OC X SEO YEA JI
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The doorbell chimed, a sophisticated melody that echoed through the modern apartment. Seo Ye-ji, still slightly flushed from her action-packed day on set, adjusted the thin t-shirt she was wearing. It was one of her boyfriend, Min-jun's, softest cotton tees, and it clung to her every curve, the fabric almost sheer against the delicate lace of her black bra. The studio lights had been unforgiving, and under this softer lighting, the full shape of her breasts was undeniably visible, the dark cups of her bra a stark contrast to the lighter fabric.
Min-jun rushed to the door, a nervous excitement in his step. "That must be Mr. Park!" he called out to Ye-ji, who was just stepping out of the kitchen with a bowl of steamed edamame. She offered him a warm smile. She was genuinely happy to meet his boss, a respected figure in the finance world, and she hoped her presence would make a good impression, maybe even open up some opportunities for Min-jun.
The door opened to reveal a distinguished man in his late forties, impeccably dressed even for a casual dinner. Mr. Park's eyes immediately landed on Ye-ji, and a flicker of surprise, quickly masked by a polite smile, crossed his face. He extended a hand to Ye-ji, his gaze lingering a moment too long on her chest, the visible outline of her nipples peeking through the thin cotton.
"Seo Ye-ji-ssi," he said, his voice a low rumble, a hint of admiration in his tone. "It's an absolute pleasure. Min-jun has told me so much about you, and I must say, you are even more radiant in person." His eyes flicked down again, a subtle but unmistakable appraisal of her figure in the revealing t-shirt. He couldn't help but notice the way the soft cotton molded to the prominent swell of her breasts, the shadow of her cleavage clearly defined, the dark lace of her bra a tantalizing frame. He found himself momentarily speechless, captivated by her effortless beauty and the unintentional yet potent sensuality of her casual attire.
Seo Ye-ji, accustomed to the intense gazes of fans and the scrutinizing lens of the camera, was no stranger to being looked at. But there was a raw, unadulterated hunger in Mr. Park's eyes that was different. She could feel his gaze tracing the lines of her body beneath the clinging t-shirt, lingering on the prominent peaks of her breasts pushing against the soft cotton, the subtle sway of her hips as she had walked from the kitchen. A faint smile played on her lips. Usually, such blatant ogling would have elicited a sharp retort or a feeling of discomfort. Her body, honed from years of disciplined training for action roles, with its subtly defined muscles and the natural curve of her full breasts, was hers to command, not to be freely devoured by wandering eyes.
Yet, there was something undeniably arousing about the way Mr. Park, a man of considerable power and influence, couldn't seem to take his eyes off her. The sheer lack of pretense in his lust, the way his gaze lingered so openly on her exposed form, sent a strange heat pooling in her lower abdomen. She knew her t-shirt was revealing, the thin fabric practically transparent against her black lace bra, showcasing the rounded fullness of her breasts and the dark circles of her nipples straining against the delicate material. It was a casual look for a relaxed dinner, but under Mr. Park's intense scrutiny, it felt charged with a different kind of energy. A small shiver traced its way down her spine. The knowledge that this powerful man, someone who could significantly impact her career, was so openly lusting after her body awakened a complicated mix of vulnerability and a secret, illicit thrill.
As Min-jun turned towards the kitchen, busying himself with pouring drinks, Mr. Park leaned slightly closer to Ye-ji. His eyes dropped again to her chest, and this time, a knowing smirk played on his lips. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, suggestive whisper that only she could hear amidst the clinking of glasses. "That t-shirt… it's certainly a very… generous offering, Ye-ji-ssi. Are you trying to distract your boyfriend's boss?"
Ye-ji felt a jolt of shock, her eyes widening almost imperceptibly. The directness of his comment, the blatant acknowledgment of her revealing attire, took her by surprise. Her heart skipped a beat. She glanced quickly towards the kitchen, making sure Min-jun's back was still turned. A nervous laugh bubbled up in her throat, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange sense of being caught.
"Oh, no, Mr. Park," she replied, her voice a little breathier than usual, trying to keep it light and casual. "It's just… comfortable. I came straight from a shoot." She subtly adjusted the neckline of the t-shirt, a reflexive gesture, though she knew it was futile in concealing the obvious.
