The golden afternoon sun bathed the rooftop of Seo-young's massive mansion. The roof was decorated like a garden, filled with expensive plants and white marble flooring. Arin sat there, humming a tune that floated through the air like a heavenly flute. Behind her, the maids and servants stood spellbound, whispering to each other about how their mistress's voice was still as magical as ever.
The children played in a corner—the boy building imaginary roads for his cars, and the girl trying to make her doll dance to Arin's rhythm. Suddenly, Seo-young appeared. He watched the scene with a soft smile, seeing how his "Pop Queen" was far more popular in this house than his "Mafia Don" persona.
"Everyone is standing like statues because of your song, Arin," Seo-young teased. "If this keeps up, who will run my empire?"
Arin smirked. "What harm is there if my songs give them some peace? Besides, my image is much more popular here than your mafia rule."
The Mafia's Secret Past
Arin leaned in and whispered to Seo-young, "Do you remember? Three years ago in that secret club in Seoul, you weren't so bad yourself. You used to dance so well! When we danced together, the stage used to shake. Remember?"
Seo-young cleared his throat awkwardly as the maids stifled laughs. Their terrifying boss used to be a dancer?
"Arin! There's no need to bring up the past in front of everyone," he said, embarrassed.
"Oh! Is the Don shy?" Arin teased. "Have your hips grown stiff from carrying heavy guns? Our daughter has inherited your dancing blood!"
She stood up, took the children's hands, and pulled Seo-young up. "Come on, Seo-young! A little performance for the kids. Let the maids see the Pop Star hidden inside their boss."
Seo-young relented, unbuttoning his suit with a smile. "You'll have me dancing in the streets one day, Arin. Fine, but on one condition—the maids must not record this, or my reputation in the underworld is finished!"
The Midnight Confession
Late that night, the mountain villa was submerged in a magical silence. Arin lay with her head on Seo-young's broad chest, listening to the rhythmic heartbeat that always made her feel safe.
"Seo-young, are you awake?" she whispered.
"How can I sleep with such an enchanting face beside me?" he replied, stroking her hair. "I'm thinking about how that stubborn girl from three years ago is now resting so peacefully in my arms."
Arin smiled, tracing the old scars on his chest. "And I'm thinking about the terrifying Mafia Don who now makes up dragon stories for his kids. Time has changed us, hasn't it?"
"Time may change," Seo-young whispered, lifting her chin to look into her eyes, which sparkled like diamonds in the moonlight, "but my thirst for you has only grown deeper."
He traced his fingers over the silk of her gown. "Is tonight only for sleep, Arin? Or can the Pop-Dragon expect a special gift from his Queen?"
Arin nipped his chest playfully. "Has the Dragon not settled down yet? The kids are in the next room!"
Seo-young gave a wicked smirk. "The kids are asleep, and these walls are thick. Now tell me, will you sing that 5th song in my ear tonight?"
The Hunter and the Queen
"They'll wake up!" Arin hissed, but Seo-young pulled her closer.
"Then you'll have to be very careful," he whispered. "The louder you are, the tighter I'll hold you. Let's see how much control you have over that Pop-Idol voice of yours."
"You're being very naughty, Seo-young!" Arin whispered back, her heart thumping like a drum. "I'm serious—if a 'sound' escapes me, the kids will wonder what happened to Mom!"
Seo-young nipped her earlobe. "Then bite the pillow or cover my mouth with your hands. Because I'm not letting you sleep tonight. I'm going to settle the debt for every inch of those nail scratches you gave me in Paris three years ago."
The Sticky Sweetness
In the moonlight, Arin's face was flushed. Seo-young lifted her chin and noticed her lips were slightly parted and moist, looking like they were coated in a sweet, sticky honey.
"Your moist lips are driving me crazy tonight, Arin," he said in a strained voice. "Are they trying to tell me something, or should I figure out their thirst myself?"
