Shan was a little stunned by how bold Mei Yoo Jun had suddenly become.
He sat there on the couch, still reeling from their earlier flirtation. His fingers were lightly curled on the cushion, unsure whether to grip, to retreat, or to pull her closer.
Yoo Jun stood before him, her figure outlined perfectly in her black bodysuit, hair tied in that signature long pigtail he had jokingly complimented just hours earlier.
Only now, she wasn't joking.
His gaze lingered on her, on that cute, innocent face tinged with a sultry playfulness, her flushed cheeks, and the nervous twitch of her lips. The contrast was dizzying. It made his throat tighten.
"What are you doing, Yoo Jun...?" he asked, voice low, uncertain.
Her lips curled into a teasing smirk. Slowly, deliberately, she settled on his lap, her hips grinding gently against the bulge forming beneath his slacks.
Her weight pressed down, warm and deliberate. Shan twitched, his breath hitching.
"You said it yourself," she whispered in his ear, her breath hot and intoxicating. "Looking at that photo made you want to dress me up like this and then have me."
Shan blinked. "Eh?"
He struggled to recall, then it clicked. Earlier, they'd joked about costumes and photoshoots.
She'd teased that she'd still look good in a bodysuit even during sex, and he had shrugged it off, laughing. But now, she had taken it literally.
"That's clearly not what I meant!" he stammered, trying to play it cool. But the tent forming beneath him betrayed the truth.
She didn't respond. Instead, her fingers moved with quiet determination, undoing the buttons of his white shirt one by one.
Her hands trembled slightly, not from fear, but anticipation. Her face grew redder with each inch of exposed skin. The room seemed to thicken with heat.
Her fingers slipped beneath his black tank top, feeling the tautness of his chest. Slowly, she peeled it upward, her eyes drinking in every inch of his torso.
She paused at his collarbone and whispered, "Ah... Master is so strong... so big..."
The words sent a tremor down Shan's spine.
Then, without a word, she slid from his lap and knelt between his legs, resting on her knees like a devoted servant offering herself up.
Her delicate fingers found the zipper, and with a soft click, she undid his pants, slowly freeing what she had clearly been waiting for.
Her eyes widened slightly at the sight, cheeks flushing deeper.
"Mm... still as mighty as ever," she murmured, biting her bottom lip.
Then, slowly, she leaned forward and took him into her mouth.
Shan's body jerked instinctively. Her tongue moved expertly, tracing patterns with a rhythm that felt both sinful and reverent.
She looked up at him, her eyes wide, submissive but hungry.
"Master... I've been wanting your thick, meaty sausage for so long..." she whispered between strokes, her voice trembling with desire.
Shan groaned. One hand gently slid through her hair, gripping the base of her pigtail, the other braced on the couch. "Yoo Jun... How are you so good at this...?"
Her tongue swirled around him again, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked with increasing intensity.
She wasn't just giving him pleasure, she was devouring him with passion, like he was her favorite treat.
He couldn't hold on.
"Oh, Yoo Jun!" he moaned, hips bucking slightly.
Sensing it, she doubled down, taking him as deep as she could. Shan's body stiffened and he released into her mouth with a deep groan.
But she didn't flinch.
She swallowed every drop, licking him clean with gentle swipes of her tongue before sliding back with a soft pop.
A string of saliva clung from her lips to the tip of him, glistening in the warm light of the room.
"Master tastes... delicious," she whispered with a playful lick of her lips, before walking off casually to rinse her mouth at the sink.
When she returned, she climbed back onto his lap, straddling him once more. But her breath hitched when she saw he was still hard, harder even than before.
Her eyes slowly widened as she saw his length rise between them, so long it touched the curve of her backside.
"Umm... Master... How big is your...?" she hesitated, blushing deeply. "It's so tall... it's touching my back..."
Shan gave a short chuckle, amused by her honest shock.
"Thirteen inches," he whispered in her ear.
That sentence alone made her moan softly, her whole body shuddering against him. The memory of taking him before, deep in the privacy of his penthouse, flooded her mind.
But now, knowing the exact number, her arousal tripled. Her tongue lolled slightly, eyes glazed with need.
Without another word, Shan leaned in and captured her lips.
Their mouths melted together in a deep, messy kiss. Mei Yoo Jun clung to him, arms wrapped around his neck, kissing him like she might never get another chance.
His hands found her hips, sliding down slowly to grip her soft curves, pulling her into him.
She gasped when he gave her a playful slap on the backside.
"Such a naughty girl, Yoo Jun," he said.
"Ahh! Master!" she yelped, grinding against him in response.
Their bodies moved together, lips dancing, hands wandering. Soon, Yoo Jun reached for the zipper of her bodysuit, dragging it down with teasing slowness.
"I think... I need to burn off some of this weight," she said with a pout. "My clothes don't fit anymore... especially my chest."
With a slight tug, her breasts spilled free, round, full, and jiggling softly like fresh steamed buns. Shan's mouth watered.
"Perks of gaining weight," she teased. "Bigger boobs... more fun."
She took his head in her hands and pressed it against her chest. Shan inhaled her scent deeply, wrapping his arms around her protectively.
Moments later, she pushed him onto the couch and lowered herself onto him, taking him in inch by inch in a slow, deliberate cowgirl position.
"Master... it's stretching me so good..." she whimpered, body trembling as she bottomed out.
"Heh... you're really something else, Yoo Jun," Shan murmured, guiding her hips.
She began moving, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency. Her thighs trembled with effort and pleasure, eyes rolling slightly as waves of ecstasy coursed through her.
"Tell me the truth, Yoo Jun," he whispered. "You're in heat, aren't you?"
She hesitated.
"I... I don't know," she said breathlessly. "But... it feels too good to stop...!"
He grinned.
"Then I'll give you what you need."
Shan thrusted upward with force, slamming into her deeper. Yoo Jun let out a sharp cry, clinging to him desperately.
He reached up and gripped her sides harder, ramming into her relentlessly. Each thrust sent her higher, closer to the edge.
"Master! I'm cumming...!!"
"Me too. Take all of it, my naughty little kitten!"
They climaxed together. Shan groaned as he released into her, filling her with his warmth. At the same time, Yoo Jun's body spasmed, liquid ecstasy squirting out of her like a fountain as she collapsed forward onto his chest.
"AAHHH... THIS IS WHAT I WANTED, MASTER...!"
Even as they panted, catching their breath, Shan lifted her into his arms, gently pinning her against the wall. She instinctively wrapped her legs around him.
"Again...?" she gasped.
He nodded.
"Yes."
And he entered her once more.
Their bodies moved together against the wall, then the kitchen table, him taking her from the side, her breath fogging the air.
Later, in the bedroom...
"Why the hell are you so wild today?" Shan asked between thrusts, sweat trickling down his back as he moved inside her from behind.
She only moaned louder.
"You just... bring out this side of me, Master!"
He leaned over, gripping her neck gently with one hand, his other hand sliding to her belly and squeezing it tight. She reached behind, pulling his head forward, forcing a kiss mid-thrust.
With one final push, Shan came again inside her and Yoo Jun climaxed at the same time, collapsing under him.
"Master... I've completely forgotten my ex... because of you..."
She kissed his hand, then his lips, holding him close.
"I'll only do this with you from now on. Next time... let's do it in the office, Master."
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Chapter 48 — End