Swallowed

In front of Se-yeong was Baek Je-ha, who was full of life and just turned twenty years old. Nevertheless, nothing had changed from when she first met him, a 17-year-old boy who was full of youth, in front of the music room. Blatant interest, favoring, affection. None of it had changed. No, it could be said it deepened during the time she did not see him. “I want to hold hands, go on a date, and kiss Senior. I saved all my firsts to do with Han Se-yeong.” “Then… do it. With me.” Se-yeong pressed her lips as if she were stamping them. Even though she was pressing on his lips, Je-ha was so madly happy that his breath became rough. Je-ha instinctively pushed his tongue inside. As if very de...