BO - 9

09. I Love You

I got into the car to go home, but it bothered me that the man in the driver’s seat wasn’t Cha Geon-joo—it was Choi Si-baek. 

It was nice, but not the kind of nice you could simply enjoy without overthinking it. 

I also felt uneasy about sitting in the passenger seat instead of the backseat. 

Noticing my bad ankle, he had scooped me up without hesitation and placed me gently in the front seat. 

“Sex? What nonsense.” 

“Damn it, what are you doing?” 

Earlier, I was pretty sure that was jealousy. No, I was certain it was. 

Every time I glanced at him, his gaze shifted from the windshield to meet mine. 

Though I had resolved to confess, I couldn’t just blurt out that I liked him. My mind was a tangled mess. 

Had it bothered him to see me with Cha Geon-joo? 

I shouldn’t have, but a smile kept slipping out. Who knew controlling the corners of my mouth could be so difficult? 

“Cha Geon-joo…” 

“You.” 

My words, spoken to break the silence, collided with his. A brief stillness followed. 

“What about Cha Geon-joo?” 

“You go first, Director Choi.” 

“What about Cha Geon-joo? Why bring him up?” 

“…Is Choi Si-baek jealous right now?” 

He didn’t answer my question. The car, which had been parking, came to an awkward stop straddling the parking line. Again, his parking was sloppy, but I couldn’t say anything. He had taken his hands off the wheel and was looking at me fully. 

With that face, those eyes fixed on me, how could I focus on anything else? 

No matter how I thought about it, Choi Si-baek’s beauty was unfair. If he hadn’t looked at me with those eyes, I wouldn’t have impulsively propositioned him for a one-night stand that day, acting like someone possessed. He embodied all four seasons—sometimes like an autumn evening, other times like a winter morning. Those deep, enigmatic eyes threw countless kinds of confusion my way. 

Even back then, when I barely knew him, I believed he could calm my chaos. I convinced myself of this uncertain probability and cowardly calculated that one night wouldn’t ruin our relationship. My selfish wish came true—he left me with a bittersweet scar from that night and walked away without a trace of regret. Or rather, I was the one who left him. Though I was the one who left, it was Choi Si-baek who seemed utterly indifferent. Despite the fiery history of that one night, our relationship remained unchanged. Just as I’d hoped, he didn’t cling to me or make things messy afterward. I was secretly relieved, but part of me felt a pang of regret, wishing there had been more. 

Perhaps this man, intelligent and perceptive, already understood my heart before I did. 

Maybe he waited patiently for me to realize it myself. 

“Weren’t you the one who told me to leave?” 

“What did you do with Cha Geon-joo? Why did sex even come up?” 

“We didn’t talk much. The sex thing just… happened somehow. Cha Geon-joo and I aren’t exactly close.” 

“Cha Geon-joo.” 

“Yes?” 

“Not ‘Geon-joo.’ It’s Cha Geon-joo.” 

“What’s the… difference?” 

His sigh was long. 

“Never mind. Call him however you want.” 

Looking tired, he gripped the steering wheel again. The car reversed, finally aligning perfectly within the parking line. Once the engine was off, only a heavy silence remained. 

“So can I really call him ‘Geon-joo’? Can I call him affectionately, like ‘Geon-joo-shii’? Or ‘Geon-joo-ya’?” 

“Hey.” 

“No matter what I call him, why does it matter if Cha Geon-joo and I have sex or not?” 

“What did he do to you?” 

“Does it matter what I say?” 

“It matters.” 

“So why…?” 

“You know while asking.” 

“I don’t know unless you tell me. I always thought you had a girlfriend…” 

“Damn it, it’s because I fucking like you so much.” 

I had always thought the world was painted pink for everyone but me. My world had always been a dull grayscale. The ex-boyfriend who made me look like a promiscuous woman, the blind dates where I never felt a spark, and now, when I thought I might finally experience real love, the person turned out to be none other than Choi Si-baek. 

Had my love once again veered off course? 

His single sentence wiped clean all the foolish romances I’d ever had. 

It felt as though my heart had belonged to Choi Si-baek from the very beginning. 

