Chapter 1 — Quenching Thirst on a Rainy Night

Rain falls. The sound of it against the car window always soaks a corner of my heart. How long had silence passed like this? As always, I found myself thinking of that café. A small, softly lit space with only about five tables. Once or twice a week, I'd come here to sip whiskey or cocktails and find a little peace. A place where piano melodies, like tonight's, felt perfectly suited to rainy nights…

“Laura's Sadness…”

I ordered my reserved cognac, sat down, put a cigarette between my lips, and stared blankly at the rain-streaked window, letting the piano music carry me.

A faint trace of Gucci perfume brushed past my nose. Black two-piece suit, long straight hair, and the soft swell of her chest barely visible beneath her shirt. I deliberately shifted my gaze to meet her eyes.

She hesitated, then smiled naturally and lightly offered a drink—like a quiet thank-you for being a regular.

“Hello.”

“Hi.”

“You always come around this time. I guess that's why I always think of you when this hour rolls around…”

“Really? I'm surprised. You seemed like you never noticed…”

“Haha.”

“Be my drinking companion tonight?”

“Drinking companion? Hmm… Well, it looks like there aren't many customers tonight, so… just a moment.”

Click, click, click—the crisp sound of high heels faded as she walked away. Probably going to talk to the owner.

A short while later, she returned.

“Looks like I'm lucky tonight. The owner said it's okay.”

“Oh, really? That's a relief. I thought the owner might be kind of short-tempered…”

“No, not at all. She's actually very warm-hearted.”

“Yeah. I guess you can't judge someone just by appearances.”

We exchanged light conversation. Before I knew it, the clock was nearing one in the morning. It was Friday night, and fatigue began to creep in.

“I think I should get going now.”

“Oh, really? That's a shame. Where do you live?”

“Yeah. In an apartment nearby. The one over there…”

“Really? Me too…”

We laughed at the coincidence.

“I'm in building 202, tenth floor…”

“The same building as me. I'm on twelve. That's really something.”

“It's raining—maybe that's why I feel a little down.”

“Yeah, I feel it too. Then… how about one more drink with me?”

“…Well, I can't promise anything, but… why don't you wait at my place? I'll come over as soon as I'm done. Can I have your card?”

I handed her my business card and left.

Back home, I took a shower, cracked open a beer, and was gazing out the window when a cheerful melody rang out.

“Hello?”

“It's me… from the café earlier…”

“Oh, hey… It's already three in the morning. Are you done?”

“Yeah. Um… I'm a little hungry, so I'll grab something nearby and come over.”

“What?”

“I just want to drink at home. Is that okay? Come to my place.”

“Alright. Need anything? More alcohol?”

“Haha, do I look like a liquor vendor? I've got everything. Just come with a light heart!”

I hung up, got ready, and headed downstairs.

I hesitated for a moment on the tenth floor when the elevator doors opened—and there she was. She greeted me with a bright smile.

“Aren't you tired?”

“It's fine. It's my job. I saw your name on the card. David!”

“Yeah. Haha.”

I opened the door and stepped into her place. The space was neat and carefully arranged.

Suddenly, she threw herself into my arms. I was flustered by the unexpected embrace.

“I… uh…”

“Just for a moment… stay like this…”

Silence passed between us.

“To be honest, I've wanted to spend time like this with you for a long time. I probably seemed indifferent, but it took me a lot of courage to say anything tonight.”

“I see… Thank you. I'm glad you thought of me that way.”

“Haha… Just wait a moment. I'll get things ready.”

She headed to the kitchen, and I went to the living room.

I was browsing through her collection of piano albums when she returned.

“I majored in music. Piano.”

“Wait, really?”

“Why? Don't believe me? Haha… Well, I guess I can see why. Let's have a drink…”

“Wow, you prepared all this already?”

“Oh, it's nothing… Haha. Here, have a drink.”

We clinked glasses and talked about life.

Already five in the morning… Our conversation, carried by the piano music, felt warm and easy.

“Time really flies. It's already five. Good times always pass too quickly. It's a shame.”

“Haha… I'm glad you feel that way. I studied music in the U.S., but then my parents divorced and there were financial issues, so I came back to Korea. What about you, David?”

“Ah, I see. I'm 32, working in marketing at a small foreign company.”

“Haha… Yeah, that's great! You've got a cool job!”

Her scent grew stronger with every passing moment.

“To be honest… I've really missed the scent of a man. I broke up with my boyfriend when I left America. I'm 28 now, and I co-own the bar I work at.”

“Oh, that's how it is. The scent of a man… Funny story, but I've actually missed the scent of a woman sometimes too. That's why I occasionally spray women's perfume in my room. Kind of a weird habit, huh? Haha.”

