Melting Slow

Truthfully, if Yoo Hwan hadn’t approached it this way, Yeo-min knew she would have just continued waffling, unsure of what to do.

Yeo-min looked around the living room. 

The sun streamed quietly through the wide windows, illuminating the light beige marble floors. The high ceiling and chandelier added a touch of elegance. 

Was this really her home now?

“Coffee?” 

“Yes, I’ll have some.”

“Americano with hazelnut syrup, iced. Is that right?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

How does he know my tastes? 

The sound of grinding beans came from the kitchen.  

Smelling the distant aroma of coffee beans, Yeomin began to cautiously explore the house. 

First, she opened the door closest to the living room. 

It was a neat room with no clutter. 

A bed sat neatly under a wide window. 

And a nightstand at just the right angle.

‘…Is this my room, seeing as you don’t have much belongings?’  

Yeo-min glanced back while holding onto the door.

Across the room, she saw Yoo Hwan’s broad shoulders facing the coffee machine.

This time, she opened the door to the next room. 

A large wooden desk and books filling two walls came into view. 

It seemed like it hadn’t been fully organized yet, with bundles of books tied with string scattered across the floor like traps. 

“The study’s nice too.” 

After looking around the storage room and the workout room, she turned into the hallway leading to the living area. 

In the quietest, most secluded part of the mansion, there was a room. 

Wow…

A gasp escaped as soon as the door opened. 

Outside the large window, the inner courtyard spread out like a painting. 

Each stone and tree was meticulously arranged, creating a beautiful scene. 

Even the light that draped over the courtyard resembled a picture. 

“This must be the team leader’s room.” 

It was the biggest, quietest, and most beautiful room in the mansion, so it was naturally his space. 

Yeo-min pressed her palm against the bed and then left the room. 

Yoo Hwan was gone, but instead, a coffee cup sat on the sofa table. 

It seemed he had left for a while after making the coffee. 

Without much thought, she sat on the sofa and sipped the coffee. 

After gazing outside for quite a while, Yeo-min walked into what she assumed was her room. 

Seeing the fluffy blanket spread out like a cloud, she suddenly felt sleepy. 

It made sense, having moved her belongings since morning and being brought here in a rush. 

“Sleeping in outdoor clothes is a bit much…” 

Fidgeting with the sheets, Yeo-min changed into the loungewear she had packed in her suitcase and collapsed onto the bed. 

The dry scent of the fabric spread comfortingly. 

“Is this really my home….”

My home. 

A place that’s fully my home, shared with another person. 

It felt strange. 

Like wearing clothes that didn’t quite fit, yet simultaneously feeling incredibly comfortable. 

How long had she been focused on the chirping of the birds outside? 

The door opposite the bed suddenly clicked open. 

It was the entrance to the ensuite bathroom connected through an anteroom.

Yeo-min, startled, abruptly sat up. 

She clutched the blanket and screamed at the figure she saw behind the door.

“Ahhh!”

It was the owner of the house, Yoo Hwan, who had just stepped out of the shower, completely naked.

“Why are you naked?!”

“Because it’s my room.”

“What? Why?!”

“Because I decided so?” 

Yoo Hwan answered nonchalantly as he casually rubbed his hair with the towel he held.

Yeo-min’s eyes darted toward him, and she found it hard to look away. 

His well-developed chest and broad, muscular shoulders were hard to ignore. 

The defined contours of his latissimus dorsi looked impressive.

 And then… there was what was below that.

Even without being aroused, the sight of the weighty shape hanging like a serpent down past his thighs was enormous. 

It swayed heavily with every step he took, making it hard for her gaze not to keep returning to it.

Despite feeling Yeo-min’s intense gaze, Yoo Hwan remained unfazed. 

He didn’t bother to cover himself or show any sign of embarrassment. 

He stood there confidently, his toned waist straight and his body fully exposed.

Thud.

Yoo Hwan tossed the towel into a basket and asked. 

“Are you going to keep staring? If so, I won’t bother putting anything on.”

“I’m sorry.” 

Yeo-min quickly bowed her head. 

Her ears began to turn bright red. 

Her heart pounded wildly, almost like it was malfunctioning.

Yoo Hwan lazily put on the robe that was hanging on the chair. 