He was the kind of man who could rewrite even the messy memories of my past. 

To me, who had thought kissing was merely the act of pressing lips together, who believed it was just a prelude to sex, he taught that a kiss could carry countless emotions and nuances. 

Looking back, my affection for him began the moment he taught me what a kiss truly meant. 

Everything I feel now is something Choi Si-baek showed me. 

“What other reason could there be, Jae-yeon?” 

This racing heart, too—all of it. 

The exhausted look on his face said it all. 

He, too, had been withering away every day, drowning in this tiresome, stupid love. 

The reason was clear, yet the solution lay only in what the other person offered. 

“Director Choi…” 

As I opened my mouth, trying to steady my pounding heart, the phone vibrated insistently. 

Ignoring the call entirely, he stared at me. I parted my lips again, but the vibration persisted, cutting off and ringing repeatedly. 

“It seems urgent. Answer the call first.” 

I gently touched the back of his hand, urging him to finish the call before we continued talking properly. 

Comforting had always been his role, but today, taking control of his emotions felt strangely satisfying. 

“You’re not rushing off to Cha Geon-joo—answer the call and then we’ll talk. Okay?” 

I managed to coax him into answering, but the name I heard in the sudden silence of the car froze me instinctively. He, too, glanced at me uneasily, uncharacteristically. 

“Chairman Seo? Why is Sung-hoon at the chairman’s hospital? Is Uncle sick?” 

“Yeah. I understand. I’ll be there soon.” 

After hanging up calmly, our eyes met. 

Outside the VIP room of the hospital, rows of men in black suits parted to let me through. I walked quickly through the gap. 

“The chairman is resting now. We’ll see him later.” 

Cha Geon-joo greeted me with eyes deeper and more somber than usual. Instead of asking how I knew, he exchanged a brief glance with Choi Si-baek. 

Outside the room stood Cha Geon-joo and several executives. They were familiar faces—the chairman’s closest aides and trusted individuals. 

“I just want to see his face.” 

Moved by my earnestness, Cha Geon-joo quietly opened the door instead of knocking. Though I’d always wanted to see him, making a phone call had been difficult. My heart hesitated, fearing my voice might weaken him. I knew he wasn’t that kind of man, but even the strongest people have soft spots. And to him, I was his weakness. I feared shaking the towering figure he had built in this ruthless world. 

Even reaching out felt like a burden. 

As I gazed at Uncle, peacefully resting with his eyes closed, I couldn’t help but feel this was somehow my fault. Tears welled up. Wiping them with the back of my hand, I felt Choi Si-baek pull me back. As I took a step back, his chest brushed against me. 

I turned and buried my face in Choi Si-baek’s embrace, crying silently. 

The hand cradling the back of my head comforted me, yet I wanted to lean on him even more. I nestled deeper into his arms.

“What are you two doing?”

Uncle’s hoarse voice pierced through the space between us. Turning my head, I saw him smiling wryly, as if to say, This is tolerable. I let go of Choi Si-baek and quickly moved to his side.

“I had no idea, so I went ahead and brought a man for you. No wonder all those handsome guys sitting in front of you didn’t even make you blink.”

Uncle furrowed his brows as if the headache was worsening and pressed his temples.

“Uncle, why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you say anything about such major surgery?”

“And what about you? Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Don’t dodge the question. How could you not tell me about something this big? Everyone else knew, and I was the only one left in the dark. Does that make sense?”

“I can handle this much.”

“You always say you’ll win, yet you’re constantly in and out of the hospital. If something happens to you, I… I…”

“The surgery went well, so there’s nothing to worry about. I’m going to live. I won’t leave you behind. Don’t worry.”

I moved closer and clung to him like a puppy. His large hand cupped my cheek. Patting me affectionately, as if soothing a wagging puppy, Uncle comforted me. This was how I grew up—always doted on by Uncle, who wanted to create a fenced garden for me, even amidst a thorny flowerbed. I never wanted to complain about the tiny thorns pricking me, always pretending to be strong. Uncle knew my efforts, and so did one other person.