Mr. Park's eyes followed her movement, a predatory gleam in them. "Comfortable for you, perhaps. But for a man with eyes… it's quite… stimulating." He reached out a hand, and this time, his fingers brushed against her arm again, but lingered a fraction longer, his thumb lightly stroking her bare skin. Ye-ji's breath caught in her throat. She looked around quickly, ensuring Min-jun was still occupied in the kitchen, completely oblivious to the charged interaction happening just a few feet away. A strange thrill, mixed with a growing sense of unease, coursed through her. This dinner was taking a turn she hadn't anticipated.
As they settled around the polished wooden dining table – Ye-ji and Min-jun on one side, and Mr. Park facing them – the initial conversation was polite and focused on pleasantries. They discussed Ye-ji's recent shooting schedule, Mr. Park's work in finance, and Min-jun's aspirations within his company. Ye-ji found herself subtly observing Mr. Park, noticing the way his eyes would occasionally flick downwards, lingering on her chest even through the slightly less revealing angle from across the table.
As the conversation flowed, punctuated by Min-jun's eager contributions, Mr. Park's boldness began to subtly escalate. He leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on Ye-ji's face as she spoke, but there was an intensity in his stare that made her skin prickle. Then, under the cover of the tablecloth, it happened. Ye-ji suddenly felt a soft pressure against her bare calf. Her eyes flicked down instinctively, but she couldn't see anything. A moment later, the pressure returned, a slow, deliberate stroke moving upwards along her bare leg. Her breath caught in her throat. Mr. Park's leg.
His touch continued its insidious journey, sliding past her knee and onto her inner thigh beneath the hem of her short skirt. Ye-ji's heart hammered against her ribs. She glanced up at Mr. Park, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and a burgeoning panic. He maintained eye contact with her, a knowing, predatory smirk playing on his lips, completely unconcerned that Min-jun was mid-sentence, enthusiastically describing his latest project.
Mr. Park's leg pressed more firmly against her inner thigh, his toes now subtly teasing the delicate skin higher and higher. Ye-ji instinctively squeezed her legs together, a reflexive attempt to block his unwelcome advance. The pressure only intensified, his toes now dangerously close to the hem of her panties. She subtly shifted in her seat, trying to create some distance, but Mr. Park's leg moved with her, an insistent, possessive probe. A wave of heat washed over Ye-ji, a potent blend of fear and a strange, unwanted flicker of arousal at the audacity of his move. She had to do something, but Min-jun was right there, completely oblivious to the blatant sexual harassment happening beneath the table. The casual dinner had become a terrifying and thrilling game of cat and mouse, played out under the guise of polite conversation.
Despite her initial shock and the instinctive urge to pull away, a strange shift began to occur within Ye-ji. Mr. Park's touch, while initially unwanted, carried a certain confidence, a sense of power that was hard to ignore. The illicit nature of the act, the risk of being discovered by Min-jun who was still enthusiastically talking about work, sent a nervous flutter through her that was increasingly tinged with excitement.
As Mr. Park's toes continued their teasing journey higher up her thigh, getting dangerously close to the edge of her underwear, Ye-ji found her own legs relaxing slightly, the initial tension easing. She subtly angled her knee outwards, offering him more access, a silent, almost unconscious invitation to continue. The heat between her legs intensified, a familiar ache of arousal beginning to bloom.
Mr. Park's smirk widened almost imperceptibly, a silent acknowledgment of her change in posture. His toes now gently brushed against the lace of her panties, a deliberate, tantalizing tease. Ye-ji's breath grew shallower, and she could feel her nipples hardening beneath her top. The forbidden thrill of the situation, the powerful boss secretly pleasuring her under the table while her oblivious boyfriend chatted away, was becoming overwhelmingly arousing. She clenched her jaw slightly, a small, almost imperceptible tremor running through her body, a clear sign of her surrender to the illicit excitement of the moment.
"Min-jun was just telling me about your upcoming role in that new action film, Ye-ji-ssi," Mr. Park said, a sly glint in his eyes as his foot continued its subtle exploration between her thighs. "It sounds like it will require a lot of… stamina. Are you preparing yourself adequately for the physical demands?" His toes brushed against the lace of her panties, a deliberate provocation.
