Page 30 of From Paris to Seoul

“Um… I know I already stole your spare toothbrush, but do you happen to have a towel too? I’d love to take a shower and freshen up.”

“I do, actually.” I dug through my suitcase again, like it was some kind of magic bag filled with everything we needed. After a moment, I pulled out a fresh towel—and another clean T-shirt that could double as her pajamas for the night.

She accepted them with a grateful smile and disappeared into the shower—which, oddly enough, was right in the kitchen area. No walls, no separation. Just a shower booth. “Interesting layout,” she muttered, crinkling her nose before closing the door.

While waiting for my turn, I tidied up the tiny desk where we’d eaten and unfolded the sofa into a bed. The place wasn’t much, but it had its charms.

After we both showered, I found Seo-yeon standing by the window, gazing out at the shimmering Paris skyline—being onthe seventh floor meant we had a perfect glimpse of the city’s lights.

I stepped behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist, and pressed a light kiss to her neck. Her skin was cool, carrying the fresh, clean scent of soap.

“So,” I murmured, lips close to her ear. “Want to check out the gifts we picked for each other?”

I felt the warmth rise in her body as she tensed slightly in my arms. Then she let out a small huff. “I panicked and had no idea if you were serious or just messing with me,” she admitted, sounding a little annoyed. “So I just grabbed this.”

With a sigh, she pulled a bright-red eye mask, trimmed with delicate lace, from her bag and waved it in front of me.

I burst out laughing, easily picturing her flustered expression as she hurried to check out with the lacy red mask at the adult shop earlier tonight.

“Well, thank you,” I teased, smirking. “At least it’ll be useful on the plane.”

Before she could say anything, I tilted her chin up and captured her lips in an open-mouthed kiss—because, honestly, I couldn’t wait any longer.

I shivered with delight when she matched my movements, her lips parting with the same hunger, devouring me as eagerly as I did her. But before we lost ourselves completely, I reached for the light switch, letting shadows spill across the room.

A small protest escaped her lips, followed by a quiet gasp as I eased her onto the bed. Even in the dim light, we found each other effortlessly, our clothes slipping away, discarded onto the floor in a hushed urgency. The sound of her breath—shallow, expectant—sent warmth pulsing through me.

I captured her lips again, then traced a slow path down her body, my mouth finding the sensitive curve of her neck, the swell of her breasts, the hardened peaks that begged for attention.

Lower still, my fingers brushed against the heat pooling between her thighs, feeling the slickness that told me she was ready for me.

But not yet.

I wanted her to feel everything—to explore every sensation her body had to offer.

I moved lower, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss between her thighs.

“What are you… No…” she started, her voice unsteady. But as I continued teasing and licking, her words dissolved into a breathless moan. “Oh. Baekhyun…”

That was all the encouragement I needed.

I grew bolder, my tongue caressing, exploring, while my fingers slipped inside her effortlessly, seeking out the spot that would make her shudder with pleasure. Her body arched, back lifting off the bed, a silent cry caught in her throat as waves of sensation washed over her. Her thighs trembled around me, and I knew—

That’s one.

“Baekhyun, what are you—”

I caught her lips before she could finish, kissing her deeply, letting her taste the remnants of her own desire.

“I was right,” I murmured against her mouth, grinning. “You do taste like a peach.”

I could feel her glare even in the faint lighting. But that was fine—because soon enough, she wouldn’t be thinking about it at all.

Putting my own needs aside for now, I reached for the ‘gift’ on the nightstand and switched it on. A steady, low buzzing filled the room.

“What is that sound?” Seo-yeon’s breath was still uneven, a note of curiosity in her tone.

I didn’t answer. Instead, I pressed it gently against the sensitive mound of her core. Her reaction was immediate—a sharp inhale, then a long, trembling moan as her fingers gripped the bedsheets, as if they were her only anchor in the storm of pleasure.

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