dandelion

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Places like that reeked. Not of conventional bad smells like sewers, rot, or dampness, unfortunately. What reeked was the opulence. The dirty, foul hypocrisy of people who wandered around with plastic smiles and feigned interest, shaking hands with potential partners and looking down on the expendable ones.

The occasion demanded that you play along with their little game, but you weren’t going to give that den of demons the satisfaction. You didn’t need to feign friendliness, just as you didn’t need superficial friends. In fact, you didn’t even need to be there in the first place, but not attending would have been rude to the host who, incidentally, had invited you himself. Your presence there was purely protocol. The prelude to a multi-million dollar deal that would propel both your company and your partner’s to new heights. All you needed was patience, to greet people out of pure courtesy if necessary, and to keep a low profile, for wise men were those who knew when to remain unnoticed.

The chauffeur parked at the curb while you adjusted the sleeves of your overcoat, made of thick brown tweed. That night’s charity gala would be a private affair, and the surrounding area was cordoned off, so there wasn’t a trace of the press. A shame, since your outfit, a crucial element of the confidence you exuded that day, was worthy of at least a photo or two.

As you stepped out of the car, the Noh family estate loomed imposingly on the hillside, a series of pavilions of fine wood and stone that stretched horizontally, staggered on two levels separated by staircases. An honestly impressive work of traditional-contemporary engineering.

The dark, rough, and cold granite walls framed the central gate of the property, whose doors were wide open. Two guards stood watch on either side. One of them stopped you to confirm your identity, before allowing you to proceed to the staircase leading to the first pavilion.

Small rock gardens and trees flanked you as you climbed each step, illuminated by warm lights installed along the sides and complementing those of the rest of the house. You soon encountered guests once you reached the first pavilion, made up of two symmetrical wings that formed a semi-square.

The space, with its low ceiling and dark wooden beams, was full of service staff attending to the recently arrived guests who were milling about between the lobby and the staircase leading to the main structure. Many gave you curious glances, as you were no stranger in the business world. But despite their more than obvious desire to approach and flatter you, you walked past them, hands in your pockets, head held high. After climbing another set of stairs, leaving behind couples of guests who stopped at the landings to admire the views of Seoul, you arrived at the house itself: two low-ceilinged floors stacked one on top of the other. You crossed the threshold of the ground floor.

The grand foyer opened onto an expanse of dark basalt, polished to such an extent that it reflected the ambient lights, making them look like stars on a black lake. It was an open space that extended into both wings, supported by solid wooden columns that rose to a network of beams that held up the entire ceiling. The view stretched out in both directions. To the left was a kitchen and bar area, where employees were serving drinks and appetizers. While on the other side, where the crowd was denser, the wing extended into more dimly lit lounges, furnished with designer pieces.

All in all, it looked like a small palace on the mountains of Seoul. It was beautiful, yes, but ostentatious to the extreme. The Noh family, at least its main branch, consisted of only three people; they definitely didn’t need all that space. It was, quite simply, a way of saying, “ Hey! Look what I have and you don’t.”

And speaking of hypocritical and pretentious pigs…

As you made your way toward the center of the room, a man in his mid-forties detached himself from a small group of people upon noticing your presence. Mr. Noh approached you with measured, confident steps, attempting to project his authority over you, his suit as gray as the floor beneath your feet. He had black hair slicked back with gel, and a few gray hairs were already showing.

“Mr. Salvatore. I’m glad you’ve honored us with your presence,” the man said with a forced smile and heavily accented English, offering you a hand which you briefly shook. His gaze swept over you from head to toe, acknowledging how well you looked.

“It’s not in my nature to be ungrateful, so I could hardly miss this.” You returned the smile without showing your teeth, hands clasped in front of you. “You have a beautiful home.”

Mr. Noh nodded and looked proudly around.

“Built from the ground up to my wife’s and my specifications,” he said before fixing his gaze on you. He was taller than you, but not by much. “But don’t play the fool, Mr. Salvatore, you didn’t come here to flatter my house.”

“Certainly not,” you acknowledged.

“My partner assured me that your perspective on the investment is most… optimistic. I hope we can discuss the deal tonight.”

“Your partner is not mistaken. Would you mind waiting until the gala is over?”

“Not at all,” Mr. Noh shook his head. “However… did you come alone? Without a legal team or…?”

“Years of hard work have taught me to fend for myself, Mr. Noh. I consider myself quite capable of closing a deal on my own.”

Mr. Noh let out a laugh and patted you on the arm.

