They pulled into the small, dimly lit venieore where Nam Juho worked, the flickering neon sign buzzing faintly in the quiet night. The air smelled of asphalt and te-night fried food, a stra familiar fort. Ihe cool bst of air-ditioning greeted them as they walked past the shelves lined with instant noodles, cigarettes, and cheap liquor. Juho barely gnced up from his phone as they grabbed a few s of beer and paid, his usual disied nod serving as a silent farewell.

  The drive back eaceful, the streets mostly empty, save for the occasional car passing by. The city lights cast a soft glow through the windshield, and the hum of the engine filled the fortable sileween them.

  Back at the apartment, they settled on the couch, crag open their drinks. The first sip was crisp and refreshing, the alcohol a slow burn dowhroats. The versation was light—teasing, ughter, the kind of talk that didn’t require much thought.

  But after just one , Yeo Juyeon was already swaying, her head lolling against the couch. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes gssy as she blinked up at him zily.

  Travis sighed, setting his drink down with a soft k. “Lightweight,” he muttered, shaking his head as he stood. Without much effort, he scooped her up, carrying her with ease to her apartme door. Her body was warm against his, her soft breaths brushing against his neck.

  Inside, he gently pced her onto the bed, brushing stray strands of hair from her face. He turo leave, but before he could take a step, a small hand tched onto his wrist.

  He barely felt the pull—she wasn’t strong enough to actually drag him down. But he let her.

  With half-lidded eyes, she reached up, cupping his face with delicate fingers. Then, in a drunken haze, she leaned in and kissed him—brief, soft, and fleeting.

  And just as quickly, she passed out.

  Travis straightened, looking down at her with amusement. His lips curled into a smirk as he rubbed his thumb across his mouth, lingering on the sensation.

  ‘Tomorrow is certainly going to be a fun day,’ he thought, casting o g her before slipping out the door.

  Ba his oartment, he stripped off his shirt, tossing it carelessly onto the bed before reag for his phone. A new message lit up the s. He expected it to be Lee Ruri, but his brow lifted slightly when he saw the name instead.

  Ha Ye-Jung.

  His sugar mama.

  She wasn’t pleased. The message was short—demanding, almost. She’d been ignored all day, and she watention.

  He exhaled through his nose, debating for a moment before typing out a quick reply.

  Travis: e over.

  He sent his location without another word, already knowing she would e.

  And she did.

  A few mier, the soft click of heels echoed down the hallway before a knock rapped against his door.

  The sed he let her in, she pulled him into a deep, hungry kiss, her manicured nails dragging down his chest.

  The tensioed away as they fell into bed, hands roaming, lips g. It was fast, intense—like lovers who hadn’t seen each other in months, even though it had barely been a day.

  Tonight, he wouldn’t be thinking about anything else.

  ...

  The very m, Travis stirred awake to a sloarmth ed around his cock. The sensation pulsed through him, dragging him out of sleep with a pleasurable grogginess. His brows furrowed as his body caught up with the feeling, his breath hitg slightly when a tongue curled around his shaft.

  He pulled the sheets away, letting the m light spill onto the bed, and what he saw made his cock throb even harder.

  Ha Ye-Jung was between his legs, her lips stretched around his thick length, her head bobbing with a zy yet eager rhythm. Her long, dark hair cascaded over his thighs, tig his skin as she worked. Her deep brown eyes flicked up to meet his, glistening with a mischievous glint, and she let out a sultry hum, the vibrations shooting straight to his core.

  Travis smirked, enjoying the sight of her cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper, her warm saliva coating every inch of him. But as much as he wao enjoy the moment, his mind wandered elsewhere.

  He reached for his phone on the nightstand, unlog it with one hand while the other casually brushed through Ye-Jung’s silky hair. A notification sat at the top of his s, making his lips twit amusement.

  Lee Ruri: Good m.

  His work from the previous day had paid off. She’d texted him first. That aloold him he had her attention.

  ‘Well, how should I go about this?’ he thought, eyes sing her message.

  Truth be told, he wasn’t sure what Lee Ruri truly liked about the protagonist in the inal story. But sidering his different approach had already worked in his favor, there was no reason to ge strategies now. He’d tinue pying the role of the cool, attractive guy—the type she couldn’t resist.

  He typed out his response quickly.

  Travis: Who’s this?

  Across town, at work, Lee Ruri g her phone during a short break. Seeing his message, she blinked in surprise before a soft pink hue dusted her cheeks. She hadn’t expected him to reply so soon.

  Her fingers hovered over the s before she typed back.

  Lee Ruri: It’s the girl from the store yesterday.

  The moment her reply came through, Travis chuckled. She was quick. That was a good sign.

  Travis: Oh, I remember. So, what’s up? You at work now?

  Lee Ruri sat at her desk, twirling a peween her fingers as she typed back.

  Lee Ruri: Yes. What about you?

  Travis gnced down at Ha Ye-Jung, whose mouth was still stuffed full of his cock, her tongue gliding along his sensitive veins. The sight was almost enough to make him ugh out loud.

  Travis: Nothing much. You know, I couldn’t get you out of my mierday. I thought you’d ext me.

  Ruri bit her lip, rereading his words. She hesitated before responding, feeling a strange warmth in her chest.

  Lee Ruri: Sorry, I was very busy with work and all. But I saved your number when you gave it to me, if that makes you feel aer.

  She stared at her ow for a moment, then sed-guessed it. The w felt a little too eager.

  After a moment, she backspaced part of the message a a simpler version instead.

  Lee Ruri: Sorry, I was very busy with work and all. Didn’t have time.

  Travis smirked at the ge. He could tell she’d hesitated. It meant she was thinking about how she came across to him. That was a good sign—it meant she cared.

  Travis: It’s fine. So, when are we going to hang out? I’m curious ecial girl like you is w such a me job.

  Lee Ruri: It’s not a me job! I, for one, enjoy w there! ??

  He chuckled, shaking his head.

  Travis: ?? Didn’t mean to offend you. So, when you wanna hang?

  Lee Ruri tapped her nails against her desk, pting.

  Lee Ruri: How about at 5 when I clock out?

  Travis: Sounds great.

  With that settled, Travis put his phone back down, shifting his focus to the womaween his legs.

  His thoughts briefly drifted to the straionship between Ha Ye-Jung and Lee Ruri. Teically, they were mother and daughter, but even in the inal manhwa, there was no real resembweehey likely weren’t blood-reted, which expihe situations they ended up in.

  ‘Then again, these kinds of ses exist in most pornhwas these days. I’m starting to think Koreans aren’t much different from the Japa least Korean pornhwas don’t include high school students—except for Queen Bee, I guess…’

  His grip tightened slightly in Ha Ye-Jung’s hair, guiding her movements as he let out a pleased sigh.

  “Damn, you really don’t get tired, do you?” he murmured, watg her tongue glide along his length.

  She pulled back just enough to fsh him a teasing smirk, her lips glistening. “And why would I? You taste way too good.”

  His cock twitched at her words, and she giggled before taking him bato her mouth, w him with slow, deliberate strokes.

  Travis leaned back, arms resting behind his head as he prepared to enjoy the m properly.

  TO BE TINUED