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Fucking my BF'S BOSS - Seo Yea Ji Smut

OC X SEO YEA JI

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The doorbell chimed, a sophisticated melody that echoed through the modern apartment. Seo Ye-ji, still slightly flushed from her action-packed day on set, adjusted the thin t-shirt she was wearing. It was one of her boyfriend, Min-jun’s, softest cotton tees, and it clung to her every curve, the fabric almost sheer against the delicate lace of her black bra. The studio lights had been unforgiving, and under this softer lighting, the full shape of her breasts was undeniably visible, the dark cups of her bra a stark contrast to the lighter fabric.

Min-jun rushed to the door, a nervous excitement in his step. “That must be Mr. Park!” he called out to Ye-ji, who was just stepping out of the kitchen with a bowl of steamed edamame. She offered him a warm smile. She was genuinely happy to meet his boss, a respected figure in the finance world, and she hoped her presence would make a good impression, maybe even open up some opportunities for Min-jun.

The door opened to reveal a distinguished man in his late forties, impeccably dressed even for a casual dinner. Mr. Park’s eyes immediately landed on Ye-ji, and a flicker of surprise, quickly masked by a polite smile, crossed his face. He extended a hand to Ye-ji, his gaze lingering a moment too long on her chest, the visible outline of her nipples peeking through the thin cotton.

“Seo Ye-ji-ssi,” he said, his voice a low rumble, a hint of admiration in his tone. “It’s an absolute pleasure. Min-jun has told me so much about you, and I must say, you are even more radiant in person.” His eyes flicked down again, a subtle but unmistakable appraisal of her figure in the revealing t-shirt. He couldn’t help but notice the way the soft cotton molded to the prominent swell of her breasts, the shadow of her cleavage clearly defined, the dark lace of her bra a tantalizing frame. He found himself momentarily speechless, captivated by her effortless beauty and the unintentional yet potent sensuality of her casual attire.

Seo Ye-ji, accustomed to the intense gazes of fans and the scrutinizing lens of the camera, was no stranger to being looked at. But there was a raw, unadulterated hunger in Mr. Park’s eyes that was different. She could feel his gaze tracing the lines of her body beneath the clinging t-shirt, lingering on the prominent peaks of her breasts pushing against the soft cotton, the subtle sway of her hips as she had walked from the kitchen. A faint smile played on her lips. Usually, such blatant ogling would have elicited a sharp retort or a feeling of discomfort. Her body, honed from years of disciplined training for action roles, with its subtly defined muscles and the natural curve of her full breasts, was hers to command, not to be freely devoured by wandering eyes.

Yet, there was something undeniably arousing about the way Mr. Park, a man of considerable power and influence, couldn't seem to take his eyes off her. The sheer lack of pretense in his lust, the way his gaze lingered so openly on her exposed form, sent a strange heat pooling in her lower abdomen. She knew her t-shirt was revealing, the thin fabric practically transparent against her black lace bra, showcasing the rounded fullness of her breasts and the dark circles of her nipples straining against the delicate material. It was a casual look for a relaxed dinner, but under Mr. Park’s intense scrutiny, it felt charged with a different kind of energy. A small shiver traced its way down her spine. The knowledge that this powerful man, someone who could significantly impact her career, was so openly lusting after her body awakened a complicated mix of vulnerability and a secret, illicit thrill.

As Min-jun turned towards the kitchen, busying himself with pouring drinks, Mr. Park leaned slightly closer to Ye-ji. His eyes dropped again to her chest, and this time, a knowing smirk played on his lips. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, suggestive whisper that only she could hear amidst the clinking of glasses. “That t-shirt… it’s certainly a very… generous offering, Ye-ji-ssi. Are you trying to distract your boyfriend’s boss?”

Ye-ji felt a jolt of shock, her eyes widening almost imperceptibly. The directness of his comment, the blatant acknowledgment of her revealing attire, took her by surprise. Her heart skipped a beat. She glanced quickly towards the kitchen, making sure Min-jun’s back was still turned. A nervous laugh bubbled up in her throat, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange sense of being caught.

“Oh, no, Mr. Park,” she replied, her voice a little breathier than usual, trying to keep it light and casual. “It’s just… comfortable. I came straight from a shoot.” She subtly adjusted the neckline of the t-shirt, a reflexive gesture, though she knew it was futile in concealing the obvious.

Mr. Park’s eyes followed her movement, a predatory gleam in them. “Comfortable for you, perhaps. But for a man with eyes… it’s quite… stimulating.” He reached out a hand, and this time, his fingers brushed against her arm again, but lingered a fraction longer, his thumb lightly stroking her bare skin. Ye-ji’s breath caught in her throat. She looked around quickly, ensuring Min-jun was still occupied in the kitchen, completely oblivious to the charged interaction happening just a few feet away. A strange thrill, mixed with a growing sense of unease, coursed through her. This dinner was taking a turn she hadn’t anticipated.

As they settled around the polished wooden dining table – Ye-ji and Min-jun on one side, and Mr. Park facing them – the initial conversation was polite and focused on pleasantries. They discussed Ye-ji’s recent shooting schedule, Mr. Park’s work in finance, and Min-jun’s aspirations within his company. Ye-ji found herself subtly observing Mr. Park, noticing the way his eyes would occasionally flick downwards, lingering on her chest even through the slightly less revealing angle from across the table.

As the conversation flowed, punctuated by Min-jun’s eager contributions, Mr. Park’s boldness began to subtly escalate. He leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on Ye-ji’s face as she spoke, but there was an intensity in his stare that made her skin prickle. Then, under the cover of the tablecloth, it happened. Ye-ji suddenly felt a soft pressure against her bare calf. Her eyes flicked down instinctively, but she couldn't see anything. A moment later, the pressure returned, a slow, deliberate stroke moving upwards along her bare leg. Her breath caught in her throat. Mr. Park’s leg.

His touch continued its insidious journey, sliding past her knee and onto her inner thigh beneath the hem of her short skirt. Ye-ji’s heart hammered against her ribs. She glanced up at Mr. Park, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and a burgeoning panic. He maintained eye contact with her, a knowing, predatory smirk playing on his lips, completely unconcerned that Min-jun was mid-sentence, enthusiastically describing his latest project.

Mr. Park’s leg pressed more firmly against her inner thigh, his toes now subtly teasing the delicate skin higher and higher. Ye-ji instinctively squeezed her legs together, a reflexive attempt to block his unwelcome advance. The pressure only intensified, his toes now dangerously close to the hem of her panties. She subtly shifted in her seat, trying to create some distance, but Mr. Park’s leg moved with her, an insistent, possessive probe. A wave of heat washed over Ye-ji, a potent blend of fear and a strange, unwanted flicker of arousal at the audacity of his move. She had to do something, but Min-jun was right there, completely oblivious to the blatant sexual harassment happening beneath the table. The casual dinner had become a terrifying and thrilling game of cat and mouse, played out under the guise of polite conversation.