“Admirable, without a doubt,” he nodded. “But I strongly advise you not to get used to it; sooner or later, when the responsibilities overwhelm you, you’ll need to delegate a thing or two to less… important people.”

There it was. The tone with which he capped that last sentence was more than telling: this man considered himself superior to everyone present. Superior to you, even.

“I appreciate the advice, but I pray that day doesn’t come soon. I know how to take care of my own money.”

Mr. Noh nodded with a prolonged gesture, as if conceding the point.

“Naturally. You couldn’t have become the wealthiest vineyard owner in Italy without being a shrewd man, could you?”

You smiled. At least he understood who he was dealing with.

“Well, you’d be surprised how many dimwits make it to the top.”

You weren’t sure if he caught the jab or not, but his laugh was a nervous one.

“You’re a funny man, Mr. Salvatore. I’ll leave you now,” he said, taking a step back. “As you understand, I have other guests to attend to.”

“Naturally,” you gave a slight bow to respect his customs.

“Enjoy the gala, please. Make yourself comfortable and don’t get lost, okay?”

“You can count on it.”

You watched Mr. Noh walk away until he disappeared into a group of guests on the left. You were left alone for a moment, processing the fact that, to him, you were probably little more than a useful tool. You didn’t buy into all that fake hospitality bullshit, and frankly, you didn’t care; you hadn’t traveled halfway across the world to make friends. Much less friends like that scumbag.

What you did care about was enjoying your stay for as long as it lasted. You didn’t have many options for that, since wherever you went, you were going to encounter the same kind of people and the same kind of conversation. The best you could hope for was a good drink alone and hoping nobody approached you, so you headed towards the bar area.

As you might expect, the bar was completely open to the guests. You took one of the empty stools at the far right, resting your elbows on the polished mahogany surface. Behind you, you heard murmurs from people who, before you arrived, had been speaking in a perfectly audible tone of voice. You were almost certainly the subject of their conversation was you, but since you didn’t speak Korean, your suspicions would remain just that.

On the other hand, the bartenders probably didn’t speak English either, so you used gestures and simple words to order a Negroni. As you sipped it discreetly, a few people—investors, business owners, lenders—were brave enough to approach you and greet you politely, but the rest kept their distance or simply pretended you didn’t exist.

Which quickly led to you getting bored.

Korean culture was vastly different from Italian culture. Koreans were extremely formal and reserved. Conversations between them progressed cautiously, slowly. In the entire hour you sat there, you didn’t hear a single hint of familiar, friendly laughter, like you always heard in Florence. It was probably the closest you would ever get to being among robots programmed for optimal social interaction. No spontaneity. No free will. No camaraderie.

The only thing that could break the monotony was something impactful enough to capture the attention of all the guests at once. Something that, no matter how hard they tried, couldn’t be ignored. Something that would become the focus of livelier conversations. Conversations sparked by spontaneity.

Miraculously, that something seemed to have arrived.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed many of the guests leaving sentences unfinished. It wasn’t an abrupt silence, but everything seemed to quiet down even more than usual. Realizing the awkwardness of the moment, many resumed their conversations almost immediately, but none could stop staring at the same spot.

Curious, you placed your glass on the bar and stood up to take a look.

There, on the first flight of stairs leading to the upper floors, a patch of white, amongst the gray and black, shattered the previously established visual identity. The girl, with long, dark hair and delicate features, descended the steps slowly, scanning the room with a cold, unimpressed expression. Her short, strapless white satin dress, adorned with a bow at the neckline, hugged her slender figure and accentuated her beautiful porcelain skin.

From the way everyone was looking at her, you easily concluded that she was someone important. More so than anyone else present. Only one person besides Mr. Noh came to mind who fit that description.

That was, without a doubt, his only daughter and heir to his entire fortune, as the old man had no sons. Noh Yunah.

The girl exuded a fascinating aura. She was fully aware that all eyes were on her, but her impassive demeanor clearly demonstrated how much she loathed it. The caged animal syndrome, you called it. Noh Yunah didn’t want to be there. You’d even venture to say that, if it were up to her, she’d run back the way she came.

As she reached the last step, the circle closed around her. Three or four men approached to offer bows and introductions, with frankly pathetic and desperate gestures, but Yunah didn’t even bother to look them in the eye. She feigned a polite smile before it vanished completely.

Her audacity made you smile. And why not admit it? You were immediately attracted, for it was the first time that night you’d seen someone not acting like an NPC.

Mr. Noh was a man who went to extraordinary lengths to maintain appearances. What was the poor wretch thinking at that moment, seeing that his daughter wasn’t even bothering to hide the disgust she felt for everyone present? Thinking about how furious he must be was utterly delightful.

