If This Isn't Love

51: MARCH 2019 - Guilt and Lust

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Later that evening, Seokjin lay on his bed, his mind filled with guilt and regret. Although he had not had intercourse with Youngsoon, they had indulged in some sexual activity. She had been insistent yet docile and sweet. It was evident that she wanted to please him. She urged him on, but it wasn't until she admitted that she was a virgin, that he recovered enough to stop himself. He couldn't believe he'd engaged in this lunacy.

He convinced her that she had to maintain her virginity, and she had seemed satisfied with what they'd done up to that point.

She told him it was better than she imagined and wished they could do it again.

He very quickly got her dressed and out of his house. Yet, his guilt didn't keep him from feeling immense sexual frustration. He knew that he didn't want Youngsoon. He was missing Luisa terribly.

He thought a quick shower would dampen his lust, but when he picked up his phone to dial her, another idea came into his mind. He switched to calling her for a video chat.

"So, when are you coming back?" Luisa asked, holding the phone closer. She was sure she had misheard.

"I will be back in two weeks," he repeated, his eyes feasting on her image over the video call.

She sighed. "You said that two weeks ago. Is something wrong? Is there something you're not telling me? Is everything okay?"

"Sweetheart, I already told you that everything's okay. I just need to take care of a few things here," he replied.

"But...but you should be taking care of me," she whined.

"Baby, when I get back I will be taking such good care of you that you won't ever have cause to complain," he said, his voice a husky growl. His body was shaking with his need.

"I didn't mean only that, you weirdo. But...I do miss you...in bed."

He licked his lips. "Well, I will definitely take care of that. I once heard that a woman well satisfied sexually will never complain about anything. I'd like to put it to the test. I don't want my baby to whine."

Luisa scoffed. "You think I'm whining because I need you for sex? You sure are full of yourself."

"Can you picture yourself full of me? So full of me you can't breathe?" His voice had dropped down an octave, and his body felt warm. "I miss you, Lu. I miss you so much. Can I show you how much I miss you?"

"Show me?"

He took a deep calming breath. "May I speak freely and openly?"

"Of...course."

"I miss my hands on your soft, full breasts, the way your nipples perk up the minute I touch them. I miss your mouth on my body," he said, his voice a raspy croak. "I miss my fingers inside you."

"Jin," she whispered. "What...if someone hears you?"

"Baby, let me finish. I miss the way you close your beautiful eyes and moan when I slip my fingers in and out of your warm wetness." He felt his member twitch with the image he was painting.

After a second's pause, he continued: "I want you to close your eyes and put your hand down your panties. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?"

"What? Are you serious?"

He cringed at the outrage in her voice. "Baby," he said soothingly. "Please just hear me out. It's not a bad thing—"

"Not a bad thing?" her voice went higher. "Why are you asking me to do this? I don't understand."