Despite her initial shock and the instinctive urge to pull away, a strange shift began to occur within Ye-ji. Mr. Park’s touch, while initially unwanted, carried a certain confidence, a sense of power that was hard to ignore. The illicit nature of the act, the risk of being discovered by Min-jun who was still enthusiastically talking about work, sent a nervous flutter through her that was increasingly tinged with excitement.

As Mr. Park’s toes continued their teasing journey higher up her thigh, getting dangerously close to the edge of her underwear, Ye-ji found her own legs relaxing slightly, the initial tension easing. She subtly angled her knee outwards, offering him more access, a silent, almost unconscious invitation to continue. The heat between her legs intensified, a familiar ache of arousal beginning to bloom.

Mr. Park’s smirk widened almost imperceptibly, a silent acknowledgment of her change in posture. His toes now gently brushed against the lace of her panties, a deliberate, tantalizing tease. Ye-ji’s breath grew shallower, and she could feel her nipples hardening beneath her top. The forbidden thrill of the situation, the powerful boss secretly pleasuring her under the table while her oblivious boyfriend chatted away, was becoming overwhelmingly arousing. She clenched her jaw slightly, a small, almost imperceptible tremor running through her body, a clear sign of her surrender to the illicit excitement of the moment.

"Min-jun was just telling me about your upcoming role in that new action film, Ye-ji-ssi," Mr. Park said, a sly glint in his eyes as his foot continued its subtle exploration between her thighs. "It sounds like it will require a lot of… stamina. Are you preparing yourself adequately for the physical demands?" His toes brushed against the lace of her panties, a deliberate provocation.

Ye-ji's breath hitched. She met Mr. Park's gaze, a playful smirk forming on her lips. "Oh, yes, Mr. Park," she replied, her voice a little breathier than usual. "I've been doing a lot of… conditioning. Making sure I'm limber and ready for any… intense scenes." She subtly shifted her legs, offering him a little more access. "It's all about finding the right rhythm and knowing how to… handle the pressure."

Min-jun beamed, completely missing the underlying current. "She's incredibly dedicated, Mr. Park! She trains for hours. Really pushes herself to the limit to be in peak… performance."

Mr. Park chuckled, his gaze never leaving Ye-ji's. "I'm sure she does, Min-jun. It takes a special kind of talent to maintain such… exquisite form. And I imagine, Ye-ji-ssi, you have to be very careful about who you allow to… assist you with your warm-ups." His toes gently teased the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

Ye-ji’s pulse quickened. "Indeed, Mr. Park," she purred, her eyes locking with his. "It's crucial to have someone who understands the… intricacies of the process. Someone who knows exactly where to apply the… right amount of force to achieve the best results." She subtly pressed her legs together, trapping his foot between them, savoring the feel of his toes against her moistening core.

Min-jun nodded enthusiastically. "Exactly! She even has a special stretching routine. Says it's the key to her… flexibility and endurance."

Mr. Park’s foot pressed a little harder, his toes now gently massaging her through the thin fabric of her panties. "I'm sure it is, Min-jun. Some exercises require a more… intimate approach, wouldn't you agree, Ye-ji-ssi? A closer connection, perhaps, to truly feel the… benefits."

Ye-ji could barely contain a shiver, the sensations between her legs becoming increasingly intense. "Absolutely, Mr. Park," she replied, her voice a husky whisper. "Sometimes, the best way to achieve… peak performance is through a very… hands-on approach."

You know, Mr. Park," Ye-ji said, tilting her head with a seemingly innocent expression, "Min-jun here is such a hard worker. He puts in so much effort, but sometimes… he just doesn't quite have the… reach needed to truly excel in his field." Her eyes flickered to Mr. Park, the double entendre unmistakable. Under the table, Mr. Park’s toes had slipped further, now nestled directly against her dampening core.

Mr. Park chuckled knowingly. "Ah, yes," he replied, his gaze fixed on Ye-ji with undisguised admiration. "Effort is commendable, but sometimes you need a more… experienced hand to guide you. Someone with the right… tool for the job to truly penetrate the market, wouldn't you agree?" His foot pressed gently against her.

Min-jun laughed good-naturedly, completely oblivious. "Hey! What's that supposed to mean? Are you guys saying I'm not good at my job?"

Ye-ji offered Min-jun a sweet, placating smile. "Oh, honey, no! We're just saying that sometimes, a little extra… support from the top can make all the difference in achieving your goals." Under the table, her fingers discreetly reached down under her skirt. With a slow, deliberate movement, she nudged the elastic band of her panties aside, creating a slightly wider opening, a direct invitation for Mr. Park's exploring toes.

Mr. Park's eyes darkened with lust as he subtly adjusted his leg, his toes now making direct contact with her bare, moist flesh. A thrill shot through Ye-ji, a potent combination of the forbidden and the intensely arousing. She met Mr. Park's gaze, a silent understanding passing between them.

"Exactly, Min-jun," Mr. Park continued smoothly, his foot now gently stroking her exposed vulva. "It's about having the right connections and knowing how to… handle certain situations with… finesse. Sometimes, you need to be willing to go the extra mile, to offer a little… something extra to truly impress the right people." His toes brushed against her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through Ye-ji.

Ye-ji leaned forward slightly, resting her elbows on the table, her gaze fixed on Mr. Park, a sensual smile playing on her lips. "Oh, I completely agree, Mr. Park," she purred, her voice a little husky. "Sometimes, a little… exposure in the right circumstances can lead to very… rewarding outcomes." Under the table, she subtly spread her legs a fraction more, giving Mr. Park even greater access, reveling in the feel of his insistent touch against her increasingly wet pussy. Min-jun just chuckled, shaking his head. "You guys are incorrigible!"

“Let me go start on dinner,” Ye-ji announced, pushing back her chair with a graceful movement. Mr. Park’s leg, which had been delightfully tormenting her under the table, reluctantly retreated. She stood, the short hem of her skirt swirling around her thighs.

“Oh, let me help you,” Mr. Park offered quickly, turning to Min-jun with a disarming smile. “I’m quite the accomplished cook myself, Min-jun. I wouldn’t want your beautiful girlfriend slaving away in the kitchen.” He stood up smoothly, his eyes never leaving Ye-ji as he gestured towards the doorway to the kitchen.

Ye-ji hesitated for a split second, a flicker of apprehension mixed with the lingering thrill of their under-the-table encounter. But she offered a polite smile. “That would be lovely, Mr. Park. Thank you.”

