[A/N: Thank you guys for waiting <3 I appreciate it very much.]

Ah Reum's memory was failing her. She could not remember what time she arrived at her own apartment after that night with Chanyeol.

But, 

she could remember three things that happened. One, Chanyeol spanking her behind as he pushed her against the cold, hard wall, two, Chanyeol repeatedly groaning her name as she got down on her knees, Chanyeol calling for a third round

And a fourth round.

And a fifth round.

And she lost count how many times they reached peak point that night. 

At this point in time, with Chanyeol giving her invitations every single day, her body had admittedly been feeding on carnal desire. Her phone rang at seven thirty every night, for one week. It was crazy how a simple phone call could make her chest pulse. His lustful tone was a nice touch, by the way.

One call meant long hours of hot and strictly rough sessions, either in Chanyeol's apartment or hers. No gentle. None of that romance, as they agreed on.

Inevitably, Ah Reum constantly wondered why Chanyeol never demanded a "clothes-off" Ah Reum.. The only logical answer was right under her nose. Chanyeol was not interested in what she had to offer. He was more into flashy, fashionable women whom Ah Reum can never compete with, even if she had surprisingly full s. 

Undoubtedly, she was an assertive lady,  a lady also susceptible to insecurities from time to time. The more she put her head into it, the more she concerned herself on whether or not Chanyeol was enjoying their sessions. If that were the case, inconveniencing Chanyeol with her incapacity to be a tantalizing ual kitten would be a shame on her part.

"Something wrong? You're spacing out." Chanyeol inquired, wrapping his arms around her waist, giving her small bites on the shoulders, distracting her. Thanks.

They were inside Ah Reum's bedroom, Monday night. Typical.

"Nothing is wrong. Let us proceed with round two?" Ah Reum answered candidly. If there was one thing she excelled at, it was faking okay. Give this woman an Oscar.

Chanyeol knitted his brows together and examined her eyes before pulling out a pair of handcuffs from the back pocket of his jeans. "Time to play, Ah Reum."

Handcuffs. Right, he was into that kink. 

And so was she. 

Caught in a moment of astonishment at the handcuffs, Ah Reum felt her body being tossed on the lush, grey-lined sheets of her bed. Just as when Chanyeol was about to fasten the silver handcuffs against the headboard, Ah Reum stopped him.

"Would you like me to take my clothes off?" A brave question from her. Maybe Chanyeol just needed a push or two to go for fully-exposed Ah Reum. There, she had initiated, and it was bizarrely empowering. She saw how Chanyeol's pupils dilated at the question. Now, that was a sure fire sign that she had thrilled Chanyeol. 

"Nah. No need for that." Chanyeol broke it off decisively, and Ah Reum saw her self-esteem saying adios to her. From empowerment to embarrassment, real quick. The reason why Chanyeol's eyes widened was solely out of awkwardness. Right, it made sense. No living breathing would be delighted to see a monoton