Overmorrow.

“You do know the only reason why you're here right now is because you're hot, right? Nothing more, nothing less.”

He looked at her and smirked.

“And your point being?” he asked, helping her carry her bag as she settled into the seat right by the bar counter.

“You’re lucky,” she smiled, fluttering her eyelashes at him as thanks when he returned her bag.

“I would rather think that it was fate that allowed us to meet,” he said, sitting down beside her. “Peach spritz. How about you, Miss—?”

Telling the bartender his order, he looked at her, palm raised towards her as he asked for both her name and drink.

“Jiwon,” she said, giving you a stare with narrowed eyes before turning to the bartender. “I’ll get the same.”

“Why the look?”

“Because you ordered what I wanted,” she said, leaning a little back to hook one of her smooth, white legs over the other. “And you already know my name, so why the question?”

“Well, firstly, it's what I always drink.”

“You're staring.”

“A little hard not to when you're this hot, Miss Jiwon.”

“Oh, please drop the formalities. They're not needed when you're already undressing me with your eyes.”

“As do you. Hot woman with a hot bod, hot glasses, hot thighs and hot ass? A little hard not to.”

“That sounds like an understatement,” she chuckled softly. “What about the second?”

“Just wanted to know more about the Park Jiwon other than her being the author of my favourite book.”

“You seem really good at flattery, huh?” She blushed and bent forward, fingers gripping her tie to loosen it, tugging it down to reveal the two charms hidden within.

“Flattery skills aside, I’m really good at flipping pages too, you know,” he said, taking the drink from the bartender.

He slid the glass to Jiwon.

“Oh please,” she chuckled and sat back straight, rolling her eyes. “You're a reader. Of course you’ll be good at that.”

“I beg to differ,” he said. “Not all readers are equal, just like how not all women are as beautiful as you.”

She picked up the spritz and gave it a little swirl before sipping, appreciating the fruity sweetness that was accompanied by the familiar burn of alcohol on her tongue.

“So, what do you think of my name? How does it compare to yours?”

“Nice try in asking for mine,” he teased. “But I think mine sounds better.”

He grabbed his drink and down it in a single gulp.

“And you’ll agree because you’ll only be screaming it later.”

“S-Shit—Ethan—fuck don’t stop—”

Her hands grabbed onto his hair, pushing his head deeper between her thighs as he slurped continuously. His tongue continued to flick across her folds, drawing juices out of her already sopping heat.

He lifted his face off after an indefinite amount of time passed from him devouring her pussy.

“How's that?” he smirked, running his fingers playfully around her leaking cavern.

“It feels so fucking good…” Jiwon moaned, her body shivering while her lower lips quivered, as if begging for more kisses. Her arms clung on to the pillow underneath her back which Ethan had considerately tucked, but his kindness was all just a ruse, for he was torturing her vocal chords right now.

“That's two things of my checklist,” Ethan said, sticking his tongue forward for a slow tantalising lick, savouring her sweetness that topped peach fucking spritz or whatever. “I told you I’ll have you screaming my name—”

He stuffed his face right in again, pressing her thighs wide apart. He ran his mouth aggressively across her plump folds, flipping and spreading them like pages.

“—and I told you I’m very skilled at flipping pages.”

Park Jiwon, the famous author, was mewling a cacophony of pure unadulterated lust. But right now, he was the author. One with a tongue that was scribbling the autobiography of his pussy-juicing-adventures across her unfurling scroll of so-called purity which she had boasted earlier of still being a virgin.

He wrote a sloppy question against her clit, but all he got was a reply of slurps and squelches from her pussy — which were unironically because of him as well.

Not that he cared.

“Please Ethan—Ethan, don't fucking stop, I’m—”

He treated her like a dripping inkwell, making sure that there was enough juice producing out from within her walls for him to further his studies at getting a doctorate in seismology.

Why seismology?

Because he was learning how her body quakes. P-waves and S-waves sent through the sex planet named Park Jiwon. Ethan once read in a book that P and S meant Primary and Secondary, but he felt that they were distasteful. He much preferred the Pussy-waves, Pornographic-waves, Squirting-waves, and Sloshing-waves vibrating from his relentless tongue, leaving her tremoring and desperate for more seismic activity between her thighs.

Ethan also once read that tsunamis originate from earthquakes. So he worked harder for his first splash of inspiration, his Eureka moment.

Her pussy clamped down on his invading tongue, squishing out a wet squirt of hot gush, blessing him with his first surging crash. Her spread thighs tried to snap shut from the undulating pleasure, but he forced them apart, mouth greedy for every drop produced solely by the spasming muscles of her cunt.

Gibberish.

Okay, maybe there were some coherent words amongst her orgasm mantra, but they were also mostly something along the lines of etha—omagussh—pleas—ethan—donstap—fucmor—ethannn—.

And that was a testament to his skill of favourite-name-conversion.

When Jiwon had finally calmed down to her buzzing standby mode of prime fuckable status, her legs were vibrating in frequencies that could only be heard by Ethan who was preparing his pen for the next chapter.

“How was it?” he asked.

“…Ethan…” Jiwon gasped breathlessly, her lips oozing a drop of blood where she had bitten herself too hard from the ecstatical pleasure. “I can’t… think.”

Ethan hummed in approval and stood up, placing his hands under Jiwon’s arms.