NOTAKING
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Chapter 61
🕑 Added 2025-03-12 00:16:59 +0000 UTCAfter breakfast, Yeon-Ah remained seated in the living room for some reason, watching the others prepare to leave. Travis didn’t question it—he simply grabbed the keys, led the way down to the parking lot, and started the car. He threw on some peak Deftones, the heavy, moody riffs filling the space like a pulse. With a smirk, he pressed his foot down harder than necessary, the engine growling as he tore down the road, ignoring the speed limit entirely.
Back in the apartment, silence settled like a thick fog. Yeon-Ah exhaled slowly, her body still humming with remnants of their earlier activities. She shifted on the couch, but the slick heat between her thighs made her pause. Lifting the hem of her dress, she bit her lip as she took in the sight—thin, glistening strands clinging to her soft skin, proof of how thoroughly she’d been taken. The sticky warmth trailed down her thighs like spider silk, delicate yet undeniable.
Her fingers twitched. The lingering sensitivity made her hesitate, but the ache was unbearable. Tentatively, she slid her hand between her legs, fingertips ghosting over the damp folds. A shiver tore through her as soon as she made contact, her body still raw from the morning’s indulgence.
'I need to fix this,' she thought, already breathless.
Lowering herself onto the couch, she parted her legs, the dress riding up further. Cool air kissed her fevered skin, sending another shudder through her. She leaned back, anticipation curling in her stomach as she let her hand wander lower, desperate for relief.
[ A/N: Didn’t want to write one but here I am. ]
Yeon-Ah's breath hitched as she parted her swollen folds with trembling fingers, tracing slow, deliberate circles over her slick heat. Her touch was light at first, teasing, sending shivers up her spine. The sensitivity was almost too much, her body still raw from the morning’s indulgence. But she craved more. Needed more.
Her mind spiraled into lustful fantasies, thoughts consumed by Travis—his rough hands pinning her wrists, his weight pressing her down, his body claiming hers with relentless, unrestrained need. The vivid image sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her core, making her back arch as she let out a soft, shaky moan.
‘God… I want him so badly.’
The fire inside her flared, burning hotter. Her fingers dipped lower, slipping inside with ease, spreading her open as she began to pump them in and out. The wet sounds of her arousal filled the otherwise silent room, each thrust of her fingers sending sparks of pleasure surging through her. Her free hand traveled upward, cupping her breast, kneading the soft flesh before pinching her hardened nipple. The combined sensations made her body jolt, her thighs quivering as she let out a breathy moan.
“ ~Travis ~ahhh~… …” she whimpered, voice barely above a whisper, thick with desire.
Her pace quickened, fingers plunging deeper, curling just right. The heat inside her grew unbearable, coiling tight in her lower belly. Her walls clenched around her own digits, a desperate need to be filled consuming her entirely.
The pressure built rapidly, her body trembling as she chased the high she so desperately craved. The wet squelch of her fingers thrusting into her drenched core echoed in the air, mixing with her labored breaths and the occasional moan slipping past her parted lips. Her legs tensed, toes curling as the pleasure reached its peak.
And then—
A strangled gasp tore from her throat as her release crashed over her like a tidal wave. Her body convulsed, pleasure ripping through her in hot, uncontrollable pulses. A gush of warm liquid spilled from her core, spraying across the couch in a sinful display of ecstasy. The slick heat dripped down her thighs, pooling beneath her as she shuddered through the aftermath, fingers still buried deep inside her.
For a moment, she remained still, chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. Then, slowly, she withdrew her fingers, coated in her own arousal. Lifting them to her lips, she gave them a slow, deliberate lick, tasting herself with a sultry smirk. The intoxicating scent of her release filled the air, making her head swim with lingering desire.
‘I need to grab Travis for myself… before my daughter does,’ she thought, a possessive gleam in her eyes.
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The classroom was quiet except for the occasional scribbling of pens against paper and the droning voice of the professor at the front. Travis sat in his seat, eyes on the board, but his mind was elsewhere. Specifically, on what had almost happened with Yeon-Ah.
