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His breath felt overly distinct against her underwear. A hot tongue licked over the fabric, and because of that very cloth, the sensation felt even more sensitive than direct stimulation.
“Ah...!”
When he took her clitoris fully into his mouth and sucked hard, covering her mouth was useless. Even though Seok-hyun's face was completely hidden by the skirt, she could feel that he was smiling.
Because Seok-hyun pulled her legs further back, Hee-jin had to struggle to keep from falling off the piano. As she could no longer cover her mouth while gripping the piano, he pushed her underwear aside and began to lick her in earnest.
Hee-jin's private area was already slightly damp. Perhaps it was because of the secret hand massage. In truth, Seok-hyun's penis had been erect since then. The expression on Hee-jin's face while receiving the massage had been unbearably stimulating.
Especially when he pressed in circular motions with his knuckles, Hee-jin would let out silent gasps, her eyes trembling slightly. The way she let out hot breaths through her slightly parted lips looked so erotic. It had been incredibly difficult to resist the urge to kiss her right then and there.
Sucking on the clear, sweet fluids, Seok-hyun pulled down his trousers. He pulled out his aching, erect penis and rubbed it. The meal he had prepared for Hee-jin was already completely forgotten.
“Here...?”
Hee-jin tried to stop him as his rough hands grabbed and pulled down her underwear. The thought of a piano worth hundreds of millions of won getting ruined snapped her back to her senses.
“You've still got some composure, huh? Worrying about the piano.”
“…….”
Hee-jin's face flushed at his amused words. Seok-hyun scooped up the flustered Hee-jin in his arms. In the unstable position where she felt she might fall, she reflexively clung to him tightly, while Seok-hyun aligned their genitals. Startled by the penis searching for her vaginal opening as it spread her open, Hee-jin struggled.
“Be still. I'll fuck you quickly.”
“What on earth...!”
“You were wet since I massaged your hands, weren't you? I could smell it.”
“No... Ngh!”
Hee-jin tried to deny the absurd claim, but her body stiffened as the penis entered her. Seok-hyun gripped and shook her buttocks as if pinching them, telling her not to tense up. Since she was inserted while being held by him, the deeper her body sagged, the deeper the penis entered.
“Haa, ah! Ah!”
Every time Seok-hyun held her with his firm arms and shook her up and down, Hee-jin felt like she was going crazy. The presence of the thick penis piercing her body was substantial, but the very act of clinging to Go Seok-hyun to avoid falling felt remarkably similar to her current situation in life. The pleasure gained from taking such a risk was intense enough to burn out her brain.
As her strength to hold on weakened, the penis hammered into deeper places. Seok-hyun, shaking his hips with immense strength as if he never tired of holding Hee-jin, looked like a predator that had successfully made a kill. When Hee-jin looked at him, Seok-hyun stuck out his tongue—telling her to kiss him herself.
Instead of kissing his lips, Hee-jin pressed her mouth against his neck, which she had wrapped her arms around. As she kissed his long neck, Seok-hyun shuddered briefly.
At that moment, the penis filling her body grew even larger. Feeling that heaviness, Hee-jin instinctively tightened her muscles, only to receive a slap on her buttocks. With a wet smack, her backside shook elastically.
“Hngh!”
Hee-jin couldn't believe she had been spanked. But what was even harder to believe was her body's reaction. Just as when her breasts were strongly stimulated, her insides became noticeably wetter.
“As I thought, Noona likes it rough, doesn't she?”
“What do you mean 'as you thought'... No, I don't...”
A flustered Hee-jin mumbled, but it was too quiet and indistinct for Seok-hyun to hear. Still holding Hee-jin, Seok-hyun headed toward the sofa. With every step he took, the penis thrust haphazardly inside her vagina. As if enjoying the way Hee-jin let out screams that sounded like moans, his pace was almost cheerful.
“Haa! Ah, ahh!”
Once he laid Hee-jin down and hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, the movement of the penis entering and exiting became clearly visible. When he rubbed her engorged clitoris with his thumb, Hee-jin shrieked and clawed at the sofa.
