Seeking confirmation, Yoon Seoyul encircled his arms around Cheon Areum's trembling body, pressing his chest against his back as he leaned in close—still moving inside him at the same speed. His lips traced soft, lingering kisses along Cheon Areum's spine, inching toward his face. But Cheon Areum couldn't speak—not a single syllable escaped him besides broken whimpers. All he could do was moan through the overwhelming sensations, his voice breaking as he endured the pounding.
Tears had already begun to stream down his cheeks again. Yet through the haze, he nodded—his answer clear. Yoon Seoyul closed in and licked the tears gently from his face, tongue adopting the wet trail all the way to the corners of his eyes.
"I'll do it then… Haa…"
