The Urge to Ruin
Jeongun caught himself dragging his tongue across his lips and flinched, forcing his gaze away from Suhee.
He'd thought he was done with messy entanglements with women. He'd been with more of them than he could count, had so much sex he'd grown sick of it. So even when the countless women who came into the cafe made their little advances, he hadn't so much as blinked — and yet.
"I should clean this up too, right?"
"Ah — yes."
Once he'd started noticing her, it became harder and harder to take his eyes off that woman.
He wanted to break her. He wanted to dirty her. He wanted to watch how that refined, delicate face would come undone with pleasure.
He didn't know why, but an enormous hunger to conquer her surged through him, and he felt the hot rush of blood pooling low in his body.
"You should head out now."
"Huh? Are we done?"
"Yeah. I wouldn't put a customer to work."
There was still some tidying left to do, but Jeongun suddenly wanted to get out of there. It had been so long since he'd felt this out of control that the sensation itself was unsettling. He also felt pathetic for the way his eyes kept stealing to Suhee's legs, to the line of her back.
"It's fine — you helped me first, after all."
Suhee flashed him a bashful little smile and caught the look in Jeongun's eyes before he could hide it. His gaze seemed to waver once or twice before he steeled himself again, and that only made her want this man more. She was fairly sure she'd felt his eyes sweep over her body a couple of times, and the way he held himself in check appealed to her even more.
She set the broom down gently and stepped off to one side, folding her hands in front of her, simply watching as Jeongun put a few things in order. His gaze was intense, and he seemed to be holding something back, but at his core he struck her as the polite type — the kind who kept his inner life to himself. And she knew that type generally preferred quiet, neat women, the sort who would complement a temperament like his. There were exceptions, of course, but this man felt like he would be exactly that way.
"Mm."
Suhee nodded to herself, turning the thought over. And once a man had looked at her like that, you'd expect the glances to keep coming — but after he'd composed his face, he didn't look her way again. As if the whole thing had been a mistake. Suhee wanted to make him slip again.
"Thank you for helping."
"Not at all. You helped me first."
Still — that was enough for today. If she clung to him any harder, she doubted she'd get an ordinary reaction. And there was no sense risking what little progress they'd already made.
The bell above the door chimed as she stepped out. Suhee stood watching as Jeongun locked up and armed the security system. He found that steady gaze of hers difficult to meet. A woman who'd come this close would normally do what the one from earlier in the day had done — ask for his number, try to close the distance. She didn't. And it still wasn't quite the point where he should make a move of his own. Not yet.
"Well then."
"Ah — take care."
They exchanged a slightly awkward goodbye and went their separate ways. Suhee headed for the officetel. Jeongun walked toward a parking lot nearby.
"Hmmm..."
In the car on the way home, Jeongun kept his hands on the wheel, but his mind was still back at the cafe, turning over the image of the customer who'd stayed until the very end. No matter how he thought about it — no, the more he thought about it — the more he wanted her. That flawless face, that body, and the way she smiled. She looked quite young, too.
At first he'd wondered if it was simply that he hadn't been with a woman in a long time. The more he sat with it, the more he knew that wasn't it. He wanted, with a sharpness that surprised him, to train her to perfection and watch the expression on her face as she came apart.
"Maybe it's time I tried again."
For the next few days, the pattern held. She would tease Dongkyun until he was worked up, have sex with him, then go to the gym. And she went to the cafe every single day, as faithfully as punching a time clock. Of course, the relationships themselves had advanced — both with Taejun the trainer and with the cafe owner.
"See, you need to engage this muscle here."
"Mmh... okay."
Taejun's hands grew bolder by the session. Claiming she needed to fire this muscle or that one, he put them on Suhee's body without the slightest hesitation. It got worse whenever there were no other members around to watch. During chest work, his hands would sometimes slide in just below her collarbone — all the way to the upper swell of her breasts above the sports top.
Compared to the cafe owner, Taejun was an easy mark. If she simply left him alone, he'd get desperate soon enough and take care of it himself. Honestly, even now, if Suhee just gave him a little more of an opening...
"Ah — this part feels a bit uncomfortable."
"Does it? Let me take a look."
He had her on her back on the mat in no time and set about kneading her with enthusiastic hands. Taejun's eyes shone with naked want. Her sweat-slicked skin was smooth as anything.
"How's this? Here?"
"Mmh... that feels good."