It wasn’t surprising—her desire had practically reached its breaking point. The way she looked at him, the way she clung to him, it was obvious. But he didn’t want to rush things. Not yet. There was a time for everything, and right now, his attention needed to shift elsewhere. If he kept visiting Yeon-Ah too much, it would become a distraction. He had more important matters to handle.
Na-Yeon, for one.
His gaze shifted to her. She sat next to him, minding her own business, casually taking notes as if she hadn’t spent the entire night thinking about him. He opened up her Meter.
Love: 90
Interest: 100
Lust: 80
A smirk tugged at his lips.
‘Guess she was thinking about me all night,’ he mused, satisfied. His fingers tapped lightly on the desk. ‘Well, today’s the day I make her submit. I can’t wait.’
The rest of the class passed smoothly, though Travis barely registered any of it. His mind was already plotting, considering his next moves.
Then came the unexpected.
His phone vibrated in his pocket, snapping him out of his thoughts. He glanced at the screen—Soo-Yeon.
His eyes narrowed slightly before he stepped out of class and answered.
"Travis, I need to see you," she said, her tone leaving little room for refusal.
A short while later, Travis found himself inside Soo-Yeon’s office. The blinds were half-drawn, the faint hum of the air conditioning filling the room as she leaned back against her desk, sipping her coffee with a knowing smirk.
"So, tell me about this harem you’ve made," she said, tilting her head slightly, her eyes gleaming with curiosity.
Travis scratched the back of his head, feigning modesty. "Uh… there’s not much to it, I guess. It’s got about four people—five, if I count you. And they all live in this mansion I bought not far from here."
Soo-Yeon blinked. She had been listening with mild interest, but at the mention of a mansion, she nearly choked on her coffee. Setting the cup down, she stared at him, her expression a mix of disbelief and intrigue.
"Did you just say mansion?"
"Yeah, mansion. Is there a problem with that?" Travis asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No—I mean yes!" she exclaimed, crossing her arms. "How the hell did you buy a mansion? Is that even possible in this economy?"
Travis chuckled, shaking his head. "Sure, if you have the money. I mean, how do you think I got into this school? Money, of course." He let that sink in for a second before adding, "Oh, and I forgot to mention—you don’t need to leave anymore."
Soo-Yeon’s brows furrowed. "Wait… what do you mean?"
Still smirking, Travis pulled out his phone. He scrolled through his contacts, then casually placed a call to his standing chairman. Soo-Yeon watched him, arms crossed, lips pursed in mild amusement, assuming it was some elaborate joke.
"Yeah, don’t fire Soo-Yeon," he said simply, his tone leaving no room for argument.
The moment he hung up, Soo-Yeon’s own phone rang. Her breath hitched as she saw the caller ID. She hesitated, then picked up.
A brief conversation later, her eyes went wide with realization. "No way…" she whispered under her breath.
Without a second thought, she lunged over the desk, her body pressing against his as her lips crashed into his in a heated, desperate kiss. Travis caught her effortlessly, his hands gripping her waist as he deepened the kiss, their breaths mingling.
Heat surged between them, their bodies reacting to each other like fire and gasoline. When they finally pulled apart, their eyes locked, charged with emotion.
"Thank you," she whispered, her fingers trailing down his chest.
Travis smirked. "No problem. But just so you know, that means you and I will be taking very long breaks from now on…" His hands slid down her back, pulling her closer.
Soo-Yeon shivered at his touch, a playful glint in her eye. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "Oh, I understand that very well. In fact… let me reward you properly." Her voice dripped with sultry promise. "You can cum anywhere you want."
A low growl of satisfaction rumbled in Travis’s throat. "I wanna do it on your tits."
Her smile widened. "Your wish is my command."
Soo-Yeon slowly dropped to her knees, her fingers gliding over his belt as she undid it with expert precision. She looked up at him, her lips slightly parted, teasing, before she leaned in and took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling as she got to work.
Travis exhaled sharply, his fingers threading through her hair as pleasure overtook him.
‘Fuck, I love banging a teacher,’ he thought, watching as Soo-Yeon eagerly worshipped him.
TO BE CONTINUED
