Once the water reached a certain level, he turned off the tap and lifted me onto his lap, pulling me into his embrace. In that position, his fingers skillfully spread and delved inside me, gripping my buttocks.
“Huuh….”
A feeble moan escaped my lips. Han Team Leader lightly kissed my forehead and then spread apart the swollen entrance with his fingers. With a squelch, a drop of semen hung at the entrance before dripping down.
“Give me strength. It’s deep, so it’s not coming out easily.”
“…Uuh…”
My body felt exhausted. As if throwing a tantrum, I nestled against him, causing him to momentarily pause the rear entry and lift my chin to look closely.
I blinked up at him. As our eyes met, he gradually brought his face closer and kissed my lips. It was a teasing kiss that barely touched.
“If I pull out, I’ll finish after this round and let you sleep.”
“…Ugh.”
In my sleepy and disoriented state, his persuasive suggestion sounded convincing. I followed his instructions, and soon, the remaining semen poured out under the vigorous probing of his fingers. The water turned murky.
He emptied the bathtub while still holding me, then refilled it and turned me around to lean against his chest. As he soaped and rinsed my body, I relaxed and dozed off.
When I regained some consciousness, he was drying my body with a large, fluffy towel. He meticulously wiped away moisture from between my toes, behind my knees, and inside my thighs. Then, he wrapped me snugly in the towel and began drying my hair with another towel. His gentle touch was careful.
Feeling good, I relaxed against him, but suddenly snapped back to awareness. Even through the towel, I could feel something hot and hard against my buttocks.
When I turned to look, Han Team Leader frowned subtly.
“Hmm.”
“…Ugh.”
Now that I think about it, despite reaching the peak to the point where the delicate skin of the glans was reddened, he only climaxed once. Regardless of personal preferences, just looking at the numbers, it was unfair.
“We’re going out to play tomorrow.”
He said matter-of-factly, lightly touching the corner of my eye.
“Lee Seodan should be able to walk around if we’re going on a trip.”
“…Then…”
I pulled my head out of the towel he was holding and faced him. Despite his erect member twitching as if about to hit my stomach, his expression remained calm.
“Not inside, but… something else…”
I couldn’t bring myself to look down, so I fixed my gaze on his smooth cheek and spoke. Han Team Leader stared at me for a moment, then sighed softly.
“Can you stand?”
“What?”
“Hold onto the sink. Put your legs together.”
He grabbed my shoulders and gently pushed me towards the large gray marble sink. I groped for the edge of the sink and stood up. In front of me was a mirror so clear and large that it illuminated the entire bathroom.
My face, illuminated by the bright bathroom lights, was reflected close up. The reddened corners of my eyes and nose were visibly signs of crying. My lips, kissed countless times, were swollen and red.
As I looked through the mirror at him standing behind me, my stomach trembled, so I closed my eyes. A large hand grabbed my waist, and the still moist, thick shaft slowly entered between my thighs. I glanced down at the engorged glans peeking out in front of my thighs.
“Hu, uh, ah-.”
As I stood and endured, he began to thrust his hips faster. The soft flesh inside my thighs turned red, and with each collision of his pelvis against my buttocks, there was a loud, pounding sound. Each time he slid his member forcefully, the swollen perineum throbbed and jostled. His rough breathing echoed in my ears.
“Ah… that, huuh….”
“Put your legs together properly.”
“Hu, ugh….”
He lifted me up, supporting my weakening waist. Since I couldn’t put any strength into my knees, I leaned my upper body against the sink. When my trembling thighs failed to properly compress around his member, he pushed his hips back.
“When you say something, you have to take responsibility, okay?”
“Ugh, just… a moment…”
I tried to lower my trembling hand to press my legs together, but my body, pushed to its limit, had already lost all strength. Looking up at him with a feeling of wanting to cry, he silently lowered my waist onto the sink and hugged me there.
“…Ah.”
As he carried my stabilized body, it swayed slightly with each step he took. The towel that had fallen to the floor was forgotten. Stepping out of the bathroom and crossing the room, he laid me down on the wide bed.
After laying me flat and placing two pillows behind my head, he climbed on top of me. His knees touched the sides of my shoulders, and his large, erect member was held in his hand at the center of my vision.
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“Louder.”
His voice was soft, but his eyes were already pitch black and firm. While thinking, ‘This is serious,’ I felt a stirring in my belly like a fire spreading. His fingertip touched the slightly swollen end of my lips, and his member pushed into my mouth.
