Defective Banana - Chapter 52

Some of Donghee’s posts even had pictures of my own work.

“Is this really Donghee unnie? For real?” Ara couldn’t close her mouth as she scrolled through the endless photos.

There were several shots of her standing in front of my artwork, and judging by the different outfits, she hadn’t gone just once. There was even a photo of a postcard with a supportive message, and as soon as I read the first line, I remembered pulling that same card out of a box not long ago.

[You two look so good together. I’m cheering you on.]

At the time, I’d read it with a bit of confusion, wondering why it sounded like the writer actually knew me.

“Oh… so that postcard was from you, unnie…”

And in one of her posts, there was even a caption written just for me.

[Cute Ara. I miss you so much. Don’t you miss me?]

The moment those words hit my eyes, tears welled up and my nose tingled. The guilt I felt, and her sincerity, poured in so strongly that I thought I’d burst into tears right there.

“This account… it’s really hers? It’s really unnie?”

“Yes. Your unnie, Kim Donghee.”

A wave of relief and emotion hit me all at once, like finding something precious I thought I’d lost forever. The tension drained from my body, and the tears I’d been holding back finally rolled down.

“Ah… unnie …”

Watching me from the side, Seohyuk looked a little sulky, and suddenly snatched back his phone.

“So you were fine when meeting me, but the moment you see Kim Yeosa’s SNS, you cry? What am I supposed to think? I’m kind of hurt here.”

“Wait, just give it back for a sec. I haven’t even seen everything yet.”

I reached for it, but Seohyuk raised his arm high, refusing to hand it over. Still sitting, he stretched his arm so I couldn’t reach.

When I realized I couldn’t get it, I half-stood and tried to snatch it, but my body tilted forward and I ended up falling right on top of him.

Seohyuk fell back onto the sofa, and I landed sprawled over him. Startled, I quickly pushed myself up and awkwardly said, “You must be tired from the trip. You should rest.”

I was about to get off him, but Seohyuk grabbed my arm and yanked me back down into his chest. Locking eyes with me, his voice softened.

“I’ll rest if you tell me to… but can I rest like this, holding you?”

The black in his eyes was deep and burning.

Ara smiled faintly, lowering her gaze before leaning in and brushing her lips against his. Then she tilted her head and caught his lips between hers, starting a kiss.

It had been so long since their last kiss, it’s so sweet that she felt like she could melt right into him. She took his lower lip, then tilted the other way, gently catching his mouth again. Seohyuk held her close, slipping his hand under her shirt and stroking her lower back.

“Baek Ara… I thought I was going to lose my mind missing you.”

“Me too. I almost cried my eyes out missing you, Seohyuk.”

“Yeah, right. You didn’t cry. You’re a cold woman,” he teased, narrowing his eyes.

“What can I do? The moment I see you, I’m just too happy, I can’t stop smiling.”

“That’s part of your charm… but no. I’m going to make you cry.”

“Huh?”

He laid her down on the sofa, pressing his body over hers, and caught her lips again. His hand moved forward, filling his palm with the soft weight of her br3asts and kneading them.

Still massaging her, he pushed up her top and buried his face between her br3asts. At the same time, he slid off her bottoms and his own clothes followed.

Her scent, warm and intoxicating, filled his lungs. For him, even the crisp air of France couldn’t compare, her breath was the perfect oxygen, her very existence the nourishment he needed to live.

His mouth roamed from the line of her neck, over her collarbones, beneath her jaw, then to the other side. He lingered at her ear, licking along the edge, wetting the narrow inside, then sucking on her earlobe. His excitement surged, and his hand traveled down between her thighs, coaxing wetness there.

His teasing strokes grew firmer, making Ara shiver and gasp softly. Even her breathy moans were swallowed into his mouth as his fingers slid deeper, stoking the heat.

The shock of sensation made her arch her back, gripping his strong arm.

Pressing hard with his heated fingers, Seohyuk kissed her flushed cheek, then whispered against her ear.

“I want to be inside you right now… so hit me.”

Shivering in pleasure, Ara smacked his left cheek once, then again, almost urgently, silently telling him to hurry and give her that bliss again.

His c0ck throbbed hard, and he stroked it along her slick folds before pushing between them and sinking deep with a heavy thrust.

“Ah—!”

The long-missed jolt of pleasure made her close her eyes and part her lips. Every dormant nerve in her body sprang awake.

Knowing the taste only made it more dangerous, she could already feel herself tightening toward release.

Seohyuk held one of her legs up, driving into her hard, hips snapping forward. Ara clung to him, trembling as her orgasm hit, but his relentless thrusts didn’t stop.

His hips moved fluidly, the thick length sliding all the way in and out, their joined flesh grinding for that extra shiver of stimulation.

“Ah—hah…”

Ara’s legs shook as she hugged him close, dipping her head.

When she froze in the rush of pleasure, he grabbed her leg again and pounded deeper, pouring every pent-up longing, frustration, and craving into her.

He pinned himself deep inside her center, holding her there like he’d never let her go.

“Ha… Ara…”

Pulling out, Seohyuk pressed his tip to her lower belly and spilled thick, hot release over her skin.

They stayed wrapped in each other’s arms for a long kiss.

***

They moved to the bed, chasing climax after climax until Ara finally drifted into sleep. Much later, she opened her eyes and found herself in Seohyuk’s arms, watching his sleeping face.

“Handsome pervert. Crazy pervert,” she muttered.

Just how many times could he come in one erection? He’d lost weight, but his bare body was proof he’d been working out hard. Lean muscle lined his frame, and she suspected he’d been downing protein shakes in preparation for this reunion.

He was always meticulous, calculated… a thoroughly prepared pervert.

Ara slipped quietly out of bed and went to shower.  After drying off, she wrapped a towel around her damp hair and went to the living room sofa. Picking up a tablet from the table, she tapped the screen with the stylus.

The only way to rein in his unstoppable drive, even for a while, was to rewrite their dating contract.

Sitting back against the sofa, knees drawn up, tablet on her lap, she began drafting ten detailed clauses, carefully, thoroughly.

After what had happened last time, she knew he’d take every clause seriously.

[Dating Contract between Kang Seohyuk and Baek Ara]

She reviewed her list of ten points with a sharp eye, then set the tablet down.

Unwrapping the towel, she pushed her wet hair back and headed for the kitchen. He’d flown all the way from another country, so she wanted to feed him some proper Korean food. She pulled every ingredient from the fridge and began cooking quickly.

***

Three hours later, Seohyuk woke up, blinking groggily as his gaze immediately searched for her.

“Ara.”

“Seohyuk! You’re up? I’m in the kitchen.”

He climbed out of bed and headed straight there.

“Sleep well?”

He pulled her into his arms from behind, voice still husky with sleep.

“I must’ve slept too long. It’s already dark.”

“It’s fine. Go wash up. I’ll set the table.”

It couldn’t have taken him more than a few minutes to shower. Before long, he came back, pulling on a shirt and reaching to hug her again and then froze at the sight of the table.

“Wow… what is all this?”