The cool air that finally touched Cheong’s sweat-soaked skin brought her an almost euphoric relief. But there was no time to savor it. Yeon-yeong’s fingers moved up from her neck to her jaw, sending a stream of sweat pouring out from the areas previously covered.

Her fingers paused for a moment, as if feeling the texture of the sweat between them, rubbing it gently together.

“Oh my. Is this sweat? My, how strange.”

“Yeon-yeong, let’s stop here, okay? I admit I was a bit naughty, but it was all in good fun, right? I trust you, Yeon-yeong. You wouldn’t go …