New Normal - Chapter 53

It was a gaze filled with so much care, so much caution, that it somehow felt even more intense because of it.

The moment she realized that, her heart started beating in a restless rhythm.

Why? Why was it doing that?

Jisoo quietly opened her mouth. “Chae Juwon, why are you so kind to me?”

“Good question.”

Juwon didn’t smile.

“I just… want to be, when it comes to you.”

The moment their eyes met, Jisoo no longer wanted to hide how she felt. With her eyes half-closed, she leaned in and kissed him again. It was a careful, but unmistakable move.

As he wrapped his arms around her waist, their kiss deepened. Standing at the corner of the bed, they slowly sank into each other.

While they kissed, Juwon’s hand slid down along the curve of her back. Jisoo let out a shaky breath as she felt his touch.

Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe she was just getting swept up in her emotions, making the wrong choice. But still… it felt okay.

As her face started to pull away, he leaned in to follow her. Their breaths grew closer, their eyes locked in the narrowing space between them. Juwon gently cupped her chin.

“To be honest… I’m a little scared.”

At his whisper, her chest tightened. Her heart pounded with tension.

What did he mean by that? Was he feeling the same way she was?

Hiding the whirlwind of feelings inside her, Jisoo quietly looked at him. Chae Juwon gave her a small, crooked smile.

“I’m just worried you’ll end up in the ER again… like last time.”

A breathy, embarrassed laugh slipped out of her. With their foreheads touching, Juwon gently ran his hand down her back, as if trying to ease her tension.

Jisoo frowned and gripped the collar of his shirt tighter.

“Can you please forget about that already?”

“How could I? It’s not like things like that happen every day.”

He chuckled again, still resting his forehead against hers. His breath brushed against her skin, warm and sweet, just like the heat between them.

Tilting his head slightly, he captured her lips for a moment, then rubbed his nose softly against hers and whispered,

“You think you’ll be okay?”

There was more to his question than met the eye.

It wasn’t just about whether she was physically ready—but whether she could cross that emotional line too. And instead of answering, Jisoo simply reached out. She gently caressed Juwon’s cheek, then kissed him again.

Maybe… she would be okay.

Juwon cupped her face in his hands. Despite the heat of his skin, despite the sharp glint in his eyes like a predator eyeing its prey, despite the tension in his swollen lower lip— there wasn’t an ounce of force in his grip.

As Jisoo instinctively leaned back, Chae Juwon gently lowered her onto the bed. He was still as composed as ever. But the way he closed his eyes and kissed her—that held a kind of quiet caution.

It was sweet and gentle. There was a warmth to his touch that felt completely different from the intensity he’d shown before. That small, lingering warmth cracked open a corner of Jisoo’s heart.

She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, refusing to let him hold himself back anymore.
She felt him flinch slightly at her sudden boldness, but when she opened her mouth and teasingly brushed her tongue against his, he responded almost instantly—like he’d been waiting.

All they’d done was eat a simple meal together. All he did was smile a little softer than usual.
They danced to a good song in a nice mood, and yet…

Something felt different.

Today, for some reason, Jisoo couldn’t help but feel like he was a complete stranger.

Why…

Panting, she broke the kiss. With trembling hands, she traced his face—his sharp jawline, the strong bridge of his nose, the curve of his brow, and those deep brown eyes staring right back at her.

Juwon slowly closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again as her fingers lingered over his features.

“You like what you see?”

She gave a small nod. His gaze burned into her, and then he grabbed her hand—bringing it to his lips and running his tongue along her palm.

“I do, too.”

“Huh… Are you saying you like your face too?”

“Yeah.”

His deadpan reply made her laugh. But just as her laughter echoed, the solid weight pressing down on her lifted.

Startled by the sudden loss of warmth, she blinked—only to be pulled forward again.
Juwon guided her hand down his chest as he sat halfway up.

Through the soft beige tee, she could feel his heartbeat, his firm abs, and lower… the full evidence of his arousal.

“Take it off, Jisoo.”

Juwon gave the command through a warm, ragged breath.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she peeled the shirt from his body, revealing his broad, muscular torso. She swallowed hard. The sound of it felt unusually loud in the room.

“And here, too.”

Blushing, but trying to stay composed, she unbuttoned his pants and tugged them down. His briefs barely hid anything. She bit her lip, averting her gaze as the bulge pressed against the thin fabric. Her hands were clumsy, but she undressed him completely.

Now, he stood stark naked—while she was still fully dressed in her fitted blouse and pencil skirt.
The contrast between them felt almost too stark.

As she sat on the edge of the bed, hesitating and leaning slightly away, Juwon glanced at her while rolling on a condom. He ran his hand along his length, now covered, then tilted his chin at her.

“Your turn, Jisoo.”

The mattress dipped as Juwon climbed onto the bed on his knees.