Yeo-min, with her head still down, perked up at the sound of his footsteps approaching.

She was so tense that it felt as though she could hear even the droplets falling from his wet hair.

Eventually, the bed shook with a loud creak.

“Seeing you in my bed right after I got out of the shower, I thought you were trying to seduce me.” Yoo Hwan said.

Yeo-min slowly lifted her head. 

Yoo Hwan’s playful gaze roved over her body. 

Following his eyes, Yeo-min looked down at herself.

What she saw was a plain white T-shirt, far too casual to be interpreted as seductive by anyone.

Her outfit was anything but sexy—it was downright shabby. 

She was sure that, among all the women he had faced in bed while naked, she was probably the least seductive. 

“Sorry, it’s not meant to be seduction.”

“This works too, in its own way.” Yoo Hwan replied casually.

Yoo Hwan replied lazily, slipping his hand under her T-shirt. 

His cold hand wrapped around the large mass of flesh, squeezing it tightly. 

Startled by his sudden approach, Yeo-min’s nipples puffed out. 

“You’re not wearing any bra.”

With a composed expression, Yoo Hwan’s touch on her chest was sudden and unexpected. 

Ignoring her hardened response, he continued to play with her soft chest in a teasing manner.

Every time he moved beneath the thin fabric, the distinct peak would briefly show through before disappearing again.

“It’s just pajamas…” she muttered.

“Do you realize this fabric is thin enough to see through? All the way here.” 

Yoo Hwan pressed firmly on her breast from inside the shirt, teasing the outline visible through the material. 

However, instead of touching directly, he only traced and toyed from the outside.

Startled, Yeo-min flinched.

Every time his fingertips brushed against her skin, it felt like sparks ran down her spine.

Yoo Hwan gently laid Yeo-min’s tense body back down.

Yeo-min lay on the soft blanket, gazing up with a dazed expression.

A droplet of water slid down Yoo Hwan’s hair and fell, rolling down Yeo-min’s cheek.

Her nipples, which had erupted in excitement at Yoo Hwan’s touch, stood out obscenely through the fabric. 

Yoo Hwan stared down at Yeo-min’s face and boldly touched her breasts. 

He slipped his hands under her shirt, grabbed them, and fondled them. 

Hidden beneath the fabric, his actions were obscured from view.

He cupped and shook the firm flesh, squeezing it so tightly that his fingers dug into it, and then rubbed his thumb over the nipple. 

“Ah….”

A muffled moan escaped Yeo-min’s lips. 

Yoo Hwan continued to tease her breasts. He would slap one breast against the other, making a snapping sound, then pinch her nipple, then pull the tip out and flick it in the air.

Yeo-min’s cheeks began to flush at the indecent behavior. 

A sharp surge of pleasure accompanied the pain. 

“What, what are you doing, acting like a pervert…”

“Well, I don’t know. Seems like the real pervert here is Chae Yeo-min.”

“Why am I… ugh…”

Yoo Hwan’s nails dug into her nipples and gently scratched them. 

Her reddish hair fluttered with excitement. 

“You were lying on my bed with no bra  on, with your nipples standing straight up like this.”

“Ugh….”

Yoo Hwan’s hands continued to tease her breasts even as he laughed at his joke. 

He squeezed her breasts, which had begun to sweat, and rudely flicked the tap. 

He squeezed and rubbed them, then rubbed them up and down. 

Her bottom began to wet spontaneously. 

She tried to hide her rising breath, but her breathing grew ragged with every thrust. 

When a muffled moan escaped her lips, Yoo Hwan’s hand slid down. 

He stroked down her waist, rubbing her flat stomach.

His cold hands were now lukewarm with her body heat. 

“What brings you to my room? Did you see something scary?”

Yeomin shook her head. 

The scariest thing she’d ever seen in here was the size of Yoo Hwan’s dick right in front of her. 

“Uh… I made a mistake with the rooms… I thought the innermost room was yours…” 

She had naturally assumed the nicest room would be his.

The hand that had been rubbing her lower belly slowly slipped into her underwear. 

She gently spread her instinctively clenching thighs. 

“Were you wetting yourself down there too?”

“Oh, ahh….” 

