One of Taeyang’s hands continued to fondle Sun-hye’s breast while the other reached between her legs.

"Hnng..."

The moment his hand touched her vagina, Sun-hye let out a short moan.

Just by the touch of the fabric on his fingertips, he could tell.

Normally, he should have felt the smooth texture of her underwear beneath the one-piece dress, but what he felt was the rough texture of pubic hair. Of course, if it were a special material that clung tightly to the vagina, it might be different...

"Mmm..."

Sun-hye twisted her body, pressing her thighs together.

But she couldn’t react like this. It was clear. She wasn’t wearing anything under her one-piece dress.

"Wow..."

Taeyang smirked and let out a small sigh of admiration.

"How bold of you..."

Sun-hye immediately retorted to his mocking whisper.

"I just didn’t have any underwear!"

"That’s strange."

"What is!"

With a raised voice, Sun-hye turned her head to glare at Taeyang.

At first glance, it seemed like she was more irritated than usual, but in reality, it was the opposite.

She just hadn’t been able to wear underwear. Thinking that, Sun-hye tried to maintain her composure, but as she faced Taeyang and felt his touch, her resolve crumbled easily.

Just from having her breasts and vagina touched briefly, her legs trembled, and between her tightly pressed thighs, vaginal fluid threatened to leak at any moment.

During the past four days when contact had been cut off, she didn’t want to admit it, but Taeyang’s presence, which had been in a corner of her heart, had grown to an extent that she couldn’t ignore.

Moreover, that feeling was not negative.

Of course, Taeyang easily guessed why she was being so picky. She was already halfway there. But with the thought of teasing her more, he bit her earlobe.

"Ouch!"

"Do you hate it that much?"

"Come on, isn’t that obvious?"

Taeyang shook his head at her irritated response and raised his hand.

"Then there’s nothing I can do."

As soon as the hand that had been persistently teasing her sensitive spots pulled away, Sun-hye looked dazed.

"Uh, uh?"

The short, intermittent "uh" sounded like it showed just how flustered she was.

As if that wasn’t enough, Taeyang took a step back from Sun-hye. Still smiling, he sat down on the sofa.

"Let’s just leave it at that today."

"What do you mean!"

Taeyang lightly waved his hand, cutting off Sun-hye’s words.

"You said you didn’t like it, right?"

Sun-hye, who was about to shout something, snapped her mouth shut.

When did he ever listen to her so well, pretending to be considerate like this? He should just ignore her opinions and tease her body as usual.

Taeyang continued with an even deeper smile.

"You don’t have to worry about the video."

He took out his phone from his pocket and waved it up and down.

"I’ll make sure to delete it for you. Today, let’s just have coffee and go. Well."

"Wh-what suddenly?"

Sun-hye asked with a displeased expression. Unbeknownst to her, her voice trembled slightly.

Whether she intended it or not, she had secretly hoped that Taeyang would make her climax while touching her.

Over the past four days, no matter how hard she masturbated, her sexual desire only built up without being properly satisfied. Moreover, just because she wasn’t wearing underwear, her body was twice as sensitive as usual.

No matter how well Taeyang read her and balanced between pleasure and climax, today she thought she would climax with just a slight touch.

But suddenly, if he let go completely, what was she supposed to do?

Sun-hye nervously bit her nails.

Seeing this, Taeyang smirked and asked,

"Why? Is something bothering you?"

Only then did Sun-hye realize what dirty thoughts she had been having and quickly hid her hand behind her back.

"No, if you don’t touch me, that’s better for me! I just need the video deleted!"

"That’s right. Isn’t it?"

It wasn’t.

But Sun-hye couldn’t say what she really felt.

A tiny shred of her remaining pride kept her from speaking. Of course, that tiny shred was so light that it could be blown away by the slightest breeze.

Taeyang fiddled with his phone and sipped his coffee. Sun-hye just stared blankly at him.

Although they were far enough apart that they couldn’t reach each other even if they stretched out their hands, whenever Taeyang occasionally looked up and scanned her body, Sun-hye pressed her thighs together in strange pleasure.

Sun-hye, looking troubled, let out a short sigh. Then, suddenly, she sat down on the sofa where Taeyang was sitting.

Of course, the sofa was quite spacious, and she sat on the very edge, so there was still enough distance between them.

Still, it was an unexpected situation. Sun-hye always stood until Taeyang left. Seeing her changed attitude, Taeyang looked surprised.

"Why did you suddenly sit next to me?"

"It’s my house. I can sit wherever I want."

"That’s true."

Taeyang nodded lightly in agreement. And he genuinely didn’t bother her.

"Thank you for the coffee. Then, goodbye."

After finishing his coffee, he left.

*

Days passed, and Sun-hye still didn’t wear underwear. Whenever Taeyang confirmed that she wasn’t wearing any, he immediately stopped touching her.

The confirmation process took less than 10 seconds, so Sun-hye couldn’t even get close to climaxing and could only feel a very weak pleasure.

