Touch Therapy: Where Hands Go, Bodies Beg-Chapter 361: Fox’s Play (1)

Joon-ho’s patience snapped, and he pulled Mirae into a deep, demanding kiss. She melted against him, her mouth opening willingly, her tongue tangling with his in an immediate, hungry exploration. There was no buildup, no gradual testing of the waters—just pure, unfiltered desire from the moment their lips met.

His hands roamed her body with practiced confidence, discovering what lay beneath the costume. The top might have been designed to showcase her breasts, but there was nothing underneath it—no bra, no barrier between his touch and her skin. His palms cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, which hardened instantly at his attention.

"I noticed you decided to forego underwear." Joon-ho murmured against her lips, his hand sliding down to her waist, then lower to the short skirt. "That was thoughtful of you."

"Easier access." Mirae’s smile was playful, her hand moving to the front of his pants, her fingers tracing the outline of his growing erection. "And I know how much you appreciate convenience."

His hand slipped beneath her skirt, exploring the bare skin of her thighs, then higher to cup her ass. Her skin was smooth and warm, completely uncovered, and when his fingers squeezed her buttocks, Mirae let out a soft gasp of pleasure.

But it was when his hand moved toward her center that he noticed something—her pussy was completely smooth, freshly shaven, and already wet with anticipation. And then his fingers brushed against something unexpected, something that made him pause in pleasant surprise.

"What’s this?" His voice was curious, his fingers exploring the sensation. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Mirae’s lips curved into a knowing smile. "The tail has to attach to something, doesn’t it? It’s not just stuck on with tape—that would look ridiculous on camera. The designers created something more realistic."

She turned slightly, giving him a better view, and Joon-ho’s breath caught at what he saw. The fox tail wasn’t attached externally—it emerged from within her, connected to an anal plug that was buried deep inside her. The plug was substantial, designed to fill her completely, and from the way she shifted her hips, it was clearly providing her with constant stimulation.

"It’s a fox spirit tradition." Mirae explained, though her tone was clearly amused. "Mythologically speaking, the fox’s power comes from below, from the base of its spine. The costume designers thought it would be appropriate to incorporate that into the design. Plus..." Her eyes danced with mischief. "It feels incredible. Having something inside me, constantly reminding me of what I am, what I could be... it adds a certain intensity to the performance."

Joon-ho’s fingers returned to the plug, exploring its shape and size, testing how it moved within her. Each touch drew a reaction from Mirae—a gasp, a shiver, a soft moan—as the stimulation pushed her closer to the edge of pleasure.

"Ingenious." He murmured, genuinely impressed. "The designers really did think of everything."

"They’re professionals." Mirae replied, her breath hitching as his fingers pressed against the plug. "And they understand that the best costumes don’t just cover the body—they enhance it, transform it, make it into something more."

She pressed closer, her body molding against his, her breasts rubbing against his chest. "But enough about the costume. I didn’t bring you here to discuss design philosophy. I brought you here because I want you, Joon-ho. Right now, in this studio, wearing this costume, being exactly who I am."

Her hand continued to work at his pants, her fingers deftly undoing the button and zipper, freeing his cock from its confines. The air was cool against his skin, but Mirae’s touch was warm and determined as she wrapped her fingers around his length, stroking him with confident movements.

Joon-ho responded in kind, his hands exploring her body, rediscovering her curves, her sensitive spots, the ways she liked to be touched. His mouth found hers again, deepening the kiss, his tongue claiming hers as his hands moved with deliberate purpose.

"You’ve been spending a lot of time with Seo-yeon lately." Mirae’s voice was slightly breathless, her words coming between kisses. "I hear things, you know. About dinner at his apartment, about her joining your inner circle, about how accepting the others are of her."

She pulled back slightly, her eyes meeting his with a mixture of desire and something sharper. "I’m not jealous, exactly. I understand that Seo-yeon needs your help, that she’s in a difficult situation. But that doesn’t mean I don’t miss having your attention. And it certainly doesn’t mean I’m going to let myself be forgotten."

Her fingers tightened around his cock, her strokes becoming more deliberate. "So I’m going to remind you of what you have here. What you’ve always had with me. And I’m going to make sure you don’t forget who your first love in this industry really is."

Joon-ho’s response was immediate. He captured her mouth again, kissing her with a ferocity that matched her own, his hands gripping her waist, pulling her flush against him. There was no holding back now, no pretense of restraint.

"Then tempt me." He challenged her, his voice rough with desire. "Seduce me, Mirae. Show me what you’ve got. Because if you want my attention, you’re going to have to earn it."

