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"Want more?"
Hyuna reacted quickly, smiled, and passed the cigarette into his mouth like the drink she'd taken yesterday.
………………
As the bitter, unpleasant smoke passed through him, Luka recalled last night's kiss, direct and unstructured, his mouth filled with alcohol.
Was it whiskey? Beer? Or perhaps tequila mixed with some unknown sweetened water? Could Luka, a novice alcoholic who'd been down with every drink, tell the difference? Forget it, let the professionals take over.
Even when half-drunk, Hyuna's mind remained clear. For example, she kept plucking new alcoholic concoctions from the waiter's tray, accurately naming each one at a glance.
"What do you want, a Cuba Libre or a Tequila?" Hyuna's breath brushed against Luka's cheek, a faint blush visible only to him.
Luka smacked his lips, the bitter taste of the lecher who'd forced his hand into his mouth still lingering on his tongue. It was still a taste he disliked.
"You don't want any? Then it's all mine."
She gulped down the small lemon-garnished shot glass, then downed a larger glass of something resembling Luka's morning Americano.
After finishing it quickly, a look of satisfaction crossed her gray-blue eyes, a stark contrast to her on stage. That look was like a cheetah catching its prey, and Luka, in turn, must have been a cheetah's most satisfied prey.
Being forcibly kissed was definitely something that would set off Luka's alarm bells.Also, being forced to swallow a mixture of saliva and alcohol was a recipe triggered Luka’s will to suicide.
Perhaps the alcohol was too potent, and his mind felt like it had been assaulted during the kiss, sending his rationality and principles flying.
"Oh my goodness, Hyuna, don't push your new employee like that." Jacob spoke smoothly and with a voice that sounded like a professional who had handled countless incidents.
"You're Luka, right? Don't mind her. She was just too happy today, so she drank too much..."
"I wasn't drunk, was I? And did I force him?" Hyuna, having fetched another glass of wine from nowhere, refused to let go even as she pointed at Jacob.
Clearly dissatisfied with Jacob's interpretation, she questioned him before turning to look at Luka, who was held in her arms.
"Do you feel like you were forced?"
Luka stared at the wet corners of her lips, curious if it was his own fluids from the kiss, or the Cuba Libre or tequila he'd just had.
"No," he replied, seemed like he was unbelievably drunk too .
Jacob, of course, ignored the two drunken adults and simply reminded the nearby clerk to remember to open the second-floor door.
Before leaving, he glanced back at Hyuna, who was trying to get Luka drunk again, and smiled knowingly.
"They'll definitely be staying tonight. We'll be done soon, so you might as well close early."
Hyuna wasn't a pushy person, and today was just a strange day for her to act so out of range.
Perhaps life has those unusual days, when things you once scoffed at, or swore you'd never do, are finally allowed to happen.
She was drunk, and anyone who had been with her for a while could tell immediately.
Normally, she decided not to pressure others into making choices. At most, she would offer subtle guidance veiled in joking. Although she always got the answers she wanted, it was always voluntary.
"I've had so much to drink, why don't you have a drink too?" Hyuna pushed two glasses of golden liquid towards Luka.
"Just one, and we'll be gone after that!"
"What if I say no?" Luka said his answer frankly, his words so direct that he realized only too late that they seemed a bit rude.
But you were the first to be rude, Luka muttered.
"Oh, you don't like drinking, do you?"
"I hate drinking. It's disgusting."
"Wow, hold on, that’s too straight! So Why do you hate alcohol?"
"Drinking makes your body smell bad, and so does your mouth. It makes your mind blurry, and drinking actually harms your liver..."
"So do I smell bad too? I just drank, too."
"...I don't smell..."
Before Luka could finish, Hyuna made a move.
Her coat had long been discarded in a corner of the bar, so Luka watched helplessly as her exposed collarbone drew closer.
The faint scent of alcohol followed, tinged with a bitter, slightly smoky aroma—it was cigarette smoke. Luka had a keen nose, as he often disdained that odor among his male colleagues.
"How's it? Does it smell bad?" Hyuna was clearly teasing this pretty but somewhat reserved man, but he didn't notice immediately.
Luka, too lazy to lie, answered bluntly that he did.
Hyuna immediately stood up politely and explained, "Since you don't like it, then I should stay away from you?" But she was also a bit cunning.
