NOTAKING
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Chapter 59
🕑 Added 2025-03-12 00:12:10 +0000 UTCTravis parked the car and stepped out, stretching his arms before glancing back at the passenger seat. Na-Yeon hadn’t moved. She sat there, arms crossed, staring out the window with an unreadable expression. He exhaled sharply through his nose.
'This is why I like milfs better,' he thought, shaking his head before opening the door and sliding back into the driver's seat.
He leaned back, resting his head against the seat. "What's wrong now?" His tone was more tired than annoyed, though frustration simmered beneath the surface.
"Nothing is wrong." Her voice was clipped, flat—completely unconvincing.
"Right." He ran a hand through his hair. "Well, let's go inside then." He reached for the door handle again, ready to leave her to her mood, but before he could step out, her fingers wrapped around his wrist.
"Stay," she murmured, barely above a whisper.
Travis paused, glancing at her. Her grip was light but firm, as if she wasn’t sure whether to hold on or let go. He sighed, sinking back into the seat. Silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken words.
Na-Yeon glanced at Travis, arms crossed and head tilted slightly. “So, is it true that you have a harem or whatever?”
Travis barely reacted, his expression unreadable. “Yeah, it is.”
She raised an eyebrow. “How many women are you dating right now?”
He shrugged, leaning back against the car. “Five, I guess.”
Na-Yeon blinked, clearly caught off guard. “Five?” She let out a short laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. “And they all know about each other?”
Travis exhaled through his nose. “Four of them do. So-Yeon knows I have someone else, but she doesn’t know about the others.” He met her gaze, curious. “Why are you asking?”
Na-Yeon studied him for a second before speaking. “I just wanted to make sure you’re not playing with their hearts. If you were, I’d have to beat your ass.”
Travis let out a low chuckle. “Duly noted.” He pushed off the car and stretched. “Are we done here?”
“Nope,” she said quickly. “I still want you to sit with me for a bit.”
He sighed, rubbing his eyes. “Nah, I’m tired. I need to get some sleep.” Without another word, he opened the car door and stepped out.
Na-Yeon huffed and followed suit, watching as he locked the car before heading toward the building. She wasn’t going to let him brush her off that easily. Picking up her pace, she caught up with him as they climbed the stairs to his floor.
Once they reached his apartment, she lingered behind him as he unlocked the door. The moment he stepped inside, she slipped in right after him.
Travis sighed—again. “Tell me, Na-Yeon, what is it you want? I’m really trying to understand you, but whatever you’re doing is working because I am so damn confused.”
She bit her lip, hesitating for only a second before straightening up. “Okay, I’ll tell you.” She pointed to the couch. “But we have to sit down first.”
Inside her head, a single thought echoed with urgency.
‘I need to make my move today, or I’ll lose him.’
They sat on the couch, side by side, the dim glow of the TV casting soft shadows across the room. The air between them was thick with an unspoken tension, the kind that lingered when two people danced on the edge of something more.
Na-Yeon shifted slightly, her thigh brushing against his. Her fingers hesitated for a moment before settling on his lap, warm and tentative. Slowly, her hand inched forward, creeping towards his crotch with clear intent.
Before she could go any further, he grabbed her wrist, his grip firm but not forceful.
"What are you doing?" he asked, his voice low, a mix of surprise and amusement.
Na-Yeon swallowed, her cheeks tinged with a rosy blush. "Um… I just wanted to, you know, have a feel," she admitted, her voice soft yet playful.
He raised a brow, glancing down at where her hand still hovered under his grip.
'Well, this is what happened in the OG story, but it was kinda a bit rapey if you ask me. But hey, I'm not a fed,' he thought, shaking his head slightly.
She wrapped her fingers around his length, feeling the warmth of his cock even through the fabric. Her grip was gentle yet firm, her fingertips tracing the shape of his shaft as she explored it with slow, deliberate squeezes. The weight of it in her hand sent a shiver through her, and a subtle, pleased smile tugged at her lips.
With a teasing slowness, she reached for his waistband, her fingers brushing against his skin as she pulled down his pants and underwear. The moment his cock was freed, it sprung up slightly, resting against his thigh—thick, heavy, and undeniably impressive.
Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red as she took in the sheer size of him. The heat radiating from his shaft only fueled her curiosity, and despite the bashfulness flickering in her expression, her hands acted on their own. She wrapped her delicate fingers around him, her grip tightening slightly as she gave an experimental stroke.
Slowly but surely, Travis’s cock stiffened under her touch, pulsing with every beat of his heart. Her eyes widened as she felt it grow, her breath hitching as she compared its size to what she'd seen before.
‘Fuck, he's huge. Even bigger than Ha-Seong. I’ve caught him gooning a few times, and this is way bigger.’
Travis, however, remained unfazed, reclining comfortably as he let her do as she pleased. His indifference only made her more eager. She positioned herself between his legs, her face just inches away from his now fully erect length. The sight alone made her thighs press together, but when she leaned in closer and inhaled deeply, the scent sent her mind into a haze.
A deep, primal shudder ran through her as the intoxicating musk filled her senses. It was raw, masculine, and utterly addictive. She exhaled shakily, her breath warm against his shaft as she went in for another whiff, her nostrils flaring as if she couldn’t get enough.
Her strokes became more purposeful, her fingers gliding over the slickness forming at his tip. A bead of precum leaked out, catching the light, and before she could even think, her tongue darted out.
The moment the salty, musky taste hit her tongue, her body reacted on instinct. Her mouth watered, her grip on his shaft tightened, and an insatiable hunger overtook her. She needed more.
"I didn't know it would taste so good... Would he mind if I sucked it?" she murmured, almost to herself.
Na-Yeon looked up at Travis, her lips slightly parted, her breath warm against his skin. His expression was a mix of confusion and intrigue, his brows slightly raised as if he wasn’t sure he had heard her correctly. Realizing what she had just said out loud, her eyes widened, and she quickly withdrew her head, her cheeks flushing a deep red.
Travis, on the other hand, was too focused on something else. His gaze had dropped to her, watching as her hesitation warred with her curiosity. His heartbeat quickened slightly, not just from the situation but from the sheer amusement of it.
‘Damn,’ he thought, shifting his stance slightly. ‘Imagine if it was this easy with all the other girls in other stories.’
A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he watched Na-Yeon try to regain her composure. Her fingers fidgeted against her lap, and she avoided his eyes, but the way she kept stealing glances told him that hesitation wasn't the same as rejection.
TO BE CONTINUED 