She led the way into the brightly lit kitchen. As she turned to face the counter, gathering ingredients, she felt Mr. Park step in close behind her, the heat of his body radiating against her back. Before she could even register his intention, his hands shot out, firmly grabbing both cheeks of her ass under her short skirt.

Ye-ji gasped, a sharp intake of breath escaping her lips. Her body went rigid with shock. “Mr. Park!” she exclaimed, her voice a hushed but firm chide. She tried to pull away, her hands instinctively reaching back to try and dislodge his grip. “Min-jun is right there, watching TV! What do you think you’re doing?” Her heart hammered against her ribs, a potent mix of fear and a renewed surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins. The audacity of his move, so sudden and blatant, left her momentarily stunned.

Mr. Park chuckled softly, his grip firm and possessive on her rounded flesh. He squeezed gently, his thumbs rubbing against the curve where her thigh met her buttock. “Resisting already, Ye-ji-ssi?” he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. “But I have a feeling you’re enjoying this more than you let on.” His fingers subtly dug into her cheeks, enjoying the feel of her soft skin under his touch.

Ye-ji’s initial shock was quickly being replaced by a confusing wave of heat. Despite the audacity of his actions and the risk of Min-jun walking in at any moment, her body was starting to respond. A familiar warmth was pooling low in her abdomen, and her nipples were tingling beneath her t-shirt. She still knew she should protest, should push him away, but the thrill of the forbidden and the undeniable power dynamic at play had begun to erode her resistance.

“Mr. Park, please,” she whispered, her voice losing some of its initial firmness, now laced with a hint of breathlessness. “Min-jun could come in…”

“Let him,” Mr. Park said, his grip tightening momentarily. “Or perhaps… let’s keep it our little secret.” He shifted his hands, one still firmly planted on her ass cheek while the other slid slightly higher, his fingers now tracing the line where her skirt met the top of her thigh, dangerously close to her underwear.

Ye-ji bit her lip, her internal struggle evident on her face. She knew this was wrong, a clear violation of boundaries. Yet, the sensation of his hands on her body, the boldness of his touch, was igniting a fire within her. She tried to focus on the task at hand, reaching for the gochujang paste in the cupboard, her movements jerky and uncoordinated. Her mind was racing, a chaotic mix of fear, excitement, and a growing sense of surrender.

As she reached for a knife to chop vegetables, Mr. Park’s hand on her ass cheek gave another firm squeeze, his fingers subtly digging into her flesh. A soft moan escaped her lips before she could stop it. She quickly cleared her throat, hoping Min-jun hadn’t heard from the living room. “I… I need to focus on the food,” she stammered, her voice trembling slightly.

Mr. Park’s chuckle was low and knowing. “Go ahead, Ye-ji-ssi. Cook for us. I’ll just… admire the view.” His fingers then slipped further down her thigh, the tips now brushing against the lace of her panties, sending a jolt of pure sensation through her. Ye-ji’s body reacted instantly, a sudden surge of wetness between her legs. She pressed her thighs together slightly, trying to contain the growing arousal, but the feeling of his hand against her ass, so intimately close to her core, was making it increasingly difficult to maintain any pretense of resistance.

Mr. Park’s fingers on her thigh edged higher, the lace of her panties a mere barrier now. The cool air of the kitchen brushed against the exposed skin where the fabric had shifted. Ye-ji could feel the heat radiating from his hand on her ass, the possessive pressure sending shivers of a conflicting mix of fear and desire through her. The scent of the gochujang, sharp and spicy, filled the air, mingling with the subtle, almost metallic tang of her own arousal.

“You’re flustered, Ye-ji-ssi,” Mr. Park murmured, his voice a low rumble right against her ear, his lips so close she could feel the warmth of his breath. “Does the thought of me… enjoying your assets while you prepare dinner for your boyfriend… excite you?” His thumb, with deliberate slowness, traced the outline of her ass cheek.

Ye-ji’s hands trembled slightly as she tried to slice a scallion. The sharp edge of the knife felt suddenly precarious. “Mr. Park, please… we shouldn’t…” But the protest lacked conviction, her body already betraying her words. Her nipples were now hard points pressing against the thin cotton of Min-jun’s t-shirt, and a wet warmth pulsed between her thighs.

Mr. Park’s other hand left her thigh and moved to her side, his fingers lightly tracing the curve of her waist, then slowly sliding upwards, his knuckles grazing the underside of her breast. Ye-ji’s breath hitched. She could feel the heat of his touch through the fabric, imagining the sensation of his bare skin against hers. The sizzling of oil in a nearby pan seemed to amplify the tension in the small kitchen.

“Don’t worry, Ye-ji-ssi,” he whispered, his fingers now gently cupping the side of her breast, his thumb brushing against her hardened nipple through the t-shirt. “Our little secret. Think of it as… adding a little spice to the evening.” His thumb started to rub lightly, and a soft moan escaped Ye-ji’s lips before she could suppress it. She quickly coughed, hoping the sound would be masked by the whir of the range hood fan. The vibrant red of the gochujang in the bowl suddenly seemed to mirror the flush creeping up her neck.

As Min-jun’s footsteps approached the kitchen entrance, Mr. Park instantly shifted his posture, stepping closer to the counter as if intently observing the ingredients Ye-ji was preparing. He reached out a hand, his fingers hovering near the bowl of gochujang. “Perhaps a little more of this, Ye-ji-ssi?” he said, his voice now loud and jovial, directed towards Min-jun as he entered the kitchen.

Min-jun leaned against the doorway, a smile on his face. “Smells delicious! You two are quite the team in the kitchen.” He seemed completely unsuspecting, his attention focused on the food.

Under the guise of pointing at a specific ingredient, Mr. Park’s hand brushed against Ye-ji’s, his fingers briefly squeezing hers before moving towards the bowl. But as his other hand rested on the counter near her, his thumb subtly traced the curve of her hip, just beneath the hem of her t-shirt, a silent continuation of their illicit game. Ye-ji’s breath caught in her throat. She forced a smile for Min-jun, trying to appear normal, while the sensation of Mr. Park’s thumb grazing her skin sent a shiver down her spine.

“Mr. Park was just giving me some tips,” Ye-ji said, her voice a little higher than usual. She reached for a knife, her hand slightly trembling.

Mr. Park chuckled, his eyes meeting Ye-ji’s for a fleeting moment, a predatory gleam in their depths. “Indeed. Making sure Ye-ji-ssi’s technique is… up to par.” He then moved slightly, positioning himself to her side, ostensibly to look at the vegetables she was chopping. As he did so, his arm brushed against her breast, a lingering contact that made her nipples harden even further.

