"And yet... I want to do it again, Shan,"
Mei Yoo Jun whispered, her breath shaky but her voice certain. She lay in his arms, flushed and warm, her skin slick with sweat. Her eyes shimmered with a glint of mischief, vulnerability, and something more—desire.
Shan could feel himself stirring again beneath her. She wasn't imagining it—his cock was slowly hardening between her thighs.
"Ahh… so big, so strong beneath my pussy." Mei's thoughts raced as her body pressed against him, throbbing from their earlier climax.
Without a word, Shan gripped her soft, fleshy ass—each hand claiming a cheek—and pushed himself inside her once more. His fingers sank deep into her supple skin as he tightened his hold, lifting her effortlessly.
"Hah…!" she cried out, gasping as he began slamming into her again. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her arms clutching his shoulders like she never wanted to let go.
"Heh, so cute," Shan murmured with a crooked grin as he watched her squirm and moan.
"Stop teasing me, you bad Wolf," Mei shot back with a fiery pout before crashing her lips against his in a fierce, needy kiss.
"You're better than him," she confessed breathlessly.
"Who?" Shan asked, his thrusts slowing.
"My boyfriend," she said flatly.
Shan paused for a second, lifting his gaze to meet hers. "Was it him who made you like this?"
Mei nodded, eyes lowering in shame. "I… Well, it's… I saw him with another girl at his apartment. I went to surprise him, but he thought I was a food delivery. I saw him half-naked, sweaty, with that girl calling him 'babe.' The smell in the room… it was obvious."
She clenched the sheets, her voice shaking. "The heat. The betrayal. It hit me all at once."
Shan said nothing, but his jaw tightened. He saw through her mask—behind the confident woman before him was a wounded girl, desperate to be seen, to be wanted, to be cherished.
"Shan… am I not attractive?" she asked, looking up at him, eyes pleading, voice trembling.
He gazed down at her, his expression softening. She wasn't just a fling, not now. This was deeper. He saw her hurt, her heart cracked open, and something in him stirred—not lust, but the instinct to protect.
"You've still got friends," Shan said. "Ingrid. Eva—yeah, Eva. You two seemed close back when we visited the retirement home."
"Don't change the subject," Mei snapped gently. "Say it. Tell me what you really think of me."
Shan sighed, brushing a strand of her sweaty hair aside. "You're the cutest thing that happened to me when I first transferred to Korea, Mei Yoo Jun."
Their bodies still radiated heat from earlier, sweat glistening on their skin. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, her heart pounding.
"I mean it," Shan continued. "You're cute, adorable, beautiful… a bit plump and a total klutz, but you always give your best."
He lifted her in his arms, carried her gently to the bed, and laid her down. Slowly, reverently, he kissed her—her belly, her chest, her collarbone, lips, cheeks, eyelids, and finally her forehead.
"Let me help you pick up the broken pieces, Yoo Jun," he whispered as he made love to her with more tenderness than before.
"Mmm… Shan…" she moaned, pulling him closer, fingers tangled in his hair as their lips locked in a kiss deeper, more passionate than ever before.
Her thighs rocked against his hips, grinding with growing intensity.
"Honestly, for a cutie like you, you've got a big appetite," Shan teased, rubbing his nose against hers.
"I… kinda eat a lot," she replied shyly, eyes looking away.
"Heh. Cute as always," he chuckled and flipped her over gently, positioning her on all fours.
He guided himself toward her, ready to enter her again—but she suddenly spoke up.
"Um… Shan, can you… take my anal?" she asked, her voice quiet but clear.
Shan blinked, genuinely surprised. "Wait… You didn't do that with your boyfriend?"
Mei shook her head. "No. He thought it was gross. But I did some… research. It said it could be a way to explore new things. I just wanted to try… with you."
Shan licked his middle finger, coating it with saliva before gently sliding it into her puckered hole.
"AAAHHH!!!" she yelped, arching her back. Her voice echoed in the room.
"Don't you dare stop, Mr. Wolf!" she growled playfully, tone suddenly more dominant.
