"If I touch you," Ki-hoon whispered, his eyes dark with a terrifying intensity, "I'm not going to be able to stop."
I shook my head, my hair sticking to my wet cheeks, my voice coming out thin and desperate. "Then don't... Don't stop. Just make me feel good."
The words felt like a final surrender. I didn't care about the consequences anymore. I didn't care about tomorrow. I just wanted the friction to turn into something that didn't feel like dying.
Seo-Jun watched us, his eyes burning with a mix of jealousy and dark amusement. He let out a sharp, mocking laugh and clicked his tongue.
"And who was it that was acting like a saint just now?" he sneered, his gaze fixed on Ki-hoon's hand. "Funny how fast the 'monk' crumbles when the rabbit actually pulls his hand to the prize."
