Yoon Seoyul had always been fixated on his chest, a relentless devotion that never waited for patience or bare skin. Even with fabric in the way, he tormented the tender buds beneath, mouth moving with single-minded intent as he latched on one after the other, drawing them in, worrying them without mercy. Cheon Areum arched instinctively, a breathless shudder ripping through him as his head fell back, his body twisting in helpless response.
"Enough… mm…!"
He reached down, fingers tangling in dark hair, trying to pull him away—but his strength dissolved into something flimsy, no more effective than a leaf caught in the wind. He had never been this undone by the attention, never this unbearably sensitive. It was Yoon Seoyul's doing—always was—who would fasten his mouth there at the most unexpected moments, making that area his most sensitive point.
