pied piper

36 | Are You A Virgin?

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OK what have you done, Y/n?

My eyes timidly stayed on the hair dryer that had stopped working midway, only drying half of my hair with half still dripping wet.

Did I just break a brand-new, very expensive hair dryer doing nothing but drying my hair?

Keeping it back in place as to how it was, I pretended to never have seen it and quickly got out of the washroom in two separate towels, feeling calmer and warmer than ever. The water was just the perfect temperature, somehow even feeling soft and tender, everything smelling of Mr. Jeon, soothing my nerves from elation and comfort.

His bedroom looked different but a good different, a cozy gray, my heart swelling with pride as my gaze fell over all the furniture that I had helped him choose and buy- would he think of me sleeping on this bed? Think of me as he would get ready in front of the vanity table every morning?

I chuckled at how incredibly and crazily whipped I had gotten in just a couple of months. No matter how attractive and seducing he was, I should never forget to keep my sanity to myself. Should never forget that bright and attractive things are the ones that are the most deadly and dangerous.

My eyebrows rose dramatically at the thought, miscellaneous viewpoints colliding in my head but before it could get any worse, I quickly dismissed them all and decided to focus on what was before me, laid on my plate- the present.

I walked forward toward the bed only to find a sweatshirt and its lower placed neatly on the edge of the bed, properly folded and looking neat even from a distance. I picked up the cloth but felt the incredibly soft fabric of the splash-designed purple sweatshirt, looking so big and snug as I excitedly put it on, its edges reaching just above my knees.

What else do I expect from a 6'2 feet man?

The sweet scent of his fabric softener made my heart tremble blissfully, my fingers gliding over the velvety softness of the sweatshirt. I then glanced at the trousers that came along with it... they would definitely surpass my ankle or even more.

Turning my attention to the full-length mirror, I tugged the sweatshirt down, thrusting my hands inside the equally large pockets, thinking of getting out just like that. I twirled my damp hair once again, smiling to myself in the mirror before turning around and actually making my way outside of the bedroom just like that.

Everything was so much better and more delightful and my whole system collectively celebrated and hoped that Mr. Jeon would feel the same about everything.

My throat ran dry when I quietly slipped out of the room but entered the living room, my eyes lingering around but positioning on the man who was standing in the kitchen, his back facing me as the mouth-watering aroma of the stew was already wafting in the refreshing air.

I gulped down, my eyes sinfully trailing from the fit black t-shirt that hugged his tough body, the fabric obscenely stretching around his broad shoulders, excess of the tautness of his biceps spilling out from the short sleeves of his t-shirt.

Taking slow, sneaky steps behind him and trying not to rake my eyes over his thick ass in the progress, I tiptoed behind him, even slowing down my breathing as I lifted both my hands up but wrapped them around his torso, feeling the strong muscles tense underneath my fingertips. Mr. Jeon didn't do as much as flinch or gasp, as if he had learned of my presence already. It seemed as if it was a day-to-day activity for Mr. Jeon as he remained calm and concentrated on cooking.

I licked my lips, my eyes flashing with a mischievous glint as I once again lifted myself off on my toe tips but pressed my lips on the exposed milky skin of his thick neck. I grinned with satisfaction once noticing the slight shudder the man attempted to conceal just as soon my lips attached to his warm skin.