“Si-baek-ah. Have your lips been glued shut?”

“I apologize for not informing you earlier.”

“We’re not at that stage yet.”

I hadn’t given him an answer, we hadn’t properly started anything, and it felt premature to define our relationship. I felt his gaze on me but focused on Uncle, clutching his hand tightly and planting affectionate kisses on it.

Our responses were similar, yet subtly different. The distinction was quite clear.

Choi Si-baek acknowledged our connection, while I drew a line, insisting we weren’t at that stage yet.

I could feel his gaze piercing the top of my head, demanding something from me. Though my mood sank again, I understood why. Yet, it felt as though he held the answer to these emotions, not me. I kept glancing at Uncle, trying to smile through it.

This wasn’t about testing each other’s feelings by pushing and pulling.

While it was true we weren’t officially anything yet, I now understood that his heart mirrored mine. Just as my world revolved entirely around Choi Si-baek, his did too. My words influenced his mood, just as his silence affected mine. It was childish, but I needed confirmation.

He truly likes me.

This immature, foolish, yet deeply sincere emotion wasn’t mine alone.

He, too, was caught in this stupid, endless love.

As we exited the hospital room, a familiar man stood outside the door. Cha Geon-joo.

He was one of Uncle’s closest aides, so we often crossed paths. But the woman beside him was someone I’d never seen before. Our eyes met, and without hesitation, we exchanged brief nods.

“She’s Jung Cha-eon, our eldest brother’s wife. Her eyes are sharp and beautiful, and she’s quite adorable. I thought you two would get along.”

“Is she really that pretty?”

“Curious? You’ll meet her soon enough.”

I immediately sensed she was the woman Cha Geon-joo had casually mentioned that night at the izakaya.

She exchanged a brief nod with Choi Si-baek, who had followed me out. That was all, but for some reason, I couldn’t take my eyes off Jung Cha-eon.

“Didn’t she know us even before she started dating our eldest brother?”

“Did Choi Si-baek know her too?”

“Both Choi Si-baek and I—and Kim Jong-seop—did a bit of running around for her. Women always need so much attention. It gets worse when they’re in relationships. Kim Jong-seop practically lives in Yoon Song-ah’s skirt. And ever since the eldest brother had a child, Choi Si-baek… Well, love does that to people. He’s always been quiet, but now he’s even quieter. All day, he’s buried in documents, probably thinking about someone.”

Though they weren’t particularly close, the fact that Choi Si-baek and Jung Cha-eon had known each other for a long time gnawed at me. I felt an unfamiliar jealousy bubbling up, as if I were experiencing all the envy I’d never felt in my life at once.

Just like Choi Si-baek, whose mood soured over something as trivial as removing a single syllable from someone’s name.

We assign meaning to insignificant things and ruin our own moods.

We obsess over meaningless details and get hurt by them.

“Then I’ll see you later.”

“Yes. Please go inside.”

After exchanging farewells with her, I walked naturally beside Choi Si-baek but couldn’t help looking up at him.

I wanted every season of his to be filled with me. Every moment, without exception, had to belong to me. Damn it. Love turns people into absolute fools. Even though I wasn’t the only one in love, I felt like I was the one making all the idiotic moves. It was frustrating because, despite clearly liking each other, Choi Si-baek seemed perfectly composed compared to me.

“...Damn it.”

He pretended not to notice my glance and got off the elevator.

I stared out the car window the entire way home.

I confirmed his fleeting glances through the reflection in the glass. His stubborn insistence on seating me in the passenger seat made my previously settled mood flutter again.

Pressing the button for the 26th floor in the apartment elevator, he didn’t press 27. Maybe it was still his intention to check my room, but tonight, I hoped for a different reason. Of course, I didn’t show it. Inside, I was a boiling dumpling, but outwardly, I remained calm, occasionally puffing up like dough.

“I’m not…”

“…?”

“Nothing’s happened between us, right?”

The breath against my nape sent shivers down my spine. As I turned to look at him, my wrist was grabbed, and my back pressed against his chest. Unable to see his face behind me, I grew anxious. What expression was he wearing now? What kind of eyes was he gazing at me with? What new, brilliant color of love was shimmering in Choi Si-baek’s heart?

