Story 1: **Young & Rich & Handsome & Big**
What she thought was just a dream—sex so unreal it felt like a fantasy—had actually happened.
She woke up with her throat parched, only to find Jaewon asleep, holding her in his arms. They must have both passed out right after climaxing, completely spent. Of course, the sudden rush of alcohol had played a part too.
Seoin almost screamed in shock, but she couldn’t risk waking her friend Jaehee, who was dead asleep in her own room and would only make things more complicated. So she swallowed her scream and tried to think as calmly as possible.
What was done was done. There was no turning back.
For now, she just needed to escape.
She couldn’t even breathe properly until she’d made it all the way outside.
Only after she slid into her car in the underground parking lot did Seoin finally let out a deep breath and start blaming herself.
“Yoon Seoin, you’ve lost your mind! How could you… with your friend’s younger brother… doing that… and drunk, no less. While your friend was asleep. Are you an animal?”
Seoin slammed both fists hard against the steering wheel.
“Ha… What am I supposed to do now? What do I do?”
She ranted like a madwoman, shuddered, but nothing could undo what had happened, and there was no way out of it.
“Guess I really am an animal, Yoon Seoin.”
How could the memory of sex with Jaewon—how incredible and ecstatic it was—still be so clear in her mind, even now?
Seoin hadn’t realized until then that that night had been planned and what kind of retaliation this young man might have in store for her. Could Yoon Seoin truly resist the temptations of this younger man?
Story 2: **The Secretary's Counterattack**
Jaehee can't stop noticing Sunwoo sitting beside her, her nerves tingling as the steamy scene on the screen seems to ignite something deep within her. Her body feels feverish, as if she's come down with an unshakable heat. Desperate to cool off, she reaches for her water—only for her hand to brush against Sunwoo's. Embarrassed, she quickly pulls away, but Sunwoo remains calm, handing her the water as if nothing happened.
But when she mutters that she needs something colder, Sunwoo rises to fetch ice. As he tries to drop a cube into her glass, it slips and lands between her thighs. The shock of cold makes her gasp, and Sunwoo, flustered, reaches to retrieve the ice—his hand grazing her most sensitive spot. The accidental touch leaves Jaehee breathless and blushing, her mind racing with thoughts she can't control.
When Sunwoo offers to help dry her, Jaehee's gaze lingers on his strong hands, imagining what it would feel like if he touched her more intimately. Torn between reason and desire, Jaehee finally gives in to his sweet kiss, unaware that everything was part of a plan crafted by her friend of thirty years. As their relationship takes an unexpected turn, what will become of the friendship that always felt closer than any other?
Story 3: **The Freshman's Counterattack**
"Ah, ah! Senior!"
Who could have imagined a day like this? A day when I would have such a secret meeting with him in the quiet space of the library.
Ever since I opened my eyes to sex, we had been sharing intimate moments almost every day, yet I still couldn't believe this relationship was real.
"Hah..., ugh."
Above all, I never expected this man to be so skilled at sex. He could instantly sense what was sensitive and what would drive me wild, adjusting his strength and rhythm to deliver pleasure.
As he slipped his hand into the slickness, he began to stimulate my clitoris, building up to the final climax.
Story 4: **Not Gentle**
Their feelings are out in the open, but no promises have been made about the future. Still, drawn together by irresistible desire, they share a passionate kiss, shedding their clothes as they move to the living room. On the spacious sofa, their bodies collapse together, discarded clothes flying through the air. Clad only in their underwear, they lock eyes, tenderly running fingers through each other's hair as their breaths grow ragged.
"Hana."
"Yes, Director?"
"I might be far less gentle than you imagine. Especially in bed."
A sly smile curves his lips. Hana blinks slowly, her heart pounding.
"But if you want, I can be as gentle as you like..."
"You don't have to be gentle."
Jinwook softly brushes Hana's hair back and caresses her cheek.
"I've always imagined this."
Hana's face flushes with heat. Every time a new product launched at work, she would take one home, claiming it was for her boyfriend, but always ended up using it alone. And every time, her mind would wander to Jinwook—imagining what it would be like if the cold, aloof man she knew unleashed his passion in bed. The pleasure and satisfaction she felt in those moments were indescribable. Tonight, she hopes those fantasies will finally become reality and fulfill her deepest desires.
"Then, as much as you want."
Bonus Story: **Let Me Put Out the Fire**
"Wow, seriously... wow!"
A storm of indescribable emotions swirled inside her. How could he act so calm and collected? Facing him, Seonghee felt her heart pounding so wildly she could barely keep her composure. He would never know just how hard she worked to hide it.
"'Come in for a cup of coffee?' Is he insane? How can he be so shameless?"
No matter how much she cursed under her breath, her unsettled feelings refused to die down. And how could they? No matter how many years had passed, when it came to Nam Taejoo, Han Seonghee had never been rational. Back in her dazzling twenties, Nam Taejoo was her world—her everything. Maybe that's why those feelings still linger.
"Still the same, huh? But are you really the Nam Taejoo I used to know? How can someone change so much?"
With a loud thud, Seonghee slammed an empty water bottle onto the table and glared fiercely at the wall that separated her from the next apartment.
Tonight, sleep would be impossible. Maybe she'd never sleep soundly again. Now that she knew Nam Taejoo lived next door, her insomnia is bound to return. Every time she closes her eyes, she'll be dragged back to that hellish night nine years ago, as if time itself has frozen. The nightmare plays on an endless loop. Maybe it's better not to sleep at all....
