Chapter 110: Jun’s Aftercare

The bathroom was a sanctuary of white marble and gold accents, the air already beginning to steam as Jun carried Hana inside. He moved with an effortless strength, but as he shifted his grip to finally release her, the movement caused his cock to slide out of her in one slow, heavy glide.

“Haa…!” Hana let out a sharp, shuddering moan, her body spasming violently.

The sudden absence of him felt like a physical void. Her internal muscles, still tight and overstimulated from the intensity of the encounter, clamped down one last time in a desperate, involuntary reflex. She clung to his neck, her breath coming in jagged hitches, her entire frame trembling from the residual electricity of the climax.

Jun carefully lowered her, easing her down onto a soft, padded bath stool. As her backside made contact with the surface, Hana let out a small, pained whimper. The soreness of her first time was finally catching up to her; the skin of her pussy felt raw and overstretched, and a dull, throbbing ache had begun to settle deep in her lower back and waist.

“Ouch…” she whispered, shifting her weight awkwardly. “It… it hurts.”

Jun didn’t answer immediately. He stepped away to the walk-in shower, turning the handle. The sound of rushing water filled the room, and a cloud of warm, scented steam began to billow around them, softening the harsh lines of the marble.

Hana leaned back against the side of the oversized bathtub, trying to find a position that didn’t make her wince. She felt completely drained, her muscles feeling like lead, her skin humming with a lingering, hypersensitive heat. She looked at Jun, who was standing under the spray, the water slicking his toned muscles and running down his chest.

“You’re too wild, Oppa,” Hana complained, her voice a mix of a pout and a needy whimper. “I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck. My whole body is… it’s all sore.”

Jun turned toward her, a playful, predatory glint in his eyes. He stepped out of the shower, the water dripping from his skin, and leaned over her, his presence once again filling her vision.

“Is that so?” he teased, his voice a low, vibrating rumble. “I thought you were enjoying it. In fact, you were begging me to go harder. Tell me, Hana… do you want more? Or can you really not handle me?”

Hana puffed out her cheeks, pouting as she looked away, though her face remained a deep, lingering crimson. “I can handle you! I just… I need a break!”

She paused, a thought crossing her mind. She thought of Sora—the “Iron Lady” who always appeared so poised, elegant, and refreshed every morning, regardless of how late she had been with Jun.

How does she do it? Hana wondered, a flicker of curiosity and slight intimidation crossing her mind. How does Sora handle him and still look like she hasn’t been completely wrecked?

Jun noticed her distant expression and let out a soft chuckle. He reached for a sponge and a bottle of gentle cleanser, stepping closer to her.

“Stop thinking so much,” he murmured, his voice softening.

He began to wash her, his touch transitioning from the aggressive dominance of the bedroom to a tender, meticulous care. He started with her shoulders, the warm water and soft sponge soothing her tired muscles. Hana let out a long, shaky sigh, her body finally beginning to relax under his touch, her eyes fluttering shut as she surrendered to the comfort of his care.

Jun’s movements were slow and deliberate, his touch a stark contrast to the raw power he had exerted in the bedroom. He gently guided Hana’s legs apart, his fingers steady as he helped her open herself up. As he began to clean her, the warm water cascaded over her skin, but it couldn’t wash away the visceral reality of what had happened.

As the sponge brushed against her, Hana let out a soft, shaky moan. She could feel the mixture of blood and semen—the evidence of her lost virginity—slowly sliding out of her.

“Haa… Oppa…” she whimpered, her voice trembling. “I can feel it… it’s starting to leak.”

She felt the thick, warm fluid shifting inside her, moving sluggishly as Jun cleaned her. The sensation was strange and overwhelming; every touch of the sponge felt magnified, sending ripples of sensitivity through her core. She felt exposed, not just physically, but emotionally, as Jun meticulously cared for her.

Seeing her wince slightly, Jun reached for a soft towel, soaking it in warm water. He didn’t just wash her; he used the warm, damp cloth to gently massage the area around her pussy and thighs, helping her muscles relax and soothing the raw, overstretched skin.

“There you go,” he murmured, his voice is soothing and relaxing. “Just relax, Hana.”

Hana let out a long, shaky breath, her body finally melting under his care. “Haa… ahhh…” she sighed, the sound a soft, airy release of tension. The warmth of the water and the tenderness of his touch were acting like a sedative, easing the dull ache in her waist and the stinging sensation between her legs.

She leaned her head back, her eyes fluttering shut as she let out another low, contented moan. “Mm… it feels so good, Oppa…”

She felt a profound sense of safety, a feeling of being cherished that made her heart swell. For the first time since the encounter began, the tension in her muscles completely dissolved, leaving her floating in a state of pure, liquid peace.

Once he was satisfied that she was clean, Jun reached down and gripped her waist, lifting her effortlessly from the stool and easing her into the oversized bathtub.

The warm water engulfed them both as they sank into the tub. Hana let out a contented moan, her body floating in the heat. She leaned back against the porcelain, her muscles finally letting go, her eyes half-closing in a state of pure, liquid relaxation.

However, as she settled, she felt something hard and pulsing pressing firmly against her back.

