The bathroom was already filled with steam, the scent of lavender and chamomile rising with the warmth as Min-seo made her final adjustments. She checked the water temperature one last time—perfectly warm, not hot enough to scald but sufficient to relax sore muscles. The oversized tub, more than large enough for two, was nearly full, the water glistening softly under the dimmed lighting.

Everything was ready.

Min-seo dried her hands on a plush towel and moved back into the main living area. Joon-ho and Yurin were still at the kitchen counter, though their breakfast was finished and the plates had been cleared away during her earlier attention to the dining area.

"The bath is prepared, sir." She announced with professional precision. "The water is at optimal temperature, with lavender and chamomile oils added for relaxation. The massage jets are operational if you prefer."

Joon-ho nodded, setting down his coffee cup. "Thank you, Min-seo. We’ll head in now."

He turned to Yurin, who was still seated on the barstool, her bathrobe loosely tied, her expression showing the lingering effects of sleep and the intense night they’d shared. Without asking, without hesitation, Joon-ho stepped closer and scooped her up into his arms—one arm behind her back, the other beneath her knees, lifting her as easily as if she weighed nothing.

Yurin gasped in surprise, her hands instinctively grabbing his shoulders for balance. "Oppa! You don’t have to carry me..."

"I know I don’t have to." Joon-ho’s voice was calm, matter-of-fact. "I want to. You’re tired, your muscles are sore, and I’m not going to make you walk when I can carry you instead."

Yurin’s flush deepened, but she didn’t protest. Instead, she settled into his embrace, her head resting against his chest, her body relaxing as he carried her across the penthouse. It felt good to be held like this—pampered, cherished, cared for in a way she had rarely experienced before. There was something undeniably appealing about a man who was strong enough to lift her without effort but gentle enough to treat her with such tenderness.

They passed Min-seo, who stepped aside respectfully, her eyes following them with discreet interest. She noted the easy way Yurin melted into Joon-ho’s arms, the trust in her posture, the obvious affection between them. It was a sight that made something in her chest tighten—a reminder of what she had always wanted but had never found.

The bathroom door clicked shut behind them, and Min-seo was left alone in the main living area.

She returned to her duties with professional efficiency, clearing the remaining items from breakfast, wiping down surfaces, ensuring everything was restored to pristine condition. The penthouse was quiet now, the sounds of Seoul outside muted by the thick glass, the only noise the gentle hum of the air conditioning and her own movements.

But then she heard it.

At first, it was so faint she might have imagined it—a soft sound, barely audible, like a breath caught in surprise or pleasure. Min-seo paused, her hand hovering over the coffee service she was packing away, and listened.

There it was again— clearer this time. A whimper. Not of pain, but of something else entirely. Something softer, more intimate, more...

Min-seo’s eyes drifted toward the closed bathroom door. The sounds were coming from there, muffled by the heavy wood but still discernible to someone paying close attention. She could hear water moving, the gentle splashing of the tub being disturbed, the rhythmic sounds of bodies shifting position.

And then— unmistakable— the sound of a woman’s moan.

Min-seo felt a flush of heat spread through her body, starting in her cheeks and moving downward, settling between her thighs. She should look away, should focus on her work, should give them the privacy they deserved. But something held her in place, a fascination she couldn’t quite name, a curiosity that urged her to listen.

She moved closer to the bathroom door, not intentionally but drawn by an invisible force. The sounds became clearer as she approached—water sloshing, the soft smack of flesh against flesh, and Yurin’s voice, no longer trying to hold back.

"Ah... Oppa ... it’s so deep..."

The words were muffled but unmistakable, and Min-seo could picture the scene in her mind with vivid clarity. Yurin in the bathtub, surrounded by warm water and fragrant steam. Joon-ho behind her, his chest pressed to her back, his arms wrapped around her waist, his cock buried inside her, thrusting with slow, deliberate movements that built pleasure with every stroke.

