บท 277: Water Bill**

She bit her lip, feeling a little shy. Her words earlier were said on a lustful whim but now, her boldness was faltering. Minho sensed her nervousness.

"It's alright," he assured her. "You don't have to-"

"I want to," she said. They were breathing heavily, their bodies still hot with desire. She looked at his member and gulped. Can she even do it? Looking at its size and girth, she felt butterflies in her stomach, remembering the pleasure he had given her a few nights ago. It felt like a beautiful and sacred dream at that time. Sometimes, she wondered if it truly was a dream.

Slowly, she bent down. Her lips slightly grazed against it, making Minho groan. She softly licked his precum, her lips encircling his mushroom head. Minho felt his member hardening and a new surge of ardour was coursing through his veins. She was bewitching him with her curiosity as she slowly began to taste his essence.