Lost in translation

Chapter 19: Confrontations and Decisions

"Touch me," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. "Make me come."

He obliged, his hand finding its way to her p***y. He rubbed her c**t, his fingers sliding inside her, making her gasp. She was so wet, so ready for him. He added another finger, his thumb rubbing her c**t in circles, his pace increasing with her moans.

"You're so wet, Eve," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "I can't wait to be inside you."

"Then don't wait," she replied, her voice breathless. "f**k me, Min-jun. Now."

He didn't need to be told twice. He positioned himself at her entrance, his c**k hard and ready. He pushed in, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed inside her. They both groaned, their bodies fitting together perfectly.

He started to move, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm, meeting each thrust, her nails digging into his thighs. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, mingling with their moans and groans.

"f**k, Eve," Min-jun groaned, his voice strained. "You feel so good. I'm not going to last."

"Come inside me, Min-jun," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "I want to feel you come."

That was all it took. With a final thrust, he came, his c**k pulsing inside her. The feeling of him coming undone pushed Evelyn over the edge. She came, her body convulsing, her p***y pulsing around his c**k. She squirted, her juices soaking the sheets beneath them.

They lay there for a moment, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths ragged. Then, Evelyn pushed Min-jun onto his back and straddled him. She rode him, her hips moving in a steady rhythm, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. Min-jun reached up, his hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs rubbing her n*****s.

"You like that, don't you?" she asked, her voice sultry. "You like watching me ride your cock."

"Yes," he groaned, his hands moving to her hips, guiding her movements. "I love it. You're so f*****g sexy, Eve."

She leaned down, her lips capturing his in a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced, their bodies moved in sync, their moans filling the room. Min-jun reached between them, his fingers finding her c**t. He rubbed it in circles, his pace increasing with her moans.

"Come for me, Evelyn," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "Come on my cock."

She did, her body convulsing, her p***y pulsing around him. He came with her, his c**k pulsing inside her, his groans mingling with hers.

They changed positions, Min-jun on his knees, Evelyn on her hands and knees in front of him. He entered her from behind, his hands gripping her hips, his thrusts hard and deep. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, mingling with their moans and groans.

"f**k, Eve," Min-jun groaned, his voice strained. "You feel so good. I'm not going to last."

"Come inside me, Min-jun," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "I want to feel you come."

That was all it took. With a final thrust, he came, his c**k pulsing inside her. The feeling of him coming undone pushed Evelyn over the edge. She came, her body convulsing, her p***y pulsing around his c**k. Her legs began to shake uncontrollably, her body wracked with pleasure.

They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths ragged. They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating in sync. They kissed, their lips lingering, their tongues dancing. They fell asleep like that, their bodies still joined, their hearts still racing.

The next morning, Min-jun woke up early, got ready for work, and left without waking Evelyn. He arrived at his office, where Ms. Joen was waiting for him. She walked alongside him, her expression stormy.

“Why did you cancel the contract between our families?” Hani demanded as soon as they entered his office.

Min-jun sat down and gestured for her to lower her voice. “Hani, please keep your voice down.”

“How can I calm down when our contract was canceled?” Hani’s voice was filled with frustration.

“I got a better deal, and I couldn’t refuse it,” Min-jun explained calmly.

Hani’s face turned red with anger. She stormed out of the room and immediately called Mrs. Cha. “Min-jun canceled the contract! It was the only way I could get married to him.”

An hour later, Mrs. Cha stormed into Min-jun’s building, her face a mask of fury. Her eyes blazed with anger, and her lips were pressed into a thin line. Without a word, she marched up to Min-jun and slapped him hard across the face, the sound echoing in the room.

“Why did you cancel the contract with the Joen family?” she demanded, her voice trembling with rage.

Tae quickly stepped in to separate them. “Please, calm down.”

Min-jun rubbed his cheek, his expression resolute. “I don’t want to get married to Hani.”

Mrs. Cha’s eyes widened in disbelief, her face turning a deep shade of red. “That’s not possible. You are already engaged to her,” she spat out, her voice rising with each word.

She then took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. “You will come to dinner tonight,” she said, her tone icy. “The Joen family is coming over to select the wedding date. Be on time,” she ordered before turning on her heel and storming out of the office, her heels clicking sharply against the floor.

Hani, who had been standing just outside the office, overheard the entire confrontation. She rushed in, her face pale and eyes wide with shock. “Min-jun, what have you done?” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Min-jun looked at her, his expression unyielding. “I did what I had to do, Hani.”

Hani’s eyes filled with tears. “You don’t understand. This contract was everything to us.”

Min-jun’s face softened slightly, but his resolve remained. “I’m sorry, Hani. But I can’t marry you. It wouldn’t be fair to either of us.”

Hani’s tears spilled over, and she turned away, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. “You don’t know what you’ve done,” she said, her voice breaking. “You’ve ruined everything.”

She fled the office, leaving Min-jun standing there, his heart heavy with the weight of his decisions. Frustrated, he grabbed a flowerpot and slammed it onto the floor, shattering it. Tae handed him a trophy from his desk. “Here, vent your anger on this too.”

Min-jun looked at Tae incredulously. “Are you mad? Why would you give me your trophy?”

Tae shrugged. “I thought you might be clueless after throwing the pot, so I gave you the trophy as soon as possible.”

Min-jun couldn’t help but chuckle despite his anger. “Thanks, Tae but I don't have to slam the trophy, it's too precious.”