Chapter 196: Chapter 196: Pressing Deeper

Ji-hye’s body was still humming, every nerve ending charged from the relentless tease, the oil on her skin barely dry, her thighs sticky with need. She pressed her cheek to the massage table, heart pounding, pussy aching, and arched her back, offering herself up without shame, her ass lifted, legs spread wide, surrendering to want.

"Please," she whispered, voice ruined and pleading, breathless from everything he’d done and everything he hadn’t yet. "Joon-ho... fuck me. Now. I can’t wait—please—"

He didn’t make her beg a second time. He stepped behind her, hands gripping her waist, rough and greedy, cock thick and slick from all the teasing. For a moment, he just held her there, admiring the view—her back arched, ass pushed out, pussy glistening, lips swollen, desperate and open. He slid the head of his cock through her folds, up and down, gathering every drop of slick, letting it drag over her clit, teasing just enough to make her whimper.

"God, look at you," he groaned, voice shaking with hunger. "You’re dripping for it. Did you miss being ruined like this?"

She moaned, pressing her ass back, grinding on him. "Yes. Fuck, yes. I need you, Joon-ho. All of you—hard, deep—please, just—don’t hold back."

He lined himself up and pushed in, not all at once but slow, deep, stretching her open with a thick, deliberate thrust. Ji-hye gasped, fingers curling in the sheets, every inch he slid in making her walls flutter and her toes curl. She felt impossibly full, like he was splitting her in two, the burn and the stretch riding the knife edge of too much and not enough.

He bottomed out with a shudder, hips pressed flush to her ass, both of them exhaling in shaky relief. For a heartbeat, he just stayed there, savoring the heat, the tightness, the way her body gripped him like she’d never let him go.

"You’re fucking perfect," he whispered, hands running up her back, smoothing over her shoulders, then gripping her hips again, bruising, possessive. "Made for me. Every time."

She whimpered, arching deeper, the words shooting straight through her. "Harder, Joon-ho. Give it to me. Use me."

His hands flexed, and then he started to move—slow at first, then faster, setting a punishing rhythm, hips slapping against her ass, the sound obscene in the quiet clinic. Each thrust pushed her forward, tits rubbing against the sheet, nipples stiff and oversensitive, sending aftershocks of pleasure through her chest. The friction made her whine, made her knees shake, made her want to sob from how good it was to be filled and used like this.

She clawed at the bed, barely able to hold herself up, every thrust knocking the air from her lungs. Joon-ho was relentless, driving in deep, grinding his hips so she felt every inch. He leaned over her, mouth finding her back, her shoulder, biting down and sucking hard, leaving purple-red hickeys in his wake.

"I want everyone to see these," he growled against her skin, voice thick with pride. "I want them to know you’re mine."

"Yours," she gasped, pushing back, desperate to take him deeper, harder, anything. "Always. Please, Joon-ho, just—fuck me. Don’t stop. I need it, I need you—"

He slammed into her, picking up the pace, each thrust sharper, rougher, her ass reddening under his hands. He nipped her earlobe, teeth grazing her neck, tongue flicking over her pulse. "You feel so good, Ji-hye. So fucking tight around me. You want to cum like this? Let me make you cum all over my cock."

Her answer was a sob, her body already shuddering, teetering right on the edge. He reached down, found her clit, and rubbed tight, filthy circles, sending shockwaves through her core. The pleasure was overwhelming, too much, not enough, everything at once. She cried out, hips jerking, legs quivering.

"Oh god, oh god—Joon-ho—don’t stop, I’m—" Her body snapped, orgasm slamming through her, muscles clamping down hard, thighs shaking, mouth open in a wordless scream. She felt herself gush around him, wet and desperate, milking his cock, begging for more with every pulse.

He kept fucking her through it, never letting up, riding out every aftershock until she was limp and sobbing, face buried in the sheets, arms trembling.

He slowed, rubbing gentle circles on her back, letting her catch her breath, kissing a line up her spine. "That’s it. Good girl. Let it all out."

