New Normal - Chapter 77

“Ah… Juwon… yes, I like it. A little more…”

“More?”

The pleading words slipped out before Shin Jisoo could stop herself, and in the next instant, Chae Juwon’s movements grew rougher. The sound of bodies colliding, skin against sheets, and gasping breaths tangled into one and filled the room.

“Ah! Nngh! Mm!”

His thrusts came faster and deeper, too relentless to keep up with. Jisoo shook her head in helpless surrender, overcome by the man who skillfully stoked her body into flames. His lips brushed against her ear.

“Haa… more? You want it harder?”

The heat of his breath against her earlobe made her flinch and clutch at his shoulders instinctively.

“Ah—! N-no… ah, ah! Not there—!”

Already tangled beyond reason, Juwon’s hand slipped down to her core, teasing her cl!t. Everywhere his fingertips grazed sent electric sparks ripping through her nerves.

“Ah! W-wait—! Mm, ahh—!”

But he didn’t wait. As if he’d been holding back until this moment, his rough caresses poured over her, forcing only ragged breaths from her lips. The instant his fingers pressed her cl!t while his c0ck drove deep inside her, Jisoo gasped sharply.

“Hhh—!”

Tears pricked her eyes. She reached down to stop him, but it was useless. Juwon seized both her wrists in one hand, pinning them, while the other continued to tease her mercilessly as his hips rocked in a steady rhythm.

“Ah! Hhh—”

Her sanity crumbled. Jisoo could no longer fight it; she gave herself over to his rough, unrelenting pace.

“Nngh, haa… mmph—!”

When his teeth grazed her ear and his c0ck scraped against the deepest spot inside her, she couldn’t even breathe. Muffled moans escaped in ragged bursts, impossible to suppress.

“I’m going crazy,” he muttered, his voice trembling with both lust and something more tender.

The rawness in his tone made her chest ache even as her belly burned hotter.

“Shin Jisoo… I’m going crazy because I want you so much.”

His whispered confession contrasted with the force of his body slamming into hers, filling her deeper and deeper. Each withdrawal, each driving thrust, sent her to the brink of exploding.

“I want you.”

Groaning the words, Juwon gripped her thighs and plunged into her with punishing intensity. The sensation shot through her body, white-hot and overwhelming. Her instincts screamed for more, and she spread her legs wider to take him in fully.

“I want you so badly.”

His voice dripped honey against her ear, but the c0ck ravaging her inside was anything but gentle. Her abdomen tightened; her thighs trembled uncontrollably. Chest heaving, she pawed at him as though to push him away, but he held firm, refusing to yield. Her hands went slack, powerless against his strength.

“Juwon… ahh, Juwon…!”
“Ah, Jisoo…”

His voice, thick and sticky like molten heat, poured love confessions straight into her ears while his thrusts quickened beyond control. Her body writhed as the unbearable pleasure built until—

“Aaahhh!”

A sharp climax ripped through her, an explosion that swallowed her whole. The bliss crashed over her like a tidal wave, scattering through her nerves to the very tips of her body. She felt herself pulled into an endless abyss of pleasure. Still trembling in the lingering haze, she wrapped her arms tight around Juwon’s neck.

***

The perfect balance is born from deliberate asymmetry. Subtle, graceful movements. The artworkresponded to even the faintest breeze, swaying elegantly.

This one’s new.

Jisoo’s eyes lingered on the mobile hanging from the living room ceiling. Almost without thinking, she reached up.

“Alexander Calder. Right?”

She tapped it lightly with her finger, her voice rising slightly. But no answer came. Turning her head, she glanced toward the kitchen.

Chae Juwon was busy preparing a late-night meal. The oven released a buttery aroma, the frying pan hissed with a savory sizzle, and the chopping board sang with crisp thuds of his knife.

“Calder? Yes, you’re right.”

He answered belatedly while still moving around.

“Jisoo, the food’s ready. Come sit.”

Placing the last dish on the table, he wiped his hands with a dry towel and jerked his chin toward the dining area. Smiling faintly, Jisoo left the mobile behind and walked over.

“You already finished all this? Wow… But isn’t this too much for just the two of us?”

Her eyes widened as she sat down.

When he’d said he would show off his cooking skills, she hadn’t expected this.

A colorful platter of roasted vegetables, zucchini, asparagus, and eggplant, paired with dipping sauces. A seafood spread of squid and shrimp arranged like an art piece, rivaling any high-end bar. A charcuterie board with salami, prosciutto, cheeses, and olives, served alongside fresh bread. For a simple dinner, it was almost excessive.

“This looks amazing.”

She couldn’t help taking out her phone to snap a picture. Juwon chuckled, uncorking the wine.

“I told you I can cook. I even made the sauces from scratch.”

He shrugged proudly, handing her a glass. Clicking her tongue in mock reproach, she accepted it with a grin. The elegant tableware and his meticulous plating spoke of unusual care. It wasn’t something most men bothered with, he had an artistic eye.

“I didn’t expect you to be this serious about it. When did you learn to cook?”

“Living alone. Survival skills.” He grinned and lifted his glass. “Anyway, cheers.”

Their eyes met as their glasses clinked. Jisoo sipped. The wine was fragrant, lightly bitter, not overly sweet, it’s refreshing.

“Mmm, delicious. But… what sauce is this?”

“That’s aioli. And this one is bagna càuda.”

“Bagna… what?”

Spearing a piece of roasted vegetable, she tilted her head. Juwon set his glass down to explain.

“Anchovies, garlic, olive oil, butter. It’s good with bread or vegetables. Raw veggies work best, but try this.”

He’d considered her taste for cooked vegetables, broccoli, carrots, cauliflower roasted golden-brown. She dipped a piece into the sauce, took a bite, and her eyes went wide.

“…This is amazing!”

“Yeah? You like it?”

When she nodded eagerly, he chuckled, eyes soft with pride.

“Try it with focaccia too.”

He tore a piece for her, handed it over. She dipped it and tasted. The depth of flavor went beyond the usual balsamic-oil dip.

“This is so good.”

Her sincerity made him smile, dimples deepening.

“Eat as much as you want. I’ll cook for you often.”

Watching her with quiet satisfaction, Juwon began his own meal, savoring chewy squid. Jisoo gestured toward the living room.

“Juwon, did you buy that piece recently?”

“Not too recently. I won it at auction a while back, just arrived. Do you like kinetic art?”

She nodded.

“Yes. Though not all of it. I especially like Calder.”

“Why?”

Lifting his brows, he asked with curiosity. Jisoo smiled softly.

“Well… you know how mobiles are. Not perfectly symmetrical, always shifting, always changing. But in the end, they find balance, harmony. I like that. What about you?”

“Hmm.”

He frowned slightly, chewing, then set his fork down. Folding his arms, he tilted his head.

“Not as poetic as your reason. For me… they just make me feel at ease.”

His simple reply made Jisoo laugh.

“That’s exactly it. I just dressed it up in words, but really, that’s what I feel too.”

As she smiled at him, she dabbed her lips with a napkin. A trace of sauce remained at the corner, and Juwon’s gaze caught it.

“Wait.”

He reached out, fingertips brushing lightly against her lip. A fleeting touch, but Jisoo’s body stiffened. They’d already made love more than once, yet even such a small contact pulled the tension taut between them again.