First Time • Myoui Mina

FT 29

A woman with reddened cheeks and uneven breathing exited the bathroom.

It was as if Y/N's heart wouldn't stabilise as she thought about Mina's words, resonating in her head endlessly.

She was obviously trying to tell her that she was growing impatient and wanted to take their relationship a step further.

One week of waiting... that was what Mina had told her.

Y/N walks to her bed, sitting on its edge as she rubs her face to sober up from the previous events. She really needed to prepare herself mentally so she wouldn't have to reject her wife anymore.

Sighing, she realises she shouldn't even be refusing her like this in the first place. Her role was to act as Mina's wife based on their agreement.

The image of the Myoui's usual poker face being etched with an unwavering needy look in her eyes when she touched her was tattooed in her mind.

It felt familiar. It was the same look of the woman Y/N had spent the night with before.

At that thought, she couldn't help but feel uneasy if her guess was really correct.

According to the information Masao had told her, The Young Mistress has never been intimately entangled with another person before.

Therefore... she should still be untouched?

However, with the way Mina was touching her as if she knew all the right spots to lure her in and words to make her aroused couldn't escape her mind.

Just who was that woman she slept with?!

Groaning under her breath, she realises she was in a new puddle of confusion.

Her attention was taken away when she heard a familiar ringtone again.

Y/N swept a glance to Mina's phone, seeing the name 'Sehun' flash on its screen.

Recalling Momo's words from their phone call, she figured that this Sehun must be ringing her phone to inform her wife about his arrival tomorrow.

Y/N was about to stand up and hand the phone to her in the bathroom, but was stopped by the door already opening before her eyes.

Mina was in her usual sleep attire, briskly sauntering out of the bathroom with a snobby yet elegant expression.

Y/N's jaw subtly dropped as soon as the woman stepped out of the bathroom, all her worries clearing from her brain.

Mina was dressed simply in a black silk night robe, nothing underneath it except her luscious figure and long legs. It was quite short, dangerously revealing a little of her cleavage. Droplets of water could be seen as her hair was still damped, curled in natural big waves that caressed her beautiful face, and a light blush scattered on her cheeks.

The robe on her body was tied loosely. It seemed as if it wouldn't be held together much longer and her perfect physique would be exposed.

The woman was slim, but her revealing clothing traced her prominent curves wonderfully.

It was at this moment that Y/N could see just how well Mina's silk robe hugged her chest

Y/N was no saint and was shamelessly ogling over her wife's body.

She knew Mina had taken care of her own body very well, she just didn't know what really was underneath her clothing.