Joon-ho stayed inside her for a moment longer—his cock still twitching, her body still trembling.
Then slowly, deliberately, he pulled out.
A wet shlick echoed in the room, followed by the lewd sound of his cum oozing from her overused cunt. It slid down the curve of her inner thigh in a thick line, pooling between her legs, messy and raw.
She gasped.
Her arms gave out. She slumped forward, forehead to the table, body limp, legs still spread, as if she couldn't bear the thought of closing herself up just yet.
He admired the view—his seed leaking from her ruined pussy, the red flush over her back, her nipples still stiff from the overstimulation.
"Don't move," he said, voice low and rich.
She didn't.
He grabbed a warm towel from the corner, returned to her side, and knelt between her legs. Slowly, reverently, he began to clean her. Every pass of the towel was gentle. He wiped her thighs, her folds, the sensitive skin just above her clit.
She twitched under the touch.
"Still sensitive?" he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the small of her back.
"Too much," she whispered, voice hoarse. "But… don't stop."
He chuckled.
"I won't."
He moved up her body, dragging the towel along her waist and sides. She flinched when he brushed over her nipples again.
"I didn't mean to go that hard on the first session," he said, smoothing her hair back. "But your body kept begging for more."
She gave a soft, breathy laugh. "Don't flatter yourself. I was just… overdue."
He leaned down and kissed her shoulder.
"You came three times."
"...Maybe."
She turned her head to the side, finally looking at him. Her cheeks were pink, her lips parted, a dazed look still haunting her eyes.
"You should be careful, Joon-ho," she said after a pause. "If word gets out about your… talents, you'll be overbooked in a day."
He smirked. "That wouldn't be a problem, would it?"
She hummed, then pushed herself up slowly—wincing, legs trembling as she stood. He helped her steady herself, hands on her hips.
"I might need to keep you to myself," she said, reaching for her silk blouse with shaking fingers.
He raised an eyebrow. "Territorial already?"
She turned, breasts still bare, cum glistening on her thighs. "I could sponsor you."
That made him pause.
"I mean it," she continued. "Help you expand the clinic. Get better equipment. Hire a receptionist—though honestly, you shouldn't let anyone else massage your clients."
His grin widened. "Possessive and generous. A dangerous combination."
She smirked back. "Don't make me regret it."
"I won't," he said, stepping forward and guiding her chin up. "But if you want to claim me… you'll have to come back regularly. Let me ruin you again. And again."
"Weekly sessions," she whispered.
"Twice a week," he countered.
She leaned in. "And if I want more?"
He leaned closer, their lips nearly touching.
"Then I'll make you my personal therapy project."
She moaned softly, then turned away before she completely fell apart again.
As she dressed, her phone buzzed. She checked it and smiled.
"I just transferred the first part of the sponsorship fund. I expect results."
"Oh, you'll get them," he said, voice like honey and smoke. "In every position you want."
Just before she left, she looked over her shoulder.
"I'm not the only one who'll want this, you know."
"I'm counting on it."
As the door closed behind her, the room felt warmer than ever.
His phone buzzed a moment later.
New Booking Request – Client: Ms. Kwon (Actress) – Urgent Session
Joon-ho's cock twitched again.
She stood by the massage table in nothing but her heels, adjusting her blouse slowly. Her body still trembled, slick from sweat and cum. He watched her, bare, relaxed, cock semi-hard and glistening, hanging heavy between his thighs.
She turned to him.
"…That was the best sex I've had in years."
He stepped closer, hands cupping her face. "That wasn't sex. That was therapy."
She laughed softly—but the look in her eyes was tender, almost shy.
He leaned in and kissed her.
Not rough. Not teasing.
Slow. Warm. Lips parted, tongues brushing gently, a deep, knowing kiss that curled her toes more than the orgasm had. She melted against him.
When they broke apart, her voice dropped lower. "You're not what I expected."
"And what did you expect?" he whispered.
"Some amateur pretty boy with oil and a good playlist. Not someone who could read my body like that. Make me forget who I am."
He brushed his thumb along her bottom lip.
"Madam Seo," he said, "you don't forget who you are. You just needed someone who could make you remember what you are."
She shivered.
"I should go," she said, eyes dropping to his still semi-hard cock. "Before I embarrass myself."
But she didn't move.
Instead, she stepped forward, fingers brushing the underside of his shaft. Her voice was soft—husky.
"Joon-ho… I want more."
His eyebrows lifted.
"You're still trembling."
"I know," she whispered, sinking slowly to her knees. "That's why I want it this way."
She looked up at him, hair wild, eyes soft but hungry.
"Facefuck me," she said. "One more time. Use my throat. Cum in my mouth. I want to feel it dripping down before I go back to pretending to be a cold, perfect woman."
He stared for a second, cock twitching to full life right in front of her.
"You're serious."
"I'm sponsoring you, aren't I?" she smirked. "Let me earn my privilege."
He stepped forward, cock slapping gently against her cheek.
"Open wide."
She obeyed instantly, tongue out, jaw ready.
He slid in.
Her mouth sealed around him, tight, hot, her throat already relaxing for the intrusion. He grabbed the back of her head, one hand guiding, the other stroking her cheek.
He pushed deeper.
Wet. Warm. Perfect.
"Good girl," he growled. "Let me fuck the pride right out of that throat."
She moaned, gagging lightly, but held firm.
He began thrusting, slowly at first, then harder. Her nose pressed to his pelvis with each deep stroke. Her throat opened for him like she'd done this a hundred times—but he knew this was special.
She wanted to be ruined again—just in a different way.
He used her mouth like a hole built for his cock. Saliva dripped from her chin. Her eyes streamed. But she never pulled back.
"I'm going to cum," he warned, voice shaking.
She looked up, tears in her eyes, and nodded.
He grunted, slammed in deep—and exploded.
Thick, hot ropes shot straight into her throat. She swallowed greedily, choking slightly but refusing to pull away. He held her there, cock twitching inside her mouth, until he was drained.
When he finally pulled out, she coughed, licked her lips—and smiled.
"That's how I wanted to leave," she said, voice rough but proud. "Your cum down my throat. My pussy still leaking. And your name stuck in my head for days."
Joon-ho smirked. "You're going to be a problem, Madam Seo."
She stood up, wiped her mouth with her fingers, then sucked them clean.
"I hope so."