I realized in that moment how fragile my pretense of being fine had been—it crumbled with just a touch from him.

“What more do we need to be sure of each other?”

“…”

“What more do I need to do with you…?”

Before I could think he might kiss my nape, his lips skipped past it and landed on my collarbone, hiding his face there. Though he remained strong, cold, and devoid of warmth, the way he exhaled, broken and vulnerable, was new to me. My throat tightened with tension.

Seeing Choi Si-baek like this—this version of him that no one else would ever witness—made me tremble. The man who never showed weakness to anyone, who acted as if knife wounds were nothing, who dismissed pain as trivial, was now seeking an answer with a breath so achingly raw.

Cha Geon-joo was right.

Even the mighty Choi Si-baek couldn’t escape love.

He, too, was caught in this stupid, endless love, but unlike me, he didn’t lose control of his emotions or act recklessly. Instead, his insides were just as torn apart as mine—he simply knew how to hide it.

But now, he was choosing not to hide anymore. He was showing me his heart.

I realized anew that he, too, stood on the same ground of emotion as I did.

And I was the one who had brought him to this point.

“Let’s finish what we started earlier.”

“…What do you mean?”

“I want to hear the rest of what you were saying before we headed to the hospital.”

His hot breath scattered across me as he expressed his desire to continue the conversation that had been interrupted in the car. I pulled away and stood facing him.

He accused me of building walls, but in truth, Choi Si-baek had erected them first. Always keeping a slight distance, drawing lines even as he seemed to want me, his gaze flickering with longing and restraint. Now, he stood right in front of me, close enough to touch.

I covered his eyes with one hand. Though I had to stretch high because of his height, I endured.

Watching silently until now, he finally couldn’t hide his puzzled expression.

“Before that… Were there other women? Anyone you dated, flirted with, or wanted to flirt with? Someone in the office you liked? Anything I don’t know about? I… I don’t like that.”

Despite my rambling, he listened quietly, his eyes still covered by my hand. Even this calm demeanor was so quintessentially Choi Si-baek that I loved it. Perhaps I admired his maturity and composure because I was always impatient, like someone waiting for water to boil on a gas stove.

Unlike me, who is clumsy in everything, he is someone who, despite being this age, has managed to grasp things I could never hold onto, without a single gap.

“If you’re not going to keep it just between us, then don’t even start.”

Asking about his past like this was something I never thought I’d do. In relationships, there’s hardly anything more taboo than this, but I had to ask. It’s just how I am. If I feel like I need to know something, I have to ask. If something feels off, I have to talk about it and clear the air. That’s how relationships last.

Far from being avoidant, I demanded an answer from him.

To him, who had no answer, I slowly lowered the hand that was covering my eyes, and there they were—his two eyes still fixed on me.

“You don’t look at other women like this, do you?”

Even though we weren’t standing against a setting sun, his eyes were filled with a light that seemed to overflow with me.

The elevator, which had been stuck on the 26th floor for a while, finally moved. He pressed the button for the 27th floor.

“What do you mean by ‘like this’?”

The elevator quickly ascended one more floor and stopped. The ding sounded like a bell ringing in my head.

“Like you have some deep, mysterious story, like you’re driving someone crazy with your gaze.”

Unable to hold back, I blurted out my true feelings, and he laughed out loud. His laughter was so quintessentially him that it left me breathless. He kept laughing, completely unaware of how I felt.

“Why aren’t you answering? It’s really just me, right? You only look at me like this?”

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen anyone but you. After what happened, do you think I could live normally?”

“......”

“Don’t look at anyone else either. Isn’t it enough just to see me every day?”

“...You’re shameless.”

“Isn’t that why you kept sneaking glances at me every day?”

How did he know? I had been stealing glances at him little by little every day, but I didn’t think he’d know the reason. Then again, any woman would be busy stealing glances at this face, so why would I be any different?

But now, this face is mine.