Shan grinned, sliding in a second finger. "Ohhh… ahhh… that's it. That's the spot!" she cried, tears welling in her eyes—not of pain, but of craving and release.
He positioned his cock at her entrance and pressed slowly in.
"Oohhhh…..!" she gasped, clutching the sheets tightly.
"Woah—are you okay, Yoo Jun?" he paused, leaning over her back to check.
"I'm fine," she whispered through gritted teeth. "Just… feels right. I want you to be my first."
Shan nodded, pushing in deeper—slow, careful. Inch by inch, her tightness embraced him.
"Is it… fully in?" she asked, trembling.
"Fully? We're only halfway," he replied.
Her eyes widened. She knew he was big—but this big?
Shan pressed further until he was fully inside. Then he began thrusting, his hands gripping her hips, flesh slapping against flesh.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" she moaned, louder and louder.
"Faster… harder… deeper!" she begged.
Shan obliged, holding her tighter, pounding into her with growing force. "It's too… it's too deep!" she stammered, head tilting back to meet his gaze.
He pulled her up, one hand gripping her belly, the other holding her wrist steady. His nose buried in her hair, breathing her in.
"You smell good, Yoo Jun," he whispered before kissing her neck from behind.
She let herself go, whimpering, sighing, moaning. Her phone buzzed—ten missed calls. But it was on vibrate and silence. Neither of them noticed. Her bag hung forgotten on the door.
"Please… cum…" she pleaded, her voice desperate. "Please, cum deep inside me, Shan!"
With a final thrust, Shan groaned and released inside her.
"AAAHHH!!!" she screamed, tears falling freely as she clung to him, overcome with release and comfort.
"Relax, Yoo Jun," Shan whispered, holding her as she trembled. "I'm here."
He gently laid her on the bed, planting tender kisses on her skin—her forehead, her cheek, her shoulders—until she calmed.
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A few hours later…
Mei Yoo Jun stood at the door, dressed again, her hair tied loosely. She had called a cab.
Shan walked her down from his penthouse.
"Are you sure?" he asked. "It's really late."
"It's fine. Besides, we've got work tomorrow," she smiled softly. "You didn't have to walk me down."
Shan rubbed the back of his head. "Doesn't matter. Eases my mind a bit."
The cab pulled up. Mei turned and smiled. "Thanks, Mr. Wolf… for everything."
She blushed, paused, then stepped forward and kissed him hard on the lips. Shan held her waist, cupping her cheek as they deepened the kiss.
When they parted, he gently patted her head. "See you tomorrow, cutie."
"You too… baby," she whispered, then stepped into the cab.
As the cab drove off, Mei looked at her phone. Ten missed calls. From her boyfriend.
"Hmph. Asshole," she muttered.
The female driver glanced at her in the mirror. "Who was it, ma'am?"
"My boyfriend," Mei said, grinning to herself. "I cheated on him with the guy you picked me up from."
The driver raised a brow. "Why?"
"Payback for cheating on me first. And I loved every second of it," she said, eyes glinting as the Seoul city lights danced across her face.
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Meanwhile, at the Won Estate…
"Did you get her file?" Jen Heo Won asked her bodyguard, Gon Ju San.
"Yes, ma'am. Her name is Sae Jin Mei. She was accused of a crime she didn't commit. She served minor time but was released early for good behavior."
Jen studied the photo. Her eyes narrowed.
"She looks like… Father's first wife. Gan Jin Bei."
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Elsewhere…
At the main house of the Won Group, the Head of the Won family, Chairman, and founder of Won Group, Eh San Won sobbed alone at the dining table. A bottle of soju sat half-empty beside him.
"I… I'm sorry, my love," he slurred, tears streaming down his face. "I should've protected you… when I had the chance…"
His eyes lingered on an old painting he had made as a young man—of a beautiful woman in traditional hanbok, her eyes soft, kind, full of life. As if it was his lifetime settlement of a perfect masterpiece.
The night had changed.
Lines had been crossed. Hearts were broken—and mending. But the pieces of the past… were beginning to move again.
And the answers lie within Sae Jin Mei.
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Chapter 38—End.