The Traps of the Black Swan

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[Warning: 18+ content SKIP IF UNCOMFORTABLE!] (Chaesoo)

Jisoo slightly got irritated. It wasn't like he was obliged to follow her requirements. She was a nobody who was looking for fun for the night.

Anyway, being a gentleman and considerate towards the woman, he pushed himself up to listen to her. If she says she can't sleep with him now, he will not mind throwing her out without offering any help even if she needed it.

Chaeyoung blurted out hurriedly, panic written all over her face, "Do you have protection? I didn't bring one, and I don't like to take birth control pills."

Chaeyoung had the habit of carrying one or two in her wallet, she was afraid of STDs, and some men don't keep a condom and leave her hanging at the peak.

That's even more frustrating than having the stress of reading and understanding the thousands of pages of medical science books.

Jisoo: "..."

He was double sure she wasn't somebody who wanted to con him or force him to marry her like many women of the Mocon.

Even though it was a turn-off to think and talk about the condom in the middle of heated make-out, Jisoo catered to her panic.

Chaeyoung saw him coolheaded without making any faces but gasped when his striking face closed upon her.

'Is he ignoring my question?' Her eyes widened at him but swallowed hard when his bulge pressed between her thighs.

Jisoo watched her eyes as her chest heaved up and down against his chest. He had no plan to frighten her, but the thing she asked was under the couch.

He inserted his hand in a secret slot of the couch and pulled a pretty long strip of packets. He saw the lady's lips arc up as her eyes counted the packs leaving the panic.

Before she could complete the count, he pulled her off the couch as he said in a deep voice which was filled with desire and also a hint of frost, "You lost the chance."

Chaeyoung's back stiffened slightly before discerning the meaning behind his words. He won't pleasure her anymore, so she chose to be one.

Standing on her heels in just maroon-colored sexy lace lingerie with her disheveled honey-brown hair, Chaeyoung looked too hot in her unruffled emotions.

Jisoo couldn't help but let his eyes go down her gorgeous face. She had the plump well-proportioned bosoms for her slender figure with her nipple poking hard to the lace.

He gulped, looking at the glaring red mark he had left on her soft mound, itching his hands to caress them. The curve of her waist had faint red marks where he had dug his fingers revealing how smooth her skin was

Further down, the lace was waiting for him to get rid of it as he remembered she was already wet.

However, even though Chaeyoung had the body to be treasured, Jisoo had seen many such beauties. So his eyes landed back on her face as quickly as he brushed his eyes down.

"Sure?" Chaeyoung teased, taking steps closer as her hand reached for the buckle of his belt above the noticeable massive bulge in his pants.

Jisoo was unsure if it was her fingers on his bare skin or her eyes staring back to his while she was unbuckling his belt; he suddenly felt too heated and itched to take over the seductive beauty.

Chaeyoung quickly unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down to his knees without averting her irresistible gaze away from him.

She loved how this man had control over him instead of eating her like he never had food or f*cked in a dirty place and leave her in the middle of nowhere.