Ye-ji's breath hitched. She met Mr. Park's gaze, a playful smirk forming on her lips. "Oh, yes, Mr. Park," she replied, her voice a little breathier than usual. "I've been doing a lot of… conditioning. Making sure I'm limber and ready for any… intense scenes." She subtly shifted her legs, offering him a little more access. "It's all about finding the right rhythm and knowing how to… handle the pressure."
Min-jun beamed, completely missing the underlying current. "She's incredibly dedicated, Mr. Park! She trains for hours. Really pushes herself to the limit to be in peak… performance."
Mr. Park chuckled, his gaze never leaving Ye-ji's. "I'm sure she does, Min-jun. It takes a special kind of talent to maintain such… exquisite form. And I imagine, Ye-ji-ssi, you have to be very careful about who you allow to… assist you with your warm-ups." His toes gently teased the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
Ye-ji's pulse quickened. "Indeed, Mr. Park," she purred, her eyes locking with his. "It's crucial to have someone who understands the… intricacies of the process. Someone who knows exactly where to apply the… right amount of force to achieve the best results." She subtly pressed her legs together, trapping his foot between them, savoring the feel of his toes against her moistening core.
Min-jun nodded enthusiastically. "Exactly! She even has a special stretching routine. Says it's the key to her… flexibility and endurance."
Mr. Park's foot pressed a little harder, his toes now gently massaging her through the thin fabric of her panties. "I'm sure it is, Min-jun. Some exercises require a more… intimate approach, wouldn't you agree, Ye-ji-ssi? A closer connection, perhaps, to truly feel the… benefits."
Ye-ji could barely contain a shiver, the sensations between her legs becoming increasingly intense. "Absolutely, Mr. Park," she replied, her voice a husky whisper. "Sometimes, the best way to achieve… peak performance is through a very… hands-on approach."
You know, Mr. Park," Ye-ji said, tilting her head with a seemingly innocent expression, "Min-jun here is such a hard worker. He puts in so much effort, but sometimes… he just doesn't quite have the… reach needed to truly excel in his field." Her eyes flickered to Mr. Park, the double entendre unmistakable. Under the table, Mr. Park's toes had slipped further, now nestled directly against her dampening core.
Mr. Park chuckled knowingly. "Ah, yes," he replied, his gaze fixed on Ye-ji with undisguised admiration. "Effort is commendable, but sometimes you need a more… experienced hand to guide you. Someone with the right… tool for the job to truly penetrate the market, wouldn't you agree?" His foot pressed gently against her.
Min-jun laughed good-naturedly, completely oblivious. "Hey! What's that supposed to mean? Are you guys saying I'm not good at my job?"
Ye-ji offered Min-jun a sweet, placating smile. "Oh, honey, no! We're just saying that sometimes, a little extra… support from the top can make all the difference in achieving your goals." Under the table, her fingers discreetly reached down under her skirt. With a slow, deliberate movement, she nudged the elastic band of her panties aside, creating a slightly wider opening, a direct invitation for Mr. Park's exploring toes.
Mr. Park's eyes darkened with lust as he subtly adjusted his leg, his toes now making direct contact with her bare, moist flesh. A thrill shot through Ye-ji, a potent combination of the forbidden and the intensely arousing. She met Mr. Park's gaze, a silent understanding passing between them.
"Exactly, Min-jun," Mr. Park continued smoothly, his foot now gently stroking her exposed vulva. "It's about having the right connections and knowing how to… handle certain situations with… finesse. Sometimes, you need to be willing to go the extra mile, to offer a little… something extra to truly impress the right people." His toes brushed against her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through Ye-ji.
Ye-ji leaned forward slightly, resting her elbows on the table, her gaze fixed on Mr. Park, a sensual smile playing on her lips. "Oh, I completely agree, Mr. Park," she purred, her voice a little husky. "Sometimes, a little… exposure in the right circumstances can lead to very… rewarding outcomes." Under the table, she subtly spread her legs a fraction more, giving Mr. Park even greater access, reveling in the feel of his insistent touch against her increasingly wet pussy. Min-jun just chuckled, shaking his head. "You guys are incorrigible!"
"Let me go start on dinner," Ye-ji announced, pushing back her chair with a graceful movement. Mr. Park's leg, which had been delightfully tormenting her under the table, reluctantly retreated. She stood, the short hem of her skirt swirling around her thighs.
