14. Don't Hold Back.
Episode 14. Don't Hold Back
The elevator doors slid open.
Na-eun stepped out first, with Jin-hyeok following closely by her side. Eun-ju trailed a step behind, walking after the two of them. At the end of the hallway, a manager approached and gave a slight bow.
"This way, please."
The three followed the manager's lead into the private dining room. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city's nightscape stretched out before them. As they settled into their seats, waiting for their meal to arrive, Na-eun and Jin-hyeok sat side by side, while Eun-ju took the seat across from them.
"Care for a glass of wine?"
Eun-ju set down the menu and glanced at them.
"Sure!"
Na-eun answered eagerly. Eun-ju called the server over and ordered two glasses—one for each of them, skipping her own.
"Mom, you're not having any?"
"I have to drive."
Na-eun didn't press further. Instead, she immediately leaned toward Jin-hyeok, whispering something to him with honeyed eyes gazing up at him.
Jin-hyeok smiled back at her, though his gaze kept flickering to the other side of the table. Every time his eyes met Eun-ju's, a trace of guilt surfaced in his expression—only to be quickly buried beneath the smile he maintained for Na-eun.
Eun-ju said nothing, lifting her water glass to her lips. She watched the two of them over the rim, observing how her daughter and Jin-hyeok sat shoulder-to-shoulder, murmuring to each other. Even as she took a sip, her eyes never left them.
The tablecloth draped long over the edges, concealing everything beneath from sight.
A faint smirk curled at the corner of Eun-ju's lips.
She lifted her foot.
Slowly, beneath the table, she stretched her toes forward—just enough to brush against Jin-hyeok's.
His shoulders stiffened almost imperceptibly. He hesitated for a split second before turning back to Na-eun as if nothing had happened.
Eun-ju slipped off her shoe. The sole of her stocking-clad foot met the cool air beneath the table. She pressed her toes against the top of his foot, then gradually slid them upward, tracing the firm line of his shin.
Through the thin fabric of his pants, she could feel the tension coiling in his calf, the subtle tremor in the muscles beneath. She savored that shiver against her skin, deliberately slowing the movement of her foot.
"Oppa, what's wrong?"
Na-eun tilted her head, having caught the brief awkwardness in Jin-hyeok's smile.
"...Nothing."
His reply was clipped, his voice slightly lower than usual—tight with tension. He forced himself to focus on Na-eun, nodding along to her words and interjecting where needed, all while enduring the growing pressure beneath the table.
Eun-ju observed him quietly, relishing the way he struggled to maintain composure. With deliberate slowness, she pushed her foot higher.
Her toes had reached his thigh now, gliding past his knee and inward, tracing the soft contours of his inner leg. The rough texture of his pants scraped faintly against her sole.
Jin-hyeok's hand clenched into a fist on the table.
Eun-ju stretched her leg further, letting her foot slip between his thighs—nestling snugly against the heat there.
Her sole pressed against it.
The unmistakable bulge, already straining against his pants. Even through the fabric, the searing warmth radiated against her skin, sending a flush of heat crawling up from her toes.
She lifted her water glass again, taking a slow sip as if nothing were amiss.
Then, she applied pressure.
Beneath her foot, it swelled even more—hard, hot, pushing back against her sole. The sensation sent a ripple through her breath. It wasn't her fingers but her foot that traced that heat, yet the fire seemed to spread through her own body just the same.
She wedged the arch of her foot against the prominent ridge, pressing down firmly before beginning to rub—slow, deliberate strokes.
Jin-hyeok's eyelids fluttered. He exhaled slowly, his shoulders tensing minutely. His throat must have gone dry—he reached for his wine glass, taking one sip, then another. Even as the glass emptied, his gaze remained fixed straight ahead, fighting to keep his composure.
Na-eun remained oblivious. Oblivious to what was happening beneath the table, oblivious to what the man beside her was enduring. She clung to Jin-hyeok's arm, chattering away without a care.
Then, the door opened.
Their food arrived. As the server set down the plates, Eun-ju carefully withdrew her foot. The moment her toes left him, a flicker of relief crossed Jin-hyeok's face—a reaction she quietly savored.
Dinner began. Eun-ju sliced into her steak with measured precision, her eyes flickering between the two across from her, waiting for the next opportunity.
Eventually, the meal concluded, and dessert was served.
"The desserts here are amazing," Na-eun said, spearing a bite of cake with her fork before holding it out to Jin-hyeok. "Try some, Oppa."
He reached for the fork, but Na-eun pulled it back with a playful "Ah!"
"Let me feed you."
