Yurin lay on the massage bed with her legs parted, thighs trembling, fingers still holding herself open the way she'd done moments earlier. Her breathing was shallow, uneven, chest rising fast beneath her heavy breasts. The air against her skin made her shiver—especially there, where she was exposed, wet, and pulsing with need.
She could feel it before she saw it.
The heat.
The weight.
Joon‑ho stepped closer, his presence filling the space between her legs. Her eyes flicked down despite herself, catching sight of his cock—thick, heavy, glistening—already lined up with her entrance.
Her breath hitched instantly.
"Oppa…" she whispered, voice barely holding together.
He didn't answer.
Instead, he lowered his hips just enough for the broad head of his cock to brush against her pussy.
Just a touch.
A slow, deliberate poke.
Yurin gasped sharply, her hips jerking up without permission. "Ah—!"