You kept your gaze fixed on her, analyzing every subtle movement of the beautiful girl, and didn’t look away when she began scanning the entire room, perhaps searching for an escape route. It was then that, amidst the mass of guests, her gaze met yours.

Yunah held it without blinking, slowly looked you up and down, without even trying to hide it, looked away and disappeared into the crowd.

Something clicked inside you almost immediately.

With your half-finished Negroni still on the bar, you stood up and set out to find her. The truth was, you didn’t have a concrete strategy, much less know what you were going to say to her, but the important thing was that all your boredom had vanished, replaced by a spark of curiosity too strong to ignore.

Making your way through the guests, you finally spotted her again. Yunah walked toward the right wing of the pavilion, gracefully navigating through groups of guests trying to approach her, heading for a corner where the lighting was dimmer and the wooden columns cast longer shadows on the basalt.

You found her near one of the windows overlooking the hillside and the Han River. Yunah had her back to the gala, sipping champagne from a glass she must have taken from one of the butlers who were circulating the house distributing them on trays. Her shoulders were tense, as if she knew someone was about to approach her. She wasn’t wrong.

But unlike the others, you simply stood to one side of her at a respectful distance, clasped your hands behind your back, and shared the view with her without saying a word.

“I’ve been to funerals where people seem more cheerful than you do here,” you said, eyeing the small boats gliding along the Han River.

Yunah slowly turned her head to look at you. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed her scrutinizing you again, from head to toe, as if deciding whether or not it was worth speaking to you.

“You’ve attended some pretty sad funerals then,” she replied in perfect, almost accentless English, vastly different from her father’s.

“Which I’ve attended voluntarily,” you pointed out. “Something tells me you’re here against your will.”

“Are you all so observant in your country?” Yunah asked sarcastically, turning her gaze back to the river.

“Oh, come on, you don’t have to get so worked up. I wasn’t the one who put you here in the first place.” You turned your whole body toward her. “Is your father always so hypocritical?”

Yunah frowned and turned to face you.

“Look, no offense, Mr. Salvatore, but I don’t do favors, I don’t pull strings, and I don’t speak well of anyone to my father.”

You smiled.

“How do you know my name?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, everyone here is talking about you,” she said. “I’ve heard it at least ten times since I’ve been down here.”

“That’s a lot of attention for a simple vineyard worker, if you ask me. And no, I’m not here to ask you for anything.”

“So?”

“I was bored, and you seemed interesting,” you replied calmly.

“Oh, so you see me as a source of entertainment?”

A small laugh escaped you.

“I didn’t mean to offend you, forgive me,” you gave a small bow. “But you should lower your guard a little. I don’t have any ill intentions.”

Yunah brought the champagne glass to her lips.

“And I’ve never met a single tycoon who didn’t have them,” she said before taking a sip.

“You’re not willing to give just one the benefit of the doubt?”

Yunah looked you in the eye. Up close, her face was even colder. She looked like a porcelain doll.

“You’re the first person who’s treated me like a real human being… so it could be.”

“Ah! I see you two already know each other!” a screeching voice said from your left. Mr. Noh stood to one side and put a hand on your shoulder. “Mr. Salvatore, this is my daughter, Yunah.”

You bowed to her, still holding her gaze.

“It’s a pleasure, miss.”

“The pleasure is all mine,” Yunah said with mock politeness.

Mr. Noh didn’t seem pleased with his daughter’s tone; his awkward chuckle betrayed him.

“Quite charming, isn’t she?” Mr. Noh said before looking at Yunah. “My dear, um, why don’t you show Mr. Salvatore the second floor? He’s our honored guest, make him feel at home.”

A small, sly smile formed on Yunah’s face.

“Yes, Father,” Yunah said, still looking at you. “Please follow me, Mr. Salvatore.”

Yunah turned and, without bothering to look at her father, walked back into the gala. You gave Mr. Noh one last small bow and followed her. She waited for you at the bottom of the steps, which you then ascended together to the second floor, all eyes and whispers on you.

As you reached the second-floor landing, the sounds of the gala suddenly subsided. The design there was different from the lower floor, with less basalt and more wood, wide corridors lined with display cases, artwork, paintings, and ornamental decorations. Yunah paused at the beginning of the left-hand corridor and sighed, relieved to be out of the snake pit, then she started to walk. You followed her.

“My father is rather particular about traditional methods,” she said without looking at you and without pausing to glance at a single painting or display case, even though that’s what Mr. Noh would have preferred. “He thinks that by sending me out with you, I’ll soften you up so you’ll agree to more favorable terms for him in the negotiation.”

