Chapter 11. Self-Awareness (8)

Wi Ilcheong, who had held back time and again, finally lost the last thread of his restraint.

‘Honestly… Miss Dokgo…’

Wi Ilcheong pulled Dokgo Ryeong closer by the waist he had been holding and pressed his lips to hers.

“Mmph… Mm…”

As Dokgo Ryeong’s lips parted naturally, Wi Ilcheong slipped his tongue between them.

“Hngh… Mwah… Haa…”

Their tongues intertwined, and wet, sticky sounds echoed through the room.

After a long while, they finally broke apart.

“Ah…”

As if she still wanted more, Dokgo Ryeong’s tongue remained outside her mouth...