
Travis raised a brow, intrigued. "You're doing her? Man, that's crazy. She's hot as hell. Lucky you." He smirked. "You should introduce me. Maybe she's got a hot friend for me."
Nam Juho's hands clenched into fists at his sides. It was bad enough that Travis was already screwing his childhood friend, but now he had the audacity to eye other girls like it was nothing? Rage bubbled up inside him, itching to be unleashed. He wanted to punch Travis right then and there—wipe that cocky smirk off his face. But one glance at his muscular build reminded him that it wouldn't end well.
'If only I wasn't so damn scrawny,' he thought bitterly.
Suddenly, Travis's phone buzzed. He lazily glanced at the screen, then chuckled to himself before tapping out a response.
Nam Juho narrowed his eyes. "Who's that?"
"Someone special," Travis replied, slipping his phone back into his pocket. "She wants to meet me at the park tonight."
Nam Juho's stomach dropped.
Travis stood up, stretching before turning to face him with a smirk that only made Nam Juho's blood boil more.
'Man, this guy. Kinda feel bad for him... Oh well, the world keeps spinning,' Travis thought.
"Well, I better leave, man. Catch you next time." He gave a lazy wave before strolling out, leaving Nam Juho alone in silence.
The moment the door shut, Nam Juho clenched his jaw and slammed his fist against the wall, his knuckles stinging from the impact.
'Fucking asshole,' he seethed.
Frustration clawed at his chest, suffocating him. He needed to cool off, to distract himself before he did something reckless. He grabbed his phone, scrolling through his contacts until he found the name he needed. Lee Ruri.
He hesitated for a second before tapping the call button. The dial tone rang once… twice… then went to voicemail.
A second later, a text popped up:
[Busy right now. I'll call you later.]
Nam Juho sighed, but a small, pathetic smile still tugged at his lips. At least she responded.
'Well, she's not coming to work today. Must have some chores. It is our day off, after all.' He leaned back on his bed, letting out a dry chuckle. 'Maybe I should clean my room too.'
His smirk faded slightly as he stared at the ceiling.
But the anger still burned.
TO BE CONTINUED