Bending over Hee-jin, who was overwhelmed and spilling fluids like a fountain, he pressed his lips against hers. He intended to devour all of her breaths and moans. Gasping for air, Hee-jin hit Seok-hyun's shoulder, feeling like she was dying. Even then, her vagina tightened around the penis frantically. He would pull his lips away slightly to let her catch her breath, then press them back together as he thrust his hips upward.
He loved how Hee-jin became a complete mess beneath him. In this moment, it felt as if all the thorns she wore had fallen away, revealing the inner flesh she had kept so hidden.
Though the urge to ejaculate had already reached its limit, Seok-hyun didn't stop because he loved that Yoo Hee-jin was accepting him like this. Suppressing even his instincts, he drove himself into her even more violently.
In the moment of a whirlwind climax that left her senseless, Hee-jin hugged Seok-hyun tightly. Only after she clung to him so hard that her back lifted off the surface did her expression soften slightly.
✾ ✾ ✾
“Attending the Geo Cultural Foundation's regular sponsorship event will be helpful.”
From the moment Seok-hyun mentioned he would personally sponsor Hee-jin, Chairman Go had been keeping an eye on his aptitude. If he learned the ropes starting from small tasks, it would be much more reassuring when the time came to entrust him with the foundation.
Seok-hyun had no interest in nurturing artists other than Yoo Hee-jin, but since acquiring the foundation meant the accompanying shares would follow, he had no reason to refuse.
“It's a regular event. A place to watch performances and meet people.”
When Seok-hyun suggested she accompany him, Hee-jin hesitated for a moment. She wondered if she, having been rejected for official sponsorship, was qualified to attend such an event. Although Seok-hyun had offered personal sponsorship, she couldn't easily let go of the inferiority complex stemming from being deemed unqualified.
“Would it be okay if I went with you?”
“If not you, Noona, then who should I go with?”
Those words pushed her forward. It was as if he were telling her to be confident because she had nothing to be ashamed of. Setting aside her personal feelings, it was a great opportunity to network with talented musicians representing Korea.
The sponsorship event was held at a multi-cultural complex centered on music opened by the Geo Cultural Foundation. It was a small venue with fewer than a hundred seats, but it boasted the best acoustic environment. It was widely praised for bringing out delicate tones and subtle expressions to match the foundation's collection of old violins.
“Violinist Jung Jin-hwa... Cellist Lee Seo-hyun, Pianist Lee Hae-sang. They're all so prominent...”
In front of the hall, the information for the performers of the day was displayed; all of them were young musicians whose names were frequently mentioned these days due to competition wins or solo recitals. Hee-jin stared blankly at their credentials.
“Do you still want to fit in here?”
Seok-hyun, who had been watching her from the side, tossed out the question. Understanding that he was asking if she still harbored regrets about not receiving official sponsorship, Hee-jin chose her words carefully. It would be a lie to say no.
“I like your sound the most, Noona. The color of the sound is different.”
While she was grateful for the high praise, Hee-jin didn't understand what he meant by the "color of the sound" being different, so she asked for an explanation with her eyes. However, Seok-hyun didn't answer, as if telling her to figure it out herself.
At the reception following the concert, Hee-jin was able to talk with many people. Not only the musicians who performed today, but also composers, critics, and even the editor-in-chief of a classical music magazine. Seeing people from various professions gathered to have in-depth conversations about classical music made her glad she had attended.
There was much to learn from people who had seriously dedicated their lives to music. She thought she had approached music seriously as well, but today, for some reason, a lingering feeling of unease remained in a corner of her heart. The words of one artist, who said that the concert hall is not the only stage, gave her something to think about.
“Let me introduce you. She's our youngest, and perhaps my Seonbae? This is Miss Lee Min-ji. She's so famous, you might already know her?”
When she encountered a young violinist of about fourteen years old, Hee-jin couldn't help but feel an insurmountable gap and realize her position once again.
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