The crotch of her silk shorts is visibly soaked through, dark navy turned almost black with wetness.
His expression changes.
Something flashes across his face. Desire mixed with determination and something almost feral.
Soorin barely has time to process what just happened before Haejin's moving with sudden purpose.
His post-climax haze seems to have lasted approximately three seconds before being replaced by intense focus.
He bends down, and before she can protest or question or do anything, he's lifting her. One arm under her knees, one behind her back, like she weighs nothing.
"Haejin! What are you..."
Her protest is cut off by a surprised squeak as he literally throws her over his shoulder in a fireman's carry.
Her world inverts, her hair falling toward the floor, and she has an excellent view of his ass, still technically naked from the waist down, sweatpants and boxers pooled around his ankles, as he kicks out of them fully and carries her the few steps to her bed.
