At South Korea's most prestigious high school, a scandal is brewing - but its privileged students will do anything to silence the truth. When a scholarship student enters the fold, he's determined to crack the school's impenetrable façade and reveal...
As the woman finished her speech, Ellie tried to refocus on the positive aspects of the evening. Despite the underlying tension, there was still a sense of celebration in the air. She took a deep breath and decided to engage more with the event, determined to represent the bakery and herself well.
Mrs. Kim, noticing Ellie's distraction, leaned in and whispered, "Are you alright?"
Ellie nodded. "Yes, just a bit overwhelmed."
She straightened her posture and walked towards the bakery's display, where several guests had gathered to sample their pastries.
One of the guests, a middle-aged woman with an air of sophistication, approached Ellie. "These pastries are delightful. Did you make them yourself?"
Ellie smiled modestly. "Our team at the bakery made them. I'm glad you enjoy them."
The woman nodded approvingly. "Your bakery has quite a reputation. It's nice to see such talent recognized."
Ellie thanked her and continued to interact with other guests, gradually feeling more at ease. She still felt Rian's eyes on her occasionally, but she chose to focus on the positive feedback and the support from Mrs. Kim and her co-workers.
As the night wore on, Ellie found herself engaging in more meaningful conversations. She met several influential people who expressed interest in the bakery, and she even managed to exchange contact information with a few potential clients.
Towards the end of the evening, Ellie caught sight of Rian again. This time, instead of looking away, she met his gaze steadily.
As their eyes met across the room, Ellie felt a magnetic pull she couldn’t resist. Before she knew it, she found herself in a private room, leaning against the bathroom sink, breathing heavily.
The room was dimly lit, adding an air of intimacy to the charged atmosphere. Rian's hands were on her, caressing her breasts through the fabric of her dress, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine.
Ellie’s breath hitched as she met Rian's gaze in the mirror. His eyes were dark with lust, locked onto hers. The intensity of his stare made her knees weak, and she gripped the edge of the sink for support.
"Your dress is so pretty," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "I can't help but want to taste the cake that's been on display all night."
His words sent a thrill through her, and she felt a flush of heat spread across her skin. Before she could respond, Rian moved behind her, his hands never leaving her body. He lifted the hem of her dress, sliding it up her thighs. Ellie gasped, a mixture of excitement and nervousness swirling within her.
Rian's lips brushed against her neck, and she could feel his breath hot against her skin. His hands moved with expert precision, unhooking her bra and letting it fall away. Her nipples hardened under his touch, and she couldn't suppress a soft moan.
"Rian," she breathed, her voice trembling.
In response, Rian slid his hand between her legs, his fingers finding her most sensitive spot. Ellie bit her lip, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape. The sensation was overwhelming, and she closed her eyes, leaning into his touch.
Rian's fingers moved in a steady rhythm, bringing her closer to the edge. He watched her in the mirror, his eyes filled with lust and something more—possession. The sight of her reflection, flushed and writhing with pleasure, only seemed to fuel his desire.
"I've wanted you all night," he whispered in her ear. "Watching you in that dress, knowing I would be the one to take it off."
His words sent a jolt of arousal through her, and Ellie felt herself spiraling closer to release. She reached behind her, her hand tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer. Rian's mouth found her neck again, his teeth grazing her skin in a way that made her gasp.
Just when she thought she couldn't take any more, Rian turned her around to face him. He lifted her onto the sink, spreading her legs and positioning himself between them. Ellie looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of need and uncertainty.
"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice gentle despite the urgency in his actions.
Ellie nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Yes, Rian. I want this."
With her consent, Rian entered her in one smooth motion, filling her completely. Ellie cried out, her head falling back as he began to move. The sensations were intense, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her body.
Rian held her close, his movements growing more urgent. Ellie wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her. The bathroom filled with the sounds of their passion—heavy breathing, soft moans, the rhythmic slap of skin against skin.
As their pace quickened, Ellie felt herself nearing the edge once again. She clung to Rian, her nails digging into his shoulders as she gave herself over to the pleasure. With one final, powerful thrust, she shattered, her orgasm washing over her in a tidal wave of sensation.
Rian followed moments later, his release punctuated by a low, guttural groan. He held her tightly, his body trembling with the force of his climax. They stayed like that for a few moments, their breathing gradually slowing as they came down from their high.
When they finally pulled apart, Ellie looked at Rian, her eyes searching his. There was a tenderness there now, a vulnerability that hadn't been present before. Rian brushed a strand of hair from her face, his touch gentle.
"Are you okay?" he asked softly.
Ellie nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Yes, I am."
They took a moment to compose themselves, adjusting their clothes and making sure they were presentable. As they prepared to leave the private room,
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