This sentence, which should have been a statement with a hint of apology, became a question under the influence of alcohol and tobacco, and Luka was once again being asked.
"...No need." Luka stared directly at the woman before him.
She was clearly a playgirl and a bit frivolous. Combined with her overly aggressive body language and blunt language, and the pungent smell of alcohol and cigarettes, this person seemed to be a combination of everything he disliked, yet he couldn't resist her.
To the drunkard, Luka stared at him blankly, not like a predator seeing prey, but like a kitten lost for its home.
What should be done with the kitten? Hyuna had never owned a cat before, but several of Isaac's cats had all experienced this human's attacks. Being held and cuddled was only the most basic thing. Hyuna would never be satisfied with that. She would often kiss the kittens' faces and bellies without hesitation, disregarding their owner's wishes and even their meows begged for mercy.
"Why did you kiss me?"
After being kissed twice more by the drunken man, Luka finally asked.
“You are my type," Hyuna answered sincerely, her words clear and articulate, unlike someone half-drunk.
“ Emm, Your words might be too formal, but they don't look out of place with your silly glasses. I like them."
"So, do you want to continue with round two?”Hyuna smiled and asked.
Hyuna's so-called round two involved a swagger up the bar's hidden staircase, through the second-floor storage room crammed with bottles, and then around a large refrigerator before reaching the third floor.
Luka could barely see the path by then; all he could remember was that it was covered in colorful sticky notes and photos of all sizes.
The bar seemed to be still lingering, the lingering music permeating his eardrums through every available source.
"Took me inside and then she rocked me, and she kept me up all night."
The lyrics came through intermittently, their meaning no longer important.
In the dim light, he couldn't help but cling to the person holding his hand in front of him—all because of that last drink. He hadn't known the alcohol content or origin of the bottle, so he'd recklessly "tricked" him into finishing it. Calling it “trickery” was a bit of an exaggeration, after all, Hyuna wasn't saying much in the way of banter. She simply pressed the glass of soju against Luka's lips, the acrid liquid flowing from his open lips onto his tongue. Without stopping, he swallowed it.
"Do you like it?"
Luka shook his head.
Hyuna chuckled. "I didn't say anything about the drink."
He passed the remaining liquid back into her mouth.
And that was his answer.
In between kisses, the collar of Luka's wrinkled shirt was ripped open, and just as his scorching heat was relieved, he was pressed against scorching flesh again.
Hyuna wasn't exactly those kind of impatient person. To her subordinates and colleagues, she was always impulsive, but never rushed, and always managed things in an orderly manner—though, of course, you couldn't expect patience during a sudden sexual encounter.
Between kisses, she used her free hand to neatly pull off her tank top, while her other hand busied herself unzipping Luka's washed-out jeans.
Luka, under the influence of alcohol, licked Hyuna's lips. It wasn't a kiss. He had no interest in the short videos of human mating that popped up online, let alone those tender, sensual soap operas. His first half of life had indeed been a bit boring, so much so that now he could only nuzzle against soft, warm places like a poor newborn kitten.
Opening her eyes, she realized her shirt was wide open, and Hyuna had no shame in being naked. Her hair had fallen, covering her left nipple, leaving her plump right breast and the tattoo on her collarbone exposed.
She took off Luka's bulky glasses, just as she had when they first met, and placed them next to the wine glass on the bed.
She pinched Luka's face, which was already flushed, and it felt hot.
"You're pretty."
"I know." Luka frowned slightly, seeming irritated by the words.
"Hahaha, do you really know that?" Hyuna laughed heartily.
Her fingers trailed down, to a neck so slender as if it could be broken with one hand, then down to a fragile collarbone, to fair skin tinged with a blush...
"Wow, it's pink!”
“Is it pink too?” She didn’t point out where she was asking at, but Luka understood immediately.
Hyuna seemed drunk, speaking without restraint, but she loved to joke. She pinched Luka's pink spot, earning a muffled groan of pain and a perverted, angry sigh.
Luka, who wasn't afraid of pain himself, shed two tears under the influence of alcohol. Hyuna quickly and politely caught them with her lips, and then, somehow, their lips met again.
They kissed for who knows how long, but she couldn't help but smile. Luka's eyes were half-closed from the kiss, and his long eyelashes brushed against Hyuna's eyelids with reluctance the moment Hyuna left, dazed and confused.
"Is this how you treat hentai?"
"That's how you treat people you just met."