“Predictable,” you said, following her at a safe distance. Unlike her, you were glancing at what you were leaving behind, like the display case to your right, filled with family achievements. You thought you saw something about ice skating related to Yunah. “And a bit insulting to both of us. To you for using you as bait, and to me for thinking I’m wavering in my convictions.”

“He doesn’t care as long as the result is what he wants,” Yunah said, turning right. “At the end of the day, we’re just tools to him.”

Yunah led you to the corner of the hallway, where a large window overlooked the garden. You stood side by side. From there, you watched the guests come and go.

“So, as you may have noticed, I won’t be doing what he asks,” she said, looking down at the guests. “You’re not here for a tour,” she turned her head to look at you. “You happen to be my unexpected companion on my getaway.”

“Not a bad deal,” you said with your hands behind your back. “I prefer that to being given a lecture about someone’s very expensive and not at all ugly possessions.”

Yunah, for the first time, surprised you with a small nasal laugh before taking a sip of her champagne. So she could laugh, huh? You were starting to think she had been brainwashed as a child.

“By the way, I couldn’t help but notice one of the display cases in the hallway,” you added after a few seconds of silence, looking at her out of the corner of your eye. “Ice skating?”

Yunah looked back at the glass. She didn’t seem bothered that you mentioned that, but it did make her thoughtful.

“I competed when I was a teenager,” she replied neutrally. “I must admit that I enjoyed it, despite having been forced to do so by my father at first.”

“You don’t do it anymore?”

“Not since he himself forced me to quit and focus on college,” Yunah said, not bothering to hide the resentment in her voice. “Today that’s what I do.”

You watched her for a moment.

“It doesn’t suit you.”

Yunah frowned and turned to you.

“What?”

“Smiling at the judges,” you replied. “I don’t think you had that face at the end of your routines.”

For a fraction of a second Yunah was silent. Then, to your pleasant surprise, a real, genuine smile spread across her face, followed by a small giggle. The gesture completely changed her features, softening the hard and cold countenance she had worn since you saw her. It only lasted a moment before she returned to her usual face, but you couldn’t see her the same way anymore.

“No, I didn’t,” she acknowledged, looking down at her now almost empty glass. “But back then I was happy. It wasn’t hard for me to smile like it is now.”

“Yeah, it shows,” you said, and took a side step to get closer to her. Yunah didn’t notice. “Your face down there was bordering on disgust.”

Yunah just turned her face slightly to meet your gaze, the garden lights illuminating the side of her face.

“It was disgust,” she clarified, her voice lower, without taking her gaze from yours. “If I can’t stand my father, imagine what I think of people who lick his boots.”

“And what about me?” you asked, resting your shoulder on the glass. “You didn’t look that disgusted when you looked at me.”

Yunah’s eyes traveled over your features slowly, lingering a second longer than necessary on your mouth before meeting your eyes again. She had done the same thing a while ago, only from a distance.

“I must admit that you are different,” she said. “I notice it in your eyes.”

“Different in what way?”

Yunah did not rush to answer. She let the silence of the second grow heavier, more tense as she thought about her response. Then she looked down for a second at the collar of your sweater.

“After spending my entire life around people like the ones downstairs, I know when someone looks who I’m the daughter of,” she said, making her voice lower and hoarse. She looked into your eyes again. “You, on the other hand, look at me.”

You chuckled, glancing at her lips for a second before looking up. Then, testing your luck a little, you took one more step, almost completely eliminating the safety distance. Yunah tensed a little, expectantly. His long fingers squeezed the stem of his glass a little.

“Hard not to look at you,” you murmured, and looked her up and down. “I mean…”

“You are a bold man, Mr. Salvatore,” said Yunah. The distance was so short between you that you could smell her champagne breath. “Many would not be happy with the distance you are from me.”

“Many would have been kicked in the balls by now,” you replied. “And I don’t see you wanting to do it.”

A small smile appeared on Yunah’s lips that contained a hint of mischief.

“It’s true, I don’t feel like doing it,” she admitted. “Unlike many, you are handsome… chivalrous… respectful… Are you married, Mr. Salvatore?”

“Not at all, I haven’t had the time to focus on that yet.”

“Not even a girlfriend?”

“I can’t call any of them my girlfriends,” you shook your head.

“Hm, interesting…”

With that, Yunah brought a hand to your chest and grabbed your sweater to pull you towards her as she pressed herself against the wall. It was the same distance, but now you had her cornered, her chest millimeters from yours. She lifted her chin, forcing you to look down. She didn’t take her eyes off of you, not even when you looked down for a moment at the sparkle of what appeared to be small diamonds on the cross of her necklace.

