The Fox I Raised
The golden pupils right before her eyes shimmered with raw desire. The playful expression he had worn only moments ago felt like a complete lie as the atmosphere shifted in an instant.
Her lips, parted to say something, were once again sealed by his.
“Mmm…”
The kiss that began anew was gentler than before. Instead of the feeling of being devoured, it was more like a tender caress.
A thick tongue slid naturally into her slightly open mouth.
It traced every inch of her inner cheeks, the roof of her mouth, and beneath her tongue before finally capturing her hesitant one, drawing it out.
“Hngh.”
Startled by the sudden touch of cool air, Yeo-won let out a nasal sound and tried to turn her head away.
But Shin-wol gripped her chin firmly, holding her in place as he moved his tongue with deliberate slowness.
Their heated tongues intertwined with wet, obscene sounds.
He would flick the tip of his tongue to stroke the underside of hers, then deliberately suck on it with noisy hunger.
Then he would press their lips together tightly again, thrusting his tongue deep inside only to withdraw it, repeating the motion over and over.
He coaxed and soothed her stiffened tongue, urging her to move it herself, but simply enduring the kiss was already overwhelming enough for her.
“Hah… mm…”
The word “limit” was no exaggeration; once their lips met, they refused to part easily.
He drank in every fragment of breath she exhaled. Whenever she seemed too strained, he would pull back for a brief moment before claiming her mouth again.
The repeated, sticky kisses were more than enough to scatter a person’s mind completely.
Under the endless kissing, Yeo-won felt as if her brain were melting into mush.
She knew she should push him away, but even that resolve melted away, leaving her mind hazy.
While her consciousness grew distant, her senses, on the contrary, burned with heightened sensitivity.
It was as though every buried sensation was being forcibly dragged to the surface.
By the time a tongue filling her mouth began to feel almost natural, he finally pulled his lips away.
“Haa…”
His ragged breaths carried a lingering heat. As her blurred vision slowly regained focus, Yeo-won squirmed and pushed herself upright.
“What was that all of a sudden…”
“How was I supposed to take that in this kind of—never mind.”
Speaking felt too exhausting, so Yeo-won cut her words short and tried to stand up.
But even that was thwarted by Shin-wol’s hand. He lifted her body effortlessly and settled her onto his thighs. Then he carefully smoothed down her disheveled hair before brushing his thumb across her lips.
The sting where his finger passed told her they were already swollen.
Yeo-won glared at him silently. She was carefully choosing her words when he let out a low chuckle.
She clearly caught the mischievous glint in his eyes.
At his innocently smiling face, Yeo-won let out a disbelieving laugh before her eyes widened.
“I really wasn’t going to say this, but…”
“Isn’t your pettiness a bit much?”
He curved his lips into a smooth, warning smile, then pressed his face against her cheek and rubbed it slowly. Unable to push away the childlike clinginess, Yeo-won let out a soft sigh.
She was thinking that she would have to watch her words even more carefully around Shin-wol when a sweet, beautiful voice drifted down from above her head.
Yeo-won forcibly pried their tightly pressed bodies apart and looked straight at him.
“Do you want to release your transformation?”
“Then do you want to sleep?”
What exactly did he want her to do?
Yeo-won stared at him with displeasure before her large eyes blinked uneasily, as if she had realized something. A sense of déjà vu washed over her. Something similar had happened before.
Even though he noticed that she had understood, Shin-wol deliberately emphasized it once more.
Just as she thought. Yeo-won hid her flustered expression and tried to speak calmly.
“We just kissed, though.”
“I thought you were fine since you didn’t do anything after that… ngh.”
She felt something hot press against her below. His presence had grown so large that she wondered how long it had been like this.
His words sounded so magnanimous that Yeo-won’s face flushed bright red. The memory of that day—when her hymen had torn and blood had flowed—rose vividly in her mind.
He leaned in and lightly licked her lips. She reflexively opened her mouth, but Shin-wol only smiled and teasingly stimulated the area around it.
It was a question that hovered somewhere between request and coercion. Hearing him ask like this wasn’t entirely unpleasant.
This, too, was different from before. In the past, he would never have asked for her opinion.
A strange feeling stirred in her over such a trivial thing. Was it the sense of superiority that came from having a choice?
Yeo-won suddenly bit down on the tongue that was tickling her lips. It was a small, sharp act of revenge against Shin-wol, who always held the upper hand.
Her tiny action ignited the situation. As if he could endure no longer, Shin-wol devoured her lips completely.
*
Once again, lewd sounds filled the room. They were similar to before, yet the breathless gasps intertwining in the air clearly lacked any restraint.
While accepting his fierce kiss, Yeo-won secretly thought it was a tremendous relief that she had put the people in the next room to sleep.
At the same time, doing something like this with him in such a shabby motel brought an inexplicable sense of immorality.
Her heart raced madly, as if she were doing something forbidden, yet she no longer wanted to stop.
When Yeo-won wrapped her arms around his neck, Shin-wol responded with an even deeper, more intense kiss.
As she exhaled through the slight gap between their lips, a single thought rose in her mind.
‘He’s really good at kissing.’
It was a rather pathetic thought, but with no one to compare him to, the fact hit her even harder.
Had there ever been a time when he was clumsy? She couldn’t imagine it. It seemed as if he must have been perfect from the moment he was born.
But if he had been inexperienced at first too, then with all those countless women until now…
A sharp ache bloomed in her chest at the same time a stinging pain spread across her tongue.
“Ah!”
Startled, Yeo-won pulled her lips away, and a small click of the tongue reached her ears.
When she looked up, Shin-wol was staring at her with a displeased expression.
“I-I wasn’t!”
She couldn’t let her mind wander even for a second. In truth, those other thoughts had been about him.
But Shin-wol, unaware of her unjust feelings, narrowed his eyes even further than before.
Sensing that he wasn’t going to let it slide, Yeo-won glanced at him furtively.
Then she slowly leaned in and gave him a quick, audible peck.
“It’s nothing, really…”
After a brief hesitation, Yeo-won shyly averted her gaze.
“It’s just… you’re so good at kissing. Everything is my first time, but nothing is yours. So that made me feel a little…”
Shin-wol cupped her face and turned it toward him. The face that suddenly filled her vision held no trace of amusement—only seriousness. After meeting his eyes for several seconds, Yeo-won bit her lip, her face twisting.
“…Just pretend you didn’t hear that, seriously.”
At her murmur, quieter than a breath, Shin-wol’s eyes slowly closed and then reopened.
All because of these few words.
He had heard every praise the world could offer. Neither poets who defined their eras nor the most beautiful courtesans who could toy with kings had ever shaken him.
No words had ever excited him, and certainly none had ever elevated his emotions.
The only reason he embraced humans was necessity.
For fresh spiritual energy, because he was hungry, or to deceive foolish humans.
But why was it?
The woman before him was neither an unparalleled beauty nor someone skilled in the arts of the bedchamber.
Yet every single word she spoke, every small movement, every heated glance, and even the occasional childish behavior—
Everything without exception had been deeply engraved into the depths of his mind.
He let out a small sigh.
“A fox?”
His remaining words were swallowed by a low growl. Immediately after, a large hand slipped between her clothes in an instant and grasped her breast.
“Ngh!”
He lifted one corner of his mouth in a sardonic smirk.
Yeo-won never quite grasped the full meaning behind his words.