As the time and intensity of Taeyang touching her body decreased, Sun-hye should have felt less pleasure, but her body became even more sensitive to the short moments of touch.

Now, sitting comfortably next to Taeyang, Sun-hye let out a short sigh.

The dust on the family photo frame on the drawer reminded her of her guilt. It was dust that had accumulated because she couldn’t focus on housework and kept putting it off.

Now, Sun-hye masturbated from the time her husband and daughter left for work and school until Taeyang arrived, and after he left, she continued until they returned.

Another 30 minutes had passed since Taeyang sat on the sofa. Four days ago, he had asked for a second cup of coffee.

Sun-hye brought the coffee without even asking if he would delete more of the video.

After another 20 minutes or so, Taeyang’s stomach rumbled. He smiled awkwardly.

"Strangely, one cup is fine, but from the second cup, my stomach feels weird. Can I use the bathroom?"

With that, Taeyang got up and headed to the bathroom.

As soon as Taeyang left the living room, Sun-hye hurriedly took off her clothes. She didn’t even check if the bathroom door was properly locked, but she was beyond caring.

Her body, already fully aroused, couldn’t be calmed by patience or pride. Since she wasn’t wearing underwear, she was naked even faster than usual. She buried her body in the back of the sofa.

With her left hand, she lifted her breast from underneath as high as possible. Her brown nipple was close enough to touch her lips.

Without any hesitation, she took the nipple into her mouth. She sucked on the areola with her lips and stimulated the tip of the nipple with her teeth.

"Ah, ah..."

She moved her thumb up and down quickly, stimulating her protruding clitoris like a punching bag, while her index and middle fingers penetrated her already wet flesh.

Squish...

She removed her hand from under her breast. Naturally, the breast tried to fall, but Sun-hye clenched her jaw and didn’t let go of the nipple.

"Ugh!"

The pain of the nipple almost slipping out. No, the pleasure made her roll her eyes and shake her body. Her free hand moved to the other breast.

As she twisted and squeezed her breast, her hand moving inside her vagina sped up.

"Ah! Ha! Hah! Heeek!"

Although she had bitten her nipple to keep quiet, her moans grew louder and louder, forgetting their original purpose. Saliva dripped continuously from her slightly open lips.

"Heeeeeek!"

Sun-hye, who had been letting out moans loud enough to be heard in the bathroom, finally reached her climax. Her body shook violently and then went limp.

Vaginal fluid gushed out uncontrollably.

Even in the midst of the blinding pleasure, her hand did not stop.

Squish, squish, squish, squish, squish...

It would take at least 5 minutes for Taeyang to return from the bathroom, and at this pace, she could climax at least three times. Sun-hye’s hand moved even faster after her first climax.

Two, three times. Even after several climaxes, her sexual desire did not subside at all.

Sun-hye glanced at the clock on the wall.

It had already been 5 minutes. But her hand did not stop. Not yet... She hadn’t heard the sound of the toilet flushing. If she could just hold out until then, it would be enough.

Just one more time... With that thought, Sun-hye twisted her clitoris. A sharp moan escaped her lips. And at that moment.

"Oh, this is troublesome."

A sound that should not have been heard from behind her head struck her ears. She quickly turned to check behind her. The breast she had been biting bounced up and down.

Taeyang, who had returned to the living room at some point, covered his mouth with his hand and muttered in a troubled tone. However, the smirk on his face visible through his spread fingers showed that he was not troubled at all.

"This is quite a spectacle with a guest present."

Sun-hye was startled but did nothing more.

She didn’t try to cover her body with the clothes at her feet or turn away, and remained frozen in her masturbating position.

However, her unfocused eyes were filled not with worry or shame about being caught, but with anticipation and lust for what would happen next.

Will he pounce on me? He will, right? He must!

But Taeyang did not fulfill her expectations and continued to smirk, pointing to the clothes on the floor.

"Well, you might not have underwear, but shouldn’t you at least put on some clothes?"

At Taeyang’s question, the corners of Sun-hye’s mouth twitched. Drool dripped from her chin onto her breast.

"It’s... it’s my house. I can wear whatever I want..."

She used the same logic as when she sat on the sofa. It sounded strange to anyone, but Taeyang nodded again.

"That’s true. The homeowner does as they please, the guest acts with permission. That’s the basic rule."

And what Taeyang said next was utterly ridiculous.

"Then, can I take off my clothes too?"

No, Sun-hye’s reason screamed.

But what came out of her mouth was the opposite of her will.

"D-do whatever you want..."

Sun-hye muttered softly, glancing at Taeyang’s body, especially his crotch.

Taking off clothes, touching my body, and... more than that.

The moment she imagined ’more than that,’ Sun-hye was overwhelmed by a renewed wave of excitement and couldn’t control her body.

"Hnng."

Squish...

Sun-hye’s hand moved on its own. Even with Taeyang right next to her, she couldn’t stop masturbating.