“What’s wrong, Mr. Salvatore?” Yunah murmured, leaving her hand on your chest. “It seems like the cat has eaten your tongue. Are you just bold with words?”

You chuckled softly and bit your lower lip, feeling the tension become unbearable. This girl was getting under your skin.

“I assure you my tongue is perfectly fine where it is,” you replied. “It’s just… I wanted to see how far you’d go on your own.”

“This is as far as I’ll go,” she said. “From here on out, it’s all up to you, Mr. Salvatore.”

“Oh yeah? Well, so be it.”

You raised both arms and placed your hands on the wall on either side of Yunah’s head, closing the distance completely. Yunah wasn’t intimidated or nervous; on the contrary, she gripped the fabric of your sweater so you could feel her chest against yours. Then, unable to wait any longer, you lowered your head and pressed your lips to hers.

The situation could have called for a little more decorum. A little more care. But instead, the kiss was a clash of teeth and tongue, a release of all the tension that had been building between you since that first glance. Yunah let out a muffled moan against your mouth, and as she placed her glass on a nearby shelf, she released your sweater, sliding her hand to the back of your neck and pulling you deeper into the kiss.

A few long seconds later, you pulled away, panting, and slid a hand down her side until it reached her thigh. Yunah threw her head back, resting it against the wall, exposing her long, beautiful neck, which you didn’t hesitate to kiss hungrily, before moving up to her ear and nibbling at her earlobe.

“You know what’s going to happen if someone comes upstairs and catches us, right?” you whispered in her ear. “I’ll lose my deal, and your father’s going to lock you up like a fairytale princess.”

“One thing is your problem,” Yunah replied softly. “I’m used to the other.”

Yunah released the back of your neck and let her hands slide down your chest, searching for your belt buckle. She knelt slowly in front of you, never breaking eye contact for a second, her white dress bunching up against her thighs as she settled onto the wooden floor. You didn’t expect her to go that fast, but you weren’t one to complain.

“Let’s see if what you’ve got down here lives up to the rest of you,” Yunah said, unbuttoning your pants with nimble fingers. As soon as she freed your erect cock from your pants and boxers, her eyes locked on it with a hunger she couldn’t hide. “Wow… it certainly does.”

Yunah wrapped her delicate fingers around the base of your shaft and, without hesitating, opened her mouth to take you inside.

“Oh shit…” you groaned from deep within.

You placed a hand on Yunah’s head as she began to suck you hard, using her tongue to make slow circles around your glans before sliding back down, exploring every inch of your cock with her soft lips. Soon the hallway was filled with the wet, rhythmic sound of the sensual blowjob.

Yunah released you, slurping saliva from your tip.

“Mmm, can you guess how many men I’ve sucked, Mr. Salvatore?” Yunah asked, slowly masturbating you before licking your shaft from underneath.

“None?” you gasped, tucking a strand of silky hair behind her ear.

“None,” she confirmed, giving you little kisses on either side and also on the tip.

“Then how the hell are you so good at it?”

“I have friends who aren’t as picky about men as I am and who like to be watched. Let’s leave it at that.”

Yunah drew you into her warm mouth again, cupping her cheeks and pumping her head in a sensual, enveloping, and deep rhythm. Her eyes were fixed on yours, burning with desire, and each time you thrust a little against her throat, she greeted you with a small, guttural moan that vibrated around your shaft.

As the seconds ticked by, Yunah increased the pace, the wet sounds now so loud and lascivious that all your senses sharpened. Her mouth moved with expertise, nimbly exploring every inch without showing even the slightest hint of restraint. Besides being beautiful, wealthy, and having her standards clearly defined, you found it utterly astonishing that she was also well-endowed in that department.

So well-endowed that you didn’t even realize when your balls tingled and your blood rushed to your groin. Yunah remained inspired, not pausing for a single second, both hands gripping your thighs as she bobbed her head back and forth, salivating on your cock.

“Baby…” you gasped. “I’m going to…”

Yunah didn’t move an inch. On the contrary, she closed her eyes and increased the pace considerably, sucking you with rapid pumps, licking the underside of your shaft just as the first spurt of cum hit her throat. You came with a deep groan, your head thrown back, throbbing again and again inside her warm mouth. She kept the tip of your cock against her throat the whole time, as you felt her forcefully swallow every drop of your semen.

When your cock stopped throbbing, Yunah slowly pulled you from her mouth, letting a trail of saliva and traces of semen glisten on her lower lip. Then she slowly stood up, licking the remnants with her tongue, and placed a hand on your chest. She looked into your eyes.

