The clicking sound of typing echoed through the dimly lit room. The only light, leaking from the monitor, glowed like a destination she had to reach. Her hands flew across the keyboard, then jammed down on the backspace key, like something wasn’t sitting right.

　　DING—

　　A text notification chimed, the kind that could give you a nervous breakdown. Was it another message hounding her, when she barely had time for meetings as it was? Haein looked at the screen, her expression anything but welcoming.

　　—Come up.

　　A terse command. Thankfully, not the message she’d been dreading. After the wreck of a day she’d had, her face lit up at the sight of it.

　　She left her apartment right away. Instead of hitting the elevator button, she pushed through the emergency exit and hurried up the stairs. Unlike the nineteenth floor where she lived, the twentieth-floor penthouse was a single residence that took up the entire floor.

　　Standing in front of the door at the center of the landing, she skipped the doorbell and punched in the lock code instead.

　　2, 9, 0, 4, 1, 5.

　　As the door opened, she stepped inside without hesitation, moving as easily as if it were her own place. Still, her heart was pounding. She couldn’t tell whether from racing up the stairs or from stress,

　　The house lacked any warmth, having been left empty for days. A single low light burned in the living room, nothing more.

　　Rubbing the back of her neck, she headed for the bedroom.

　　“Heading straight for the bedroom the moment you walk in… You must have been pretty hungry for it, huh”

　　A man’s voice, resonating as if from a cavern, drifted from the unlit dining room. Startled, Haein turned toward the scent of body wash that drifted past her.

　　She saw his back as he stepped into the soft light with a glass in hand, the light cascading down along his imposing silhouette. He wore a dark robe, but it did nothing to hide the sturdy, muscular body underneath.

　　He sank onto the living room sofa and slowly looked her over from head to toe, his eyes black and calm. Under that blatant stare, she felt stripped bare as she crossed the room toward him.

　　“On your knees, Haein.”

　　Haein, who’d been staring at the open front of his robe, sank down on her pale knees. Kneeling between his legs, she wet her parched lips first.

　　He set down his glass and brought a cold finger to her mouth. When he slipped his thumb between her saliva-slick lips, they parted.

　　“Should we start with your mouth?”

　　Nodding as if in a trance, Haein calmly raised her hands. She untied the loose sash of his robe, revealing the full, unadorned shape of his penis. She marveled every time she saw it. Even soft, it had to rank in the top one percent.

　　“Get it fully hard.”

　　Swallowing the saliva pooling in her mouth, Haein parted her lips and took the tip of his penis inside. She swirled her tongue around it before taking him into the wet depths of her slick throat. Whenever it hit far enough back that she couldn’t breathe, she’d gag it out in gasps, over and over.

　　As the veins stood out along his hardening cock, the already overwhelming size swelled tighter still, until her jaw ached. At the thought of that fully erect penis soon entering her, she felt her sex begin to grow slick and wet.

　　“Nngh.” A hot moan rising from her throat resonated through her sensitized skin. Her tongue was bold, not content with just the head but licking all over the thick, blunt tip.

　　“Hah…”

　　Suppressing his rising breath, the man downed the high-proof liquor to the very last drop.

　　The glass rolled carelessly across the floor. In an instant, his hands hauled Haein up roughly. Her knees, sore from the hard marble, sank into the soft sofa.

　　He settled in behind her and reached for her waist. Her skirt zipper came down. When her soft, pale ass was bared, the corner of his mouth twisted.

　　“Fuck, Haein. Did you take your panties off to come here, or have you been walking around without them?”

　　“I—ah!”

　　Long, thick fingers dug between her legs. The sticky wetness pooled between her thighs ran down his hand. However long she’d been like this, the wet flesh was flushed pink. It was a sight—he hadn’t even touched her, hadn’t groped her tits once.

　　Every time he saw her body tremble like she couldn’t take it, he felt like his cock was going to explode. He shoved in another finger and worked her roughly.

　　“Ah, aah!”

　　Each time he pulled his fingers out, they caught on that pearl-like nub. He pressed and rolled it under his fingertips. A clear stream trickled out, different from the thick wetness.

　　“No self-control at all. So much for taking our time tonight.”

　　“Hah, ah, just put it in already…”

　　“I already did.”

