Defective Banana - Chapter 33
Ara squinted at Seohyuk and muttered, “You seriously need to be scolded. Do you even realize how many of my paintings I can already see from here?”
“Oh, right! Ara, come here for a sec,” Seohyuk quickly changed the subject, grabbing her hand and pulling her along.
He had prepared this with some effort, but he was still anxious—would she like it? Watching her face closely, Seohyuk cautiously began to explain.
“This is your studio, Ara.”
“Huh? My studio?”
The room was packed with easels in different sizes, top-tier canvases, and a table stacked with paint sets, brushes, aprons, and even small props—exactly the kind of things she used. Somehow, he’d managed to prepare everything she could possibly need to work.
“What, did you suddenly develop a hobby? Like, ‘Satisfy Baek Ara’ as a personal challenge?”
“I just thought you shouldn’t have to draw only at home. You can come here and work comfortably. And, you know… hang out with me too. What do you think? Do you like it?”
Ara stepped into the room, glancing around before letting out a snort and saying in disbelief, “How the hell did you even know what to buy? Did you study?”
“I asked people at the art store. Did a little research too.”
“Of course you did. You’re always overprepared. You used that black card of yours, didn’t you? How much did this all cost? Must be over a grand, easy.”
“That’s classified. Now, come here. There’s more.”
“What now? What else are you trying to show me?”
Seohyuk led her into another room and flicked on the light, stepping aside so she could look around comfortably.
Under the blackout curtains sat a wide bed with pristine white bedding. There was a vanity, a desk, and even a bathroom and walk-in closet.
“This… is your room?”
“Nope. This is your room too.”
Ara blinked in disbelief. “My room? Why would I have a room in your house?”
“In case you get tired while working and want to rest. I figured you might as well be comfortable.”
She stared at him like he was nuts, muttering under her breath, “You sly fox, Kang Seohyuk… just how many steps ahead are you planning?”
“About five, give or take.”
He tried to joke, and she didn’t really feel like nitpicking further. Honestly, if she did end up coming here often, the space would be useful. No need to overthink it.
“Alright, fine. I actually brought you here to work anyway, so let’s go back to the studio.”
“Not here? Back to the studio?”
As Ara exited the bedroom and returned to the studio, Seohyuk followed behind like a sulky dog that didn’t get a treat.
“Sit here,” Ara said, pointing to the chair beside her at the table.
“What are we doing?”
“First, take your shirt off.”
Seohyuk blinked. “Just the shirt?”
“Just the shirt.”
She tied up her long hair with a paintbrush, waiting for him to finish unbuttoning. Once his upper body was bare, she looked at him and said, “Give me your hands. Both of them.”
As he held out his hands, she dipped a wide brush in pale blue paint and began covering his palms and forearms.
“I’m taking your handprints. Up to your elbows. You just need to press them down together like this.”
He followed her demo, pressing his painted arms firmly against a black canvas.
“Okay, now lift.”
When he pulled back, two tall blue trees bloomed on the canvas, like imprints of his hands and arms.
“Looks good. Now, one more.” She pulled out another canvas from her bag and placed it on the table.
Seohyuk kept helping her, almost like it was a fun little art class, grinning the whole time.
When he returned from washing his hands, Ara turned to him with a smile.
“That came out better than expected. I like it. Thanks for helping.”
Seohyuk stepped closer and pulled her into a hug. “I did well, right? Then I want a reward.”
“A reward? What do you want?”
“You. Baek Ara.”
With a mischievous grin, he scooped her up and carried her straight into the bedroom.
Dopamine, adrenaline—everything surged. His subtle charm and unexpected boldness were thrilling to her.
“You cheeky pervert. You can’t even get it up without help, and yet you’re so damn eager.”
“Keep talking…”
“You can’t even get it up without me, you pretty little eunuch.”
His eyes flashed red with heat. He laid her down, climbed on top, and kissed every part of her face.
“Ara… will you live with me here?”
“Are you insane?”
“Maybe just a little lately.”
He found her lips again, kissing her deeply. His hand cupped her br3ast while his body leaned into the space between her thighs. The excitement pulsed in waves, and he wanted nothing more than to bury himself in her and go wild—but reality had other plans.
Still soft.
Panting, he sat back up and groaned, “Ara… just hit me once. Please.”
She looked up, smirking, and slowly pulled the long paintbrush out of her hair. Pressing the tip against his n1pple, she asked sweetly, “You want me to hit you?”
“Y-yeah.”
“Why?”
She pushed again. He winced in pain but smiled through it. “It just feels… so good.”
He felt bl00d rushing south with every second. Blushing and satisfied, he began unbuttoning her blouse and buried his face into her pale chest.
A moment later, he reached toward the nightstand and grabbed a condom. Just as he tried to tear it open with his teeth, Ara stopped him.
“I’ve been on the pill since last week. Let’s skip the condom.”
After trying it raw once, she couldn’t go back.
“For real? That’s amazing. I mean, thank you. Seriously, thank you.” Seohyuk was grinning ear to ear, returning to her br3asts and licking her n1pples with care.
***
Whenever Ara stayed at his place after that, Seohyuk always stuck close. He’d go over scripts in the living room while she painted, or nap with her, or just wait patiently by her side.
That evening, after finishing the dishes, he knocked on the studio door.
“Ara? When will you be done?”
“Maybe in two hours?”
“Okay. I’ll read my script until then. I’ll have your favorite wine ready.”
“Alright.”
Back in the living room, Seohyuk put the script aside and started decorating the table by the window. He lit a few pretty candles, brought out a bouquet of flowers, and arranged everything romantically. Once he got going, he added mood lighting, music, and even googled “events women like.”
He plated colorful fruit and delicate canapés to pair with the wine. All he hoped was that Ara would see his effort and reward him tonight—whether it was scolding him or showering him with love, he’d take either.
A while later, when night had deepened, Ara emerged from the studio and approached him on the sofa.
When he sensed her presence, he looked up from his script—and suddenly, she slid between his legs and sat down.
“Ara? What are you doing?”
“Don’t mind me. Just keep reading.”
“Um… okay?”
She caressed the front of his sweatpants, then yanked down the waistband and slipped her hand inside, playing with him gently.
“Ugh, Ara… this is the living room. I—I can still feel everything, even if it’s not… y’know, working yet…”
“Keep reading. Out loud. If you mess it up, I’m gonna bite it. Got it?”
Face flushed and thighs tense, Seohyuk clutched the script with trembling hands and read:
“‘Not once… has he ever missed a target…’ Hnnngh. ‘Goonhyuk lowered his gaze, staring quietly at the boy leaning against the wall. A trembling voice whispered… h-huff… If he waited just a little longer, the target would approach the boy. One shot… Just one shot, and—hnng!’”
Ara grinned, lips curling in satisfaction. “Better pronunciation.”
“Haah… Ara, should we maybe go to the bedroom?”
“Nope. I want to hear more of your voice right here. Keep going.”
She liked him when he was soft like this. That squishy, jelly-like feel—just like slime. She kept stroking him gently, then pulled him out to admire him up close.
Even without a full erection, the heft and texture in her hand brought a smile to her lips.