Chapter 85

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 85

Chapter Title: Rekindled Passion

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As her depression deepened, her sex drive gradually faded away.

The drier her emotions became, the more her desires withered alongside them.

Mi-yeon used to masturbate two or three times a week.

But from one day on, the frequency dropped sharply.

It went from two or three times a week to once a week.

Then from once a week to once every two weeks.

From once every two weeks to once a quarter.

And eventually, she hadn't touched herself in over half a year.

"Ahh...!"

These days, she was masturbating every day.

At least once on light days, usually twice, and up ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to three times on intense ones.

Sometimes she'd watch porn while doing it.

Other times, she'd use the moans from next door as fuel.

Or just let her imagination run wild.

"Yes...!"

Vrrr... vrrr...

A pink rotor buzzed inside her pussy, teasing her inner walls.

Her left hand pinched her nipple, while her right rubbed her clit.

Her mound was thick with hair, like a jungle.

Her pink pussy spasmed, squirting out her juices.

"Ah... Jin-seong..."

The object of her fantasies was Jin-seong.

She pictured him ravaging her lips roughly, groping her thighs without permission, slapping her ass.

His big hands mauling her breasts, his thick cock pounding her pussy relentlessly, whispering filthy words in her ear.

-Beg for it. Shake your hips like a slut. Beg me to fuck you.

-Damn, this bitch shakes her hips so lewdly.

-Fucking slut tastes so good. Dripping wet ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠like a bitch in heat.

-Your pussy's so loose, slut? Squeeze harder. Clench that pussy tight.

Mi-yeon's tastes ran rough.

"Kyaaah!"

After cumming, she closed her eyes, savoring the afterglow.

She showered, gulped down some cold water, and headed to Jin-seong's place.

There wasn't any special reason for visiting him.

'I miss him.'

That was all. She just wanted to see him.

"..."

Their eyes met.

Just gazing at Jin-seong lifted Mi-yeon's spirits.

The world felt brighter.

Her signature fairy-like smile deepened. Her cat-like eyes curved into crescents.

"Can I come in?"

"Come on in."

"Were you working?"

"Nah. Just reading."

"Not working today?"

Jin-seong's shift was from 7 p.m. to 2 a.m.

It was 10:20 p.m. now—peak hours.

"Got an office now and hired some staff, so I've got more free time."

"Oh...?!"

"Coffee? Or juice?"

"Gotta sleep soon, so coffee's too much. Juice, please."

"Tomato? Orange? Mango? Which one?"

"Tomato juice, if you have it."

"Got it."

Mi-yeon eyed the book on his desk. Yesterday it was an autobiography; today, something on psychology.

Her gaze drifted to the Wish Tree. It wasn't growing slowly like normal trees. Mysteriously, it shot up noticeably each day.

Warmth.

Her eyes and lips softened. Staring at the Wish Tree filled her with an inexplicable coziness, like a hug from within.

'Nice.'

She sat in the chair. After admiring the Wish Tree, she stole a glance at Jin-seong's back as he poured her tomato juice.

'He's changed.'

In Mi-yeon's eyes, Jin-seong had transformed and grown as much as that tree.

'His looks.'

It wasn't just weight loss. His face shape itself had changed.

'His height.'

It wasn't just straightening up from shedding fat. He'd grown at least 5 cm taller.

"Here."

Her reverie broke. Jin-seong handed her the glass of juice.

"Thanks. I'll enjoy it."

She took a sip of the tomato juice and asked,

"How's YouTube going?"

"Sailing smooth. Broke 50k subscribers, and average views are way up."

"Whoa? That's a huge jump!"

She drained the tomato juice cleanly.

"Mi-yeon."

"Yeah?"

Mi-yeon couldn't help but flinch at the look ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠in Jin-seong's eyes.

Lust burned in them.

"Why'd you come to my place?"

"Huh...? Uh...? Um... Just bored... Yeah, bored."

That intense gaze unnerved her.