　　His chest pressed against her back, now beading with sweat. The voice whispering against her ear, hidden in her hair, dropped even lower.

　　Haein wanted something bigger, thicker, working her inner walls. Even so, the man only smiled, like he was enjoying her reaction.

　　She went limp, twitching in little spasms. Only then did he pull out the fingers that had been ravaging her insides. With his slick hand, he peeled off her paper-thin blouse as if tearing it away. Undoing her bra hook right after was easy.

　　“Hah…!”

　　When he grabbed her soft breasts, a moan slipped out on reflex. Haein’s chest jerked at the nails scraping over her nipples as he mauled them. Fingers still wet with her juices pinched and rolled the stiff, sensitive buds. She wanted something more intense than this teasing touch. Her hips rocked, desperate to take the cock already pressed against her slick, wet entrance.

　　Her lips moved soundlessly as she caught the hand groping her breasts. Eyes steeped in arousal found his. Twisting her head back, she endured the strain and pressed her mouth to his, pleading.

　　“Woohyun, please…”

　　“Please what?”

　　“Put yours in me.”

　　She’s being so fucking cute.

　　As if he’d been waiting for those words, Woohyun grabbed her waist. She was used to having her wet flesh split open, and his hard cock shoved inside her, but kisses were something she rationed, doling them out sparingly.

　　Hadn’t she said that between them, animal sex was fine, but kissing was too romantic?

　　And yet here she was, pushing her tongue between his lips when he was barely even breathing. She had to be burning up pretty badly.

　　Woohyun, who’d known it would start in the living room, pulled a condom from his robe pocket. Haein kept licking her dry lips, wishing he’d finish getting ready even a second sooner.

　　His cock, which had been teasing at her entrance, pushed inside. It sank in snug, filling her so deep she felt it in her belly.

　　She sucked in a gasp and dropped her head. In an instant, an indescribable rush of arousal swept over her. Her body shook, unable to withstand the force of his thrusts. Against her will, tears welled up, and she pitched her moans higher to hide them.

　　“Ah, aah!”

　　Even as her body shook, Haein clenched around the cock filling her. The heat and grip wrapped around him like it might snap him off, and Woohyun’s breathing turned ragged.

　　“Hah, Oh Haein. You were a good girl—looks like you didn’t take some other bastard’s dick while I was gone.”

　　He stared at her bare, delicate back and rolled his hips like an animal, watching his cock punch in and out through the center of her white skin.

　　Slick with sweat and fluids, the wet, slapping rhythm of skin on skin only grew more obscene.

　　“Haein, ease up on the squeezing. If you clamp down that hard, I can’t fuck you properly.”

　　“Nngh, that’s a lie…!”

　　The difference in their builds played a part, but Woohyun’s strength was something else too. Every time he pistoned into her, he drove deep, shoving her body forward. As that cock, flawless in both length and girth, dragged along her inner walls, the space between her legs went numb in no time.

　　He watched her fingertips go rigid against the sofa. When he saw that telltale habit, the one that meant she was at her limit, he quickened his hips so the wet, filthy sounds grew even louder. Her legs trembled with thick pleasure. She arched her back and took him into the exact spot she wanted.

　　Satisfaction settled in Woohyun’s eyes—the knowledge that he didn’t have to hide what he really was. Even when he fisted her hair and drove in deeper, Oh Haein took all of it.

　　“Hyun, I—I’m gonna—gonna come…!”

　　The way she shook her ass, dying to reach that far-off orgasm. Come when told, go when told—she was just like a puppy.

　　Skin flushed with heat slapped together, wet and sticky. Along with the urge to come, cloudy fluid pooled at the tip of the condom.

　　“Hah, hah.”

　　Haein rode out her climax, waist shuddering, and collapsed across the sofa. The trembling wouldn’t stop, no matter how she tried. Woohyun grabbed a fresh condom he’d tossed on the table and tore the wrapper open.

　　“It’s been a while, so let’s use them all.”

　　He caught her slender ankle and spread her legs. The soaked, squelching mess between them was quite a sight. Melted so thoroughly she couldn’t even feel shame, she didn’t refuse him.

　　Woohyun, who’d buried himself in work for so long, drove her to her limit once more in pursuit of that complete satisfaction.

　　Three full years of fucking only Haein, and he still hadn’t gotten tired of it.