Anthill

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"So, you want to fuck me?"
"I asked you on the first day if you were flirting with me."
Jang Hee-jo read the desperation in the small hand wrapped around his finger. Could raising a dog or cat be a similar feeling? He felt as if the small being was following him as if he were the only one in the world.
"It wasn't then, but it is now."
Baek-young stared at him intently, her lips parted. It seemed to be a habit
of hers to lick her lower lip when she was nervous. Jang Hee-jo, removing his finger from Baek-young's grasp, covered her mouth. His wide eyes blinked.
"I blocked it because I thought you might laugh."
Her moist breath touched Jang Hee-jo's fingers.
"I'm going to do it for the first time with someone I love."