NOTAKING
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Chapter 40
🕑 Added 2025-02-24 10:41:20 +0000 UTCAs Travis finished ordering his furniture, the soft sound of a door opening caught his attention. He raised his eyes from his phone, and his breath subtly hitched.
So-Yeon stepped out of the bathroom, steam curling around her like a misty veil, her silhouette bathed in the warm glow of the apartment’s ambient lighting. A plush white towel was wrapped snugly around her body, barely reaching mid-thigh, exposing long, smooth legs. Droplets of water clung to her skin, glistening under the light as they trailed down the gentle curves of her body.
She wasn’t thin or lean like a model, but she had a natural, breathtaking beauty—soft yet firm in all the right places, with an allure that could make any man’s pulse quicken. Her damp hair cascaded over one shoulder, and as she walked further into the living room, the towel clung to her form, accentuating every movement.
She glanced at him, her lips curling into a knowing smile.
“Are you going to do the same? I have an extra towel and washcloth,” she offered, her voice smooth, almost teasing.
Travis blinked, forcing his mind back on track. “Yeah, I think that’s a good idea,” he replied, standing from the couch.
She sauntered toward him, handing him the washcloth. Her fingers briefly brushed against his, a fleeting touch, warm and soft. Just as he was about to ask about the extra towel, she did something that made every coherent thought in his head vanish.
Without hesitation, she loosened the knot at the front of her towel and let it drop to the floor.
Time slowed.
Travis barely had the chance to react before the full glory of her goddess-like body was revealed to him. The dim lighting cast gentle shadows along her curves, highlighting the smoothness of her skin, the fullness of her breasts, the dip of her waist, and the roundness of her hips. She stood before him with effortless confidence, her smirk playful, as if testing his self-control.
He was stunned. No, beyond stunned.
His brain scrambled to process the sheer level of sexual appeal she radiated. It wasn’t just her body—it was the way she carried herself, the way her eyes flickered with amusement at his reaction, the way she embraced her own beauty with complete, unshaken assurance.
Seeing him frozen in place, So-Yeon’s smile deepened.
‘I guess I was wrong about what I said earlier,’ she thought, pleased by the way his gaze refused to stray from her.
Travis slowly, almost mechanically, reached for the towel she had intended to give him. His movements were stiff, his fingers curling around the fabric like he was in some sort of trance.
So-Yeon simply turned, as if completely unbothered, and made her way to the kitchen area. The soft tap of her bare feet against the floor was the only sound breaking the silence as she poured herself a drink, her posture relaxed.
Travis, on the other hand, was still standing there—stock-still, his mind desperately trying to reboot.
Slowly, like a malfunctioning robot, he turned toward the bathroom, towel clutched in his grip, his expression unreadable.
‘Man… God is good,’ he thought with absolute conviction as he finally forced himself to move, stepping into the bathroom and closing the door behind him.
The moment the warm water hit his skin, he exhaled heavily, letting the tension in his shoulders ease. But even as he scrubbed himself down, the vivid image of So-Yeon’s body lingered in his mind, refusing to fade.
So-Yeon stood in the kitchen, gripping the edge of the counter with both hands, her head bowed as she tried to steady her breathing.
Her face burned with embarrassment, her heart racing as the full weight of what she had just done settled in. With a soft whimper, she lowered herself into a crouch, curling into a ball as she buried her face in her hands.
‘Am I that drunk?!’ she screamed internally.
She had only meant to hand him a towel. That was the plan. That was supposed to be the plan. But somewhere in the moment, her body had acted on impulse, and instead of handing him the towel, she had dropped hers—completely exposing herself.
A groan escaped her lips as she rocked slightly, pressing her forehead against her knees.
‘Why the hell did I think that was a good idea?!’
Her mind replayed the scene in brutal detail—the way Travis had completely frozen, his face slack with stunned silence, his eyes drinking her in like he had just witnessed something divine.
Her stomach twisted at the memory, but not in regret.
The response she got from him? Priceless. That wide-eyed, dumbfounded stare? The way he practically short-circuited before walking off like a broken machine? That was more than enough confirmation that she had completely wrecked his composure.
She let out a tiny, breathless laugh, her fingers brushing over her flushed cheeks.
‘Well… I got a good response, so it’s not that bad, right?’
But still—what was I thinking?!
This wasn’t like her. So-Yeon wasn’t easy by any means. She wasn’t the type to bring men home, let alone pull something this bold. In fact…
This was the first time she had ever brought a man to this apartment.
Her eyes widened slightly as the realization hit her.