“You seem to be handling that knife very skillfully, Ye-ji-ssi,” he murmured, his breath warm against her ear again, his voice just a whisper. “Are you always so… precise with your movements?” His hand then subtly moved down her back, his fingers trailing along her spine, a path that led directly to the waistband of her skirt.

Ye-ji’s heart pounded against her ribs. She swallowed hard, trying to maintain eye contact with Min-jun, who was now reaching into the refrigerator for a beer. “Years of practice,” she managed to reply, her voice a little shaky. Under her skirt, she could feel Mr. Park’s fingers dipping just beneath the elastic, the tips lightly brushing against the top of her bare ass. The risk of Min-jun turning around and seeing them was almost unbearable, yet the thrill was undeniable.

“Well, I must say,” Min-jun said, popping open his beer, “this is quite the treat. My two favorite people cooking together.” He took a swig, completely oblivious to the electric tension simmering just a few feet away.

Mr. Park chuckled again, his fingers now gently kneading Ye-ji’s buttock beneath her skirt. “The pleasure is all mine, Min-jun. Especially when the view is this… inspiring.” His gaze lingered on Ye-ji’s face, a silent promise of more to come in his eyes.

Mr. Park’s fingers, now fully beneath the hem of Ye-ji’s skirt, slid lower, his middle finger dipping into the soft crease between her buttocks. A gasp caught in Ye-ji’s throat, and she gripped the countertop tighter, her knuckles white. The sizzling of the kimchi jjigae on the stove suddenly sounded deafening in the small kitchen.

“That’s a very nice… curve you have there, Ye-ji-ssi,” Mr. Park murmured, his voice low and husky, his thumb now gently pressing against the thin fabric of her panties, right over her dampening core. “Very… touchable.”

Ye-ji forced a smile for Min-jun, who was now watching her intently. “Just making sure I don’t burn anything,” she said, her voice a little shaky. She reached for a spoon, her hand brushing against Mr. Park’s arm. She subtly pressed her fingers against his bicep for a fleeting moment, a silent acknowledgment of his boldness.

Mr. Park’s foot under the table then nudged her inner thigh again, this time with a more insistent pressure, his toes gently separating her slightly parted legs. He leaned in closer to Ye-ji, pretending to examine the vegetables she was chopping. “Are you enjoying your time… on set, Ye-ji-ssi?” he whispered, his breath warm against her ear. “Is there a lot of… action?” His fingers on her buttock gave a slow, deliberate squeeze.

Ye-ji’s pulse pounded in her ears. “Yes, Mr. Park,” she managed to reply, her voice barely above a whisper. “Quite a bit. It can get… very physical.” Under the table, she subtly shifted her weight, pressing her wetness against his exploring toes.

Min-jun, ever the innocent bystander, chuckled. “She comes home exhausted sometimes! Says it’s more tiring than any workout.”

“Ah, but a good kind of tired, I’m sure,” Mr. Park said, his gaze fixed on Ye-ji’s flushed face. His hand on her back then slid lower again, his fingers now dipping inside the waistband of her skirt, his thumb finding the top of her panties and gently tugging them down a fraction. Ye-ji gasped softly, her eyes widening with a mixture of shock and intense arousal. She quickly turned towards the stove, pretending to stir the pot, her back now pressed against Mr. Park’s hand, savoring the feeling of his fingers so intimately close to her core. The savory aroma of the Korean stew filled the air, a stark contrast to the raw, animalistic tension simmering between Ye-ji and her boyfriend’s boss.

Mr. Park’s fingers, already nestled beneath the waistband of Ye-ji’s skirt, subtly shifted their target. While Min-jun turned to rummage through the refrigerator, his back completely to them, Mr. Park’s thumb slid downwards, encountering the soft, moist fabric of her panties. With a deliberate slowness that amplified the anticipation, he gently pushed the fabric aside, his fingertip making direct contact with Ye-ji’s swollen, wet flesh.

A sharp intake of breath escaped Ye-ji’s lips, and she gripped the edge of the counter so tightly her knuckles turned white. The sudden directness of his touch, the sheer audacity of it with Min-jun just a few feet away, sent a jolt of pure electricity through her body. The aroma of sizzling garlic in the pan suddenly seemed overpowering, and the vibrant colours of the vegetables on the cutting board blurred in her vision.

“You’re a little… damp, Ye-ji-ssi,” Mr. Park murmured, his voice a low, suggestive purr that barely carried above the quiet hum of the refrigerator. His fingertip began to gently trace the sensitive folds of her vulva, a slow, tantalizing caress.

Ye-ji squeezed her eyes shut for a fleeting moment, trying to regain her composure. “Mr. Park… please… he could turn around…” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Mr. Park’s thumb then pressed lightly against her clit, sending a wave of intense pleasure radiating through her. “But he hasn’t, has he?” he replied, his tone laced with a confident possessiveness. “And you know you want me to, don’t you?” His fingertip began to rub gently, a small, insistent circle that made her legs feel weak and watery.

Mr. Park’s fingertip delved deeper, finding the slick entrance to her core. He explored gently at first, tracing the delicate inner lips, feeling the swollen, throbbing flesh beneath his touch. Ye-ji’s breath hitched again, and a soft whimper escaped her, a sound she quickly tried to cover with a forced cough. The stainless-steel countertop felt cold against her clenched hands, a stark contrast to the burning heat Mr. Park was igniting within her.

His pace quickened slightly, his finger now stroking in and out with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Each movement sent shivers of pleasure cascading through her body, making her legs feel increasingly unstable. She leaned more heavily against Mr. Park’s arm, the solid feel of his muscles a necessary anchor in the storm of sensations he was creating. The scent of sesame oil and soy sauce filled the air, mingling with the musky, almost primal aroma of her own arousal.

Mr. Park’s thumb continued its teasing dance against her clitoris, the small, sensitive nub now throbbing insistently. Ye-ji’s head fell back slightly, her eyes fluttering shut as she focused entirely on the exquisite torture he was inflicting. She imagined Min-jun just a few feet away, completely oblivious to the intense intimacy she was sharing with his boss. The risk of discovery only amplified the thrill, adding a layer of forbidden excitement to the encounter. Her body was singing, every nerve ending on high alert, completely consumed by the masterful touch of Mr. Park’s single finger. She was trembling from head to toe, a delicate vibration that ran through her entire frame, a clear testament to the potent pleasure he was so expertly delivering

“Feeling that nice and wet for me, Ye-ji-ssi?” Mr. Park murmured, his voice a low, gravelly whisper against her ear. His fingertip continued its teasing dance, now pressing a little harder against her swollen flesh. “You know you want me to slide another finger in there, don’t you? Really stretch you out for me.”