As we walked toward room 2702, I wrapped my arms around his back, which I had always just watched from afar. He paused while entering the passcode, stiffened, and then turned to look at me. Wherever my hand touched, it burned like a wildfire spreading across a dry field.

“I don’t have sex without kissing.”

The provocation was always my role. Even when we spent an unplanned night together, and even now, when we both knew we were in love.

“Same here.”

I reached out and touched the corner of his mouth, which was now mine. Despite being as cold as winter itself, it burned like midsummer, making me want to kiss him again and again.

‘Do you think you could ever not see me again?’

“I don’t think I could ever not see Choi Si-baek again.”

‘There’s nothing more pathetic than having to keep seeing the guy you had a one-night stand with.’

“Even after sleeping together, I still want to keep seeing you. I want us to be the kind of couple where kissing is a given before sex.”

His chest, broad and firm enough to hold anyone, yet never easily opened. His feet, planted firmly on the ground as if ready to run toward anyone, yet never easily shaken.

I knew all of that was only for me.

“It feels like I’ve always been showing you my back. So now, I want to stand side by side.”

“......”

“I like you too, Team Leader. A lot.”

Choi Si-baek, a man who shared countless emotions with just one kiss, a man who only reached out when he truly meant it, always responded to my provocations.

Back then, and now.

Only to me.

“Mmm, ah, mmm.”

I don’t even remember how we made it through the doorway.

We had already undressed, but his stubborn obsession kept pulling us back to kissing, even as we moved toward the bed. Like lovers promising eternity on the brink of the world’s end, we kissed.

I had noticed it before, but he really is obsessed with kissing. Is this what all kisses with love feel like? Thinking about it, maybe not.

Even during our one-night stand, when we weren’t in love, the kisses were like this. And especially not the kisses with Kim Kyung-hyun, whom I thought I loved.

Kim Kyung-hyun’s kisses were like something out of an internet video from my childhood—clumsy and awkward. He thought he was putting in effort, but it didn’t feel like much. Of course, the purpose was to build up testosterone to move toward sex, so there was some excitement, but it always ended lukewarm, never reaching any peak. So, I never knew a kiss could make me this wet.

“Ah, mmm, ah.”

It was hurried and urgent, but not a single gesture was careless. Not a single kiss was just about the body. Even when our tongues met, he never let my restless heart go.

How many kisses has he had to be this good? My mind was a mess with jealousy, but his wandering tongue quickly reeled me back in, forcing me to focus on him.

Now, Choi Si-baek even controls my concentration. A man who knows how to handle people better than my uncle, if not more.

Trapped in the saliva in my mouth, my entire body felt like it was colliding chaotically, but his tongue focused on the part of my tongue that I could feel most intensely, pressing and rubbing relentlessly. It felt like he was sanding me down, endlessly rubbing and sucking until the rough bumps of my tongue felt like they might wear away. Then, as if applying ointment, he spat thick saliva, and I eagerly sucked it up.

The contours of his tongue ridges felt like they were etching into my own. It wasn’t entirely unfamiliar, but it had been so long that the excitement doubled.

My inner thighs were so wet that I had to squeeze my legs together.

If I had known kissing could feel like this, maybe my past life would have been different. This wasn’t just admiration—it was awe. Even the sensation was like something I had dreamed of.

He tilted his head, changing the angle and the area of focus. The sticky lips, like glutinous rice cakes, shifted direction, rubbing left and right. In that brief moment, the small gap that formed was filled with his heated breath. The tingling sensation made another embarrassing moan escape me.

While pouring all his passion into the kiss, his hand gripping my chest pinched my nipples relentlessly. Choi Si-baek, who could adjust the intensity and even apply multiple levels of pressure at once, knew exactly how to handle me. If I was too lost in the kiss, he would lightly rub my nipples. If my tongue went slack, he would pull hard on my nipples, twisting them. When he did that, the tips of my nipples, swollen between his fingers, stood erect and tingled.

He kept flicking my nipples until a plea finally escaped my lips.

“P-please, ah, please.”

“Please? What are you begging for?”

“P-put it in, ah, ah.”

“What are you talking about? We haven’t even done anything yet.”

“I’m so wet, ah, ah.”

