Episode 10. I Love You

The searing heat of climax still pulsed through his lower abdomen, not yet cooled. Through Jin-hyeok's blurred vision, Eun-ju's glistening body came into view. Thick, viscous trails crisscrossed her smooth skin in chaotic patterns.

Jin-hyeok frantically reached for the tissue box, grabbing a handful. His trembling hands carefully wiped down Eun-ju's clothes first before tending to himself.

"Sorry."

He prioritized cleaning her body over his own mess. His fumbling fingers struggled to erase the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠evidence properly.

Eun-ju's lips curved into a smile as she watched him. She raised a hand to gently cup Jin-hyeok's cheek. Seizing the moment when his frantic movements paused, she leaned up to press her lips against his.

Smack.

"It's fine."

Jin-hyeok's gaze wavered. As the warmth of her touch faded, his eyes returned to the damp tissues.

"But still—"

Smack. Mwah.

Before he could finish, Eun-ju's lips captured his again. A light peck deepened into a wet, lingering kiss. Their mouths soon locked together seamlessly. The tissues fell from Jin-hyeok's slackened grip.

Slick tongues tangled, exploring each other's mouths as the cramped car's atmosphere heated up again.

Buzz... Buzz...

A vibration hummed from Jin-hyeok's ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠pants pocket.

Their connected lips sprang apart. Jin-hyeok's spine stiffened rigidly. He fumbled for his phone, pulling it out to see a name flashing clearly on screen:

[Kim Na-eun]

Jin-hyeok's gaze went vacant. His fingers trembled slightly as he glanced at Eun-ju for her reaction.

Eun-ju simply looked up at him, then gave a slow, deliberate nod—permission to answer.

Jin-hyeok swallowed hard. Suppressing his ragged breathing, he stiffly swiped to accept the call.

"H-hey, Na-eun."

"Why aren't you answering me?" A petulant voice crackled through the speaker.

"Huh?"

"I've been texting you nonstop."

Jin-hyeok pulled the phone away to check his notifications. Multiple messages from Na-eun filled the screen:

Did you get home okay?

I feel so weird.

First kisses are magical.

I can't stop thinking about it...

The giddy words about their first kiss made his Adam's apple bob violently. These messages came from the girl whose lips he'd stolen mere hours ago.

"Sorry. I left my phone aside for a bit."

Jin-hyeok forced his voice into calmness, though it shook.

The smile vanished from Eun-ju's lips. As Jin-hyeok focused on the call, she studied him through narrowed eyes.

Slowly, Eun-ju lowered herself. Her face approached the still-rigid pillar between Jin-hyeok's legs—swollen and eager despite having already climaxed twice. Without hesitation, she parted her red lips and took the engorged tip into her mouth.

"Hng!"

A sharp gasp escaped Jin-hyeok's lips.

"Huh?" Na-eun immediately responded.

"What?"

"...Is something wrong, oppa?"

Jin-hyeok's tongue tangled as he scrambled for an excuse.

"St-stubbed my toe."

"Ouch, that hurts."

"Mmmh...!"

Jin-hyeok's thigh muscles locked rigidly. The overwhelming sensation between his legs began shattering his rationality. Eun-ju's hot, wet mouth engulfed his length completely, taking him to the root.

Schlurp. Slurp.

The lewd sounds of slick saliva and friction filled the cramped car. Eun-ju's tongue spiraled from base to tip, thoroughly coating every inch before focusing on ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the swollen glans.

"Y-yeah, so... wh-what did you want?"

Jin-hyeok strained to form words through his fractured voice. He clenched his lower abdomen, swallowing back moans that threatened to escape.

"I... um, we..."

Na-eun's voice grew shy and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hesitant on the other end.

At that moment, Eun-ju increased her pace.

Slurp. Schlick. Slurp.

Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked vigorously while massaging Jin-hyeok's inner thighs. Her pointed tongue probed at his urethral slit like a snake, coaxing out trapped droplets of precum that flooded her mouth.

"Hahh!"

Jin-hyeok's head snapped back.

"W-we kissed... right?"

As Na-eun spoke, Eun-ju created suction with her lips, drawing his glans deep into her mouth.

Schlooorp.
Smack. Mwah.

"...Yeah."

Jin-hyeok ground his teeth together, barely managing to respond. Electric jolts raced up his spine, making his entire body tremble like a leaf. His phone hand was now slick with cold sweat.