Mirae’s eyes lit up with competitive fire. She pushed him back toward the chair he’d been sitting in earlier, her strength surprising him. When his legs hit the edge, he sank into it without resistance, and Mirae followed him down, straddling his hips, her skirt riding up to reveal her bare legs and the fox tail swishing behind her.

She sank onto his cock in one smooth movement, her body stretching to accommodate him, her inner walls clamping down around him as she took him deep. The sensation was incredible—her warmth, her tightness, the way she moved against him with practiced skill.

Mirae began to ride him, her hips moving in a rhythm that was immediately satisfying. She was talented, experienced, and she knew exactly how to please him—how to move, how to squeeze, how to use her body to draw out maximum pleasure for both of them. The fox tail swished with each movement, adding visual stimulation to the overwhelming physical sensations.

Joon-ho’s hands gripped her waist, his fingers digging into her skin, controlling the pace, intensifying the contact. He watched her face as she moved—her eyes half-closed in pleasure, her mouth parted in soft cries, her cheeks flushed with desire. This was Mirae in her element, the actress and the lover combined, giving herself completely to the moment.

"God, you feel so good." She moaned, her head falling back. "I missed this—missed having you inside me, missed the way you fill me up."

"Show me how much you missed it." Joon-ho’s voice was rough, his grip on her hips tightening. "Ride me like you mean it, Mirae. Don’t hold back."

She didn’t. Her movements became more urgent, more demanding, her hips grinding against him with increasing intensity. Each thrust drove him deeper, each movement sent waves of pleasure through both their bodies. The fox tail continued to swish, a constant visual reminder of the costume, of the role she was playing, of the fantasy they were living out together.

Joon-ho matched her pace, his hips lifting from the chair to meet her movements, driving into her with force that made her cry out. The sounds of their coupling filled the studio—the slap of skin against skin, the soft moans and gasps, the creak of the chair under their combined weight. It was raw, uninhibited, and incredibly arousing.

"I want it rough." Mirae’s voice was demanding, her eyes locked on his. "Hard, Joon-ho. Fuck me like you mean it. Like you’re trying to remind me who I belong to."

"Be careful what you wish for." Joon-ho’s warning was genuine, but his eyes held the same fire she saw in hers. "Because once I start, I won’t stop until I’m satisfied."

"Good." Mirae’s smile was fierce. "That’s exactly what I want."

Joon-ho’s control snapped, and he took charge of the encounter completely. His hands moved from her waist to her breasts, cupping them through the fox costume top, his fingers finding her nipples and pinching them hard. Mirae cried out at the sensation, her back arching, her inner muscles clenching around him in response.

He grabbed her by the waist, lifting her slightly and then slamming her down onto his cock, repeating the movement with increasing force. Each thrust was powerful, deliberate, designed to push her to her limits and beyond. Mirae’s moans grew louder, more desperate, her body trembling with the intensity of what she was experiencing.

The fox tail swished wildly behind her as they moved, the anal plug shifting inside her with each thrust, adding another layer of sensation to the overwhelming pleasure. She was being filled from both ends, stimulated in ways she’d never experienced before, and it was pushing her rapidly toward the edge.

"Joon-ho, please..." She begged, her voice breaking. "I’m close... so close..."

"Not yet." He denied her release, his movements becoming even more demanding. "You wanted it rough, Mirae. You’re going to take everything I give you first."

He continued to fuck her with relentless intensity, his hips driving upward with force that made her entire body shake. The chair creaked beneath them, protesting the abuse, but neither of them cared. All that mattered was the pleasure, the release, the connection between them that burned bright and hot.

Joon-ho could feel his own release building, the pressure mounting in his balls, the need to cum becoming impossible to ignore. He watched Mirae’s face, saw the pleasure overwhelming her, saw the way her eyes rolled back when he hit particularly sensitive spots.

"Look at me." He commanded. "Keep your eyes open. I want you to see who’s fucking you."

Mirae forced her eyes to focus on him, her gaze locking with his, and the intensity of the connection was almost too much to bear. She could see the desire in his eyes, the possession, the determination to claim her completely.

And then, with a final, powerful thrust, Joon-ho buried himself deep inside her and held her there. "Cum for me, Mirae. Now."

Her body obeyed without hesitation. The orgasm ripped through her with force that left her screaming, her muscles convulsing around him, her entire body shaking with the intensity of her release. She collapsed forward onto his chest, her face buried in his neck, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Joon-ho wasn’t done with her yet. He lifted her off his cock, setting her on her feet on shaky legs, and then he stood, his hand wrapping around his still-hard length, stroking himself with purpose.