Joon-ho's patience snapped, and he pulled Mirae into a deep, demanding kiss. She melted against him, her mouth opening willingly, her tongue tangling with his in an immediate, hungry exploration. There was no buildup, no gradual testing of the waters—just pure, unfiltered desire from the moment their lips met.
His hands roamed her body with practiced confidence, discovering what lay beneath the costume. The top might have been designed to showcase her breasts, but there was nothing underneath it—no bra, no barrier between his touch and her skin. His palms cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, which hardened instantly at his attention.
"I noticed you decided to forego underwear." Joon-ho murmured against her lips, his hand sliding down to her waist, then lower to the short skirt. "That was thoughtful of you."