For the first time, Luka learned of another of his hangover syndromes: his unnaturally rapid speech.
Hyuna said "Sorry, sorry" and leaned forward. Luka felt she was insincere.
He had no idea what he was facing.
"...Ah!"
Hyuna's fingers pulled the edge of his underwear down, exposing his erection to the air.
"Wow, it's really pink!" Hyuna's tone was playful, her breath deliberately blowing against Luka's trembling penis.
Because of the alcohol, Luka didn't have the strength to stop her, or perhaps he simply didn't want to stop what was happening next.
Luka first felt the wet tip of a tongue, but before he could react, a warm mouth enveloped him. He tried to pull away, but couldn't.
Hyuna's grip on his thighs was firm, so Luka's best attempt at a struggle was to cling to the sheets beneath him.
Sucking and licking were foreplay, but the contraction of the mouth and the sudden swallowing were the most thrilling, catching Luka off guard.
Hyuna didn't find sucking another man's penis particularly "comfortable," but the trembling and the gulp hidden in her throat were intriguing. She strangely enjoyed Luka's reaction, even though it was a new discovery for her.
Hyuna couldn't give up teasing him, so she released Luka's engorged penis from her mouth and looked down at him.
She lifted her hair, smiled, and raised an eyebrow, asking if he wanted to continue.
Luka, usually the quickest to say no, hesitated for a moment, but Hyuna had no intention of hearing his answer.
She pushed Luka down onto the bed, then slid her hand over his scrotum. With a slight pressure, Luka surrendered with a moan of pain and endurance, his liquid dripping into Hyuna's palm.
Before Luka could fully recover, Hyuna, now even without the overalls, straddled him. Her strong thighs pinned Luka's shoulders and head to the wrinkled sheets. The room was lit only by a warm yellow nightlight, so Luka could only see Hyuna's plump breasts and her genitals, which were so close to him.
"Okay, babe, I've done so much for you. It's not too much to ask you to serve me for a while, right?"
Hyuna blinked at Luka. Her grey-blue eyes were the clearest memory Luka had of the entire night.
Without hesitation, Hyuna placed her labia against Luka's soft lips and patiently instructed Luka how to lick them.
Bending down, Hyuna saw Luka's half-lidded eyes, and his hand unconsciously pinched her thighs when she sat on his face. For some reason, Hyuna felt like now was a good time to drink.
The pleasure was building, the adrenaline was pumping, and there was this beautiful boy she'd driven to tears.
How blissful. Hyuna completely forgot she was having sex with someone she'd just met, completely immersed in this one-night stand.
"Mmm...mm..."
Luka's nose nuzzled Hyuna's clit. He was a little breathless, but his mouth was already covered by Hyuna's labia. His tongue had no choice but to part the thick labia to find the narrow vaginal opening. He could only shake his head slightly, hoping the person beneath him would give him some breathing space.
"Fuck...you're quite good at it, huh?" Hyuna's voice trembled with pleasure, unaware that the person beneath her was actually asking for help.
When he couldn't breathe, Luka's vision flashed with white light. He didn't know if he was near death, or if he was “suffering” something he'd never experienced before.
He sucked on Hyuna's clit like a sip of wine, and Hyuna's body reacted immediately. She clutched Luka's hair fiercely, her legs unconsciously clenching together. Luka felt like he was suffocating. His hands subconsciously pinched Hyuna's thighs, but this only added to the tickling pain of Hyuna's orgasm.
But did Luka really hate this? At least not in the eyes of Hyuna, who had just recovered from a hearty orgasm——Because he had ejaculated again, and in the moment of breathlessness, his penis gave the most direct feedback.
"Oh my god, look who's the real pervert."
“..."
Luka's face, especially the lower half, was smeared with sticky fluids. He hadn't yet recovered from the moment of death and climax. His eyes were slightly bulging, and his face was flushed with sexual pleasure. Hyuna fetched whiskey from somewhere and guzzled it down her throat before giving Luka "rescue resuscitation."
The liquor and saliva poured into Luka's mouth, causing him to open his mouth uncontrollably from the spiciness, but Hyuna's tongue still pushed a lot of alcohol down his throat.
"No more..."
Luka spoke with his last bit of sanity as Hyuna drank and rested. Hyuna smiled, then tugged on his collar, and they collapsed onto the bed together. Luka, exhausted, practically fell on Hyuna.