Hana’s eyes snapped open. She shifted slightly, and the sensation only intensified. Jun’s cock was still hard—completely unsatisfied despite the intensity of their encounter. The sheer size of him was an oppressive weight against her spine, a reminder that his appetite was far greater than her endurance.

She reached back, her fingers grazing the length of him through the water. A small, playful pout formed on her lips.

“You’re so naughty, Oppa,” she whispered, her voice returning to its coy, teasing tone. “You’ve already wrecked me… and yet, this naughty cock is still so hard. You’re just… greedy.”

Jun let out a low, amused chuckle, his chest vibrating against her back. He didn’t apologize; instead, he pressed himself closer, his girth grinding slightly against her.

“Can you blame me?” he murmured, his voice thick with lingering desire. “You’re a very tempting woman, Hana.”

Hana giggled, the sound light and airy. As she shifted her weight, the water sloshed softly around them, a gentle splosh echoing against the porcelain as she turned her head.

She pressed her lips to his shoulder, the contact making a wet, sliding sound—shlup—as she lingered there, her breath warm against his skin. She felt a surge of affection for him, a feeling of belonging that outweighed the soreness of her body.

She shifted again, the water swirling and splashing against their skin with every small movement, the sound amplifying the intimacy of the moment. She pressed another soft, lingering kiss to the curve of his neck, a small mwah sound escaping as she pulled away. As they soaked together in the warm water, the silence of the bathroom felt intimate and sacred, a quiet aftermath to the storm they had just weathered.

In the sun-drenched silence of her Italian villa, Elena Vogue lay reclined in her chair, her chest heaving in slow, rhythmic pulses. The private feed of the livestream was still flickering across her vision, but she was barely paying attention to the images of Jun carrying Hana toward the bathroom. She was floating in the heavy, shimmering afterglow of a climax that had left her feeling completely undone.

She lay there for a few minutes, her skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat, her muscles still twitching with residual electricity. She felt a strange, hollow ache in her core—a craving that the simulation had ignited and her own fingers had only partially satisfied. For the first time in her life, the “connoisseur of pleasure” felt like she had only tasted the appetizer.

Just as she was beginning to drift into a drowsy, satisfied haze, a sharp, insistent knock sounded at her bedroom door.

“Elena! Are you in there?” a voice called out—a voice that sounded strikingly similar to Elena’s, but with a slightly more playful, energetic edge.

The door swung open before Elena could respond. In walked Isabella, Elena’s younger sister. Isabella was a mirror image of Elena in terms of striking beauty, but she possessed a more explosive femininity. Her hair was a cascade of gold, and her chest was a staggering sight, dwarfing even the proportions of Sora.

Isabella walked in completely naked, her skin glowing in the afternoon light. She looked as though she had just stepped out of a shower, though the flush on her cheeks and the glazed look in her eyes suggested she had been occupied with her own “private” viewing.

“Did you see it?” Isabella asked, her voice breathy and urgent. She didn’t even bother to cover herself, her large breasts swaying with every step as she approached her sister. “The livestream. I just took my visor off. God, Elena… who is that man?”

Elena looked at her sister, seeing the same hunger in Isabella’s eyes that she had felt moments ago. “He’s a Prime, Isabella. A very… special Prime.”

Isabella let out a shaky sigh, her hand drifting down to her own drenched thighs. “I can’t stop thinking about it. I’ve never felt anything like that. The way he handled her… the way he filled her… it was like my entire body was screaming for him.”

Isabella climbed onto the bed, her movements feline and predatory. She looked at the screen, where Jun was tending to Hana, and a look of pure, unadulterated smittenness crossed her face. “His face, his body… and that cock. He’s exactly my type. No, he’s beyond my type. He’s a god.”

She turned to Elena, her eyes shimmering with a sudden, desperate ambition. “Elena, you have connections. Do you think… do you think I could join the Academy? As a special student? Or a transfer? I don’t care what it takes. I need to feel that for real. I can’t go back to normal life knowing a man like that exists.”

Elena looked at her sister, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. She knew the rigidity of the Academy, but she also knew that for a woman of Isabella’s stature and beauty, there were always ways to bend the rules.

“It wouldn’t be easy,” Elena admitted, her voice returning to its composed, sophisticated tone. “But for you? I might be able to make a call. I know a few people in the administration who would be… interested in a woman like you.”

Isabella let out a squeal of delight, throwing her arms around Elena in a tight hug. “Really?! You would do that for me? Oh, thank you, Elena!”

Suddenly, Isabella froze, her eyes widening in panic. She glanced at the clock on the wall.

“Oh my god! I’m late!” she cried. “I have afternoon duty at the church! I can’t be late again or Sister Beatrice will have my head!”

In a blur of motion, Isabella scrambled off the bed and bolted toward the bathroom, her large breasts bouncing with every frantic step. “I have to shower! I’m a mess!” she shouted over her shoulder, the bathroom door slamming shut behind her.

Elena watched her sister vanish, a small, amused smile playing on her lips. She looked back at the screen, then slowly reached for her phone.

“Church duty,” Elena whispered to herself, a hint of irony in her voice. “Poor Sister Beatrice has no idea what’s coming for her.”

She began to dial a number, her mind already calculating the best way to slide Isabella into the Academy’s orbit.