"Oh, let me help you," Mr. Park offered quickly, turning to Min-jun with a disarming smile. "I'm quite the accomplished cook myself, Min-jun. I wouldn't want your beautiful girlfriend slaving away in the kitchen." He stood up smoothly, his eyes never leaving Ye-ji as he gestured towards the doorway to the kitchen.
Ye-ji hesitated for a split second, a flicker of apprehension mixed with the lingering thrill of their under-the-table encounter. But she offered a polite smile. "That would be lovely, Mr. Park. Thank you."
She led the way into the brightly lit kitchen. As she turned to face the counter, gathering ingredients, she felt Mr. Park step in close behind her, the heat of his body radiating against her back. Before she could even register his intention, his hands shot out, firmly grabbing both cheeks of her ass under her short skirt.
Ye-ji gasped, a sharp intake of breath escaping her lips. Her body went rigid with shock. "Mr. Park!" she exclaimed, her voice a hushed but firm chide. She tried to pull away, her hands instinctively reaching back to try and dislodge his grip. "Min-jun is right there, watching TV! What do you think you're doing?" Her heart hammered against her ribs, a potent mix of fear and a renewed surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins. The audacity of his move, so sudden and blatant, left her momentarily stunned.
Mr. Park chuckled softly, his grip firm and possessive on her rounded flesh. He squeezed gently, his thumbs rubbing against the curve where her thigh met her buttock. "Resisting already, Ye-ji-ssi?" he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. "But I have a feeling you're enjoying this more than you let on." His fingers subtly dug into her cheeks, enjoying the feel of her soft skin under his touch.
Ye-ji's initial shock was quickly being replaced by a confusing wave of heat. Despite the audacity of his actions and the risk of Min-jun walking in at any moment, her body was starting to respond. A familiar warmth was pooling low in her abdomen, and her nipples were tingling beneath her t-shirt. She still knew she should protest, should push him away, but the thrill of the forbidden and the undeniable power dynamic at play had begun to erode her resistance.
"Mr. Park, please," she whispered, her voice losing some of its initial firmness, now laced with a hint of breathlessness. "Min-jun could come in…"
"Let him," Mr. Park said, his grip tightening momentarily. "Or perhaps… let's keep it our little secret." He shifted his hands, one still firmly planted on her ass cheek while the other slid slightly higher, his fingers now tracing the line where her skirt met the top of her thigh, dangerously close to her underwear.
Ye-ji bit her lip, her internal struggle evident on her face. She knew this was wrong, a clear violation of boundaries. Yet, the sensation of his hands on her body, the boldness of his touch, was igniting a fire within her. She tried to focus on the task at hand, reaching for the gochujang paste in the cupboard, her movements jerky and uncoordinated. Her mind was racing, a chaotic mix of fear, excitement, and a growing sense of surrender.
As she reached for a knife to chop vegetables, Mr. Park's hand on her ass cheek gave another firm squeeze, his fingers subtly digging into her flesh. A soft moan escaped her lips before she could stop it. She quickly cleared her throat, hoping Min-jun hadn't heard from the living room. "I… I need to focus on the food," she stammered, her voice trembling slightly.
Mr. Park's chuckle was low and knowing. "Go ahead, Ye-ji-ssi. Cook for us. I'll just… admire the view." His fingers then slipped further down her thigh, the tips now brushing against the lace of her panties, sending a jolt of pure sensation through her. Ye-ji's body reacted instantly, a sudden surge of wetness between her legs. She pressed her thighs together slightly, trying to contain the growing arousal, but the feeling of his hand against her ass, so intimately close to her core, was making it increasingly difficult to maintain any pretense of resistance.
Mr. Park's fingers on her thigh edged higher, the lace of her panties a mere barrier now. The cool air of the kitchen brushed against the exposed skin where the fabric had shifted. Ye-ji could feel the heat radiating from his hand on her ass, the possessive pressure sending shivers of a conflicting mix of fear and desire through her. The scent of the gochujang, sharp and spicy, filled the air, mingling with the subtle, almost metallic tang of her own arousal.
"You're flustered, Ye-ji-ssi," Mr. Park murmured, his voice a low rumble right against her ear, his lips so close she could feel the warmth of his breath. "Does the thought of me… enjoying your assets while you prepare dinner for your boyfriend… excite you?" His thumb, with deliberate slowness, traced the outline of her ass cheek.