“Did you like it?” Yunah asked softly.

You, still panting, looked at her with a frown.

“Are you kidding?”

Yunah’s lips curved into a small smile.

“My friends taught me well, then.”

“I hope your friends taught you this too.”

You took Yunah by the waist, small and slender, and turned her around so she was bent over with her hands against the wall, her back slightly arched. Yunah gasped and looked at you over her shoulder, then glanced to the right, toward the garden where the guests were still milling about. There was a lamppost right in the middle; if anyone wanted to look through that window, they’d have to stand inside the garden. Unlikely, so you were safe.

“May I?” you asked her.

Yunah looked into your eyes. Her gaze was heavy with desire. Her mouth was slightly open. Apparently, the way you were holding her waist was turning her on.

“Mr. Salvatore, I just gave you my oral virginity,” Yunah declared. “At this point, do whatever you want with me.”

“Fine.”

With that said, you lifted Yunah’s dress skirt above her waist, revealing a pair of cute black lace panties.

“Damn, you have a nice ass…” you murmured, stroking her left buttock with your right hand. You gave it a light squeeze.

Yunah pushed her hips back slightly to brush against the tip of your cock.

“Are you going to fuck me, or not?” she asked. Her tone remained calm and measured, but from her gaze, you knew there was pure need behind it. Pure desire.

With a swift, strong tug, you pulled Yunah’s panties down to her knees. More than enough. Then, with one hand, you took hold of your cock, erect again, and rubbed the tip between her soft buttocks a few times, encountering silky, wet pussy lips. Yunah let out a small, stifled moan as you pressed against her entrance and slowly penetrated her.

“Oh my god…” Yunah sighed, looking down.

The sensation was overwhelming from the start. Your cock slowly made its way through her tight cavity, making you catch your breath and purse your lips. You looked up, gathered Yunah’s hair into a ponytail, swept it over her right shoulder, and pulled her chin in for a kiss before pushing the other half of your shaft inside her.

Yunah moaned against your lips, and you gripped her waist with your left hand, trying to process how good she felt inside you. You pulled away from her lips to kiss the back of her neck and her jawline.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” you growled in her ear, balls deep inside her pussy.

Yunah kissed you again as you began to move your hips. The rhythm was steady at first, with firm, deep thrusts that made her bounce against the wall. She moaned against your lips, then broke the kiss to rest her head on your shoulder, her buttocks colliding with your pelvis with each pump.

“Give it to me harder, please,” Yunah begged between moans, her voice husky.

You obeyed, gripping her small waist with both hands to increase the pace, now fucking her properly. Yunah’s moans and the sound of flesh slapping together filled the hallway.

“You love this, don’t you?” you asked softly, raising a hand to grasp a handful of her hair as you held her waist. “You’re fascinated by the idea that anyone could see us through that glass.”

You forcibly turned her head toward the glass. Yunah looked out, her mouth slightly open, letting out small whimpers of pleasure as your cock slid in and out of her tight walls at that frantic pace. Soon, Yunah began to tremble. Her legs buckled, and her breathing became a series of ragged gasps.

“Oh my god, right there!” Yunah moaned. “I’m going to… I’m going to…! Mmmghh!!”

Yunah’s inner walls tightened around you the moment she came, her body tensing completely. You continued thrusting slowly, watching the spasms course through every inch of her body and feeling her soak your cock from the inside out. Seconds later, Yunah pushed against you, making you feel her throbbing a little longer before her orgasm subsided.

Yunah lay against the wall, her legs trembling and her breathing erratic. You withdrew from her and moved back just a few inches, noticing her panties still bunched up around her knees. Without a word, you bent down slightly and hooked the lace with a finger, pulling them down over her heels. You held them in your hand.

You leaned in to give Yunah a quick kiss on the shoulder as she recovered, her forehead pressed against the wall.

“We’re not finished yet,” you declared, slipping out of your boxers and trousers. You were left in just your shoes. A bit odd, but you didn’t even think about it at the time.

You grabbed her arm and led her down the hallway to the bottom of the steps. The staircase was designed so that no one could see from below; you could only be caught if someone came directly up. However, the clinking of glasses and the voices of the guests rose through the stairwell with a clarity that made your heart race.

Yunah stopped at the banister, staring into the light from the living room, her eyes wide and her mouth slightly open.

“Fuck…” Yunah moaned, as you still held her wrist from behind. “I mean… someone could come up at any moment,” she corrected herself. “This is too risky.”

