"Oh... shit...!" Shan groaned, trying to hold on as Mei Yoo Jun sucked him deep and hard, her mouth skillfully working along the length of his cock.
In her mind, she could feel him throbbing with every motion.
"So this is how he tastes..." she thought, her cheeks flushed.
With one last teasing lick along the tip, she released him from her mouth with an audible pop. Then she licked her lips slowly, savoring the taste, and grinned.
"I get it now," she said softly.
"Yoo Jun?" Shan sat up, gently placing a palm on her cheek, concern behind his gaze. "What's really going on?"
"I think I finally understand why everyone is so obsessed with you," she said, her eyes lowering as she tried to avoid his gaze. "Manager Mikage, Rae Yoorin... Eva."
Shan raised a brow. "That's... not how I'd put it. Ingrid and Rae Yoorin can't stand me, and Eva... she's like a sister."
Though he didn't say it out loud, Shan knew full well he and Eva had crossed boundaries more than once.
"I don't think so," Mei Yoo Jun replied bluntly.
"Even I'm into you," she admitted.
"Mei..." he murmured, holding her face with both hands now, his touch tender.
"Without glasses, she's even cuter," Shan thought, taking in her baby-like features.
Without hesitation, he gently pushed her back as she lay down on the floor.
"Mr. Wolf—!" she started, but he placed a finger on her lips.
"Just call me Shan," he whispered.
Sliding his hand around her waist, he gave her a playful flick on her side, watching her flesh bounce at the teasing touch. Then, without breaking eye contact, he slipped his hand under the oversized T-shirt he had lent her, cupping her breasts.
"Ah!" Mei flinched, caught off guard by the surprise.
"I know it's kind of late... but I'm so embarrassed," she muttered, her voice trembling under his gaze.
Shan didn't stop. Her body responded as though it couldn't resist him.
She felt powerless—like she belonged to him, and some deep part of her didn't want to resist.
"Wait..." she squirmed beneath him.
"Stay still, cutie," Shan whispered near her ear, his breath hot against her skin.
He took off her shirt. Then his.
Outside, the rain poured steadily, washing the world away in a gray haze. Inside, all that remained was the heat between two naked bodies.
Shan pulled her up and pinned her gently against the wall, raising her hands above her head. His lips trailed from her collarbone to her neck, each kiss slow and claiming.
"Let's continue where we left off in that archive room, Mei," he smirked.
"Mmm..." she moaned softly as his kisses made her arch into him.
"Ah! What are you—?!" she yelped as he hoisted her up onto his shoulder, her back pressed against the wall, and buried his tongue between her thighs.
"Ah! ...ah!" Mei Yoo Jun clutched his head, fingers threading through his hair as his tongue worked her relentlessly.
"Mr. Wolf... he's so good at this," she thought, hips bucking against his face.
When he was done, Shan gently lowered her back to the floor, holding her close as he whispered, "I'm gonna put it in now. Tell me if it hurts, okay?"
She nodded, dazed.
Shan lifted one of her legs to hook around his waist and gripped her hips firmly.
"Heh... so cute," he whispered, kissing her forehead, patting her like a child.
Mei Yoo Jun blushed a deep crimson.
"Why..." she thought, a wave of ache building in her chest. "Why didn't my boyfriend ever treat me like this? Gently... lovingly... like I mattered."
She still remembered it vividly: walking in on her boyfriend with another woman—barely out of college—half-naked on their shared bed. She hadn't meant to interrupt. He'd thought it was the delivery guy.
And now here she was.
Shan entered her slowly, carefully, as if he could read her thoughts. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her moans soft and breathy as he filled her.
"Ahh!"
"He's inside me... his big, thick cock is really inside me!"
She could feel herself being stretched, reshaped by him.
He thrust slowly, her breasts bouncing rhythmically with each motion. She reached up and teased her own nipple, breath hitching.
"Harder, baby!" she cried out suddenly.
Shan froze.
"Baby?" he asked.
Mei Yoo Jun's eyes widened, realizing what she'd said. But she didn't care anymore.
"I don't care... just do it. Baby!" she begged.
Shan smirked, then resumed his pace—harder, deeper. Each thrust sent her spiraling further.
"I'm having sex with another man... and it feels so good," she thought, overwhelmed by the sensation.
Shan began sucking both her nipples, switching between them as she writhed beneath him.
"So this is how that arrogant manager Mikage fell for him..." she thought hazily.
Elsewhere, in a bathtub in Ingrid's condo, Ingrid opened her eyes suddenly.
"Huh...? I feel like someone's talking about me..."
Back in Shan's penthouse—
He shifted her into a mating press, folding her legs up and plunging even deeper into her.
"Ah!" Mei moaned, unable to hold back.
"She's really enjoying this," Shan thought. "I don't know what happened to her, but... maybe she needs this."
With a sudden shift, he slammed into her cervix.
"AHHH!!!" Mei's eyes went wide, her scream echoing through the penthouse.
"So deep..." she thought. "He's reaching parts of me my boyfriend never touched... He's reshaping me! My insides... they belong to him now!"
"Ahh! Baby!!!" she cried out.
"Yoo Jun, I'm gonna cum!" Shan warned.
"I don't care—do it! Give it to me!" she begged shamelessly.
With a final thrust, Shan buried himself inside her and released.
"SHAN!!!" she screamed, clinging to him, her teeth gently nibbling on his shoulder as she came with him.
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Hours passed.
Mei Yoo Jun stayed the night in Shan's penthouse, curled beneath his sheets. But neither of them could sleep.
"Never in my life did I think you were this kind of girl," Shan said, turning toward her, resting an elbow to support his head.
"Huh? What do you mean?" Mei asked, in question.
"I meant what I said in that archive room... You're cute, a klutz, kind, smart... but still, cute."
He chuckled softly.
"You're usually shy at work, but tonight... you were bold. Aggressive, even."
"I mean... the roleplay we just had?" he said awkwardly.
They both blushed.
"Don't say that out loud...!" she cried, pushing him off the bed. He fell with a soft thud.
"Ah!" she gasped. "I'm sorry—I didn't mean to!"
She knelt down beside him, brushing her long black hair back over her shoulders.
"It's weird, you know?" she said softly. "You made me go crazy. It's all your fault..."
She crawled into his lap, straddling him gently. One hand rested on his chest.
"So strong... so hard. Unlike my boyfriend..." she whispered, looking up at him with a mix of vulnerability and desire.
"And yet... I want to do it again, Shan."
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Chapter 37 — End.