Chapter 1 — Newlywed Story

I gently inserted the key into the lock and turned it. The slight buzz of alcohol made the door feel heavier than it was.

(Those damn friends of mine...)

Chasing me all the way to our honeymoon spot and dragging me out like that. No wonder our first night as newlyweds was completely ruined. She must be furious by now...

Dragging my weary feet into the house, I found the room dark. All the lights were off—only the soft glow of a bedside mood lamp illuminated the space.
Park Jenny lay face-down on the bed, still dressed in her wedding outfit, not even having changed clothes. Her slightly turned face bore faint traces of dried tears.

After enduring the stress and exhaustion of the wedding day, she'd been left alone—her groom pulled away by friends while she waited, guarding their bridal chamber. No wonder she'd cried herself to sleep.

Quietly, I wrapped my arms around her delicate shoulders and pressed a light kiss against her ear.

"Haah~"

"Mmm... You're back? Did your friends leave..?"

Her voice carried less irritation than sheer fatigue. I ignored her question, instead beginning to nibble gently at her earlobe.

Park Jenny had always been especially sensitive there—more than any other part of her body.

"Hnn—ugh... Honey, let me turn over. Move a little."

She shivered, drawing in a deep breath as her body began to warm. Probably struggling to breathe lying face-down, or perhaps already feeling the heat rising within her.

"No... I like you like this. Just for moment..."

I'd always loved holding Park Jenny from behind. From this angle, my hands could roam freely—especially over her breasts—and I could feel every subtle tremor in her slender shoulders.

Keeping my lips busy at her ear, I used one hand to support myself while the other began unbuttoning the front of her blouse.
She lifted her body slightly, helping my hand move more freely.

One by one, I undid each button until finally slipping the blouse down from her shoulders.
Her pale skin, bathed in the dim crimson glow of the lamp, was mesmerizing.

I gently bit her shoulder as I unhooked her bra, then slowly rolled her onto her back.

Her full, shyly upturned breasts beckoned to me.

"Why are you staring like that, honey? It's embarrassing..."

Flustered by my intense gaze, she grabbed the back of my head and pulled my lips to hers.

Her soft mouth and warm breath clouded my mind further, making my thoughts hazy—but my hands remained focused.

Her warm breasts welcomed my touch, growing hotter beneath my palms. Her nipples tightened instantly, taut with anticipation.

As good as her lips felt, my instincts demanded more. My mouth trailed lower—down her neck, across her collarbone, along the curve of her stomach.

She clung to my head, pressing my face tighter against her body, as if afraid I might pull away.

When my cheeks brushed against the soft weight of her breasts, they seemed to hold my lips hostage, reluctant to let me pass.

But my instinct wouldn't allow me to stop.

My lips continued downward, past her smooth abdomen, stopping just above the skirt still covering her.

Now it was time for my hands to leave the pleasure of her chest.

With my right hand, I unzipped her skirt. With my left, I slid over the plush curve of her thigh and slipped beneath the edge of her panties.

Her silk panties were already damp—soaked through. The thin, silky fabric sent a brief jolt through my fingers.

But I didn't pause long.

By the time I pulled her panties down past her knees and off at her ankles, her skirt had come off with them.

Now she lay completely naked.

This body—I'd never seen it before, despite three years of dating.
So precious, so protected. And now, finally, offered to me.

I buried my face between her thighs and gently kissed her outer lips.

A sudden tremor ran through her—like a tiny electric shock.

Afraid I might pull away, she gripped my head tighter, pulling me deeper into her.

While