Ye-ji's hands trembled slightly as she tried to slice a scallion. The sharp edge of the knife felt suddenly precarious. "Mr. Park, please… we shouldn't…" But the protest lacked conviction, her body already betraying her words. Her nipples were now hard points pressing against the thin cotton of Min-jun's t-shirt, and a wet warmth pulsed between her thighs.
Mr. Park's other hand left her thigh and moved to her side, his fingers lightly tracing the curve of her waist, then slowly sliding upwards, his knuckles grazing the underside of her breast. Ye-ji's breath hitched. She could feel the heat of his touch through the fabric, imagining the sensation of his bare skin against hers. The sizzling of oil in a nearby pan seemed to amplify the tension in the small kitchen.
"Don't worry, Ye-ji-ssi," he whispered, his fingers now gently cupping the side of her breast, his thumb brushing against her hardened nipple through the t-shirt. "Our little secret. Think of it as… adding a little spice to the evening." His thumb started to rub lightly, and a soft moan escaped Ye-ji's lips before she could suppress it. She quickly coughed, hoping the sound would be masked by the whir of the range hood fan. The vibrant red of the gochujang in the bowl suddenly seemed to mirror the flush creeping up her neck.
As Min-jun's footsteps approached the kitchen entrance, Mr. Park instantly shifted his posture, stepping closer to the counter as if intently observing the ingredients Ye-ji was preparing. He reached out a hand, his fingers hovering near the bowl of gochujang. "Perhaps a little more of this, Ye-ji-ssi?" he said, his voice now loud and jovial, directed towards Min-jun as he entered the kitchen.
Min-jun leaned against the doorway, a smile on his face. "Smells delicious! You two are quite the team in the kitchen." He seemed completely unsuspecting, his attention focused on the food.
Under the guise of pointing at a specific ingredient, Mr. Park's hand brushed against Ye-ji's, his fingers briefly squeezing hers before moving towards the bowl. But as his other hand rested on the counter near her, his thumb subtly traced the curve of her hip, just beneath the hem of her t-shirt, a silent continuation of their illicit game. Ye-ji's breath caught in her throat. She forced a smile for Min-jun, trying to appear normal, while the sensation of Mr. Park's thumb grazing her skin sent a shiver down her spine.
"Mr. Park was just giving me some tips," Ye-ji said, her voice a little higher than usual. She reached for a knife, her hand slightly trembling.
Mr. Park chuckled, his eyes meeting Ye-ji's for a fleeting moment, a predatory gleam in their depths. "Indeed. Making sure Ye-ji-ssi's technique is… up to par." He then moved slightly, positioning himself to her side, ostensibly to look at the vegetables she was chopping. As he did so, his arm brushed against her breast, a lingering contact that made her nipples harden even further.
"You seem to be handling that knife very skillfully, Ye-ji-ssi," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear again, his voice just a whisper. "Are you always so… precise with your movements?" His hand then subtly moved down her back, his fingers trailing along her spine, a path that led directly to the waistband of her skirt.
Ye-ji's heart pounded against her ribs. She swallowed hard, trying to maintain eye contact with Min-jun, who was now reaching into the refrigerator for a beer. "Years of practice," she managed to reply, her voice a little shaky. Under her skirt, she could feel Mr. Park's fingers dipping just beneath the elastic, the tips lightly brushing against the top of her bare ass. The risk of Min-jun turning around and seeing them was almost unbearable, yet the thrill was undeniable.
"Well, I must say," Min-jun said, popping open his beer, "this is quite the treat. My two favorite people cooking together." He took a swig, completely oblivious to the electric tension simmering just a few feet away.
Mr. Park chuckled again, his fingers now gently kneading Ye-ji's buttock beneath her skirt. "The pleasure is all mine, Min-jun. Especially when the view is this… inspiring." His gaze lingered on Ye-ji's face, a silent promise of more to come in his eyes.
Mr. Park's fingers, now fully beneath the hem of Ye-ji's skirt, slid lower, his middle finger dipping into the soft crease between her buttocks. A gasp caught in Ye-ji's throat, and she gripped the countertop tighter, her knuckles white. The sizzling of the kimchi jjigae on the stove suddenly sounded deafening in the small kitchen.