She barely had time to breathe before he pulled out, only to flip her over, strong hands guiding her onto her back. He caught her under the knees, spreading her wide, hooking her legs over his shoulders, bending her nearly in half. She blinked up at him, dazed and hungry, the raw look in his eyes making her shiver all over again.

"Ready for more?" he asked, voice wicked, cock glistening with her slick, hard and angry between his fist.

She reached down, grabbing his ass, trying to pull him closer. "Don’t you dare stop now. I want to feel you everywhere."

He lined up and drove in deep, the new angle shoving him straight against her cervix, making her gasp and arch off the bed. He pinned her there, legs spread, her whole body open and vulnerable. He fucked her slow at first, letting her feel every inch, then built to a brutal, pounding rhythm, hips slamming against her thighs, cock battering her womb.

Ji-hye’s world shrank to the feel of him—how deep he reached, how his hips ground her down into the mattress, how the bed shook with every movement. He leaned in, mouth finding her tits, sucking her nipples, biting hard enough to leave bruises, licking and teasing until she was writhing beneath him. He left more hickeys, dotting her breasts and collarbone, claiming her over and over.

"God, you look so good like this," he panted, sweat dripping from his forehead onto her skin. "Completely fucked out. So needy for me."

She wrapped her arms around him, digging her nails into his back, pulling him closer, every thrust shoving him deeper, harder. She met every stroke with a desperate grind of her hips, matching his rhythm, needing it as rough and filthy as he could give.

"Fuck me, Joon-ho," she moaned, tears leaking from her eyes, voice wild and honest. "Fill me up. I want to feel it. I want you to ruin me—please, don’t stop, don’t ever stop—"

He snarled, hips stuttering, pace getting wild, desperate. "You want me to cum inside you? Fill you up, make you remember me for days?"

"Yes!" she cried, fingers digging into his hair, pulling his mouth to hers for a bruising, filthy kiss. "Please. Fill me. I want to feel it leaking out after. I want everyone to know you fucked me this good."

He growled, pounding into her, both of them right on the edge, sweat slicking their bodies, every muscle tensed to breaking.

"Cum with me," he ordered, voice dark and broken. "Right now. Squeeze me, Ji-hye. Show me how much you need it."

She shattered, body locking up, legs shaking, eyes rolling back as her orgasm hit, a tidal wave ripping through her, her pussy spasming around him, milking every drop. He slammed into her one last time, burying himself to the hilt, groaning her name as he came deep inside, filling her up, hips twitching with every pulse.

They clung to each other, breathing hard, bodies shaking, stuck together by sweat and slick and the kind of satisfaction that left nothing behind. Joon-ho stayed buried inside her, forehead pressed to hers, whispering her name, kissing her eyelids, her cheeks, her mouth.

"You’re perfect," he murmured, voice rough with emotion, hands gentle now, stroking her hair, her neck, her face. "Fucking perfect."

She laughed, breathless and hoarse, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I should let you fuck me in your clinic more often. I feel like you just rearranged my insides."

He grinned, rolling his hips, still hard inside her, teasing her with little thrusts that made her whimper. "Next time, I’ll tie you up and keep you here all night."

She shivered, her body already twitching with want, even as her muscles protested. "I dare you. I might not survive, but I dare you."

He leaned in, kissing her long and slow, letting their heartbeats settle, letting the world drift away. The scent of sex, oil, sweat, and lavender lingered in the air, heavy and raw.

They lay together, tangled and spent, basking in the warmth and the chaos they’d made. Joon-ho stroked her cheek, thumb tracing her lips, his eyes never leaving hers.

"You’re mine," he said softly, a promise and a warning.

She smiled, pulling him down for another kiss, already aching for more. "Always."

And somewhere, far off in the quiet clinic, the world kept turning—but for now, there was only this: sweat, satisfaction, and the sweet, filthy promise that it would never be enough.