“Haha… You don't seem like that at all… Me? How do I smell?”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you think… I could be a partner sometimes? I'm not thinking about marriage, you know. I grew up in America, went to school there. You know what I mean, right?”

I was momentarily speechless. I stared at her, wide-eyed at her boldness. She grinned mischievously, dimples forming on her cheeks.

She moved closer, naturally. My heartbeat pounded loudly. And I trembled.

“You… mm…”

I silenced her lips with mine. Just for a moment…

I cupped her cheek in my hand. The taut, smooth skin felt incredible.

Her right hand unbuttoned my shirt and slipped inside, caressing my chest, then pinching my nipple with her thumb and forefinger.

I wanted to hold her breasts. And her firm, round ass…

My throat was dry. I was thirsty.

“I'm thirsty. Um… water…”

“Just a second…”

Before she finished speaking, she downed half a glass of cognac. She puffed her cheeks, looked at me with wide eyes, and gestured with her hand.

Slowly, she transferred the cognac from her mouth into mine. It tasted incredible.

At that moment, her hands grew busy. She unfastened my belt, pulled off my pants and shirt. Then her lips, which had just been on mine, trailed down my neck, behind my ear, across my chest.

She held an ice cube in one hand, and whenever my mouth felt dry, she placed it in, letting me swirl it like candy, while using her cold lips and tongue to tease my skin. The sound of her lips moving filled the living room, mixed with the occasional moan escaping me. I pressed my lips to her neck, tasting its faint saltiness, feeling a small shiver run through me.

“Be gentle… It's been so long since I've felt a man… I really like this. Stay with me tonight, for a long time.”

“I don't even know your name yet.”

“Grace… Grace Lee.”

“Grace… I want to stay with you too. For a long time. And feel everything deeply.”

The faint trace of Gucci perfume spreading from her neck and behind her ears excited me even more.

My hands and lips were busy. I caressed her full, firm breasts and hips as I pulled off her skirt. Her curves were perfect. The word “stunning” fit her exactly.

I sat her on the sofa and buried my face between her legs. I inhaled deeply. The mix of her perfume and her natural scent rose up, intoxicating.

“You're so beautiful. Your petals are turning me on even more.”

“Be gentle… I'm sensitive. Hoho…”

I explored her with my hands, feeling the softness of her pubic hair against my face.

Her skin was incredibly smooth. I tasted it with my tongue. I didn't know when, but her wetness welcomed my tongue—thick, warm. I loved that feeling.

I gently parted her lips and lightly flicked her hidden clitoris with my tongue. I felt the small tremors in her body and matched my rhythm to her moans, harmonizing with the piano music. It was as if I were playing her, carefully, savoring every note.

I spread her legs wider, laid her back on the sofa, then climbed on top of her, positioning myself so she could take me in whenever she wanted.

Now, I stimulated her clitoris with my tongue while teasing her entrance with my fingers. Her pussy was already wet, ready to welcome every part of me.

“Grace… it's warm… so good…”

“Your cock is so beautiful. I want to put it between my breasts.”

“What? What are you doing?”

“Feels good, right? Ah, I love this feeling. The roughness of your pubic hair, the heat of your cock…”

“Then feel it all. Ah… your expression… so damn sexy.”

“Hohoho…”

She kept my cock between her breasts for a while, clearly enjoying it. I was satisfied watching her like this. We were both completely satisfied with each other.

While we kept stimulating each other, the sky outside the curtains had already begun to brighten. Though we hadn't fully joined yet, it had been an intensely exciting and sweet night.

We lay in the living room, covered by a soft blanket, tightly wrapped in each other's arms. We felt the fresh April morning breeze brush against our cheeks…

How long had we slept? I turned my head to check the time. Three in the afternoon… Saturday afternoon… I quietly gazed at her, still sleeping peacefully beside me.

Her small lips, nose, eyes—especially her long, thick eyelashes—and her perky breasts with delicate nipples… absolutely perfect.

I was thirsty again. But not for water. For something else. Yes. Her pussy juice… I wanted to drink it so badly.

I slipped back under the blanket, gently parted her legs, and softly kissed around her petals.

A few minutes passed. Finally, the liquid I craved began to flow, accompanied by her moans and small tremors. She lifted her legs, helping me get into a better position.

“I was thirsty. I wanted to drink your pussy juice.”

“Mmm… ah… lick me a little more… then… you can quench your thirst… hahaha…”

I spread her pussy with both hands and gently licked her clitoris and inner lips. Clear, sticky liquid flowed out. It was an incredibly sweet and blissful moment.