"So then... we're dating?"

Na-eun's innocent confession. Yet all Jin-hyeok could see was Eun-ju's saliva-slick face buried in his crotch, sucking like a wild animal.

Eun-ju maintained tight suction while glancing up at him through hooded eyes—a languid, knowing smile. Simultaneously, the base of her tongue scraped roughly along his frenulum.

Jin-hyeok's mind went white.

"Yeah."

"Hehe..."

Na-eun's delighted laughter echoed through the phone. Between those pure, joyful sounds, Jin-hyeok could hear the obscenely clear noises of Eun-ju greedily swallowing him down—a horrifying juxtaposition.

"I should... go shower now..."

Eun-ju gripped the base of his shaft firmly with one hand. Then she began ruthlessly thrusting his length deep into her throat, over and over. Each time her hot esophagus massaged his entire girth, Jin-hyeok's toes curled violently.

"Mm, okay. I'll go to bed too."

"Right. See you tomorrow."

"Goodnight, oppa."

"Night."

"I... love you."

Click.

The call ended.

Seizing the moment, Eun-ju mercilessly sucked him down to the root.

Schluuuurp.

Her hollowed cheeks created intense suction. Jin-hyeok's hips jerked violently upward. His hands instinctively gripped the back of Eun-ju's head. The dam burst—his climax crashing over him in an instant.

Splurt. Glurp.

Thick, pungent semen shot deep into Eun-ju's throat. She swallowed audibly, gulping down every drop.

"Hah... hah..."

Jin-hyeok threw his head back, panting roughly. His grip on Eun-ju's hair gradually loosened.

Eun-ju slowly withdrew, lifting her head. Maintaining eye contact, she deliberately parted her red lips to show the thick semen pooled on her tongue before closing her mouth again. With one final loud swallow, she took every last drop.

As she delicately traced his now-clean glans with a finger, Eun-ju looked up at him through heavy-lidded eyes. Her lips—still wet with his release—parted slightly.

"Congratulations."

A familiar officetel building approached outside the window. Eun-ju braked, bringing the car to a stop as thick silence filled the cramped interior.

"...Mrs. Kim."

Jin-hyeok's low voice shattered the moment. Their tangled breaths and shared names evaporated—the solid reality of their daily lives abruptly separating them again.

Eun-ju's eyes narrowed. She grabbed Jin-hyeok's collar roughly, pulling him in to seal his lips with hers.

"When we're alone..."

Hot breath spilled between their connected mouths.

"...call me Eun-ju."

Jin-hyeok's shoulders jerked. Her slick tongue invaded his mouth, tangling with his once more.

Boiling heat churned inside him. Despite having climaxed violently, his lower abdomen still throbbed heavily. He wanted nothing more than to follow this woman upstairs right now—to take her on a proper bed until dawn, until they lost consciousness. Viscous desire gnawed at his reason.

The car's enclosed space reeked of sex—that pungent, musky odor making his skin prickle with every breath. Jin-hyeok's gaze burned with matching hunger.

Eun-ju swallowed hard. Suppressing her own urges, she gently pushed against Jin-hyeok's firm chest.

"Go inside."

"...Okay."

Jin-hyeok exhaled shakily as he opened the door. Cold outside air rushed in.

After exiting, Jin-hyeok stared through the closed window for a long moment. Eun-ju severed that sticky gaze by jerking the steering wheel sharply. His lonely figure in the rearview mirror dissolved completely into the darkness.

The empty night streets flowed coldly beyond the windshield. Only the rhythmic passing of yellow streetlights illuminated the windows.

The shape of that hard, vicious cock remained vividly imprinted inside Eun-ju. Each press of the pedal made her thighs remember the violent sensation of being stretched. The dried stains on her hastily adjusted clothes had stiffened uncomfortably.

Her wedding ring—hanging loosely on her finger as she gripped the wheel—flashed coldly under passing streetlights.

That icy, foreign metal sensation.

In her mind, Na-eun's childish voice kept echoing like an auditory hallucination.

"I... love you."

Those pure words of confession overlapped grotesquely with the memory of her own greedy sucking sounds.

Eun-ju moved her dry lips, rolling the phrase on her tongue experimentally.

"I love you."

At the red light, sitting alone in her stopped car, Eun-ju stared into space and repeated the words again and again.

"I love you."