Lust

His face was close. His hair and collar seemed slightly damp with sweat, the scent of his skin mixed with perfume, and a subtle hint of cigarette smoke. It was a dangerous scent.

Na-yeon knew that what she was about to do was crazy. But she wanted to move forward. If she needed a deviation, she wanted to do it. She had a strange conviction that this man in front of her wouldn’t be a bad object for a deviation.

Na-yeon carefully placed her hands on his shoulders. She pushed through the dangerous pheromones emanating from this man and approached his lips. She placed her trembling lips on his red lips. Their breaths intertwined. Even though she had initiated the kiss, she felt a strong sense of pressure, as if she were being forcibly violated. She felt like an asteroid that had entered his orbit, unable to escape his gravitational pull. Should she back away before being drawn in further? Just as she was contemplating, their eyes met. He was smiling dangerously.

“You’re good. Suck properly. I’m already half-hard.”