His shirt, which Hyuna had excused herself to "take off and wipe your face," had disappeared, and their skin pressed tightly together. Both of them felt hot and aching, not to mention their recently aroused genitals.
His penis pressed against the wet entrance, and he felt his erection surge again. He thought, “This is so strange, this shouldn't be like this.”
Luka wasn't one to cry often, but he shed many tears in front of this woman he'd just met for the first time, and she was also his colleague, his Boss.
"Do you like me?" he asked persistently, as if he was determined to maintain his virginity unless she gave him a name.
Hyuna cupped his face in her hands, examining it closely: the slightly trembling golden eyelashes, the reddened eyelids, the swollen pink lips. She smiled, honestly.
"I like you very much, Luka."
Their intercourse went smoothly. Hyuna had unearthed two brand new condoms from the bedside. Though Luka's movements were clumsy and inexperienced, he was incredibly obedient.
He would remember any moment that made Hyuna grit her teeth in excitement—and he had to, because the corresponding moment was when his penis was engulfed by the contracting walls of the vagina, and he was practically speechless with pleasure.
Luka remembered the spot where his nose had touched earlier and felt for it. Hyuna responded immediately, her full breasts trembling slightly, her eyes filled with surprise.
"Hey, stop... Fuck... you nuts..."
Luka finally found a spot where he could gain the upper hand, and how could he let it go? He gently rubbed it, his hips moving without stopping. He imitated Hyuna's earlier mischief, rubbing her clitoris, but not constantly. He feigned ignorance, occasionally sliding his cold fingertips against Hyuna's pubic mound.
Hyuna clearly knew he was seeking revenge, but she didn't stop him, because it was truly pleasurable. At the last moment, Luka pulled out his penis and, under Hyuna's astonished gaze, leaned in to suck and tease Hyuna's sensitive spot with his tongue.
"Fuck... the hell?…"
She couldn't finish her dirty words as clear fluid continued to ooze from her vagina, spraying onto Luka's face. He didn't shy away, obediently catching most of it with his face.
Hyuna gasped for air, but she had to admit that her one-night stand partner was incredibly compatible in bed.
"Let's do it again?" Hyuna asked with a smile.
“……sure" Luka responded instinctively, letting Hyuna push him onto the bed.
Hyuna slowly sat on his penis, not entering, but deliberately rubbing her labia against it. Luka's eyes streamed with excitement.
He clutched Hyuna's arms, which were supporting him, and begged, "Can't you just let me in... It hurts."
“ You wanna get in? Just beg me harder~"
"Please, Hyuna...please……Mmm!..."
Hyuna was a straightforward person, this is the consensus of everyone about her. This assessment could also be applied to sex, though the only one who could say so was Luka, whose penis was now engulfed.
Hyuna's waist strength, thanks to years of exercise, was far superior to that of a sedentary programmer. She flexed her body back and forth, then discovered something new.
“ You don’t have pubes?" Her fingertips traced the connection between Luka and herself. It was smooth and white, with not a single hair visible.
"..." Luka refused to respond to the teasing, angrily reaching out to pinch Hyuna's breast.
Hyuna's hand covered his own. “ Go harder, you're not truly a kitten, aren’t you?”
Luka, guided by Hyuna, squeezed harder, her brown skin spilling out between his fingers. He half-raised himself and took the nipple at the top with his mouth, biting it hard.
"Hiss— quite temperamental, huh?”
Hyuna grumbled in pain and sat down hard. Luka couldn't bear the stimulation and cried out in pain, falling into the crook of Hyuna's neck. Hyuna quickened her movements, and Luka moaned sweetly as she moved, then coquettishly begged for a kiss.
Hyuna wrapped her arms around his neck, her tongue digging in, just like their first, passionate kiss, right after they'd come off the stage.
They both climaxed, their bodies tightly connected, skin to skin, as if they wanted to melt into each other.
They did it twice, drank too much, but the first one to pass out was the well-fed bar owner. Luka stared at his closed eyes for a long moment before falling asleep.
"We're dating now, right?" Luka whispered.
"Hmm..." Hyuna, still half asleep, opened her eyes slightly and glanced at Luka, who was lying on her arm. "Sure."
Unfortunately, Hyuna forgot her promise the next day. But fortunately, the man she slept with wasn't someone she could just let go of. He clung to her like a piece of taffy.
What a happy misunderstanding!