“You’re getting ahead of yourself.”

“Are you teasing me... ah.”

“Well, if you’re this wet, I guess there’s no need to suck on it.”

He knew full well how much his kisses affected me.

I was getting annoyed, but I didn’t want to ruin the mood.

Even as he said that, it was clear he wasn’t going to just thrust in right away. His mischievous smile, his heated eyes that absorbed all the warmth—he had no intention of giving me exactly what I wanted.

His goal was elsewhere from the start. If the only reason he was sucking on my pussy was to make me wet, he would have just shoved it in. But he wasn’t a man driven by such one-dimensional emotions. Everything about him was like that. A man who could assign dozens of meanings to a single kiss.

There was no way I could suppress his desire to taste everything he wanted.

How much more would this man make me writhe under Choi Si-baek’s control? I was already afraid of it. At the same time, anticipation surged. The mixed weight of it pressed down on me, making me feel like I was floating in a zero-gravity space, my only lifeline the oxygen tank strapped to my back. My body fell helplessly onto the mattress, but before I could even feel its softness, my legs were lifted.

The man, who had long been mindful of my injured ankle, pressed his warm lips against it, rubbing it with heat. It felt like a kiss seeking forgiveness for the mistakes of the past.

Then, with a breath that suppressed his heightened excitement, he slowly slid between my thighs.

I learned something else about Choi Si-baek—once he set his mind on something, he saw it through to the end. Thinking back, it was the same during our last time. If I shivered at an unfamiliar sensation, he would focus on that spot until I felt it. If I was overwhelmed by too much sensitivity, he would pound that spot relentlessly. Even when I was completely spent, he would keep pushing me into pleasure until my voice gave out.

This time, the target seemed to be my genitals. He licked the labia covering my vulva like a lid, exploring every crevice of my wet pussy hair with his tongue before finally spitting it out after a long while.

“Ahh, ahh! Ah, Chae Shi, ahh, ah!”

“One person calls me ‘Chae Shi,’ another calls me ‘Choi Si-baek.’ How am I supposed to feel like fucking you when you say things like that?”

“Ah, stop being so mean, ahh, ah!”

There was actually a name I had been wanting to call him for a while, but it was too embarrassing to say out loud, so I had been holding back. Was now the right time? With a pounding heart, I spread my legs wide and mentally rehearsed my breathing.

“So, think carefully. What should you call me to make Choi Si-baek feel a little more inclined toward Seo Jae-yeon?”

The ways he teased me were endless, truly.

I gasped like a fish out of water, grabbing his hair. His face, pulled up close to mine, was as flushed as mine. His lips, smeared with my juices like lipstick, his slightly disheveled hair covering half his forehead, his perfectly proportioned features—his sharp eyebrows, his prominent nose, even the remnants of my fluids on his nostrils, and his slightly parted lips revealing his even teeth. Why did this man have no flaw that didn’t shake my heart? There were so many reasons I was drawn to Choi Si-baek that I was almost afraid someone might ask.

Maybe it was okay to show him a glimpse of the overwhelming emotions I had been holding back for so long. I could have sat demurely and revealed what was inside me with a clear mind, but this felt more fitting for us.

Because he was a passionate man. And because of him, I was living the most passionate time of my life.

“Ahh, baby, ahh, ah!”

“What?”

“Ahh... baby.”

Even I found this side of me unfamiliar, and it gave me goosebumps. There was no way Choi Si-baek could remain indifferent. Embarrassed, I tried to say something to correct myself, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me up. I was suddenly sitting on the bed.

“...Fuck. Seo Jae-yeon.”

His eyes, boiling with desire, were stripped of any seasonal metaphor—this was the raw, unfiltered Choi Si-baek.

I realized that the focus wasn’t just on his pupils. He, who had been carefully navigating a delicate line, had now crossed into a point of no return. And of course, with my nerves entirely focused on him, I too had lost my sanity.

As he kissed me again, he supported the back of my neck and sat me on top of him.

Our tongues tangled, exchanging saliva, sucking and biting each other’s lips like some lowlife couple in a back alley. We kissed as if we were having sex, frantically trying to pull each other’s tongues out.