“That’s exactly what turns you on,” you murmured, pulling her dress back up to give her a hard slap on the ass that echoed off the walls. Yunah squealed with pleasure and immediately covered her mouth. “Just like that.”

You brought her panties, still damp, to her mouth.

“Now open up,” you ordered.

Yunah obeyed instantly, opening her mouth a little wider. You shoved the panties into her mouth, forcing her to bite down on the fabric, wet with her own fluids, to stifle any sounds. Then, you made her lean against the railing, her head dangling over the gap to the floor below, and took your cock and thrust it back inside her.

“Nnngh!!” Yunah cried out against her panties.

You left your hands on her waist and started fucking her again, at a relentless, frenetic pace that made her shudder with every thrust, her hair whipping in the air. The sounds of applause between your pelvis and her ass were still present, so that anyone who cared to listen closely could hear it. Again, unlikely; in all the time you were down there, you never saw anyone approach the bottom of the steps, but the possibility was still there. Tangible. A deliciously risky one that you found yourself enjoying as much as she did.

Yunah was still clinging tightly to the railing, her gaze fixed on the wall in front of her, her eyebrows arched, biting down hard on her panties and letting out occasional little cries against them. You landed a couple more slaps on her ass until one of her buttocks was as red as a tomato, and then you wrapped your arms around her, pressing her back against your chest, breathing hot air on her neck.

“What would your father think of this, baby?” you whispered in her ear. “I don’t think he’d be too happy about his daughter being such a little slut.”

Yunah responded with a desperate thrust of her hips against you, slamming into your pelvis as you pushed her forward, your bodies meeting in the middle. Her inner muscles began to contract again as you brought her to the edge in record time. You felt her body start to shake once more, her legs giving way as she exploded around your cock again, muffled moans against her panties.

“My god, you fucking love it…” you growled against her neck, holding her tightly against your body as she writhed with pleasure. “How about we raise the stakes a little?”

Without even letting Yunah recover, and with her legs still trembling, you grabbed her arm and pulled her toward the stairs. Yunah, completely at your mercy, descended three steps with you until you reached the intermediate landing of the stairs. From there the risk was even greater, but on the other hand, the side wall offered the perfect support for your undertaking.

You pinned her back against that wall, right at the angle where the staircase led into the living room, and lifted one of her legs so she could grip your hip with her thigh.

“Hold on to me,” you said softly.

Yunah threw her arms around your neck, clinging to you like a kitten trapped in a tree, still gagged with her own panties. You positioned yourself and, wrapping your arm around her waist, thrust into her with a deep, upward stroke.

“Mmmgh!!” Yunah’s moan was muffled by the lace of her panties, but her body jerked violently against the wall.

You and Yunah stared into each other’s eyes the whole time you fucked her like an animal against the wall, one arm around her waist and the other hand gripping the back of her neck with firm fingers. Each thrust made her back hit the wall, a sound that almost drowned out the noise from the gala just a few feet below, whose lights illuminated your calves.

“Fuck, look at you…” you whispered close to her face, looking into her eyes. “You’re so turned on by what you’re doing right now. You know if anyone peeks in they’ll see you getting your pussy pounded by a foreigner? I don’t even want to imagine the scandal…”

Yunah groaned and whimpered like crazy against her panties as you pumped your hips as fast and hard as you could, holding her as tightly as she clung to you. You squeezed her ass with the hand that was around her waist, making her dig her nails into your neck.

A couple of minutes later, Yunah shuddered under the electric shocks of another violent orgasm. Her eyes rolled back, her head thrown against the wall behind her, her neck exposed, which you covered with kisses and bites as you felt her tight pussy crush your cock from all sides.

You pulled her panties out of her mouth and kissed her hard. Yunah wrapped her arms around your neck and ran a hand through your hair, moaning between kisses. You thrust slowly in and out of her pussy, panting. The pressure on your balls was already unbearable, as your climax was just around the corner.

“Cum already, please…” Yunah gasped against your lips, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. “Inside me, preferably.”

You pulled back a few inches and raised an eyebrow.

“Sure about that?”

“My mother makes me take birth control,” she replied. “She’s more permissive than my father, but she says there’s no way she’d accept me getting pregnant at this age.”

“Wise of her.”

You pulled out of Yunah and fixed your gaze on a varnished mahogany bench that was right next to you. You sat down, your back against the wall, and had Yunah sit on top of you, facing the steps below. She raised her legs and placed her feet on either side of your thighs, on the edges of the bench, so you could penetrate her again.

“This time you won’t be gagged,” you whispered in her ear, tossing her panties onto the steps in front of you, deep inside her. “So you’d better be good.”