“Uh-uh- hu, uh-.”
The roof of my mouth scraped, and my tongue was pressed down. Pushing his hips forward, he gazed down at my face intently.
It was the first time I had taken his member into my mouth at this angle. With no need for him to hold my head, my immobilized body felt vulnerable. Instinctual fear surged as he thrust from top to bottom.
“You said you wanted to suck since earlier.”
He lightly scratched my thin lips as if they were about to tear.
“Can you handle just this much?”
“Uh, huuh-.”
“Shall we see how far it can go?”
I strained my hand gripping the sheet and tried desperately to relax my throat. Cook, the glans lightly poked the back of my throat before forcefully pushing in.
“Uh-huugh!”
My airway was momentarily blocked. Pushing his hips forward with force, he carefully watched my face. One second, two seconds, three seconds. The hard flesh pressing against the soft flesh inside my throat slowly retreated. Blinking rapidly with blurred vision, I gasped for breath.
“You endure well.”
He lightly wiped the tears from my wet eyes as if rewarding me.
Breathless, I extended my tongue and laboriously licked underneath his shaft. My throat felt sore, my lips felt like they would split, and my mind was in turmoil, but I found comfort in his taste and warmth inside my mouth. The thick flesh I probed with my tongue pulsed with heat. And from his body, I could faintly smell the hotel shower gel.
He let me continue sucking on his member for a while. Then suddenly, his abs tensed as he inserted his member forcefully. I understood the signal and sucked on my tongue, taking a deep breath. Soon, he adjusted his position and thrust inside all at once.
“Hu, uh, huuuh…”.
As if my mouth and throat existed solely for his satisfaction, I endured the rough intrusion with my mouth wide open. The rough movement, entering and withdrawing into my throat, continued as if it would never end.
Finally, using the weight of his body to press my face down, he forcefully thrust his member in and out. The hard pelvic bone bumped against my cheek, and the rough ridge scraped against my lips.
I focused on finding the right timing to breathe, but eventually, my head emptied out completely and I just endured it. My throat felt uncomfortably blocked, and every time the roof of my mouth was scraped, my body trembled, and goosebumps ran down my spine.
Finally, he ejaculated deeply into my mouth, which had become numb. The hot, sticky liquid poured out, filling my throat uncomfortably. He pressed me down onto the pillow to prevent me from coughing.
“Swallow.”
It was a polite command, with the face of a clear master.
“That, huugh-.”
“Swallow it all, don’t spill.”
I painfully swallowed the soreness in my throat. The bitter, sticky fluid clumped together and went down my esophagus several times. He continued to stir inside my mouth until he finished, not withdrawing his member until I swallowed everything.
While I was coughing, he helped me up. I moved my stiff jaw a few times and wiped my wet lips with the tissue he handed me. Seeing a bit of blood on it, it seemed that one corner of my mouth had torn.
“You should apply some ointment.”
Watching me, he said with a subtle expression. I touched the wound with my tongue tip and shook my head.
“I think I’ll be fine. It’s not that bad…”
My throat was pitifully sore. Han Team Leader, looking like a walking ghost, hugged me again like a rag doll and took me to the bathroom. He rinsed my mouth with water, brushed my teeth, and then carefully wiped my face with a soft towel.
Caught up in the dazed and fuzzy feeling of being taken care of after playing, even though I hadn’t played anything, I was captivated.
“What are we doing tomorrow?”
“Stop talking. You’ll hurt your throat.”
I closed my mouth as ordered. Looking at me with narrowed eyes, he released my chin.
“I’ve booked a different place for our accommodation, so we’ll have dinner there. What would you like to do in the morning? Shall we go see the Hollywood sign?”
The Hollywood sign? I realized belatedly what he meant and shook my head.
“Don’t like it?”
Again, I shook my head, and he chuckled.
“Not good, not bad? Then what do you like?”
“…I…”
I wanted to say that it didn’t matter, that anything was fine. Instead of speaking, I simply reached out and covered his chest with my hand. He casually responded.
“Understood.”
“…?”
“There are quite a few things to see nearby, so I’m not sure what would be best. Let’s talk about it again tomorrow.”
I was carried to the bed as if I had no control over my limbs. After he covered me with the blanket, he got up to turn off the ceiling light.
“I’ll turn off the light.”
Soon the room was plunged into complete darkness. Unable to see anything, he climbed onto the bed and pulled me into his arms. My head rested against the pillow made by his arm. Our bodies were snugly pressed together.