Slurp, squelch, smack, suck. The sounds of our wet kisses filled the room.

Even with my eyes closed, the dim light spun around me.

He hadn’t even touched between my legs yet, but when his tongue scraped the roof of my mouth, my clit tingled. Were my mouth and pussy really that far apart? It felt as if they were connected by a single nerve cell. My lower body trembled, and I clenched my abdomen tightly. My vaginal walls, still empty, contracted sharply.

So... I came. An orgasm, that divine being, had visited me.

Medically speaking, it could be explained by the interaction of oxytocin, synchronizing the sensations of my mouth and pussy despite the distance. But experiencing it firsthand was a far cry from theory.

Really, it’s like that. I had only read about petting that could skyrocket my sex hormones in books.

“You’re probably the only woman who comes just from kissing.”

“Ah, how many women have you been with to say something like that, ahh?”

“Not that many, but I’ve seen a lot.”

He smiled ambiguously, and it made my heart race again. His perfectly proportioned features, now slightly askew, were still beautiful to look at.

“This is my first time coming just from kissing too, ahh.”

I felt his brow twitch slightly at my words. His narrowed eyes were a sign that he didn’t like my answer, but I pretended not to notice.

“Oh, really? How many have you been with?”

“Don’t talk about others, ahh!”

He bit my neck, and I yelped.

“Stop being so mean.”

“Yeah, I’m being mean.”

He lifted his head and bit my neck in the same spot, sucking and nibbling as I melted helplessly. I felt like an ice cream cone under the summer sun. Choi Si-baek always reduced me to a puddle.

“Say it again.”

“Huh? Say what?”

“Earlier, that thing.”

“Ah, baby?”

“...Fuck. I’m so screwed. Really.”

“Me too. I feel like I’m screwed, ahh.”

“Put my dick in.”

I grabbed his already stiff cock and tried to guide it into my hole. Struggling, I felt his small kisses peppering my forehead.

“Ahh, ah. Ahh.”

It had been so long—two and a half years since I last had sex with him—and even though I was wet, I struggled. My hands kept slipping as I tried to push him in, but he spread my hole and aligned himself properly. I swallowed his thick shaft, feeling it stretch me wide. As I finally seated him deep inside, my vision blurred.

The indescribable feeling of his cock filling me. My body and mind, filled with his love, swelled with heat. It was his affection that completely filled me.

“Ahh! Ah, good, ahh!”

Maybe it was the position, but even though I had been with him before, this was the first time I had tasted Choi Si-baek’s cock like this. I crushed his balls with my ass and wrapped my arms around his neck. I wanted to kiss him again, so I slipped my fingers into his mouth and pulled out his tongue. His eyes, now relaxed and lazy, were both sensual and sexy.

What do I do? If he looks at me like that, my heart can’t take it. Will it just give out one day? Even hearts have a limited number of beats in their lifespan. I suffered through the stimulation, making emotional comments to distract myself.

“Ahh, if you rub it, ahh, it’s too much!”

“Do it.”

After calling him “baby” once, he willingly let me take the lead.

Tch. I glared at him slightly before sticking out my tongue and pressing it against his. Slowly, I began to move my hips. His cock, like a bat wedged in a tight space, slammed into me, and my clit trembled uncontrollably before I squirted, embarrassed.

To keep him from focusing on that, I licked his rough but soft tongue like I was licking a yogurt lid.

My pussy dripped juice as if a valve had opened, and my hole eagerly swallowed his cock. I had no idea how shamelessly I was shaking my ass, frantically sucking his shaft.

“Ahh, ah! Ahh! Ahh!”

Everything was delicious. Everything I was sucking with my upper and lower lips.

I was amazed at myself for how I had managed to resist Choi Si-baek all this time, even though I had missed this so much.

“Ahh, ah! What do I do, ahh!”

“Why? What’s wrong? How can I help?”

“Ahh, it’s so good, ahh!”

At my uncontrollable emotional outburst, he laughed, his wet hair swaying. He effortlessly held me, who was dangling from his neck, and wrapped his arms around my waist, laughing again. His eyes, filled with heat, were mesmerizing.

