Pants and moans echoed in the shower as she finally became one with him. The feeling coursing through her as they made love was so pleasant, to the point that she was losing her mind. Sheâd never felt such a sensation until today.
Perhaps it was because they were in a new environment. The thrill and excitement of becoming one with him in a foreign country, with the exotic sky, air, and scenery surrounding them, was equivalent to being on the worldâs most dangerous roller coaster.
After they were done, Muyeol washed her body from head to toe. Yiyoung just stood there, holding his waist as support; she couldnât feel her legs anymore. Muyeol lifted her again and walked to the bedroom.
âAre you going to be okay?â Muyeol asked as he sat her on the bed.
âHuh?â Yiyoung didnât understand what he meant.
So he began touching her body. When she finally understood the meaning behind his words, she chose to respond with an action, stretching her legs and hooking them around his waist. And the two lost themselves in the throes of passion once more.
After they were done, Yiyoung collapsed on the bed. âPlease pinch me. I think Iâm in heaven.â
âHeaven?â asked Muyeol, âSo youâve already judged that youâve done many good things in life, huh?â
âOf course! Is there anyone else whoâs as kind as me?â
âDo you want to drink water?â Muyeol asked.
âNo. I want to rest a bit first.â
Muyeol chuckled, opening the fridge to check its contents. He found something that would make Yiyoung fall asleep. He mixed some alcohol in a glass of cold sprite and gave it to her.
âWhat is it?â she asked, reaching out with one hand to take the glass.
âJust drink it.â
âJust drink it?â â
âYeah.â
Yiyoung sat up on the bed. âHow can I trust you?â
âYouâve trusted me so far,â Muyeol pointed out.
âTrue.â
Yiyoung took a sip, causing her eyes to fly wide open. âWhat is this? It tastes dangerous, but itâs good!â
âYeah. I mixed some alcohol in it.â
âAlcohol? Iâve never drunk anything like this before.â Yiyoung downed the glass quickly, perhaps taking a liking to it. âI like it because itâs cold. Give me another one!â
âIf you drink one more glass, youâll be able to sleep deeply until tomorrow,â Muyeol explained as he grabbed the glass from her.
âYeah? Then nevermind.â
Muyeol put the glass away, and brought a cold wet towel to clean the remainder of their acts of lust.
Yiyoung welcomed his touch with giggles. âOh, I like it.â
He thoroughly wiped down her inner thighs, and then lied down next to her.
âWhy is your body so good looking? Yiyoung put her hand on his chest with a smile. âItâs making my heart flutter.â
Yiyoung was feeling tipsy now, but it was a good feeling. She felt much more courageous compared to when they spent time in the bathtub. She squeezed his chest muscles. âItâs so hard⦠Do you think my chest will become like this if I work out?â
She rubbed her own body in a drunken daze and continued, âWould you not like it then?â
Yiyoungâs softer than silk skin pressed against his body. His body instantly reacted to her touch.
Muyeol lowered his head and kissed her collarbone. âMaybe.â
Yiyoung laced her hand through his head, then began to pet it. âWhen Iâm with you, I feel like Iâm in a dream. And it feels like Iâll open my eyes and wake up, and then, you wouldââ
Muyeol interrupted her with a kiss. When she mentioned it feeling like a dream, he felt the same; it was too good to be true. He wondered whether he was even qualified to dream of such a thing. If there hadnât been a turning point in Yiyoungâs life, then this moment of bliss they were in wouldnât occur; their relationship would have forever remained parallel, never meeting like this.