Ye-ji’s breath hitched, a shudder rippling through her body. “Oh, God, Mr. Park…” she whispered back, her voice thick with arousal. She tilted her head back, her eyes half-closed, a flush creeping up her neck. “You have no idea how much… Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” The need for more was a desperate, clawing sensation in her core.

Ye-ji’s trembling intensified, her moans becoming more frequent and less controlled. Her hips began to subtly rock against Mr. Park’s hand, seeking a deeper, more insistent pressure. She was so close, the pulsating waves of her impending climax washing over her in delicious, dizzying surges. Just a few more strokes, she thought, just a little more…

“Hey! You two in there?” Min-jun’s voice called from the living room, startling Ye-ji so violently that her body tensed. “Dinner’s almost ready! We should eat before it gets too late.”

A wave of pure, unadulterated fury washed over Ye-ji, so intense it almost felt physical. Her eyes snapped open, a flash of raw anger replacing the lustful haze. He has got to be kidding me! The blissful sensations that had been building to a fever pitch were abruptly cut off, leaving her frustrated and aching with unfulfilled desire

Ye-ji’s breath hitched, a frustrated sigh escaping her lips. She loved Min-jun, she truly did. He was kind, supportive, and their relationship was comfortable and easy. But in that moment, with Mr. Park’s skilled finger still teasing her so intimately, she couldn’t deny the raw, visceral pull of desire. Min-jun was sweet, but he wasn’t… like this. Just the way Mr. Park had touched her, with such confident expertise, had brought her closer to the edge than Min-jun ever had with just his fingers. The interruption was a wave of cold water over a burning fire, not because she resented Min-jun as a person, but because her body had been so tantalizingly close to release, a release that this powerful, unexpected encounter was promising. She glanced at Mr. Park, a complicated mix of embarrassment and lingering desire swirling within her. He had awakened something primal in her, a craving that her steady, loving boyfriend simply didn't satisfy in the same intense way.

Mr. Park slowly withdrew his fingers from beneath Ye-ji’s skirt, his gaze never leaving hers. He brought his hand up, displaying his fingertips, which were glistening with her own slick secretions. A thick, viscous trail clung to his skin, catching the light. Ye-ji’s eyes were glued to his hand, a mixture of shock, embarrassment, and a potent wave of arousal washing over her. It was a blatant display of their secret intimacy, laid bare in her boyfriend’s kitchen.

For a long moment, she could only stare, her breath caught in her throat. The reality of what had just transpired, the sheer brazenness of it, hung heavy in the air. Then, with a deliberate slowness, Mr. Park reached out his hand again. This time, instead of going under her skirt, his fingertips gently brushed against her lips.

Ye-ji’s body instantly responded, a tremor of pleasure running through her once more. Her eyelids fluttered, and a soft moan escaped her throat. The sensation of his finger, slick with her own essence, against her mouth was intensely arousing. Almost instinctively, she parted her lips slightly.

Mr. Park didn’t hesitate. He slid his finger into her mouth, the taste of her own juices surprisingly potent on her tongue. Her eyes locked with his as she gently sucked on his finger, cleaning away every last drop. The act felt both intimate and incredibly debasing, a silent acknowledgment of the power he held over her in that moment. The metallic tang of her arousal filled her mouth, a raw reminder of the forbidden pleasure they had just shared.

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They settled around the dining table once more, the plates of fragrant Korean food steaming before them. As Min-jun began to enthusiastically describe his day at work, Mr. Park subtly extended his leg under the table, his foot finding Ye-ji’s bare calf once again. The familiar pressure sent a shiver down her spine, a stark reminder of the forbidden pleasure they had shared just moments ago.

Mr. Park smiled warmly at Min-jun, nodding occasionally as he spoke, but his attention seemed to drift occasionally to Ye-ji, his gaze lingering on her lips, a silent acknowledgment of their shared secret. He then reached for the soju bottle and generously poured a glass for Min-jun, a knowing glint in his eyes. He remembered Min-jun mentioning his low tolerance for alcohol earlier during their initial conversation.

Ye-ji remained mostly silent throughout the dinner, picking at her food. Her mind was still reeling from the encounter in the kitchen, the phantom sensations of Mr. Park’s fingers lingering between her legs. The taste of her juices on her lips kept flashing back to her, a potent reminder of the raw desire that had momentarily consumed her. She would occasionally meet Mr. Park’s gaze across the table, a silent communication passing between them – a mixture of lingering arousal, a touch of embarrassment, and a definite sense of a newfound, illicit connection.

As the evening wore on, the soju had its predictable effect on Min-jun. His words became slurred, and his eyelids grew heavy. With a combined effort, Ye-ji and Mr. Park gently guided him into his bedroom, laying him down on the bed. Ye-ji pulled the duvet over him, a soft smile on her face as she watched him drift off to sleep almost instantly.

She turned to leave the room, and the moment she stepped into the hallway, a strong hand gripped her arm, tugging her back with surprising force. Her back slammed against the cool wall, the unexpected impact stealing her breath. Mr. Park stood before her, a wide, confident smile stretching across his face. He had a predatory gleam in his eyes, and the proximity made her acutely aware of the raw power he exuded.

“Mr. Park,” Ye-ji began, her voice a little shaky, trying to assert some control over the situation. “We shouldn’t… Min-jun is just in there.”

Mr. Park’s smile didn’t waver. He reached out a hand, his fingers lightly tracing the line of her jaw, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the force he had used to pull her against the wall. “But he’s asleep, Ye-ji-ssi,” he murmured, his voice a low, persuasive rumble. “And you and I have… unfinished business, wouldn’t you say?”

His thumb then drifted down her neck, his touch feather-light against her sensitive skin, sending a fresh wave of shivers down her spine. Ye-ji’s initial resistance began to soften, her breath catching in her throat. The memory of his fingers playing with her just moments ago was still vivid, her body already anticipating more.

Mr. Park’s hand then slid lower, his fingers tracing the curve of her collarbone, then dipping into the neckline of the top she was still wearing. He gently grazed the soft skin just above the swell of her breast, his touch sending a jolt of heat through her. Despite her attempt to maintain a semblance of protest, her nipples tightened involuntarily under the fabric, betraying her body’s growing desire.

He watched her reaction, a knowing gleam in his eyes. His fingers then moved lower still, his hand resting just below her breasts, the warmth of his palm seeping through the thin material. Ye-ji’s eyelids fluttered closed for a moment, the conflicting emotions – a sense of propriety battling with an overwhelming surge of lust – warring within her. Her body, still humming from their earlier encounter, was already betraying her hesitant words, leaning almost imperceptibly into his touch. The memory of the pleasure he had so expertly given her was a powerful aphrodisiac, making her initial resistance feel like a distant, fading echo.