Arin couldn't speak. She gripped his muscular arm as if holding onto a lifeline in a stormy sea. Seo-young lowered his lips onto hers. What started as a gentle touch quickly turned deep and intense. Arin felt the same primal addiction that had started that night in Paris.
An involuntary "Ahhh..." began to escape her, but remembering the children, she pressed her face hard into Seo-young's shoulder, her hot breath sending shivers down his neck.
The Queen Takes Control
Arin decided she wouldn't just be the one being ruled tonight. She moved her moist lips down from his chin to his neck, right where his pulse was racing. She kissed the warm skin gently.
Seo-young's body turned to stone for a moment, his hands gripping the bedsheets. "Arin... you don't know what you're doing. My patience is running out."
Arin whispered, "You always love to command, Seo-young... but tonight, your Pop-Idol will make you dance to her rhythm. No words, just feel this touch."
She traced her lips over the old faint scars on his shoulder—the "medals" she had given him years ago. It was an act of both love and conquest. Seo-young could no longer hold back. He flipped her over, his eyes burning with fire, and reclaimed her lips with a passion that made Arin's nails find their way back to his back.
The Spider in the Room
Just before dawn, at the peak of their passion, an intense "Ahhh...!" escaped Arin, followed by a sharp "Hey...!" from Seo-young as her nails dug in.
The sounds shattered the silence like a bomb. Immediately, the sound of crying and shuffling came from the next room. Arin and Seo-young froze like statues. Arin dove under the covers in shame.
"Arin! I told you not to make a sound!" Seo-young whispered frantically. "The kids are coming!"
A tiny, sleepy voice came from behind the door. "Mom? Dad? Are you fighting? Why did Mommy scream like that?"
Arin, her face bright red, sat up and tried to fix her hair. "No... no, honey! Mommy just... Mommy saw a spider and got scared! Go back to sleep, sweetheart, Daddy has chased the spider away!"Seo-young quickly buttoned his shirt, muttering, "Yes, a spider! A Mafia Don chasing spiders in the middle of the night! After that scream of yours, I won't be able to look my bodyguards in the eye tomorrow morning."
The children stood outside for a moment. Then the boy said, "Dad, can we come in? We're scared."
Arin and Seo-young looked at each other helplessly. Seo-young sighed, kissed Arin's forehead, and whispered, "Romance is over, Arin. Now the 'Pop Dragon' has to tell dragon stories again. Our private heaven ends here for tonight."
Seo-young opened the door, and the children rushed in, squeezing between them on the bed. Arin embraced them, but a satisfied smile remained in the corners of her eyes, and her lips still held that moist, sticky glow.
A Mother's Grace
As the little girl clung to Arin, a wave of profound tenderness washed over her. She pulled the child close to her chest. Feeling Arin's warmth and sweet scent, the girl curled up comfortably.
Seo-young watched from the other side. The scratches on his back still stung, but seeing this innocent display of love, his frustration melted away. He pulled the boy close with one hand and shielded Arin and the girl with the other.
"Mom, why is your body so warm?" the girl whispered sleepily. "And why are your lips so red? Were you crying?"
Arin glanced at Seo-young. He was biting back a smile, clearly enjoying her embarrassment. She stroked her daughter's hair and stammered, "No, sweetheart, Mommy wasn't crying. I was... practicing my singing, so I'm a bit out of breath. And it's warm because there wasn't enough air in the room. Now close your eyes, my good girl."
"Did Daddy scold you? Is Daddy mean?" the girl whispered.
Seo-young leaned in and kissed the girl's forehead. "No, Daddy didn't scold Mommy. Daddy loves Mommy very, very much. Now sleep, or the Pop Dragon won't come tomorrow."
Soon, the children fell into a deep sleep. The room grew silent again, but it was a silence filled with completeness.
"See, Arin?" Seo-young whispered, holding her hand. "Our stormy sea has met this calm river. But remember... I haven't forgotten my unfinished debt before the kids wake up tomorrow."
Arin pinched his chest playfully and closed her eyes with a smile.
