The lights in the master bedroom of the Kim Arya family's luxurious residence were dimmed until only a golden glow remained. The room was dominated by a king-size bed draped in satin sheets, contrasting with the darkness beyond the windows.
Jayendra Kim Arya, tall and athletic, held Da Hye Aluna, his wife wrapped in silk lingerie. Luna, with her elegant beauty, tried to melt the chill that had often shrouded their marriage lately, especially as their obsession with having a biological child reached its peak. And she flatly refused to carry the child herself.
Arya kissed Luna's neck, his touch mechanical and lacking passion. They were in the middle of an awkward warm-up.
"I got one person from yesterday's interview," Arya whispered, his voice slightly hoarse, breaking the intimate moment with another matter.
Luna sighed, not from desire but from frustration. She shifted her shoulders, trying to bring Arya's focus back. "Who?"
"Sarena Jelita," Arya replied briefly, his fingers tracing Luna's collarbone. "But there hasn't been an answer yet," he continued.
Trying not to let the topic ruin the mood, Luna pulled Arya's head closer. "Forget everything else for a moment. Mmm," Luna murmured, trying not to let the topic ruin the mood. She drew his head closer. "Let's forget everything else for a moment," she said with a half-moan as Arya returned to more focused touches.
Suddenly, Arya pulled back slightly, his sharp eyes intently studying his wife's face from above. A crazy idea had just occurred to him.
"Or should we just do it the natural way?" he asked, his voice now serious. "We're out of condoms tonight... let's just put it in and get you pregnant."
Luna immediately fought back, her desire vanishing completely. She pushed against Arya's broad chest, but her husband's strength was too great. Luna held him back with all her might. Her face was panicked, not because she rejected Arya's touch, but because she desperately did not want to become pregnant.
"No, honey! Don't!" Luna cried out breathlessly. Her perfect face was filled with fear.
Ironically, his wife's brutal rejection only awakened a wild desire within Kim Arya. The sense of being told he couldn't made Arya feel powerful. He realized that Luna's reluctance triggered a cold, dominant arousal in him.
Arya locked Luna's wrists in his grip, holding her without mercy. His tall body pressed her down.
He was no longer trying to be gentle. His fingers grew wicked, touching every part of Luna's body. He pushed aside the silk lingerie Luna wore, tugging down the thin panties that were little more than a string. He touched Luna's body aggressively, his touch now demanding satisfaction rather than expressing affection.
"I'll pull out," he finally said, his voice cold, giving in.
Luna immediately went limp. "Promise?!" she hissed.
But Arya wasn't listening anymore. His eyes closed, and his rough, demanding touch continued, slipping between his wife's long legs.
"Arya... ah... faster..." Luna moaned, now surrendering to the sensation, not to her husband.
Arya smiled faintly, a cold smile of victory. He quickened the rhythm of his fingers, focusing on one spot and bringing Luna higher and higher.
"Ugh, Arya... I... ughh..."
Just as Luna was about to reach her peak, just as a loud moan was about to escape her lips, Arya quickly pulled his fingers away.
Luna gasped, her satisfaction abruptly cut short. Her flushed face stared at her husband, confusion and obvious disappointment in her eyes.