Chapter 44: Crossing the Line

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Ji-hye lay face down on the padded table, her breathing soft, lips parted slightly. The towel barely covered the curve of her ass now, and the oil on her back shimmered under the room’s warm light. Joon-ho’s hands pressed along the back of her thighs, slow and methodical, kneading through layers of muscle—but his fingers kept brushing higher. Too close. Too deliberate. She flinched slightly as his thumbs dragged up the crease between her thighs and buttocks."Too much?" Joon-ho asked, voice low, hands stilled mid-stroke.Ji-hye shook her head, breath catching. "No. Just... ticklish." He smiled to himself. Ticklish. Sure.Joon-ho resumed his motion, slower now. His thumbs circled inward—closer to her center, always stopping just short. She was trying to keep still, but her body betrayed her. Her legs twitched. Her thighs squeezed involuntarily, trapping his hand a moment too long. "You’ve got a lot of tension here," he murmured, his fingers now slick with oil as he palmed the inside of her upper thigh.Ji-hye swallowed hard. "It’s... from training. I guess.""Should I keep going?"A pause. Then a quiet nod."Yes." His hands moved with less hesitation now, more rhythm than technique. Joon-ho watched the way her hips subtly rocked into his touch, as if begging for more without asking. His fingers dipped into the crease between her thigh and groin, brushing dangerously close to forbidden heat beneath the towel. She inhaled sharply, then exhaled a shaky breath that sounded a little too much like a moan. "Still okay?" he asked, fingers splayed wide, rubbing gentle circles closer to her mound.Her voice was a whisper."Don’t stop." Joon-ho leaned down, letting the air from his breath ghost across her lower back. She shivered, her skin pebbling under the heat. The towel was useless now—he peeled it back slowly, revealing the gentle curve of her bare ass, slick with oil and flushed pink from his touch. Ji-hye didn’t protest.She didn’t even breathe. His hand slid lower, between her thighs, finally letting his knuckles graze the slick seam of her folds. He felt the heat. The wetness. She was soaked. "Ji-hye," he murmured, voice like velvet laced with heat, "your body’s reacting.""I know," she whispered. "I can’t help it.""Neither can I." He slid two fingers along her slit, slowly, gathering the slickness coating her lips. Ji-hye gasped, hips bucking off the table. Her hands clenched the sides of the massage bed, knuckles white, breath ragged. "You’re this wet from a massage?""You knew what you were doing," she shot back, voice trembling with shame and want. He smirked."Then let me finish what I started." Joon-ho turned her over gently, hands firm but careful, until Ji-hye lay on her back—fully exposed, nipples stiff, her thighs glistening and parted. Her eyes met his, wide and glassy, pleading for something she didn’t dare say out loud. He slid two fingers back between her legs, this time pressing in, slow but deliberate. Ji-hye let out a choked moan and arched her back, thighs falling open wider.He pumped his fingers in slow, firm strokes, thumb circling her clit with practiced ease. "F-Fuck..." she whimpered. "It’s too much...""Your body says otherwise," he whispered, his other hand sliding up to squeeze her breast, kneading the soft flesh, thumb grazing the stiff peak. Ji-hye’s hips rolled into him, chasing every movement, her voice breaking as she cried out."You needed this," he murmured, lips brushing her ear. "Didn’t you?""Yes," she gasped. "Please..." He curled his fingers deep inside her, pressing into that swollen, aching spot, and Ji-hye came undone. Her body tensed, a violent shudder ripping through her as she cried out—a long, helpless sound, more animal than human. Her cunt clenched hard around his fingers, pulsing, flooding his palm with slick warmth. Joon-ho didn’t stop.He fucked her through the aftershocks, slow and firm, savoring how she twitched under him, how she moaned louder now, less afraid, less ashamed. He leaned over her, lips brushing hers, eyes dark."You still want more?" Ji-hye reached up, her hands clutching his shirt, dragging him down. Her mouth caught his in a frantic kiss, tongue greedy, lips hungry.She didn’t answer with words.She just pulled him between her thighs. And he went willingly.

Chapter 44: Crossing the Line

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