The suggestive little moan in Suhee's voice went straight to Taejun's cock. Fortunately, the stretching zone was packed today, which meant they were in the office he used for PT consultations. After the workout he'd steered her in here under the pretext of talking through her diet, or a check-in — and what a windfall that had turned out to be. She'd even given him the excuse to put his hands on her, so his conscience was that much quieter.
Just the two of them in this room. It was a private space; no camera reached it. The room was small enough that the smell of sweat coming off Suhee's body filled it almost at once, and somehow it wasn't unpleasant at all. If anything, it was sweet. He found himself wondering what a woman had to eat for even her sweat to smell like that — and then he looked at that finely cut body, that pretty face, and it made a kind of sense.
A woman like that, lying on her stomach with no defense at all, giving her body over to his hands, letting those suggestive sounds slip out of her again and again.
Is she... wanting this?
The thought, rooted more in greed than anything else, crossed Taejun's mind as he let his hands travel slowly downward. The pressure that had been working her shoulder blades slid along the muscles of her back, stroking down the length of her spine.
"Mmh... ah."
"You're really knotted up. When it's like this, even the same movements can hurt."
"Okay..."
That languid, hazy voice made Taejun feel like his cock was about to split his shorts. He could barely hold himself back. If he just turned his hands a little to the side, those heavy, springy breasts were right there, well within grabbing range.
"Hold on a second."
Taejun swung a leg over and settled across Suhee's thighs. He didn't sit fully against her ass, but anyone walking in would have found the position extremely compromising. He flicked a glance at her face, and when she gave him nothing in particular, he exhaled in relief and began, slowly, to take what he wanted. He was still being careful. For now.
His hands traveled down her back and, as if by accident, brushed the strap of her sports top. He kept up the pretense of working out knots, but his fingers were simply moving over her, touching her wherever they pleased. The body that had been kneeling over her thighs began to sink lower.
"Ah... mmh... nnh."
"Just relax..."
Feeling Suhee's body go soft and heavy in his grip, Taejun burned hotter. He was already fully hard. If she sat up now, she'd see it immediately. But that mattered less and less. What mattered now was how quickly he could fuck her. He wanted to pin this woman down — this firm, slender body making those filthy little sounds in his hands — and bury his cock in her. He wouldn't even need to change positions. Just peel the leggings and panties down from here and shove into her from behind. It would be incredible.
Fuck. She'd taste so fucking good. For real.
Her skin, wet with sweat, had the kind of sheen people worked for. The image of gripping those pale white sides and driving into her made his cock swell so hard it felt like his shorts would split.
Ah, fuck it.
Taejun let himself sit, settling his ass against her thighs. His heavily erect cock hovered a breath away from her ass, almost touching, not quite.
Suhee felt every bit of it as Taejun's hands moved over her. A little more and he would throw away whatever was left of his composure and come at her — she was sure of it. She let her voice go a shade more explicit, matching the press of his fingers on purpose.
He pressed down.
"Aahh..."
He pressed again.
"Nnh."
Then a heavy weight settled against her thighs, and with it, the sound of his breathing turning rough. This kind of massage shouldn't have been hard work. Besides, Taejun was calling it a massage when all he was really doing was groping her. And his breathing had gone ragged? That meant he was turned on. His body pressing closer and closer only confirmed it.
And then a heavy, unmistakable sensation. Something settled into the cleft of Suhee's ass.
Taejun swallowed, resting his cock lightly along the split of her ass, and glanced at her face one more time. There was no way she didn't know. Not after he'd gone this far. She knew where his body was — down at her thighs — so something of that length and weight settling into her ass crack at this particular moment could only be one thing. His cock. Nothing else.
And once it was actually there, resting on her ass, worry was the last thing Taejun felt. He was wildly, almost painfully turned on. The line had been crossed, and there was no taking it back. And this ass — even through clothes, even with his cock barely laid against it — the spring of it was top-shelf.
"Mmh..."
Suhee shifted, tipping her hips up a fraction. She knew perfectly well what was resting on her ass. Watching Taejun walk into it so obediently, exactly as she'd meant him to, she almost wanted to laugh — but curiosity won out. How was he going to take her?
Seeing that slight lift of her hips, Taejun cheered inside his own head.
Fuck. That's it. She wanted it.
That lewd little push of her ass up against his cock. He decided there was no more reason to hesitate.