Jin-hyeok hesitated, his eyes darting subtly toward Eun-ju—caught between his student's outstretched hand and the woman sitting across from them.
Eun-ju smiled.
"Go on," she said, her voice perfectly even. Her gentle smile seemed to ease his hesitation.
Jin-hyeok parted his lips. Na-eun popped the bite of cake into his mouth, beaming as if the simple act delighted her beyond measure.
Right at that moment—
Eun-ju's napkin slipped from her lap, fluttering to the floor beneath the table.
"Oh dear."
She murmured softly before bending down. Hidden beneath the tablecloth, her hand reached out—her fingers pressing firmly against Jin-hyeok's groin.
He jolted. His throat locked mid-swallow, the bite of cake nearly choking him.
When Eun-ju straightened back up, she met Jin-hyeok's gaze directly, sending a silent signal with her eyes. Then, slowly, she rose from her seat.
"Excuse me for a moment."
"Okay."
Na-eun answered absentmindedly. Eun-ju stepped away, walking toward the private restroom attached to the dining room.
Inside, she stood before the sink, staring at her reflection—her flushed cheeks, the faintly feverish glint in her eyes. Without turning on the water, she braced her fingertips against the edge of the counter.
She waited.
Soon, footsteps approached—careful but unmistakable.
The door cracked open. Jin-hyeok's face appeared in the gap.
Eun-ju reached out, seizing his wrist and yanking him inside.
"Mrs. Kim—"
The moment the door clicked shut, Jin-hyeok spoke, panic lacing his voice.
Eun-ju didn't answer. Without explanation, she crushed her lips against his.
He stiffened in shock—but only for a second. His arms slowly wrapped around her waist, hesitant yet yielding as he accepted the kiss.
Their tongues tangled, wet and slow. The cramped bathroom filled with the sound of their ragged breaths.
Sluurp. Schlick.
Eun-ju pulled back, their lips parting with a thin, glistening thread of saliva.
"That was quite the show," she murmured.
Jin-hyeok gave an awkward smile.
"I'm sorry."
"What can you do?"
She chuckled lightly, though guilt flickered across his face again at her words.
"My daughter can be quite the handful."
A hint of jealousy laced her voice. Jin-hyeok didn't know how to respond, opening his mouth only to close it again. He had no defense—he was the one who'd let things come to this.
Eun-ju studied his flustered expression, savoring the way he struggled for words. A throbbing heat coiled low in her stomach.
Enjoying the ache, she slowly sank to her knees.
What she had only teased with her foot beneath the table, she now pressed her face against. The thick outline of his erection strained against his pants, radiating heat against her nose.
"We don't have much time," she whispered.
"Ah—"
Jin-hyeok sucked in a sharp breath.
His zipper slid down. The fabric of his boxers was already damp with precum. Eun-ju dragged her tongue over the wet spot, tracing the shape of him through the thin material.
Schlick. Slurp.
"Eun-ju..."
His voice was ragged, strained—using the intimate name only spoken between them.
"Don't hold back."
Her lips sealed over the soaked fabric, her tongue pressing firmly against the swollen length beneath.
Schlurp. Slup.
Jin-hyeok's legs trembled. His hands, which had been hovering uselessly, now gripped the edge of the sink, knuckles white. His boxers were thoroughly drenched—sticky with precum and her saliva, the thin fabric clinging obscenely.
His large hand tangled in her hair, gripping tight as he bit back the moans threatening to escape. Just beyond the thin door, Na-eun sat oblivious. The slightest sound could betray them.
Eun-ju reached up impatiently, yanking his boxers down to his thighs.
At last, the full, rigid length of him sprang free—thick and veined, the pulse of his arousal visibly throbbing against flushed skin.
Her vision blurred as she stared up at it.
This was what she'd been craving. The shape she'd only teased with her toes beneath the table now stood fully erect before her.
She leaned in, pressing her nose against the swollen head, inhaling deeply. The musky, masculine scent flooded her senses, thick and intoxicating.
"Haa..."
Her hot breath spilled over the sensitive flesh, each exhale making the thick shaft twitch violently. The sheer size of him, the overwhelming presence—it sent a sharp throb of heat between her own thighs.
Jin-hyeok's legs tensed, his muscles locking. The veins in his hands bulged as he gripped the sink, biting his lip hard to stifle the pleasure threatening to overwhelm him.
Satisfied by his strained expression, Eun-ju parted her lips wide—then took him in, swallowing him to the root in one smooth motion.
Schluuup.
"Hhk—!"
Jin-hyeok's breath hitched. Clamping down on a groan, he forced the sound back into his throat.