The unexpected question left her flustered.

"Not because you wanted to see my face?"

"No way. Am I crazy? Why would I come see some guy who rolls around with a bunch of women at this hour?"

It was true. She'd come because she missed his face. But her pride wouldn't let her admit it.

"Really? Then you came here hoping I'd eat you up?"

"Absolutely not! No way!"

Jin-seong glanced at Mi-yeon's affection level.

It was high enough for some naughty play.

Depending on the mood, they might even go all the way.

"Why are you grinning like that all of a sudden? It's creepy. Stop smiling."

Jin-seong's sly smirk sent shivers down Mi-yeon's spine.

He stood and approached her.

From behind, he pulled her into a hug.

"Coming over dressed like a slut."

She wore a thin black dress. His hand cupped her breast.

"And not even resisting when I touch you like this."

"Eut...!"

His left hand fondled her breast, his right stroked her thigh.

"You didn't resist earlier when I groped your tits either, right?"

"That was..."

"You came here wanting more tit play, didn't you?"

"No...!"

Jin-seong's lips crashed over hers.

Her lips, tongue, mouth—all ravaged mercilessly.

Mi-yeon closed her eyes and accepted it without resistance.

'Feels good...'

She loved the intense, deep kisses. Loved his rough touch.

"Ah..."

Jin-seong's hands stopped. He pulled back.

Mi-yeon felt a mix of relief and regret.

"If you come over again tomorrow night..."

Come over again?

"I won't hold back for real."

"Wh-what do you mean...?"

"I'll suck your tits and pussy with my mouth."

She could picture it. Jin-seong's mouth on her breasts and pussy.

"Haa..."

Dizzying. Her body heated up. Her breathing grew ragged.

"Wanna catch a movie after work tomorrow evening?"

"A movie...? Sure..."

Mi-yeon went home. She stripped halfway and masturbated, fantasizing about Jin-seong sucking her tits and pussy.

It drove her wild with arousal.

'Bad guy. Such a bad guy.'

She resented him.

'He's teasing me on purpose... Making me desperate intentionally...'

He'd probably grope her at the theater tomorrow.

Tease her mercilessly.

And if she went to his place, he'd really suck her tits and pussy.

Still.

Even so.

Strangely.

She didn't hate it at all. She was looking forward to it. Insanely excited. Her breathing quickened.

He watered the Wish Tree, infusing it with his wishes.

Almost fully grown.

Lush green leaves. Green fruit tinged with pale pink.

'Today...'

Jin-seong checked his schedule.

[Morning workout]

[Head to office]

[Lunch with Hong Jae-gu]

[Afternoon reading]

[Date with Mi-yeon]

[Evening reading]

Plenty of free time.

'Thanks to Jae-gu hyung, life's so relaxed now.'

More workout time.

A lot more reading time.

Even date time.

Extremely satisfying.

'Heh—gonna do lots of naughty stuff with Mi-yeon noona tonight.'

Mi-yeon's affection was at 37.

Just 13 away from 50.

Until it hit 50—or until she spread her legs herself—he'd keep up the naughty play short of penetration.

'Last night...'

He'd heard Mi-yeon's moans from next door.

Calling his name desperately as she masturbated.

So lewd, so slutty.

'Can't wait.'

He wished evening would come sooner.

Wanted to date. Wanted to get naughty.

Curious, too.

What did Mi-yeon's tits look like? Her pussy? How pretty was her asshole? What did her tits taste like? Her pussy?

Evening arrived.

Mi-yeon's affection had risen quite a bit overnight.

They headed to the theater.

"Gotta hit the bathroom quick."

"Hurry back."

He took care of business, washed his hands, and grinned at his handsome reflection in the mirror. Very satisfied.

Stepped out.

'Hm?'

Jin-seong stopped short as he approached Mi-yeon.

"..."

His eyes narrowed.

Mi-yeon was chatting and smiling with a middle-aged man.

He checked Mi-yeon's inner thoughts.