A sigh escaped Ye-ji’s lips, a silent admission of defeat to the desire that was now overriding her reservations. Her hands, which had been pressed against her chest in a weak attempt at resistance, now slid down, resting lightly on Mr. Park’s hips. And then, she made her move. Slowly, deliberately, she lifted one of her legs, her bare thigh – smooth and toned – rising to brush against his.

She could feel the immediate heat radiating through his trousers, the unmistakable hardness pressing against her skin. A thrill shot through her, a potent mix of submission and newfound boldness. She pressed her thigh more firmly against his erection, the solid, unyielding length sending a jolt of pure sensation through her core. Then, she lifted her other leg, repeating the motion, her bare thighs now rubbing against his leg in a slow, sensual grind. The thin fabric of her t-shirt offered little barrier against the intense friction, and she could feel Mr. Park’s sharp intake of breath, the muscles in his body tensing beneath her touch. The game of resistance was over; desire had won.

Mr. Park groaned softly, his hands now finding purchase on Ye-ji’s hips, pulling her closer, grinding her thighs even more intimately against his burgeoning erection. The rough fabric of his trousers created a delicious friction against her bare skin, a stark contrast to the smooth coolness of the wall against her back. The air in the hallway seemed to thicken, charged with unspoken desire and the heavy scent of lingering arousal from their earlier encounter.

“You know what I want, don’t you, Ye-ji-ssi?” Mr. Park murmured, his voice thick with lust, his breath warm against her ear. His grip tightened on her hips, tilting her pelvis slightly, urging her to grind against him even harder. “You’ve been wanting this all evening.”

Ye-ji’s breath came in short, sharp gasps. She didn't need words to reply; her body was already screaming her response. She pressed her thighs against him with more urgency, the sensation of his hard-on throbbing against her a potent aphrodisiac. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the tension in his muscles mirroring her escalating desire.

His hands left her hips and moved upwards, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist, then slowly sliding beneath the hem of her t-shirt. The cool air of the hallway kissed her bare skin as his hands found the swell of her breasts. He squeezed gently, his thumbs brushing across her already hard nipples, sending jolts of pure pleasure through her.

“Tell me what you want, Ye-ji-ssi,” he whispered, his lips now nuzzling her neck, his teeth lightly grazing her sensitive skin. “Tell me you want my cock inside you.” The raw desire in his voice sent another wave of shivers down her spine.

Ye-ji’s head lolled back against the wall, her eyes fluttering open to meet his burning gaze. A husky moan escaped her lips. “Yes,” she breathed, the word a barely audible whisper, thick with desire. “Oh God, yes. I want you inside me.” The admission sent a fresh wave of heat crashing through her, making her core throb with anticipation.

Mr. Park’s smile widened, a flash of triumph in his eyes. He lowered his head, his lips crashing down on hers in a deep, hungry kiss. His tongue plunged into her mouth, exploring every corner, mimicking the intimate act she craved. Ye-ji moaned into the kiss, her hands tightening on his hips, pulling him closer, desperate to feel his hardness pressed against her.

His hands left her breasts and slid down her body, his fingers tracing the curve of her stomach, then dipping beneath the hem of her t-shirt again, this time moving lower, seeking the source of her desire. He found the dampness between her thighs, his fingers gently probing her already slick folds. Ye-ji gasped against his lips, her body arching involuntarily towards his touch.

“You’re so wet for me, Ye-ji-ssi,” he murmured against her mouth, his breath hot and ragged. His fingers slipped deeper, finding her swollen clit and beginning a slow, teasing rhythm. Ye-ji’s trembling intensified, her legs feeling like jelly. The sounds of their heavy breathing filled the hallway, the only indication of the intense passion erupting just outside the closed door where her boyfriend lay sleeping

Mr. Park’s fingers slipped deeper inside her, stretching her slowly, making her gasp against his mouth. He pulled back from the kiss, his eyes dark with lust as he looked down at her. “You’re soaking wet, just thinking about it,” he whispered, his thumb continuing to rub insistently against her clit. “Begging for me.”

Ye-ji’s chest heaved with each ragged breath. “Please,” she managed, her voice thick with longing. “Don’t just tease me.” She reached down, her own hand covering his, guiding his fingers deeper still, pressing down with more urgency.

Mr. Park chuckled, a low, satisfied rumble in his chest. He lifted her slightly, her back still pressed against the wall, and then shifted, pressing his hard-on against her clothed mound. The friction, even through their clothes, sent another jolt of pleasure through Ye-ji.

“You want this, right here, right now?” he murmured, his hips beginning to grind lightly against hers. “In the hallway, while your boyfriend sleeps?” The forbidden thrill of the setting, the potential for being caught, only amplified Ye-ji’s desire.

“Yes,” she gasped, her hands now clutching at his shoulders, her body instinctively mimicking his movements. “Please… fuck me.” The raw desperation in her voice was all the encouragement Mr. Park needed. He lifted her again, positioning her more deliberately against the wall. “Let’s give your neighbors a little show, shall we?” he whispered, his hand now reaching for the hem of her t-shirt, pulling it upwards, revealing the delicate lace of her bra.

Mr. Park’s fingers worked quickly, pulling the soft cotton of Ye-ji’s t-shirt up and over her head, tossing it carelessly to the side. The cool air of the hallway now kissed her bare torso, making her nipples tighten even further against the delicate lace of her bra. She shivered, a mix of cold and pure anticipation.

His gaze devoured her exposed breasts, lingering on the way the black lace framed their fullness. He reached out, his fingers tracing the outline of the bra cups, then dipping underneath, his thumb finding a hard nipple and flicking it gently. Ye-ji gasped, her hands clutching at his shoulders for support.

“You’re so beautiful, Ye-ji-ssi,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. He leaned in, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her neck again, sucking gently, leaving a wet mark. His other hand slid down her body, his fingers reaching for the hem of her skirt, pulling it up past her hips, revealing the lacy edge of her panties.

“Let’s get you out of these too,” he whispered, his fingers now teasing the elastic band of her underwear. Ye-ji lifted her hips slightly, making it easier for him. The soft fabric slid down her legs and pooled at her ankles, leaving her completely bare from the waist down, pressed against the cool wall in the dimly lit hallway.

Mr. Park’s eyes roamed over her nakedness, lingering on the dark triangle between her thighs. “Perfect,” he breathed, his fingers now reaching back to cup her bare ass, pulling her closer against his hard-on. The sensation of his erection pressing against her bare mound was electrifying, making her core throb with a desperate need. “Ready to make some noise for the neighbors, Ye-ji-ssi?”

Ye-ji gasped, her hands reaching down to guide him, her fingers fumbling with the zipper of his trousers. The cool metal of the zipper contrasted with the heat emanating from his body. With a swift tug, she freed his engorged cock, the thick, hard shaft springing forward, pressing against her slick folds.

