Mint Is Pure Love - Chapter 65

The pale light of dawn was starting to break. Beyond the car window, the last few stars were fading into the early morning sky, and Yeonseo absentmindedly picked at a nonexistent hangnail.

Click. The passenger-side door opened.

“Let’s go in.”

She nodded and stepped out through the door Seokyung held open for her.

The fresh, early morning air grazed the back of her neck. Whether the place allowed check-ins this early or Seokyung had pulled some strings in his rush, she didn’t know. But in his hand was a room key with a long wooden tag.

“I want to sleep with you. Now.”

Those words had been like a trigger. Just last weekend, he hadn’t actually gone all the way, but that hadn’t stopped him from making a scene with his body.

Seokyung’s face had stiffened at the impulsive remark she’d thrown out without thinking. After a moment, he’d splashed his face with cold water like he was trying to clear his head, then shoved her back into the passenger seat without a word and drove straight here.

“This was the closest place,” he explained quietly as they climbed the wooden steps.

“I wanted our first time to be somewhere nicer… but I couldn’t wait.”

Yeonseo understood exactly what he meant. He had wanted her first time to be somewhere far better than this.

“I like it here,” she replied, and she meant it.

After about thirty minutes’ drive past rows of old, modest guesthouses in an MT village, they’d arrived at a place called River’s Leisure, a quiet pension with a lovely view.

The river flowed lazily out front, gleaming in the morning sun. The well-kept garden was filled with flowers in harmonious colors, and from the windows, you could probably get a pretty nice view. To Yeonseo, it genuinely felt like a good spot.

“Next time, I’ll take you somewhere even better,” he said, still sounding like he couldn’t quite shake the regret.

That promise of next time made her ears tingle with anticipation, while a subtle tightness coiled low in her belly. The sudden realization that they were about to share something deeper than before… even though everything they’d already done had been intense enough.

At a door labeled Freesia, Seokyung slid the key in and turned it. The click of the lock made her swallow. He held the door open for her, waiting until she stepped in.

A small orange sensor light flicked on overhead. The door shut behind her with a thud, and then she was suddenly turned around.

His lips crashed into hers, urgent and heated. Gone was the Seokyung who’d spent the drive focused solely on the road. His tongue invaded her mouth greedily, pressing against hers with wet insistence.

His large hand groped her through her T-shirt, making her gasp at the sharp jolt of sensation. The sound was stolen away by his mouth, and with her breath being pulled from her, she clutched the hem of his shirt.

“S-Seokyung… I… need… air…”

She twisted slightly to catch her breath, but almost immediately, his big frame wrapped around her from behind, pressing his lips to the pale skin of her neck.

One of his hands roamed from her chest, brushed her stomach, then moved lower—between her legs over the denim.

“W-wait, let me shower—”

“Mm, okay… ha…”

He said the words, but his hand kept moving, his middle finger pressing and rubbing her through the thick denim. The pressure seeped through in a slow, maddening way, making her hips twitch.

“Ah—Seokyung—!”

The hard press of his body against her hip told her exactly how aroused he was—far more than on the nights when they’d stopped short before.

He finally pulled his lips from hers with a wet sound, slid an arm under her knees, and carried her toward the bathroom.

Inside was a swan-engraved tub, a showerhead, and a spotless mirror over the sink. He set her down and immediately reached for the buckle of her jeans.

“If I don’t let you wash up first, you might pass out before we even start.”

“…I’ll do it myself. Get out.”

“Nope.”

His lips found hers again. As he unbuttoned her jeans, his hand slipped beneath the loosened waistband, his palm sweeping over the curve of her hip before tugging the denim downward.

He pulled until it hung low enough to reveal the bare skin just above her underwear, his touch trailing over her in a way that was both curious and possessive. Then, letting his gaze linger, he lifted her T-shirt.

“Good girl, Yeonseo.”

She obediently raised her arms so he could pull it over her head, and he smiled as he brushed her messy hair back.

That easy tenderness, the kind that felt like real affection, made her dizzy. Her body felt light, her mind hazy. She leaned in, pressing her lips to his without thinking, unable to cool the heat rising inside her.

When she kissed him first, his throat gave a low, heated sound. His hands slid up her back, unfastened her bra, and cupped her fully.

“Ah…”

A shiver shot down her spine when his thumb brushed over her. She instinctively stepped back, but the sink was right behind her, leaving nowhere else to retreat. Then his lips closed over her skin, hot and greedy.

It was nothing more than his mouth on her, yet heat surged low in her belly in a rush that made her toes curl.

His impatient hands stripped away what little clothing she had left, and before she knew it, she was bare, seated on the sink with his hips between her legs.

He lifted her fully onto the counter and spread her knees wide around him, the position leaving her completely exposed. His gaze locked on her like he was memorizing the sight, and the shame made her ears burn.

“W-what are you—”

“It’s so tight… how’s this gonna work?”

He sounded almost serious, as if he really was trying to figure out how to make it fit. His eyes kept darting between himself and her, the question plain on his face—Can I even get this in?

Even so, excitement burned along his neck, his throat working with a hard swallow.

“…But today, we’re doing it. I have to.”

He pulled off his T-shirt, revealing broad shoulders and lean muscle, and then stripped off the rest in one motion. He was already more than ready, the heat at the tip obvious.

Bending down, he kissed her deeply, guiding her hand to him.

“Take care of me, Yeonseo.”

I’ve been waiting so long for you

It wasn’t even their first time being like this. Just last week, he’d pressed against her as if about to give himself to her completely. Now, his voice trembled like someone who’d been holding back for far too long.

Forehead to forehead, he murmured again and again—I like it when you touch me… tell me you want me… I’ve waited so long.

The way he said it made her chest ache. She tightened her fingers around him, not even hard, but enough to make him groan. Like he couldn’t stand any distance, he kissed her again, urging her touch with quiet, desperate pressure.

Her breath was shallow, her body heated between her legs in a way that made her ache to be filled. Almost without realizing, she gripped harder, and he suddenly pulled back with a short, shaky sound.

White heat spilled over her stomach and chest in strong, relentless spurts.

She’d seen him finish before, but never this close—never watching it happen in vivid detail. Her eyes widened as she watched, warmth sliding down her skin.

“Ah…”

When her expression faltered in surprise, he immediately leaned in.

“Did I scare you? No, it’s okay…”

Slipping his arms under her, he lifted her down from the sink and pulled her close. His chest was solid and warm against her as his voice softened.

“You’re okay, Yeonseo. I’m sorry.”

The genuine regret in his tone made her throat tighten—and at the same time, she couldn’t help but find him infuriating.

“…You could at least stop rubbing it all over my stomach and say something…”

Even as he murmured apologies, his hips gave a small upward push, still caught in the last waves of release. Her grumble made him tremble with laughter, the sound spilling out freely. He kissed her cheeks and lips in a flurry, unable to stop smiling.

Then he turned her toward the mirror.

In the reflection, she saw herself—her chest and stomach marked, her skin flushed—and behind her, Seokyung, holding her like he might swallow her whole.

“Remember this, Yeonseo.”

Remember what? She didn’t have time to ask before his lips claimed hers again.