However right now her pair of breasts was the least of Na-Yool’s worries. She inhaled deeply and asked: “…… Mr. President, why am I here?”

“Do you know where you are?”

“It is not my house, neither a hotel, so at best‒”

“At best?”

Though Si-Jin behaved as usual, he hinted at her reluctant undertone. Even though Na-Yool’s voice was extremely neutral, he amazingly caught on to her inner arrogance towards him.

Na-Yool rolled her eyes and muttered, avoiding his gaze.

“I just thought it might be your house.”

“At best, right.”

“It’s me who matters. Why am I here?”

Sure you are! Si-Jin grinned and sat at the edge of the bed in front of her.

“Don’t you remember?”

“Not at all.”

“From where?”

“I remember up to the point where I was drinking a bit of alcohol but…”

“A bit?”

“……”

Seemed like it was not just a bit. But seeing how she had completely blacked out for the very first time, she could accept it. Staring intently at the line that ran from her neck to her shoulder, Si-Jin asked:

“And?”

“Yes?”

“After that.”

“… that is it. I remember just until I drank a bit.”

Si-Jin had an unfathomed look. Somehow it looked like he was okay with her answer, but not really either. It was an ambiguous expression, far from the disagreeable sneer and disdainful frown that Na-Yool was used to receiving.

So what if she could not remember?

“Nevermind.”

“… About what?”

“No, if you don’t remember, that’s fine.”

“……”

“As long as you are comfortable with it.”

At the mention of the probability that she might prefer not to remember anything, Na-Yool’s face turned utterly distressed. Si-Jin was the person she least expected the words “As long as you’re comfortable with it, it’s fine” to come out from. Therefore, she definitely could not trust it.

“…What exactly should I be comfortable with?”

“Didn’t you forget everything?”

“Is there something better kept forgotten?”

“I should have recorded it. That thing you told me while biting my dick in the early morning.”

“……”

Na-Yool froze on the spot. Unaware that his hands had already reached inside the blanket.

“I should have taken a picture of your face and its nimble mouth in action working on my lower half as evidence, but I was raised well, so such a crime…”

“……”

“But who cares, you don’t remember anyway right?”

Si-Jin had delightedly chimed in despite previously concluding he would not mention things painful for her to hear. He even had affectionately brought up one more time the fact that she had done more than one shameful thing last night, but none of it mattered since she had no recollection of it.

More than one…

“I could not have started it.”

That was the only conviction that kept Na-Yool’s current mental state in check. Surely the pervert had started it all. This time Si-Jin smiled widely.

“Sure.”

“Right.”

“I’m sure you want to believe so.”

“……”

Na-Yool felt like she received a bigger denial than a simple “no”. She clenched the blanket and pulled it close to her breast a little tighter. It could not be. No way she had instigated such an outrageous act… No way.

It should not be. There was no reason for such a disgraceful thing that had never happened before to happen now, at such a mature age, and with Kwon Si-Jin of all people. Whatever had already happened between them, there was no need for her to blatantly display for him to see her lewd side from the surface to the depths below …

Si-Jin slightly aroused her as his naughty hand gently kneaded Na-Yool’s thighs like dough, while she was too lost in deep thought to notice.

“And you spread your legs more easily than this.”

“….Unh!…”

His hand, which had delicately reached deep between her clamped legs, slowly stroked the soft skin on the inside of her thighs with its powerful fingertips. As Si-Jin barely grazed her secret bud, that subtle distance instantly drove Na-Yool ever closer to the edge.

The touch of his fingers furtively wrapping around and tugging at her curly pubic hair was mischievous. It was an extremely light touch, like a child who would playfully ruffle an adult’s hair. Except for the astonishing fact that this was a man shoving his big hand between a woman’s bare legs, and therefore maybe too light.

But it was enough. Although he did not touch her most sensitive spot nor reach into her, Na-Yool’s body nonetheless grew more demanding with the sole stimulation applied to this area. Si-Jin grinned as if he could clearly visualize her inner turmoil.

“How lewd.”

“Ha-unh!”

Suddenly, his hand plunged downwards into her wet bush, grabbed the whole thing and pulled it hard. It was a thin line between taunting and bullying. Na-Yool’s inner walls tightened so hard that she could not even turn away.

She involuntarily burst out a shriek at the abrupt and violent stimulus, but then covered her mouth in fear of leaking more lewd sounds. As he clutched her pubic hair between his long fingers, Si-Jin smiled while he slowly stroked her damp opening with the tip of his middle finger.

“As always, it sure gets wet quickly.”

“…Ahh, uuh, ngh…”

“Really, you’re too fast. At everything.”

“Please, ahh……”

“Did you forget how quickly mine fell out because you came by yourself as soon as I pumped into you when your spilling insides begged for it?”

In contrast to his vulgarity, his relaxed and gentle tone seemed to blame her hasty personality – almost, with a shadow of reproach.

“We -uuh- were talking, weren’t we?”

“What talk? That talk about how you sucked my dick?”

“Why would I -haa- talk about, something I don’t remember…”

“Should I record it next time?”

“There will, be no… next time… ha-unh…… I won’t drink again, in front of, a pervert, like y…”

“It was you who came at me.”

“In my life -nngh- never once, have I done, that…”

“Now you do.”

“Even though…, how could you, with a, drunk person, fool arou- ahh!”

The two fingers that shallowly stroked between her lower lips mercilessly entered her. As if gliding into her drenched slimy insides, they jammed in two knuckles deep at once. Na-Yool’s hole tightened hard and relentlessly twitched, constraining the fingers.

At the meaningful smile which hinted that her body was ready to take all that Si-Jin gave her, Na-Yool shook her head and turned away from him. As if it was worth the reward, his thumb pressed firmly against the excitedly swollen flesh and began to rub.

While he tormented her most sensitive part, Si-Jin recklessly grinded and stirred her insides. Slightly pulling out his hand as if scraping her inner walls, Si-Jin then rammed his penis, rubbing against the skin of her thighs while thrusting as far as he could (T/N: a.k.a. intecrural sex). Na-Yool moaned as she entangled her disheveled hair on the sheet, not even realizing that he had lowered the blanket and knocked her body down. Please, ahh, please… Without even knowing what she begged for so desperately, she pleaded and forced her chest into his grip and sobbed.

“Hnnng, ngh, please, uuhngh, n-no, ah…!”

“This time, your turn to hold it in.”

“Uhhh, ngh, do-n’t, ha-unh…!”

“At least do it for me, who painfully held it in when you threw yourself at me offering to suck me off.”

Si-Jin’s lips slid down from the edge of her raised chin along her neckline. Na-Yool let out a weeping moan as her jaw imperceptibly flinched and narrowly opened her hazy eyes. She then saw him burying his lips to the hollow above her collarbone and suckling in the tender flesh. His face was not even half-visible due to the angle and position, but everything was different from any other time she had seen him at work or anywhere else.

Maybe it was meant to be, since he always maintained a perfect appearance as if nothing could move or hurt him. No matter how exhausting of a human being he was, surely he could not live with this facade even in his own home where no one could see.

Na-Yool’s cloudy gaze lingering on Si-Jin’s forehead slowly slid down. Contrary to his usual hair neatly slicked back with wax, the few messed up locks of hair falling down on his always revealed forehead and his eyes fully focused on her gave off a greatly offbeat impression. As much as this house which Na-Yool was unfamiliar with, or that foreign embarrassment his ordinary attire brought her.

Of course, even though he was comfortably dressed in a short-sleeved T-shirt and training pants, his looks were not shabby at all. A person could easily look totally worthless wearing such an outfit, but strangely enough, not him.