The Sacred Bond
In her half-sleep, the girl clung tighter to Arin and murmured, "Mom... hungry... want milk."
Arin looked at Seo-young. In the faint moonlight of dawn, her maternal instincts replaced all previous excitement with calm devotion. She sat up slowly, propping herself against the pillows.
Seo-young silently fetched a glass of water for Arin. He didn't speak; he just looked at her with a smile of deep respect. He knew she wasn't just a glamorous idol or his lover—she was a nurturing mother.
Arin gently adjusted her clothing and drew the little girl to her breast. The girl began to nurse contentedly. Arin ran her fingers through her daughter's hair.
"You know, Arin," Seo-young whispered, draping a shawl over her shoulders and kissing her forehead. "When millions see you on stage, they call you a Queen. But right now, you look like a Goddess to me. This scene is more beautiful than any concert in the world."
"Everything has changed since that night in Paris," Arin whispered back. "Then we only thought of ourselves. Now our world is bound by these little lives. This is the greatest song of my life."
The Unfinished Business
Once the children were deeply asleep, Arin slipped out of bed. Her body felt a strange mix of maternal warmth and the lingering spark of Seo-young's touch. She tiptoed toward the bathroom.
The bathroom of the mountain villa was royal—soundproof, made of expensive glass and marble. Arin stood before the mirror, her lips still moist. Just as she was about to splash water on her face, the door opened silently. Seo-young walked in.
Arin gasped, seeing his reflection. "Seo-young! What are you doing here? What if the kids wake up? And why did you just barge in?"
Seo-young approached her, shirtless, the red scratches on his broad chest even clearer under the bright lights. He locked the door.
"The kids are in a deep sleep, Arin. And these walls are soundproof—you know that. I told you, I don't leave my debts unpaid."
Arin backed against the wall. "You... you truly are a stubborn Don! I thought you had surrendered to the kids."
Seo-young pinned her, his hands on the wall on either side of her. He whispered against her moist lips, "To the kids, I am a father. But behind this locked door, I am only your Seo-young. Out there, you are a mother and a pop star—but here, you are only mine. Now tell me, Arin, will anyone hear your 'screams' in this soundproof room?"
The Storm Inside
Under the hot spray of the shower, Arin's body turned a fiery red. As Seo-young touched her sensitive curves, a jolt of electricity surged through her. She could no longer hold back.
Since the room was soundproof, Arin let her voice go free. As Seo-young held her from behind and buried his lips in her neck, a sharp cry escaped her: "Ahhhh... Seo-young...!"
The sound echoed in the enclosed space. Seo-young turned her around, the water cascading over them both. Arin wrapped her legs around his waist and, out of old habit, dug her nails deep into his back.
"Yes, Arin... like that! No one will hear... call my name!"
At the peak of intensity, she bit his muscular shoulder to stifle her cries. Every movement made her shiver, her voice growing louder and deeper with every breath. Outside, the world was still, but inside, their three-year-old thirst had turned into a devastating storm.
The Final Surrender
In the heat of the shower and Seo-young's intense embrace, Arin reached a peak of primal ecstasy. Overwhelmed by the loss of control, she covered her face with both hands, not wanting him to see her in such a state.
But Seo-young wanted no secrets. He pulled her hands away, exposing her face—eyes half-closed in bliss, forehead damp with sweat and water, lips trembling.
As her body jolted in a final, powerful release, a surge of white fluid escaped her, flowing over Seo-young's hands and onto the shower floor. Arin went limp, leaning against him.
Seo-young laughed with the triumph of a victorious Don. "See, Arin? No matter how much you hide your face, your body tells the truth. The Arin of Paris has been completely spent in my arms tonight. There is no Pop Queen here—only my thirsty Arin!"
Arin couldn't speak. She just looked into his eyes—a mix of deep love and ancient hunger. The sound of the shower and her faint moans merged into one.
Finally, Seo-young pulled her into his chest. The white fluid flowed away with the water, a silent witness to their thrilling night.