Yunah, her back against your chest and her hands behind her, gripping your neck, nodded between gasps. Then you took hold of her waist and began pounding her pussy up and down.

Yunah’s attempt to stifle her moans was more than admirable. Her head rested on your shoulder, one hand over her mouth to muffle her whimpers. You squeezed one of her breasts through her dress, and your other hand moved to her crotch to rub her clitoris. She arched her back and squealed louder.

It was at that precise moment that the sound of firm footsteps echoed downstairs, right at the foot of the stairs.

The man spoke in Korean, so you had no fucking clue what the hell he was saying, but his voice resonated up the stairs. A faint scent of freshly lit tobacco wafted up the steps along with the sound. Whoever was down there, had stayed there.

Yunah froze. Her pussy tightened around your cock like a claw, an involuntary suction that made you groan with pleasure.

“Don’t you dare move,” you whispered in her ear. Your hands slid down to grasp her thighs and pull them back. “If you make a single noise, that guy’s going to stick his head out and get a close-up of your pretty cunt with my cock inside.”

Instead of stopping to make her job easier, you started pumping your hips with a torturous, downright cruel slowness, seeking the depths of her pussy with every thrust while the man below continued talking just a few feet away. Yunah had to bite her lip so hard she even drew a little blood, her sharp nails digging into your skin, but she managed to stay quiet the whole time.

You felt the first warning of your climax a few seconds later, a small electrical current that ran down your spine. The guy took his time leaving, and when he did, you allowed yourself to loosen your chains again.

The violent attacks echoed subtly through the stairwell. Yunah turned her head and kissed you, muffling whimpers against your lips as you fucked her so hard that the bench beneath you creaked with every movement. Seconds later, feeling the tingle, you unleashed three quick final thrusts and exploded inside her.

“Mmmgh my god!!” You growled into her lips, clinging to her with both arms.

Yunah moaned and looked into your eyes, feeling how your cum flooded her inside in delicious constant palpitations. Your load was massive, hot and prolonged, and seconds later the pressure of your own fluids forced you, by inertia, to come out from inside her pussy. The next thing you saw was how your cum spilled from inside her onto the wooden bench, then onto the floor.

Sweaty and exhausted, you and Yunah stayed there for a few long seconds, breathing heavily. Yunah was still lying against your chest, head resting on your shoulder, and yours on hers. You stared at the trail of semen that glistened on the dark wood.

Yunah blinked, coming back to reality. The risk was still there and you were playing with fire at that point. She looked at you, eyes still clouded with pleasure.

“Darling… I mean, Mr. Salvatore,” she whispered, and pointed with her chin. “The trail.”

You looked where she indicated and laughed softly. You pushed her off of you and stood up with a calmness that must have seemed insulting to her.

“A work of art, don’t you think?” you joked, pulling a silk handkerchief from the pocket of your overcoat.

Yunah followed you with her gaze as you bent down to clean your cum from the floor and the wood next to her. Then, with great care, you also cleaned her crotch and trembling thighs. Finally, you stood up and adjusted one of the straps of her dress that had fallen off her shoulder.

“That’s it, like nothing happened,” you said, completely ignoring that she was sweaty and her hair was a mess.

“You missed the most important thing,” Yunah said, pointing to her panties on the steps behind you.

“Oh, sure.”

You bent down and held them out to her. Yunah hurried to grab them and put them on. As he stood up, you noticed that his legs were shaky.

“Will you be okay?” you asked.

“As you may have already noticed, Mr. Salvatore, I consider my acting skills remarkable,” she said, adopting that elegance and calm in her voice again. “Now, please go get dressed, you look ridiculous.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, walking up the steps to the second floor.

“And you comb your hair, Miss Noh,” you said from the second-floor landing. “You seem to have a bird’s nest on your head.”

Yunah rolled her eyes and followed you up the stairs. You hurried to grab your pants and boxers at the end of the hallway where you were before and put them back on. Meanwhile, you saw out of the corner of your eye how Yunah passed through one of the nearby doors and minutes later came out already combed and perfect.

She offered her arm to you with impeccable elegance, the same as she had before you stuffed her own panties into her mouth. You accepted the gesture with a smile, linking her arm with yours.

“As I was saying, next we will see the east wing of the second floor…” she began to say as you walked down the hallway together.

“Of course,” you nodded. “Guide me, Miss Noh. I’m more than eager.”

Later, you and Yunah went back down to the living room as if nothing had happened. Nobody ever suspected anything. You got a million-dollar deal. And on top of that, you fucked the poor bastard’s daughter.

Round night, to say the least.

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