Her own body responded to the mental image, her pussy growing wet, her nipples hardening beneath the fabric of her uniform. She remembered Joon-ho in just his boxer briefs earlier—the impressive bulge that had strained against the thin cotton, the definition of his muscular physique, the raw masculinity he had projected without any self-consciousness.

She could imagine him now, fully naked, his cock thick and demanding, filling Yurin completely. She could imagine the water rippling around their bodies, the scent of bath oils mixing with the musk of sex, the way Yurin’s moans would fill the steam-filled space.

Another sound filtered through the door— a sharper cry, followed by a wet slap that made Min-seo’s toes curl in her heels. Yoon-ho’s hips snapping forward, burying himself to the hilt, driving Yurin wild with pleasure.

"Oppa! Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop!"

Yurin’s voice was desperate now, her pleasure building toward something inevitable, and Min-seo felt her own body responding in sympathy. Her heart was beating faster, her breathing shallow, her pussy absolutely soaked. She had never been this aroused by just listening before—never felt this drawn to a scene she couldn’t see but could hear with perfect clarity.

Inside the bathroom, the reality was even more intense than Min-seo could imagine.

The oversized tub was indeed large, providing more than enough space for both of them. Joon-ho had positioned Yurin so she was leaning forward, her hands gripping the edge of the tub for support, her body bent at the waist, presenting herself to him. The water came up to her waist, covering her lower body while leaving her upper body exposed to the air.

He entered her from behind, his cock sliding into her already-wet pussy with ease. The water created a different kind of sensation—smoother, more fluid, the bath oil making everything incredibly slick. Joon-ho began to move, his hips snapping forward with controlled force, burying himself deep with each thrust.

At first, Yurin tried to hold back her moans, her lips pressed together, her face flushed with embarrassment at being so vocal. But it was impossible to contain the pleasure building within her. Each thrust hit spots that made her gasp, each withdrawal created delicious friction, each penetration filled her so completely that she couldn’t help but respond.

"Ah... ah... Oppa ..." Her moans escaped despite her efforts, growing louder with each thrust. "It feels so good... you’re hitting me everywhere..."

"That’s the point." His voice was rough with desire, his hands gripping her hips to hold her steady. "Take everything I give you."

The water sloshed around them, splashing over the edge of the tub as their movements grew more vigorous. Yurin’s body was on fire, every nerve ending alive with pleasure, her pussy clenching around him instinctively, milking his shaft with each thrust.

"I can’t... it’s too much..." Her warning came through gasps, her body trembling with approaching release. "I’m going to cum..."

"Do it." The command was rough, demanding. "Cum for me. Let me feel you squeezing my cock." 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Yurin’s body obeyed without conscious thought. Her pussy convulsed around him, her muscles clenching rhythmically, wave after wave of pleasure making her cry out, her back arching, her entire body shaking with the force of her release. The sensation was overwhelming, made more intense by the water surrounding them, by the way Joon-ho continued to thrust through her climax, drawing out every last spasm, every gasp, every tremor.

She was still trembling with aftershocks when Joon-ho’s own release came. With a guttural groan, he buried himself deep inside her and began to pour himself into her. His cock pulsed, thick spurts of cum flooding her womb, filling her with warmth that spread through her entire body. Yurin moaned at the sensation, her body still sensitive, her inner muscles instinctively milking him, drawing out every last drop.

They stayed like that for long moments, both catching their breath, the water gradually cooling around them. Yoon-ho’s arms wrapped around her waist, holding her close, his chest pressed against her back. Yurin leaned into him, her body limp with satisfaction, her muscles completely relaxed.

When they finally separated, Yurin felt weak in a way that had nothing to do with fatigue and everything to do with the intensity of her release. Her legs were unsteady when she tried to stand, and Joon-ho noticed immediately.

"Easy." He supported her weight effortlessly, helping her from the tub. "I’ve got you."