“Yeah, it looks like it.”

“...Hic, ahh!”

“Is that the problem?”

“I’m the only one, ahh... coming, ahh!”

“What, should I plug it up or something?”

He jokingly pretended to plug my urethra with his finger, and I yanked his hair.

“This is the real thing.”

With one hand behind his back, he began thrusting his cock deep inside me. I couldn’t even resist properly and cried out as the room spun. My mouth, no longer my own, let out sobs through my parted lips.

“Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!”

His cock, hitting deep into my cervix, kept slipping back and pounding my vaginal walls, making my bladder vibrate. When the head of his cock finally lodged deep inside, my pussy and asshole opened and closed in unison, creating chaos.

The relentless pounding made me feel like the top of my head was opening and closing. With each thrust, the sealed fluids inside me made obscene squelching sounds.

He squeezed my bouncing breasts, which were starting to hurt, and kissed the back of my neck. I was so immersed in the sex that I didn’t even notice the drool dripping from my mouth. Occasionally, our eyes met, and everything felt euphoric.

“Jae-yeon. The chairman said to hurry up and stamp the documents. It’s urgent.”

“Ahh! What’s urgent, ahh! Isn’t it, hic, Uncle, ahh! Choi Si-baek, ahh!”

“Caught red-handed.”

His small, wet laugh. His damp eyes made my body ache again. The stimulation was so intense that even the slightest touch felt like a beating.

The sexual desire rooted in affection and longing dragged me to yet another orgasm.

“I’m coming, really, ahh!”

“Why are you worrying about that while fucking me? Do I make you uncomfortable?”

That wasn’t it. The problem was the embarrassment. Choi Si-baek was fastidious and had a weak stomach. But this kind of hole play wasn’t something I could endure. So, my obscene behavior was all because of you, you.

Even my meaningless resentment was swallowed by the pleasure. Everything I was spilling out was given to me by Choi Si-baek.

His cock, thrusting relentlessly into my wet pussy, finally hit my cervix and grazed my bladder. The crown of his cock, lodged deep inside, wreaked havoc.

“Ahh!”

Unable to hold back, I spread my legs as wide as I could and squirted toward his pubic hair. The sour, sticky fluid soaked his groin, but he kept his eyes locked on mine, focused only on pouring his love into me.

“Ahh.”

No matter how obscene I looked, his gaze convinced me that everything we did was born of love. Each glance he gave me was a reason to believe, and there was no way I couldn’t accept it.

As he looked at me, stained with excitement and shame, he came deep inside me. At the same time, we crashed our lips together without a second thought.

With a hoarse voice, I wrapped myself in the blanket and lay on my side, watching him play with my hair.

Half-sitting on the bed, he spent a long time massaging and soothing the bruises on my back before moving to my hair.

I forced my drooping eyelids open. I wanted to keep looking at him for as long as possible.

Even though he was only wearing sweatpants and his upper body was bare, he looked incredibly handsome.

“...Choi Si-baek, you’re annoying.”

“Why? Was it not good? It didn’t seem that way.”

His overconfidence was infuriating. I couldn’t help but compare him to Kim Kyung-hyun, who had asked me dozens of times if it was good, even when it wasn’t, and who couldn’t even keep a rhythm. Choi Si-baek, on the other hand, understood me without me having to say a word.

Having only been in relationships where the other person was focused on their own desires, meeting a man who prioritized me made me realize that I didn’t need to say anything for him to know what I wanted. It felt like he could see through any lie I told.

My past, miserable relationships felt like a necessary sacrifice to meet him. A man who could even offset the wounds of my past.

“What can’t you do? Where aren’t you handsome?”

The corners of his mouth, which had been holding back a smile, finally lifted, and he burst into laughter. Covering his eyes with one large hand, he laughed out loud.

He’s like a cheat item. What kind of man is this?

“...Kiss me.”

“Are you going to come again?”

“Ah, seriously!”

I hit his arm, laughing. I pressed my forehead against his chest, which was bouncing slightly from his laughter.