“You’re soaking wet.” 

“That’s because you keep touching it….”

The wet flesh slipped from his fingertips.

Groping for the rusted hole, Yoo Hwan slipped his long middle finger inside. 

“Awww….”

When Yeo-min’s thighs clenched, Yoo Hwan pushed his ring finger in and probed with two fingers.

“Spread your legs wider. I’ll touch you inside.”

“Mmmmm….”

When she only moaned and didn’t open her legs, Yoo Hwan gently stroked her pussy with his palm. 

He pressed his palm firmly and rubbed it to peel off the epidermis, then took out the beads hidden inside and stimulated them openly. 

As he rubbed the bumps loosely, the juices that spurted out drenched his palm. 

“Open wider.”

With his hand probing inside and his palm rubbing her clit, Yoo Hwan whispered a command in her ear. 

“Sob…”

Unable to contain her excitement, Yeo-min was defeated by his whisper. 

Her lower belly quivered and she spread her legs apart, his fingers finding her inner walls with ease. 

As his finger groped inside, hot juices shot out from between her vaginal orifices. 

Satisfied with the response, Yoo Hwan thrust harder into her hole. 

He kissed the nape of Yeo-min’s neck, thrusting inside her lewdly. 

His downward strokes were subtle, his lips cold against the nape of her neck. 

In the bright sunlight, a shiver ran up her spine.

She stood on her toes, unable to contain her excitement. 

Melting under his touch, she giggled and blurted out the words that came out of her mouth. 

“Why did you give me the best room? I’m not even the owner of this house… I feel bad…”

She felt that if she didn’t shift her thoughts elsewhere, she might lose herself completely, succumbing to the overwhelming sensations.

Truthfully, she had been curious from the start.

If this room was Yoo Hwan’s, then her room must be that spacious, bright one she had seen earlier. 

The innermost, most luxurious room.

Kissing the nape of her neck, Yoo Hwan stopped moving. 

His fingers buried in Yeo-min’s vaginal opening remained there for a moment. 

“Well… I wonder why I did that.”

Yoo Hwan muttered to himself as he gently probed the inner walls of Yeo-min.

It was like he was asking himself a question. 

It was so obvious that he didn’t even question it. 

With a blank expression, lost in thought, he soon seemed to shake off his thoughts and lightly nipped Yeo-min’s cheek.

“Because you’re a guest.”

Ah… Yeo-min smiled faintly.

She’s just a guest. 

He’s treating her well because she’s a guest. 

She almost made an embarrassing mistake, misunderstanding it…

Yoo Hwan’s hand groped her vaginal walls again. 

He stroked the narrow, hot flesh from the inside and scratched her arousal. 

She closed her eyes, taking in the pleasure he was giving her.

 She couldn’t tell if the heat in her eyes was from pleasure or some other emotion. 

Still, the ebb and flow of sensation was steady. 

She let out a weak gasp as his thick, long fingers dug inside her. 

His hand slid in and out of her hole for a while, then abruptly withdrew when her moans grew louder. 

Nearing the end, she looked up at him with a startled expression on her face. 

“Why….”

As she mourned the loss of her climax, Yoo Hwan reached out and opened the drawer. 

He pulled out a piece of sackcloth he’d placed inside, peeled it off, and applied it to the tip of his penis. 

“I’ll put it in.”

Once the condom was on, he peeled off her T-shirt. 

The thin T-shirt fell to the floor, along with her knee-length underwear and trousers. 

She was faced with a huge body climbing on top of her. 

With the sunlight behind him, he looked like an enigmatic figure from a myth. 

His flawless skin was smooth, and his body, devoid of even a single thread, appeared sleek and elegant.

He buried his face in her chest and slid his tongue slowly over the flesh. 

She clutched at his hair as it fell over her chest. 

The cold, wet hair felt soft between her fingers. 

His lips moved up her body, then lower and lower. 

He kissed her waist, licked her lower belly, and then settled between her legs. 

“Haah…”

Yeo-min tilted her head back. 

Her thighs clenched as his long, thick tongue darted inside her. 

The hot breath stirring beneath her was overwhelmingly stimulating.

Yoo Hwan’s presence between her legs was brief.

“You’re soaking wet.”