“Oh, yes,” she breathed, her voice thick with desire, her fingers now running along its length, feeling the velvety head and the pulsing vein beneath her touch. “That’s what I want.”

Mr. Park groaned, his hands tightening on her ass, lifting her slightly so that his hard-on pressed more firmly against her entrance. The anticipation was a tangible thing, a thick, electric tension hanging in the air. He moved slowly at first, just the tip teasing her wetness, making her whimper with impatience.

“Beg for it, Ye-ji-ssi,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. “Tell me how much you need me inside you.”

Ye-ji’s head lolled back against the wall, her eyes fluttering open. “Please, Mr. Park,” she pleaded, her voice raw with need. “Fuck me. Right here. Right now. I need you so badly.”

With a guttural groan, Mr. Park surged forward, his thick cock sliding into her slick heat, filling her. Ye-ji cried out, a mixture of pleasure and surprise at the sudden fullness. The tight walls of her pussy gripped him tightly, and he began to move, slowly at first, savoring the sensation of being buried deep inside her in the clandestine setting of her boyfriend’s hallway. The only sounds were their ragged breaths and the soft thud of his hips against her as he began to pick up the pace

The moment Mr. Park’s thick cock slid inside her, Ye-ji gasped, her breath catching in her throat. It filled her, a stretching sensation unlike anything she had ever felt before. It was undeniably bigger, thicker than Min-jun’s, pressing against her inner walls with a satisfying fullness that made her tremble anew. Oh my God, she thought, her mind reeling, he’s huge. A low moan escaped her lips, a primal sound of pure sensation.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Mr. Park murmured, his hands leaving her ass to cup her breasts. His fingers squeezed gently, his thumbs rubbing across her nipples, which were now hard and sensitive. Ye-ji’s head lolled back against the wall, her eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure intensified, his large penis filling her while his hands expertly played with her full breasts.

He began to move deeper, each thrust sending waves of sensation through her body. The feeling of his thick shaft sliding in and out, stretching her wide, was intoxicating. She had never felt so completely filled, so utterly possessed.

Then, with a deliberate movement, Mr. Park reached out one hand, his fingers finding the cool metal of the bedroom door handle. Slowly, silently, he turned it and pushed the door inward just a crack. Ye-ji’s eyes snapped open, and she saw Min-jun, sound asleep in the bed, completely oblivious to the fact that his girlfriend was just outside his room, naked and being thoroughly fucked by his boss. A wicked smile spread across Mr. Park’s face as he continued to thrust deeper into Ye-ji, their secret, scandalous encounter playing out just inches away from her sleeping boyfriend.

Mr. Park’s thrusts grew deeper, each one a satisfying stretch that made Ye-ji cry out, her moans echoing softly in the hallway. “Ugh… Mr. Park…” she gasped, her head lolling against the cool wall. The feeling of his thick shaft sliding in and out was becoming increasingly addictive, her body arching to meet each powerful lunge.

He slowed his pace momentarily, pulling almost out before plunging back in deeply, hitting her sweet spot with precision. “You like that, don’t you?” he grunted, his breath hot against her ear. “Such a good girl… being fucked so nicely.”

Ye-ji’s legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, pulling him closer, desperate for more of the intense friction. “Yes… oh God, yes…” she moaned, her voice thick with arousal. The sight of the open bedroom door, the dark silhouette of Min-jun sleeping soundly in the bed, flashed in her mind, adding an extra layer of scandalous excitement to their forbidden encounter. A choked sob, half pleasure, half disbelief at her own audacity, escaped her lips.

Mr. Park picked up the pace again, his movements becoming faster and more frantic. The rhythmic thud of his hips against her lower back resonated in the quiet hallway, a stark contrast to the peaceful stillness emanating from the bedroom. Ye-ji’s moans grew louder, turning into guttural groans as the intensity built. “Uhnn… fuck… harder…” she pleaded, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her body completely lost in the escalating pleasure.

Using her complete surrender to pleasure, Mr. Park’s hands on her hips began to subtly shift, each deep thrust inching her backward, guiding her slowly but surely towards the open bedroom door. Ye-ji, lost in the throes of her orgasm, barely registered the change in their position. Her moans and groans escalated with every forceful entry, her body clenching tightly around his thick cock. “Ugh… yes… fuck me… harder…” she cried out, her voice echoing in the quiet hallway.

The rhythmic slapping of their bodies against the wall intensified, and with a final, powerful thrust, Mr. Park maneuvered Ye-ji so that her head was just inside the bedroom doorway, mere inches from Min-jun’s face on the pillow. Her loud, unrestrained moans, fueled by the raw intensity of her climax, now filled the air right next to her sleeping boyfriend’s ear. “Oh God… oh God… I’m gonna… ahhhhh!” she screamed, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pure pleasure washed over her, her loud cries of ecstasy a shocking serenade for the oblivious man just beside her.

As the intense waves of her orgasm subsided, Ye-ji’s eyelids fluttered open, her vision focusing on the familiar sight of Min-jun’s sleeping face, mere inches away. A gasp of shock escaped her lips. He’s right there!

Instinctively, her hands reached back, fingers splaying against Mr. Park’s hard chest, trying to push him away, to stop the frantic thrusting. But Mr. Park anticipated her move. With a swiftness that belied his age, he reached forward, his hands clamping down on her wrists, pulling her arms back against his chest, effectively trapping them. She was now completely defenseless, her backside presented to him, her shock turning into a helpless surrender.

He chuckled deeply, his breath hot against her ear. “Trying to stop now, Ye-ji-ssi?” he grunted, his grip tightening on her wrists. “Too late for that.” And with that, he resumed his relentless pounding, his thick cock slamming into her depths with renewed vigor.

“Ahnnng!” Ye-ji cried out, the force of his thrusts rocking her forward. With her torso bent over slightly, her bare breasts swung wildly with each powerful lunge, bouncing precariously close to Min-jun’s peaceful face on the pillow, a blatant display of her scandalous encounter happening right under his nose.

“That’s right, Ye-ji,” Mr. Park grunted, his voice thick with satisfaction as he pounded into her. “Getting your tight little pussy stretched out right here, right in front of your boyfriend. He can almost taste you, can’t he?” His grip on her wrists tightened as he thrust deeper, making her gasp.

Ye-ji’s head lolled forward, her hair falling over her face. She could feel the intense fullness inside her, the relentless rhythm of his cock slamming against her deepest point. “Uhnng… please…” she managed, her voice a mixture of pleasure and the lingering shock of Min-jun’s proximity.

“Please what, Ye-ji?” Mr. Park whispered, his breath hot against her neck. “Please let me fuck you harder while he sleeps? Please let me show you what a real man feels like?” He punctuated each question with a deep, forceful thrust, making her breasts swing even more wildly, brushing against the air just above Min-jun’s peaceful face.