"That's a very nice… curve you have there, Ye-ji-ssi," Mr. Park murmured, his voice low and husky, his thumb now gently pressing against the thin fabric of her panties, right over her dampening core. "Very… touchable."
Ye-ji forced a smile for Min-jun, who was now watching her intently. "Just making sure I don't burn anything," she said, her voice a little shaky. She reached for a spoon, her hand brushing against Mr. Park's arm. She subtly pressed her fingers against his bicep for a fleeting moment, a silent acknowledgment of his boldness.
Mr. Park's foot under the table then nudged her inner thigh again, this time with a more insistent pressure, his toes gently separating her slightly parted legs. He leaned in closer to Ye-ji, pretending to examine the vegetables she was chopping. "Are you enjoying your time… on set, Ye-ji-ssi?" he whispered, his breath warm against her ear. "Is there a lot of… action?" His fingers on her buttock gave a slow, deliberate squeeze.
Ye-ji's pulse pounded in her ears. "Yes, Mr. Park," she managed to reply, her voice barely above a whisper. "Quite a bit. It can get… very physical." Under the table, she subtly shifted her weight, pressing her wetness against his exploring toes.
Min-jun, ever the innocent bystander, chuckled. "She comes home exhausted sometimes! Says it's more tiring than any workout."
"Ah, but a good kind of tired, I'm sure," Mr. Park said, his gaze fixed on Ye-ji's flushed face. His hand on her back then slid lower again, his fingers now dipping inside the waistband of her skirt, his thumb finding the top of her panties and gently tugging them down a fraction. Ye-ji gasped softly, her eyes widening with a mixture of shock and intense arousal. She quickly turned towards the stove, pretending to stir the pot, her back now pressed against Mr. Park's hand, savoring the feeling of his fingers so intimately close to her core. The savory aroma of the Korean stew filled the air, a stark contrast to the raw, animalistic tension simmering between Ye-ji and her boyfriend's boss.
Mr. Park's fingers, already nestled beneath the waistband of Ye-ji's skirt, subtly shifted their target. While Min-jun turned to rummage through the refrigerator, his back completely to them, Mr. Park's thumb slid downwards, encountering the soft, moist fabric of her panties. With a deliberate slowness that amplified the anticipation, he gently pushed the fabric aside, his fingertip making direct contact with Ye-ji's swollen, wet flesh.
A sharp intake of breath escaped Ye-ji's lips, and she gripped the edge of the counter so tightly her knuckles turned white. The sudden directness of his touch, the sheer audacity of it with Min-jun just a few feet away, sent a jolt of pure electricity through her body. The aroma of sizzling garlic in the pan suddenly seemed overpowering, and the vibrant colours of the vegetables on the cutting board blurred in her vision.
"You're a little… damp, Ye-ji-ssi," Mr. Park murmured, his voice a low, suggestive purr that barely carried above the quiet hum of the refrigerator. His fingertip began to gently trace the sensitive folds of her vulva, a slow, tantalizing caress.
Ye-ji squeezed her eyes shut for a fleeting moment, trying to regain her composure. "Mr. Park… please… he could turn around…" she whispered, her voice trembling.
Mr. Park's thumb then pressed lightly against her clit, sending a wave of intense pleasure radiating through her. "But he hasn't, has he?" he replied, his tone laced with a confident possessiveness. "And you know you want me to, don't you?" His fingertip began to rub gently, a small, insistent circle that made her legs feel weak and watery.
Mr. Park's fingertip delved deeper, finding the slick entrance to her core. He explored gently at first, tracing the delicate inner lips, feeling the swollen, throbbing flesh beneath his touch. Ye-ji's breath hitched again, and a soft whimper escaped her, a sound she quickly tried to cover with a forced cough. The stainless-steel countertop felt cold against her clenched hands, a stark contrast to the burning heat Mr. Park was igniting within her.
His pace quickened slightly, his finger now stroking in and out with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Each movement sent shivers of pleasure cascading through her body, making her legs feel increasingly unstable. She leaned more heavily against Mr. Park's arm, the solid feel of his muscles a necessary anchor in the storm of sensations he was creating. The scent of sesame oil and soy sauce filled the air, mingling with the musky, almost primal aroma of her own arousal.