Jisoo flinched slightly, unable to look away from him. Watching her slowly bring her hands to her shirt, Juwon continued stroking himself, the moment filled with a raw, almost indecent tension.

With shaky fingers, she fumbled with the buttons. She kept missing, but he waited patiently.
Eventually, she unclasped her bra, letting it fall away. As the soft curve of her chest bounced gently, his dark brown eyes deepened with desire.

“Keep going.”

Still sitting awkwardly on the bed, she slowly slid off her skirt, until only her panties and stockings remained. She looked up at him as if asking, Do I really have to take these off too?

He just gave her that same arrogant chin tilt in response.

His c0ck stood firm—so hard it looked like it might burst at any moment.

Jisoo tried to ignore it and slipped off the rest of her clothes. Her fingers trembled, and for a brief moment, she noticed a small run in her stocking—but that was the last thing on her mind.

Leaning back against the headboard, Jisoo bent her knees at the edge of the bed and looked straight at Juwon. He was halfway leaning over her now, his upper body lowered. Their eyes locked.

“I want to know more,” he said.

Chae Juwon’s voice was low, but steady. And in his eyes, it wasn’t just desire.

There was something else—something deeper. Jisoo couldn’t explain how she knew. It was just a feeling. Like he’d been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Slowly, he spoke.

“Shin Jisoo… what kind of person are you, really?”

Her vision blurred with heat as her eyes drifted downward. Now completely naked, Jisoo awkwardly brought her legs together, unsure of where to hide. Her chest tightened with something like pressure—or pain. Inside the shadow he cast over her, she felt small. Powerless.

“Spread your legs.”

The command was soft, almost gentle. As if entranced, Jisoo slowly parted her thighs.

His gaze, focused between them, was unwavering—almost obsessive. It made her squirm, but she held still, swallowing hard as his eyes refused to move away from her most vulnerable place, now completely exposed.

Chae Juwon didn’t even blink.

“Why did you shave?”

The cool air brushing against her exposed skin made Jisoo flinch involuntarily.

“…I just wanted to be tidy.”

“For s3x? With me?”

“…Yeah.”

At her obedient answer, the muscles in his broad chest twitched slightly.

“Good girl.”

The man murmured low under his breath, licking his lips. Even with his blatantly suggestive words, all Jisoo could do was blush.

Chae Juwon’s eyes were locked between her parted thighs. As if already imagining being inside her, his hips shifted slightly as he continued stroking himself.

“Haa… I would’ve still wanted you, even if you hadn’t done that.”

They hadn’t even touched skin to skin yet.

But just from his gaze—just from the sound of his rough breathing—Jisoo was already soaked.

The situation was downright obscene, and she bit down hard on her lower lip. Her br3asts, already full and tight with arousal, had her n1pples standing firm. At the same time, she could feel a slick trail of arousal slip down, lightly brushing against her rear.

“Touch yourself.”

“…W-Where?”

“Wherever you want, Jisoo.”

Hesitating for a moment, Jisoo slowly lowered her hand.

Aside from when she washed, she had never really touched herself there before. But now, her fingers found a place that was unbelievably wet—soaked beyond belief.

She gently traced the spot that throbbed as if begging to be filled with something, anything.
When she pressed the upper part of her folds, a sharp jolt of pleasure pulsed deep inside her, making her stomach tighten.

“Mmnh…”

As Jisoo rubbed herself with her fingers, she instinctively reached up and grabbed her br3ast.
It was so tightly swollen, it almost hurt—craving attention just as much.

“Haa…”

Seeing her spread open like that, touching herself, made the hand wrapped around Juwon’s thick length start to move more roughly.

Jisoo didn’t look away. Even as their eyes stayed locked, she kept exploring her own body. She cupped her br3ast with one hand while slipping her middle finger inside with the other.

There was no resistance. No discomfort. Only a strange thrill and a growing sense of anticipation that seemed to swallow her whole.

“Haa… Add another finger.”

Chae Juwon’s voice was low, calm, and commanding.

Biting her lip, Jisoo pushed both her index and middle fingers inside. She felt the soft, warm walls—loose and wet, welcoming her touch without any resistance.

“Now move them.”

She began slowly, slipping her fingers out just a little before sliding them back in again. Even as she obeyed, she still couldn’t believe what she was doing—touching herself like this, right in front of him.

She bit down harder on her lower lip. When she pressed her middle finger deeper, rubbing along the inner wall, a sharp jolt of pleasure shot through her, making her legs squeeze together.

“Ah…!”

Her hips lifted instinctively, and at the same time, Juwon’s hand—once moving slowly—began to stroke himself faster.

“Haa… Hnn…”

Chae Juwon let out a rough moan, tilting his head back. His small n1pples had hardened, and the muscles in his thighs twitched uncontrollably.

His abs tensed and relaxed in waves, like a ripple passing through him. His body trembled slightly—barely, but enough to notice—before he suddenly and impatiently tore off the condom.