A choked sob escaped Ye-ji’s lips. The audacity of the situation, the raw pleasure of Mr. Park’s pounding, and the knowledge of Min-jun’s utter obliviousness created a potent cocktail of emotions. “Yes…” she finally gasped, her voice barely audible. “Yes, please… fuck me… right in front of him…

Mr. Park’s grip on Ye-ji’s wrists loosened just enough to allow him to shift his hips, changing the angle of his penetration. Instead of ramming straight in, he began to lift her hips slightly with his hands, angling his thrusts upwards, hitting a different spot deep inside her that made her gasp.

“Feeling that new angle, Ye-ji?” he grunted, his voice thick with exertion. “Getting you in all the right places while your good little boyfriend snoozes away, completely trusting you.” He emphasized the last word with a particularly deep thrust that made Ye-ji’s breath catch.

“Ughnn… yes… that feels… so good…” Ye-ji managed, her head lolling forward. The new angle was intense, stretching her in a way that sent sharp jolts of pleasure through her.

Mr. Park continued this upward thrusting for a few moments, then suddenly lowered her hips again, driving into her deeper and faster, his cock now hitting her cervix with a satisfying thud. “How about that, Ye-ji?” he whispered, his breath hot against her neck. “Real deep now. Taking you like a cheap whore right outside his door.”

Ye-ji’s body bucked involuntarily against him. “Oh, God… yes… deep… so deep…” she moaned, her cries echoing softly down the hallway. The contrast between the raw, animalistic sounds of their coupling and the peaceful silence of the sleeping man just beyond the door was incredibly arousing. Mr. Park was truly exploring every inch of her, and she was reveling in the scandalous, forbidden pleasure of it all.

Mr. Park’s relentless rhythm continued, each powerful thrust driving him deeper, making Ye-ji’s body scream with pleasure. “You’re so tight, Ye-ji,” he’d grunt between breaths, his hands now cupping her face, his thumbs stroking her wet cheeks. “Taking it like a champ… right in front of him.”

Ye-ji’s moans grew louder, more primal, her head thrashing gently against the wall. The intensity was building, that familiar tightening in her core signaling another climax was imminent. She squeezed her eyes shut, focusing on the incredible sensations, trying to block out the shocking proximity of Min-jun.

Mr. Park’s pace increased, his thrusts becoming shorter, sharper, hitting that precise spot that sent electric jolts through her. “Almost there, aren’t you, you little slut?” he whispered, his voice thick with lust. “About to make a mess for me?”

A strangled cry tore from Ye-ji’s throat. Her body clenched, and then it hit her – a sensation so intense, so overwhelming, that she felt her control completely shatter. Her muscles spasmed, and a warm, gushing flood erupted from her core, splashing onto the cool tile floor beneath her. A long, shuddering moan escaped her lips as her orgasm ripped through her, wave after glorious wave.

Her knees buckled, unable to support her weight any longer. Her grip on Mr. Park’s shoulders loosened, and her body began to slide down the wall, her legs turning to jelly. She landed on the floor in a heap, her chest heaving, her breathing ragged and shallow, a dazed and utterly satisfied expression on her face. The sticky warmth between her legs and the wet patch spreading on the hallway floor

Mr. Park, still hard and pulsing, withdrew from Ye-ji’s slick body. He knelt down beside her, gently taking her by the shoulders and guiding her head so that her face was now just inches from Min-jun’s. With a satisfied smirk, he brought his still-erect cock to her parted lips.

“Open wide for me, Ye-ji,” he whispered, his voice thick with triumph. She instinctively obeyed, her mouth wrapping around his thick shaft. He groaned deeply, the feeling of her warm, wet mouth a potent trigger after her tight pussy. He began to thrust his cock in and out of her mouth, the pace quickening as he felt his orgasm building rapidly.

Ye-ji sucked on him greedily, her tongue swirling around his head, tasting the salty pre-cum. Mr. Park’s thrusts became more frantic, his body tensing. He let out a guttural cry, his hot cum erupting from his cock, filling Ye-ji’s mouth with thick, creamy liquid.

He pulled out, his load dripping down her chin and onto her bare chest. Some of it splattered onto the floor near Min-jun’s face. Mr. Park then leaned over her, squeezing the remaining ejaculate from his shaft, letting it drizzle down her torso, coating her breasts and stomach in his warm, sticky semen. He stood up, looking down at Ye-ji sprawled on the floor, covered in his cum, her boyfriend still sleeping soundly just beside her. A final, satisfied smile stretched across his face.

The next morning, a soft sunlight filtered through the curtains of Min-jun’s bedroom, stirring him from his sleep. His head throbbed with a dull ache, a lingering souvenir from the generous pours of soju Mr. Park had offered the night before. He stretched, his hand reaching for the familiar warmth beside him, only to find the space empty. A momentary furrow creased his brow before the aroma of something delicious wafted in from the kitchen, chasing away the lingering confusion.

He found Ye-ji in the kitchen, humming a cheerful tune as she expertly flipped kimchi fried rice in a hot pan. Her smile was radiant as she turned to greet him, leaning in to press a light, innocent kiss to his lips. “Morning, sleepyhead. You must’ve slept like a log.” She gestured towards a steaming plate already set at the table. “Mr. Park left quite early, saying he had an important meeting. Such a considerate guest, though, bringing that expensive soju.”

Min-jun nodded, a wave of warmth washing over him at Ye-ji’s thoughtfulness and his boss’s seemingly friendly gesture. He recounted a slightly hazy memory of their dinner conversation as they ate, Ye-ji listening attentively, offering occasional gentle smiles. He got ready for work soon after, the image of Ye-ji’s cheerful face the last thing he saw as he closed the apartment door behind him.

The moment the lock clicked into place, Ye-ji’s bright demeanor faded, replaced by a subtle, knowing smirk. She carefully arranged a second plate of kimchi fried rice, adding a side of his favorite pickled radish. Carrying it with deliberate steps, she walked towards the guest room, the air in the hallway still carrying a faint, musky scent from the previous night. Reaching the door, she paused, her hand hovering over the cool metal knob, anticipation bubbling within her. Then, with a slow, deliberate turn, she pushed the door inward.

The room was shrouded in a soft, dim light, the heavy curtains still drawn against the morning sun. Sprawled on the large guest bed, the silk duvet tangled around his powerful legs, was Mr. Park. He was still deep in slumber, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. And there, nestled between bare thighs, clearly visible beneath the disarrayed covers, was the thick, dark length of his still-erect cock, a silent testament to their night of forbidden passion. He hadn’t gone anywhere.

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