I closed my eyes and listened to his breathing and heartbeat. I savored his scent. It was the end of a long and exhausting day.
At that moment, when I thought he had fallen asleep, his body moved slightly. With me in his arms, he half-rose and reached out with his arm. With a soft click, the area beyond my eyelids brightened a bit. He seemed to be turning on a night light.
I lay still, feeling his gaze on me through my closed eyes. I listened intently, but I heard no sound.
Unable to overcome sleepiness, I eventually drifted off slowly, and perhaps even after that, he continued to gaze silently at me in his arms.
***
Although it felt like I had just fallen asleep, in the early hours of the morning, I woke up. My body, unaccustomed to jet lag, was still struggling to find its rhythm.
My head ached, and my body felt heavy, as if I had woken up from a nap in the early evening. Whether it was because the hotel room was unusually dry or because I had cried too much last night, my stiff eyelids felt like they would tear off, sticking to my pupils.
I slowly got up, lifting his sleeping face, and quietly slipped out of bed. Although my body was sore in several places, it wasn’t difficult to move. It must have been evidence of his unusual care and patience.
After using the bathroom, I grabbed a bottle of water from the minibar and drank it. Outside the window, the city still wore the pale gray of an early weekend morning, not yet fully awake.
I found my phone and a book and sat down on the sofa. I draped his bathrobe, which was hanging over the backrest, like a blanket over my knees. I captured the morning scenery with his quiet breathing, the unfamiliar city outside the window, and the hotel room, which I might never return to again, on my phone camera.
After taking the photo, I turned on the video function and slowly panned the phone around. The small screen captured his body under the rumpled blanket on the large bed, the half-empty champagne bottle and glass on the table, the crumpled red cake on the wooden desk, and two watch boxes next to it.
I had never lived anything but the same routine day after day until I met him. I had never hoped for a day that wouldn’t end like this, never thought there would be moments I wanted to cherish so much as to hold them in my body without missing a beat.
It was strange. He wasn’t an ordinary person, and our relationship wasn’t ordinary either. Yet, loving him made me understand many things that I couldn’t understand before. I could finally enter the world beyond the glass and laugh and cry with my whole body like others.
It was what he had done for me. His birth, his existence in this world, and his presence by my side had introduced me to another world.
I picked up the box he had given me. It felt soft in my hand, and I slowly opened the lid.
A ray of sunlight touched the slightly ridged dial glass. I carefully took out the watch and placed it on my palm, looking at it closely to make sure the leather didn’t get damaged as I wrapped it around my wrist. The stable weight settled my mind.
Standing still, staring at the bright dial, I remembered what he had said yesterday. Maybe he meant that I should check the warranty because the watch was so expensive and rare. I didn’t have any intention of rejecting it now, even though it was expensive. Still, I carefully took out the round leather it was wrapped in and looked underneath. There was a piece of paper with a serial number that looked like a warranty, and a thin booklet-like manual printed with explanations, and I saw a small paper envelope.
“….”
The unsealed envelope opened easily. Inside was a small patterned card resembling a birthday card.
I glanced around the bed and then opened the stiff card. Written in his square and precise handwriting, in black ink from his fountain pen, were just three lines.
All the time I’ve lived until now seems like time waiting for Mr. Lee Seodan to arrive. Thank you for being the reason for my long-awaited answer.
I bit the card to keep the tears that were falling from wetting it. I took out a tissue to wipe my eyes and nose so that the sobbing sound wouldn’t come out. But the tears didn’t stop.
I put the card back in the envelope, closed the box, and crawled back to the bed where he was. Digging under the blanket, I hugged his back tightly.
“Why so early in the morning?”
He asked in a sleepy voice, gently touching my wet eyes with warm fingertips. His hair was tousled, and his usually clean-shaven jaw was stubbled.
“Did you have a dream?”
I nodded silently. His affectionate hand enveloped my cheek. He breathed slowly and pulled me closer, fitting perfectly against my body. His warmth spread to my tightly pressed body, and warmth spread to my fingertips and toes.
It didn’t matter if it was a first-time hotel room in a foreign city. This place felt like my place, where I had finally found my way after wandering. It felt like it had been prepared for me from the beginning, a place where I belonged.
***
We repeatedly dozed off under the gradually brightening blanket of the room until just before check-out time. Then we got up, hastily washed, and changed clothes.