Mr. Park's thumb continued its teasing dance against her clitoris, the small, sensitive nub now throbbing insistently. Ye-ji's head fell back slightly, her eyes fluttering shut as she focused entirely on the exquisite torture he was inflicting. She imagined Min-jun just a few feet away, completely oblivious to the intense intimacy she was sharing with his boss. The risk of discovery only amplified the thrill, adding a layer of forbidden excitement to the encounter. Her body was singing, every nerve ending on high alert, completely consumed by the masterful touch of Mr. Park's single finger. She was trembling from head to toe, a delicate vibration that ran through her entire frame, a clear testament to the potent pleasure he was so expertly delivering
"Feeling that nice and wet for me, Ye-ji-ssi?" Mr. Park murmured, his voice a low, gravelly whisper against her ear. His fingertip continued its teasing dance, now pressing a little harder against her swollen flesh. "You know you want me to slide another finger in there, don't you? Really stretch you out for me."
Ye-ji's breath hitched, a shudder rippling through her body. "Oh, God, Mr. Park…" she whispered back, her voice thick with arousal. She tilted her head back, her eyes half-closed, a flush creeping up her neck. "You have no idea how much… Don't stop. Please don't stop." The need for more was a desperate, clawing sensation in her core.
Ye-ji's trembling intensified, her moans becoming more frequent and less controlled. Her hips began to subtly rock against Mr. Park's hand, seeking a deeper, more insistent pressure. She was so close, the pulsating waves of her impending climax washing over her in delicious, dizzying surges. Just a few more strokes, she thought, just a little more…
"Hey! You two in there?" Min-jun's voice called from the living room, startling Ye-ji so violently that her body tensed. "Dinner's almost ready! We should eat before it gets too late."
A wave of pure, unadulterated fury washed over Ye-ji, so intense it almost felt physical. Her eyes snapped open, a flash of raw anger replacing the lustful haze. He has got to be kidding me! The blissful sensations that had been building to a fever pitch were abruptly cut off, leaving her frustrated and aching with unfulfilled desire
Ye-ji's breath hitched, a frustrated sigh escaping her lips. She loved Min-jun, she truly did. He was kind, supportive, and their relationship was comfortable and easy. But in that moment, with Mr. Park's skilled finger still teasing her so intimately, she couldn't deny the raw, visceral pull of desire. Min-jun was sweet, but he wasn't… like this. Just the way Mr. Park had touched her, with such confident expertise, had brought her closer to the edge than Min-jun ever had with just his fingers. The interruption was a wave of cold water over a burning fire, not because she resented Min-jun as a person, but because her body had been so tantalizingly close to release, a release that this powerful, unexpected encounter was promising. She glanced at Mr. Park, a complicated mix of embarrassment and lingering desire swirling within her. He had awakened something primal in her, a craving that her steady, loving boyfriend simply didn't satisfy in the same intense way.
Mr. Park slowly withdrew his fingers from beneath Ye-ji's skirt, his gaze never leaving hers. He brought his hand up, displaying his fingertips, which were glistening with her own slick secretions. A thick, viscous trail clung to his skin, catching the light. Ye-ji's eyes were glued to his hand, a mixture of shock, embarrassment, and a potent wave of arousal washing over her. It was a blatant display of their secret intimacy, laid bare in her boyfriend's kitchen.
For a long moment, she could only stare, her breath caught in her throat. The reality of what had just transpired, the sheer brazenness of it, hung heavy in the air. Then, with a deliberate slowness, Mr. Park reached out his hand again. This time, instead of going under her skirt, his fingertips gently brushed against her lips.
Ye-ji's body instantly responded, a tremor of pleasure running through her once more. Her eyelids fluttered, and a soft moan escaped her throat. The sensation of his finger, slick with her own essence, against her mouth was intensely arousing. Almost instinctively, she parted her lips slightly.
Mr. Park didn't hesitate. He slid his finger into her mouth, the taste of her own juices surprisingly potent on her tongue. Her eyes locked with his as she gently sucked on his finger, cleaning away every last drop. The act felt both intimate and incredibly debasing, a silent acknowledgment of the power he held over her in that moment. The metallic tang of her arousal filled her mouth, a raw reminder of the forbidden pleasure they had just shared.