Chapter 121 – Who Could It Be? (19)

Pants and moans echoed in the shower as she finally became one with him.
The feeling coursing through her as they made love was so pleasant, to the point that she was losing her mind.
She’d never felt such a sensation until today.

Perhaps it was because they were in a new environment.
The thrill and excitement of becoming one with him in a foreign country, with the exotic sky, air, and scenery surrounding them, was equivalent to being on the world’s most dangerous roller coaster.

After they were done, Muyeol washed her body from head to toe.
Yiyoung just stood there, holding his waist as support; she couldn’t feel her legs anymore.
Muyeol lifted her again and walked to the bedroom.

“Are you going to be okay?” Muyeol asked as he sat her on the bed.

“Huh?” Yiyoung didn’t understand what he meant.

So he began touching her body.
When she finally understood the meaning behind his words, she chose to respond with an action, stretching her legs and hooking them around his waist.
And the two lost themselves in the throes of passion once more.

After they were done, Yiyoung collapsed on the bed.
“Please pinch me.
I think I’m in heaven.”

“Heaven?” asked Muyeol, “So you’ve already judged that you’ve done many good things in life, huh?”

“Of course! Is there anyone else who’s as kind as me?”

“Do you want to drink water?” Muyeol asked.

“No.
I want to rest a bit first.”

Muyeol chuckled, opening the fridge to check its contents.
He found something that would make Yiyoung fall asleep.
He mixed some alcohol in a glass of cold sprite and gave it to her.

“What is it?” she asked, reaching out with one hand to take the glass.

“Just drink it.”

“Just drink it?” “

“Yeah.”

Yiyoung sat up on the bed.
“How can I trust you?”

“You’ve trusted me so far,” Muyeol pointed out.

“True.”

Yiyoung took a sip, causing her eyes to fly wide open.
“What is this? It tastes dangerous, but it’s good!”

“Yeah.
I mixed some alcohol in it.”

“Alcohol? I’ve never drunk anything like this before.” Yiyoung downed the glass quickly, perhaps taking a liking to it.
“I like it because it’s cold.
Give me another one!”

“If you drink one more glass, you’ll be able to sleep deeply until tomorrow,” Muyeol explained as he grabbed the glass from her.

“Yeah? Then nevermind.”

Muyeol put the glass away, and brought a cold wet towel to clean the remainder of their acts of lust.

Yiyoung welcomed his touch with giggles.
“Oh, I like it.”

He thoroughly wiped down her inner thighs, and then lied down next to her.

“Why is your body so good looking? Yiyoung put her hand on his chest with a smile.
“It’s making my heart flutter.”

Yiyoung was feeling tipsy now, but it was a good feeling.
She felt much more courageous compared to when they spent time in the bathtub.
She squeezed his chest muscles.
“It’s so hard… Do you think my chest will become like this if I work out?”

She rubbed her own body in a drunken daze and continued, “Would you not like it then?”

Yiyoung’s softer than silk skin pressed against his body.
His body instantly reacted to her touch.

Muyeol lowered his head and kissed her collarbone.
“Maybe.”

Yiyoung laced her hand through his head, then began to pet it.
“When I’m with you, I feel like I’m in a dream.
And it feels like I’ll open my eyes and wake up, and then, you would—”

Muyeol interrupted her with a kiss.
When she mentioned it feeling like a dream, he felt the same; it was too good to be true.
He wondered whether he was even qualified to dream of such a thing.
If there hadn’t been a turning point in Yiyoung’s life, then this moment of bliss they were in wouldn’t occur; their relationship would have forever remained parallel, never meeting like this.