After months of being apart, meeting Myung-ho again seemed like a dream. He was there, standing in front of me, with that confident smile that made my heart race.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” he said, his voice soft but full of something that left me disconcerted.

“A long time,” I replied, looking away, trying to hide how much I missed him.

Myung-ho approached slowly, his eyes fixed on me as if he was trying to decipher something.

“Tell me something…” he began, with a casual tone, but with a hint of provocation. “Did you ever… while we were apart… touch yourself thinking about me?”

My face instantly caught fire. I tried to hide it, but he was so close that I had nowhere to run.

“N-No! Of course not!” I answered quickly, maybe too quickly.

He arched an eyebrow, his mischievous smile widening.

“Yes. How many times, my dear?”

“None!” — I shouted, my voice cracking, but he didn’t back down.

“Many,” he said with conviction, his eyes shining with mischief. “I mean, none!” I repeated, trying to regain control of the situation.

Myung-ho tilted his head, analyzing my reaction as if he was savoring my confusion. Then he leaned even closer, his voice now low and almost a whisper.

“Then show me… how you do it.”

“I’m just asking for a demonstration,” he said, his tone teasing. “Or are you embarrassed?”