She had lived here for a while now, and despite going on dates, meeting people, and having opportunities, no one had ever made it past her front door. She had always found reasons to keep her space private, to keep her life separate.
Yet with Travis, it had been different. She hadn’t even hesitated. She had wanted him here.
She bit her lip, gripping the fabric of her dress as she sat there, her mind tangled with emotions she wasn’t ready to name.
Her heart was still thumping, but now, it wasn’t just from embarrassment.
‘Damn it… what are you doing to me, Travis?’
[A/N: This is headcanon. Adding layers to the story if you don't mind]
So-Yeon let out a long sigh, tilting her head back as she took another slow sip of her drink. The warmth of the alcohol did little to soothe the heat coursing through her body—not from embarrassment anymore, but from anticipation.
Still, she needed to compose herself. Standing up, she walked over to grab a silky black gown, loosely wrapping it around her waist. She tied it absentmindedly before dropping back onto the couch, fingers drumming against her thigh as she thought about what to do next.
Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Travis was in another world—one where So-Yeon’s towel drop was playing on an infinite loop in his mind.
‘God damn,’ he thought, shaking his head, but the image of her bare form refused to leave. The way her skin glowed under the dim apartment lights, the way her curves demanded attention, the sheer confidence in her movements—it was all burned into his memory.
He glanced downward.
His “dragon” was standing tall, refusing to calm down.
‘Relax, brother,’ he thought, exhaling sharply. ‘You’ll get fed.’
Shaking off his lingering thoughts, he focused on the shower, letting the warm water cascade over his body, washing away the sweat and tension. The heat didn’t do much to cool his thoughts, but at least he could say he tried.
After a few minutes, he stepped out, grabbing a fresh towel and wrapping it securely around his waist.
The moment he walked back into the living room, chaos ensued.
So-Yeon, who had been mid-sip, choked on her drink as her eyes landed on him. The glass nearly slipped from her fingers as her gaze raked over his body—his God-tier physique in all its glory.
Her breath hitched.
Broad shoulders that screamed strength and power. A chiseled chest that exuded confidence, each muscle carved to perfection. His biceps and triceps flexed subtly with every movement, showcasing the perfect balance of size and definition. The faint sheen of moisture on his skin made everything look even better—like a sculpted masterpiece come to life.
So-Yeon was captivated.
No, she was entranced.
She couldn’t think, couldn’t blink. Her eyes devoured every inch of him, and before she even realized, her lips parted slightly, her breath unsteady.
Travis smirked, noticing her reaction. He strode over casually, towel hanging low on his waist as he plopped down next to her.
“So,” he said, stretching his arms over the couch. “What now? Got any interesting games we could play?”
So-Yeon blinked, forcing herself back to reality.
“Umm…” She cleared her throat, struggling to form a coherent thought. “Just alcohol and a hunk beside me.” She bit her lip, eyes still glued to his body. “Why don’t you tell me how you got this perfect?”
Travis chuckled, glancing down at himself. “I just worked out consistently, I guess. Nothing too crazy.”
So-Yeon hummed in thought, before grinning mischievously.
“Do you think I could get this gorgeous too?” she asked, running a hand over her own stomach. “I mean, I’m not fat, but I do have a little belly…”
She untied her gown, letting it fall open to reveal her abdomen.
Travis’s gaze locked onto her.
His lips parted slightly, his throat going dry.
“Yeah, but I like it just like that,” he said, his voice a little lower than before.
So-Yeon giggled. “You look hypnotized. Is my body really that attractive to you?” Her grin widened. “I should just sit here naked then.”
Before he could react, she stood up and let the gown drop.
Travis’s heart skipped a beat.
His dragon throbbed under the towel.
He let out a short laugh, shaking his head. “Well, in that case… I should do the same.”
With zero hesitation, he stood up and dropped his towel.
For a moment, they just stood there, taking each other in. The energy between them shifted, thickening, until they both burst into laughter at how ridiculous—but also insanely hot—this moment was.
So-Yeon turned on her heel, walking towards her bedroom.
Travis followed.
The second she jumped onto the bed, his gaze snapped to her rear, which jiggled like jelly from the impact. A grin stretched across his face.
‘God is good.’
He sat beside her, and for a while, they just talked—laughing about dumb things, teasing each other, drinking, enjoying each other’s company. But as time passed, they got closer… and closer…
Until suddenly, there was no more space between them.
Lips met.
Bodies pressed.
And before either of them could second-guess it, they were making out like they had been waiting for this moment all night.
TO BE CONTINUED 
