Competition (5)

Bang, bang!

“……Ngh, h-heuk.”

Ten-odd minutes earlier, Seo Ahyun had no choice but to enter the bedroom with Taeyang wedged against her side as though she were being handled like a child.

Having lost Baek Seol-ah, who had cooperated with her in the living room, she was even more helpless than she had imagined.

Even if the only arm she could use properly was her left, it was fundamentally absurd to think she could overpower Han Taeyang by force─.

Without another female to share the burden at her side, beating Han Taeyang in bed was likewise an exceedingly distant prospect.

At this moment, all she could do was let out short moans in time with Han Taeyang's movements every time he moved his body behind her.

She was, in every sense, nothing more than a pathetically useless fleshlight.

“Haaak……! Ngh.”

Splat, splat-...