??-Rank Seong Ye-han
Shin Ye-hwa just couldn't figure it out. Ever since that day, no matter how hard she tried to seduce him, Seong Ye-han refused to lay a hand on her.
"Ugh..."
Even tonight was the same. There he was, beside the wide bed, sleeping peacefully all alone with deep, steady breaths.
She was the one going insane. Why the hell not!
Her precious spot, nestled deep in her lower belly, throbbed with such desperate ache it felt like she might die. It had only been a few days of neglect, but her young, healthy body—now awakened to the taste of a man and exploding with lust—was rampaging through every inch of her flesh and mind. Her breasts grew warm without a single touch, her nipples stood stiff and erect, her pussy dripped sticky nectar, all of them screaming for relief. Bad bastard... trash... You turn my body into this and just leave me hanging? That's too cruel.
And what made it worse was that Seong Ye-han wasn't simply ignoring her. He blocked the main event with ironclad resolve, but otherwise, he approached first, teasing her relentlessly.
Mornings started with him pulling her close for a deep kiss, as if shoving her away the night before had been a lie. Shin Ye-hwa couldn't bring herself to push his approaching face away, so she accepted his lips even knowing how it would end. Their mouths pressed softly, lips teasing each other gently until he slipped his tongue in—and she met it eagerly, their tongues entwining, breaths mingling, sweet pleasure melting her mind into a haze.
"Mmm... slurp—smack—"
When they parted briefly and she looked up, his dark eyes sparkled with amusement. Flushing with embarrassment, she'd kiss him again, and he matched her every reaction perfectly, as if reading her mind. It felt so good.
"Hng... ahh... ahn?"
Lost in the sensation with her eyes closed, his hand would sneak up—over her shoulders, down her back and waist, gripping her firm ass. It wasn't even that intense, but needy moans spilled from her lips anyway. Just as Shin Ye-hwa, fully aroused and ready to pounce...
He pulled away with a smooth dodge. Their slick tongues parted, a sticky silver thread stretching before snapping.
"Ah?"
"Time to get up and wash."
Where had that thick, sultry atmosphere gone? Seong Ye-han hopped out of bed light as air. Cold emptiness rushed in to fill the spot he'd left, leaving Shin Ye-hwa staring up at him in dazed shock.
Bad bastard!
Carrying that shattered mood into the training ground for sparring and drills, they took a break. Seong Ye-han sat in a chair, legs spread wide, and beckoned her over.
"Planning to toy with me again? No way!"
"Toy with you? I was just gonna ask for a massage."
She tried to refuse more torment, but he grabbed her, pulling her down to sit between his legs by force. In a real spar, she'd flatten him before he could try anything—but during breaks, for some reason, she couldn't resist. It felt alien, like invisible bonds held her in place as she let his hands roam.
Nestled in his embrace, Seong Ye-han kneaded her shoulders, arms, waist, and thighs with his large, masculine hands—press—press—each touch sending sharp tingles across her skin, spreading numbness that melted her reason and bared her inner bitch in seconds.
"Haa... haa..."
Heat bloomed inside her, escaping in heavy breaths—then he pulled away like nothing happened. Shin Ye-hwa calmed her raging body once more, finishing the day's training.
Dragging her frustrated form home, she tempted him fiercely that night unlike during the day, but his thick walls showed no cracks. Before, he'd cave the moment she clung to him... Was he just humoring her temptations all along? Or had he built resistance? Or—god forbid—tired of this bitch called Shin Ye-hwa?
Tch... She shoved the worst possibilities from her mind and brainstormed solutions. While he showered, she booted up the computer in the corner and typed into the search engine.
"Ways to have sex with your boyfriend..." — Not quite.
"Friends with benefits..." — "No way!"
Liking the short, direct phrase, she hit enter. Results poured in—mostly for men seducing women, useless to her now. Grimacing, she refined her search—then Seong Ye-han emerged from the shower.
"Whatcha doing?"
"N-Nothing!"
She slammed the screen off at the door sound, clutching her pounding heart and pretending to just boot up, clicking the mouse casually. Her squirrely panic was so familiar he burst out laughing.
"Porn? Why so flustered?"
"I don't watch that stuff!"
"Heh, don't overdo it. Even girls wear out their bones."
"I said no!"
This is all your fault! Shin Ye-hwa glared daggers at his back as he stomped to bed.
Looks like no embrace tonight either. Normally she'd cling anyway, but she held back. Watching him slip under the covers, she reopened the search.
Finally, she found what she wanted.
Thick bold text: "Search your lover's computer for AVI, MP4 files and watch."
Perfect—practical and immediate. This was the weapon to breach his walls and shatter the gates. Come at me, cock. Tomorrow, I'll drain you dry for all this pent-up frustration.
Sliding into bed, Seong Ye-han patted himself on the back for holding out so fiercely today. Resisting Shin Ye-hwa's aggressive advances was predictably tough. Any man would struggle with her body's allure blind—but he'd tasted it multiple times, knew every delicious inch, making restraint agony.
Each time she pressed against him, feeling that slutty texture to torment her... How hard it was not to snap. He fantasized flipping her over, savoring her hourglass rear, pounding that chewy flesh raw. Her waist shaking slap-slap, ass cheeks rippling taut under his thrusts—vivid enough to touch, yet he endured.
"Gotta hold out longer..."
He wanted her more his. Outwardly, she was his devoured bitch, but inside, she was the seductress devouring and dominating him. Even her taking initiative in sex was just a ploy to bend him to her will.
Fine to be a vixen—just not one lording over him. She should be his, not the reverse. Before, boosting stats and partially rehabbing her took priority, so he'd indulged. Now, time for the next level. And fix that damn "trash" talk.
Weeks of buildup had her lust piled sky-high. Just now, she looked ready to rub one out to porn.
"Just a bit more."
Calming his rock-hard cock, he vowed: He wouldn't break until she begged, "I'll do anything, just fuck me raw."
With that, their private schemes tucked away, the night passed in surprising peace.