Across The Pornhwa Verse

The moment Yeo Juyeon woke, she let out a deep breath, pressing her back against the headboard. Her heart pounded, her skin still tingling from the brief encounter she'd had with Travis earlier that day.

And the dream…, the dream.

It had started innocently enough—just the two of them talking, standing too close, his voice low and teasing. But somehow, it had ended with his lips on hers, his hands gripping her waist, heat curling between them like a flame ready to consume. The intensity of it had jolted her awake, breathless, aching, wanting.

Just seeing him, just hearing his voice—it sent something electric through her veins. And now, alone in her apartment, that restless heat coiled low in her stomach, demanding attention.

She exhaled sharply. "God, what is wrong with me?"

Shaking off the lingering sensation, she threw her bag onto the couch and made her way to her desk, forcing herself to focus.

' Work first. Then… then I can deal with this.'

Her laptop screen flickered to life as she opened her manuscript file. She had been struggling with this chapter for days, unable to capture the right emotions. But after seeing Travis again, something had shifted. The way he had looked at her, the way his voice had sent a shiver down her spine… it was too much inspiration to waste.

Fingers flying across the keyboard, she let the words pour out.

But the more she wrote, the worse it got.

Her mind kept drifting—back to his voice, his smirk, the way he watched her without even realizing how much power he had over her. The pulse between her thighs grew insistent, her body betraying her resolve.

She shifted in her seat, pressing her legs together, but it was useless.

She sat back with a quiet curse, biting her lip. This is getting ridiculous…

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, but instead of typing, she found herself slipping a hand beneath her waistband. The barest touch sent a shudder through her.

"…Damn it."

Frustrated, she shoved her chair back and stood, yanking off her clothes as she made her way to the bathroom. A cold shower wasn't going to fix this, but at least she could pretend it might.

Stepping into the tub, she turned on the water, letting it cascade over her heated skin. But instead of cooling her down, it only made things worse. Her mind was already too far gone.

Travis…

She leaned back against the cool tiles, eyes fluttering shut as she let her fingers wander.

"Haah… ahh…"

It didn't take much—just the thought of his hands on her, his lips ghosting over her neck, his breath hot against her skin. The pleasure built fast, overwhelming, stealing the breath from her lungs. She clamped a hand over her mouth, stifling the sounds threatening to spill out.

She barely had time to catch her breath before the need returned, sharper, insatiable.

The shower lasted far longer than it needed to.

Wrapped in an oversized sweater, Yeo Juyeon sat cross-legged on her bed, her laptop balanced on her thighs. Her body was still sensitive, skin flushed from hours of indulgence, but her mind was clearer now—sharper.

And just like that, the words flowed effortlessly.

She typed late into the night, pouring every ounce of passion and desire into her manuscript. The scenes were vivid, the emotions raw.

By the time she finished, the first hints of dawn crept through her window. She stared at the screen, rereading her work, and a satisfied smile curled her lips.

"…This is the best thing I've ever written."

Exhausted but exhilarated, she closed her laptop and stretched.

He'll probably come tomorrow.

The thought sent a thrill through her.

She ran a hand through her hair, already imagining what she would wear, how she would act.

And maybe, just maybe…

She'd finally stop holding back.

..

Now, sitting beside him with the manuscript open on her lap, Yeo Juyeon could still feel the ghost of her own touch from last night. The warmth lingering between her legs, the faint tremble in her fingertips—it was all coming back.

And being this close to him, his scent filling her senses, didn't help.

It was already starting again.

Travis reviewed her manuscript, scrolling through the pages with sharp focus. The further he read, the more impressed he became. The dialogue, the pacing, the raw emotion—everything flowed perfectly.

He smirked and turned to her.

"This is great. I'm sure your manhwa will get approved if we send this."

Yeo Juyeon's eyes widened in excitement before she practically lunged at him, wrapping her arms around his neck in a tight hug.

"Oh, thank you so much, Travis!" she gushed, pressing against him. "If it weren't for you, I would have quit my dream."

Travis chuckled, feeling the warmth of her body against his. "No worries. I'm just happy to find someone so talented. I know you'll make a big impact in the manhwa community." He gently pried her off and reached for his laptop. "I should send this right now, so please wait a moment while I do."

She nodded and sat back down, but her eyes never left him.

Her gaze followed every movement—the way his fingers danced across the keyboard, the way his jaw clenched slightly when he focused.

'I can't shake the thought of him… Maybe I should make the first move.'

Her pulse quickened as she hesitated for only a second before slowly placing her hand on his thigh.

Travis noticed immediately, but he ignored it, keeping his attention on transferring the script.

'She's really testing the waters, huh?'

As the file uploaded, he felt her fingers trailing higher, her touch light but deliberate. The moment she got dangerously close to his crotch, he caught her wrist, stopping her.

He turned toward her—and what he saw made his breath hitch.

Her dark eyes burned with pure desire. That innocent, composed look from earlier? Gone.Instead, what stared back at him was sheer hunger.

'Damn… guess she reached her limit.'

"So, you want us to do this?" he asked, his voice calm but edged with amusement.

Yeo Juyeon nodded. No hesitation.

Travis smirked. "Okay. Let's do this then."

Without another word, he placed the laptop on the floor. And before he could say anything else, she pounced. Her lips crashed against his, hands fisting his shirt as she kissed him with a desperation that sent a thrill through him. He grabbed her waist, pulling her closer as their bodies molded together, their breathing already turning ragged.

The tension that had been building between them for days had finally snapped.

And there was no stopping now.

TO BE CONTINUED