While I was brushing my teeth, he, who was shaving next to me, touched my smooth cheek and looked puzzled. From my bag, which was all messed up, he even picked out shorts and a T-shirt for me to wear today, saying they were what I should wear. Borrowing his words, I followed him in a childish outfit, took the elevator with him, and sat in the passenger seat of his car.
“I need to stop by the office for a moment.”
He said as he pulled down the sunshade and put on sunglasses to start the car.
“I have some luggage to pick up. Then we’ll go eat… Do you prefer somewhere close or far?”
“Somewhere close.”
I replied because I was hungry. It seemed like my appetite was trying to compensate for the two weeks of lost time since arriving here; hunger had suddenly come rushing in.
The headquarters of the company he had been consulting for the past two weeks were not far from the airport or the hotel. Passing through an area densely populated with IT company headquarters or branches, he pointed out a few places to me. I found it fascinating that the names I encountered during work or study were so close by, and I gazed out the window.
It was a sunny day. There wasn’t a single cloud in the blue sky.
While he went to pick up his luggage, I waited in the parked car. Where he drove me after finishing his errands was a café next to a bustling seaside.
“You don’t like crowded places.”
I said to him as I sat down at an empty outdoor table.
Outside, it seemed less crowded than indoors. A large parasol hung over the outdoor table made of weathered wood, but still about half of the table was bathed in sunlight.
“There’s nothing we can do at times like this.”
He adjusted the parasol to shade me and handed me the menu.
“Choose what you want to eat.”
“What about you, Team Leader?”
Perhaps because it was an odd hour, the brunch menu was stuck on the table. There were no pictures, just dense menu descriptions, so I couldn’t tell what was what.
He glanced at the menu briefly and then picked one without any hesitation.
“If it’s salmon, with asparagus…?”
I spotted the menu underneath and immediately pointed to it.
“I’ll have this.”
“Okay.”
Normally, if I ate something sweet for lunch, I would receive his disapproving gaze, but I wasn’t sure if it was okay since we were on a trip or if brunch was acceptable.
Strong coffee came first, followed by the food. He cut a piece of salmon and asparagus heads onto a slice of bread for me and took a bit of the pancake without syrup.
I cut the pancake, accompanied by various fruits, into small pieces and ate them. My lips were still cracked, so I couldn’t open my mouth wide.
The leisure I was enjoying now felt surreal. Even though it was Saturday morning, eating outdoors with the sea right in front of me, listening to the gentle sound of waves and conversation mixed together, I wondered when I had ever worked at a company. Korea must be in the middle of the night now, so I might have felt groggy from the early morning.
Han Team Leader leisurely ate and talked about various things he had experienced during his business trip. Most of them were stories I had heard in passing during phone calls, but hearing them now after seeing his hotel and company gave me a completely different feeling.
After eating, we walked around the bustling pier and beach. The wind was quite strong, so he had to hold onto the wide-brimmed hat he had bought for me to prevent it from flying away.
It was a festive atmosphere like the end of the year. There were colorful rides and Ferris wheels, and people busking on the streets or doing acrobatics.
We rode the Ferris wheel and bought hot dogs and ice cream from street vendors.
Midway through, he confiscated my phone, telling me to stop taking pictures. Instead, he took a few photos for me with the sea in the background, which would have been praised as good works if the supervisor had seen them.
I was excited the whole time, and he seemed to be the same. He playfully poked me with his fingers as I ate ice cream and hot dogs, things he wouldn’t normally do, and when I looked at him with a puzzled expression, he smirked.
It was an afternoon bathed in golden sunlight. I dozed off for a moment in the car on the way to the accommodation. When I closed my eyes, we were driving along a coastal road with the sea in view, but when I opened them, the car was parked in a large outdoor parking lot.
The driver’s seat was empty. I looked around the large building and the cars parked in the parking lot for a while, then checked my watch and took out my phone to make a call.
– Are you awake?
He answered the phone right away. His low voice was mixed with the noisy indoor noise.
“Yes. Where are you, Team Leader?”
Perhaps it was the building in front of me, but I couldn’t tell where I was. I met the gaze of a blond girl standing next to a car parked right next to mine. There was also a young man who parked a large metal shopping cart next to the trunk.
– I’m doing some shopping.
He replied.
– If you don’t want to wait, come in. I’m almost done.
“…Okay. Where are you?”
OMGG THIS IS SUCH A GOOD AND SWEET CHAPTER THANK YOU FOR TRANSLATING THIS 😭😭 and it’s quite peculiar to read mr. Han being silly, teasing seodan lmao