The water lapped against Ji-hye's skin, warm and thick with the scent of Joon-ho—soap, sweat, and something dirtier that never seemed to fade from her pores. She stretched out in the tub, legs floating, feeling every ache in her body, every pulse of soreness and afterglow humming beneath the water. Joon-ho was behind her, arms around her waist, chin resting on her shoulder. The world outside had gone silent, the window fogged, the night swallowing every stray sound.

They lay together, letting the bath coax the last of the trembling from Ji-hye's limbs. Joon-ho's hands roamed lazily over her body, tracing the arc of her hip, the dip of her waist, his thumb gliding beneath the water to tease circles over her thigh, never quite innocent. When she arched, stretching like a cat, he tightened his grip, lips finding the shell of her ear.

"Stay here forever," he whispered, a smile curling into her wet hair. "I'll keep you warm."

She smiled, eyes fluttering shut, letting herself melt back into him. "I'd drown," she murmured, though her voice was nothing but content, "but it'd be worth it."

He laughed quietly, the sound rumbling in his chest and vibrating against her spine. "Not a bad way to go."

After a while, the water cooled. He reached for the drain, running his hands down her body as the tub emptied, squeezing every curve with unhurried possession. He rose first, water sluicing off his skin, then helped Ji-hye to her feet, steadying her as her legs threatened to give out. She wobbled, grinning, one hand braced on his chest.

"You're still dangerous," she teased, flicking her gaze down to his cock, already swelling again at the sight of her.

He didn't bother to hide his stare as he reached for a towel, wrapping her up and pulling her flush to him, his mouth grazing the slope of her shoulder. He took his time drying her off, working the towel over every inch, hands lingering between her legs, knuckles grazing her inner thighs until she shivered anew. He knelt, head bowed between her breasts, rubbing warmth back into her calves, her feet, then straightened and tugged another towel around her hair, massaging her scalp until she melted under his touch.

Ji-hye giggled, rolling her head back and forth beneath the terry cloth, eyes heavy-lidded. "You missed your calling. Should've been a spa manager."

His eyes flickered. "You've never had a real massage from me, have you?" he murmured, voice dark and low.

Her heart skipped. "Not here. Not in your clinic."

He smiled, wolfish. "Then let's fix that." He peeled the towel away, exposing her hair, smoothing it back. He didn't bother with his own towel, his cock bobbing, heavy and eager, as he took her hand and led her from the steamy bathroom into the cool hallway.

Ji-hye hesitated for a split second at the threshold, the cold air rushing over her naked skin, hardening her nipples, making her pussy clench and ache with raw anticipation. She felt bold, filthy—walking bare, skin flushed and sensitive, the evidence of their fucking still sticky between her thighs. She padded behind him, each step leaving a damp footprint, her nipples tight as beads, her pussy lips slick and bare, no hair to hide her heat. The chill only made her more aware, more alive, her entire body pulsing with the urge to be seen, to be wanted.

Joon-ho led her downstairs, not saying a word, just holding her hand, his grip strong and sure. The clinic was dim, only a single soft lamp burning and a faint glow from the aromatherapy diffuser misting lavender and cedarwood into the air. The massage table was already set up, towels laid out, bottles of oil gleaming on the counter. He guided her to the bed, running a palm up her spine, pausing to squeeze her ass, then pushed her gently down onto her stomach.

"Lie down," he ordered, voice gentle but commanding. "Let me take care of you."

Ji-hye shivered, her body arching under his hand. She crawled onto the table, laying her cheek to the clean sheet, arms above her head. The fabric was cool against her nipples, sending tingles through her as she settled in.

Joon-ho started at her shoulders, pouring oil into his hands, rubbing them together to warm it before touching her. His palms were broad and strong, working deep circles into her tense muscles, kneading away every knot. Ji-hye's eyes fluttered, a long groan slipping from her lips as the tension bled out of her shoulders, her back, her neck.

"You're so stiff," he murmured, thumbs digging into her trapezius, rolling out the stubborn ache. "You push yourself too hard."

She sighed, letting her body melt into the table. "My last tournament was brutal. Overseas. Lots of long rallies, barely any time to recover. I feel like I haven't slept in a week."

He made a low, soothing sound, fingers trailing down her spine, tracing every vertebra, then spreading out across her lower back. He worked the muscles at her waist, kneading deep into her hips, thumbs digging into the spots that made her gasp.

"You never stop," he said, softer. "Always fighting, always giving everything. You need someone to take care of you, Ji-hye."

She made a soft sound, not quite a moan, not quite a protest, just surrender. He worked his way down, kneading her glutes, strong hands spreading her ass cheeks, fingers digging in to work out the tension. She felt his cock brush over her skin—slick, heavy, dragging across the cleft of her ass as he shifted his stance. The first time, she thought it was accidental. The second time, he did it deliberately, rolling his hips so the thick head slid down, pressing right against her pussy, spreading her folds as she gasped.

Her breath hitched, the pressure shooting through her like a live wire. She tried to arch up, but his hands held her in place, steady and inescapable. He worked her lower back, his cock now pressed between her cheeks, grinding slow, filthy circles as he kneaded her muscles. The sensation was maddening—his strong hands massaging her, his cock rutting against her ass, each movement leaving her wetter, hotter, needier.

She whimpered, hips rocking involuntarily, her nipples dragging against the sheet, throbbing with every little movement. She could feel how slick she was, how easily his cock slid between her folds, how the oil and her own arousal mixed to make everything glide. Joon-ho leaned in, letting the head of his cock dip down and rub against her clit, dragging back and forth with a steady, teasing rhythm. He didn't push inside, just used her as his personal toy, massaging her muscles with his hands and her pussy with his cock.

Ji-hye's moans grew louder, breathy and desperate, the lines between pleasure and relaxation blurring until every nerve ending was on fire. He shifted lower, working the backs of her thighs, spreading her legs just enough that his cock could nestle right against her slit, the blunt head catching on her entrance every time he rocked his hips forward.

"You're so fucking perfect," he growled, voice rough with want, hands never stopping their slow, methodical work. "You like this? Getting massaged while I rub my cock all over you?"

She tried to answer, but it came out as a broken gasp, her hips bucking back for more. "God, yes. I—please—"

He leaned over her, his chest pressing to her back, breath hot at her ear. "You want me to fuck you here? Bent over my clinic table like a filthy little patient?"

She moaned, the words making her pussy clench hard enough she thought she'd cum just from the friction alone. "Yes. I can't wait. Please, Joon-ho, I need you inside me—now."

He grinned against her shoulder, letting his cock drag one more time between her folds, soaking himself in her slick. But he didn't give in, not yet. He finished the massage, working her calves, ankles, every part of her trembling with anticipation, his cock never leaving her pussy, always teasing, always rubbing.

When he finally finished, he stepped back, stroking himself, watching her spread out and panting on the table, every inch of her glistening with oil and sweat.

"Stay just like that," he commanded, voice low and dangerous. "Don't move."

Ji-hye bit her lip, eyes dark and hungry, body thrumming with need. She didn't care about shame or modesty—she wanted him, all of him, right there, right now. Every part of her screamed for it, her mind already unraveling with the promise of what would come next.

She arched her back, spreading her legs wider, offering herself up. "Hurry," she begged, voice raw and shaking. "Please, Joon-ho. I need you to fuck me. I can't wait anymore."

He just smiled, slow and wicked, stepping closer, ready to give her everything she needed and more.

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