Chapter 201.2

“Huuh… nngh…!”

Seoryeong wanted to push Lee Wooshin away, but part of her wanted to cling to him. The very fact that such conflicted feelings still lingered made her burn with humiliation and fury. She hated him, felt wronged by him. Then her knee was lifted, and her dripping red entrance was exposed.

“Hnngh!”

He placed one of her legs over his shoulder and shoved his sharp tongue into the slippery folds already glistening with arousal. He continued rubbing his lips against her, leaving bite marks like a wild animal. He sucked on the inner thighs and trailed his tongue up to her tailbone.

Unable to resist, Seoryeong rubbed the back of her head against the wall, moaning. His rough hands squashed her ass, and her hole clenched and released. She could feel her juices running down along her inner walls.

Without rest, he alternated between licking and thrusting with the tip of his tongue.

As her opening melted, Seoryeong scratched the wall with her nails. Flashes of light burst behind her eyes.

“Mmm, haah… stop…”

He clamped his lips around her clit again, forcing his tongue back in. Her thigh muscles trembled. It felt like he was spreading aphrodisiac all over her with his tongue.

“Aah, ah!”

Now even her belly shook. When Seoryeong nearly collapsed, he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the sofa.

With something smeared all around his lips, he gave a short laugh and licked his mouth. As he crossed the sitting room with her in his arms, his slick mouth wrapped around her raspberry-like n*pples.

After sucking for a while, he licked into the milk duct and bit broadly around the areola. Her core boiled with unbearable heat.

“Hngh, Instructor!”

Even so, when she called out loudly, he’d always pull away, even if muttering curses.

Lee Wooshin rested his forehead between her breasts, panting. His broad back heaved with each breath.

“Sorry. I know… I sucked too hard.”

“That’s not it…!”

Just then, his coarse tongue pressed against her stiffened n*pple one more time. As he lowered her onto the couch, he supported his weight with his forearms, not letting it press against her. The acrid, sweaty scent of testosterone hung in the air as cold sweat dripped from him.

“…I promised I’d protect only you. Remember? Even back then, in Sakhalin, you were all over that Kia guy, Seoryeong. Looking me in the eye, crying, kissing him, letting him suck your tits, ah f*ck.”

He bit down hard on her nub.

“Ow, wait! What the hell are you talking about?”

“Did you f*ck that bastard Kia?”

“What are you saying…! I spoke wrong earlier, get a grip!”

She tried to push him off, but he didn’t budge this time. His cold nose trailed down her tense belly like he was sniffing something invisible.

“Seoryeong, there’s some filthy sh*t on your body… I have to protect you… I told you I’d prove it.”

“Instructor!”

“Just watch. I’ll burn away every leftover filth inside you. I’ll clean it all.”

She slapped his cheek lightly, trying to snap him out of his nonsense, but Lee Wooshin didn’t react. That lifeless scent sent chills down her spine.

Instructor, Instructor…! She kept calling him, now touching his nape. His pulse was much slower than before.

His murmurs about protecting her came out slurred. His lips hung open, and he seemed half-unconscious.

“Instructor, who am I?!”

If he said Natalia, she would have lost control.

But he didn’t answer. He only clung to her, his breath hot against her skin.

“Ugh…”

Every time he pressed closer, his touch grew rougher, more desperate, and she could feel her body responding despite herself.

Still dazed, he held her tightly, his hands trembling as they roamed, tracing her shape like he was trying to remember. His lips grazed her collarbone, his breathing uneven, each exhale shuddering.

“Hnn… Instructor…”

He hastily tore at his clothes, feverish and unsteady.

“You’re my owl,” he murmured.

“…What?”

“Big eyes, beautiful. The kind of bird that drives you mad when you see it at night.”

“…”

What is he even saying? she thought, heart pounding. But his voice, thick with emotion, sent a shiver through her.

“My Seoryeong.”

He whispered it again, low and reverent, as if afraid she might vanish if he stopped speaking.

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