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“Tell me.”
“...Mmm.”
But instead of answering, Eun-chae let out a moan and bit her lip again.
“So you can feel pleasure even while being held by someone you dislike? Just from this much?”
“It’s not like that...”
Seok-kyung swallowed her lips once more. This time, the intensity escalated.
His free hand hastily unbuckled her pants as he no longer needed to support her waist.
“W-wait.”
His hand slipped inside her pants, grazing over the fabric covering her most sensitive spot.
“Aah...”
Breathless, she leaned her head against his shoulder.
“What a lewd body you have. Already so wet.”
There was no room for excuses.
Fortunately, Seok-kyung withdrew his hand after a few moments, but Eun-chae was already completely spent.
Even if he took her now, she would willingly accept him tonight.
No—she wanted him to.
This was the sex she had always dreamed of with Seok-kyung.
Not the chaotic, confused encounter they’d shared before, but something clear and deliberate like this. Physical pain might remain the same, but perhaps her heart wouldn’t ache as much.
“Lee Eun-chae.”
“Yes.”
This time, she answered promptly.
“Are you really okay with being held by me?”
The hesitation in his question made her open her eyes and look at him.
His expressionless face masked a complex storm brewing behind his gaze.
Why ask that now? Would he stop if she said no?
“Answer me. Are you really okay with it?”
If she said no, would their deal vanish altogether? The thought of losing both the arrangement and his embrace unsettled her deeply.
“What if I say I’m not okay? What will you do then?”
She regretted asking the moment the words left her mouth, but it was too late.
“I don’t know... I can’t figure out what to do with you...”
Frustrated, Seok-kyung sighed heavily and slowly pulled away from her.
“Do you want to go home, or are you staying here tonight?”
“Huh?”
“Do I need to repeat myself?”
“N-no, I’ll go home.”
“Change in the dressing room. I’ll drive you.”
Eun-chae hurriedly clutched her blouse closed over her chest and fled to the dressing room he indicated.
So he wasn’t going to continue tonight?
Since he offered to take her home, it seemed so. But as her heated body began to cool, regret crept in.
What am I thinking, Lee Eun-chae? Snap out of it.
She shook her head vigorously.
How easily she had been swept away by him.
Attempting to steady her racing heart, she opened the wardrobe door to change clothes—and froze.
None of the muted tones she usually wore were there. Instead, rows of high-end designer outfits reminiscent of her pre-divorce days hung neatly inside.
Even the underwear selection had changed. Gone were the plain beige pieces she currently wore; intricate lace lingerie sparkled under the light.
As promised, these were all prepared for her.
“How long do I have to wait?”
Seok-kyung’s impatient voice called from outside.
“Just a moment! I’ll be right out!”
Eun-chae quickly picked the simplest and least expensive brand among the options—though even that cost nearly a million won.
When she emerged, Seok-kyung greeted her with a crooked smile.
“Still clinging to your pride?”
“Huh?”
“Never mind. It doesn’t matter.”
Without further explanation, his usual cold mask returned.
---
“Get in.”
After descending via the private elevator, Seok-kyung led Eun-chae to his car parked in its designated space—a sleek black sports car.
“Buses work fine,” she protested weakly.
“Want me to buy you one?”
“What?”
“If you’re not asking for a car, just get in.”
Realizing he might actually buy her one if she insisted on taking the bus, Eun-chae reluctantly climbed into the passenger seat.
The interior matched the exterior: pitch-black leather seats exuded luxury, unmistakably fitting for Seok-kyung.
“Buckle up.”
Following his curt command, she reached behind her shoulder to fasten the seatbelt.
Once satisfied, Seok-kyung started the engine. Contrary to expectations, the ride was smooth and quiet, akin to a sedan rather than a roaring sports car.
In the silence—no music, no conversation—Eun-chae kept stealing glances at him.
What is he thinking about?
Had she been too easy, causing him to lose interest? Or did driving her home after buying her an apartment bore him?
Negative thoughts spiraled endlessly.
How had things come to this? She never should have agreed to such a deal, even at the risk of losing her job.
A sigh escaped her lips.
“Why?”
Breaking the silence, Seok-kyung asked.
“Huh?”
“You sighed. Why?”
“Oh, it’s nothing.”
She shook her head, her voice growing softer.
“If you’re feeling unsatisfied, endure it. Once you’re ready, we’ll finish what we started.”
Understanding his meaning perfectly, Eun-chae flushed crimson.
Ready? So does that mean he stopped because I wasn’t fully prepared yet?
The unexpected tenderness in his words stirred something within her.
Of course, she wasn’t the only one affected.
Seok-kyung silently cursed himself for saying something so unnecessary and focused intently on driving.
Endure it, he says? Who’s feeling unsatisfied here, Baek Seok-kyung?
He remembered how her eyes shimmered through half-closed lids when their lips met—it felt like losing his soul. When she finally closed her eyes during their second kiss, he mirrored her action.
Her admission that he was her first kiss partner unraveled his self-control, prompting him to devour her lips hungrily.
How could he simply stare at those lips uttering such sweet words?
Ripping open her blouse buttons hadn’t been ideal, but impatience consumed him. He wanted to see her bare skin clearly under bright lights—not obscured by shadows as before.
And there it was: flawless, smooth, radiant flesh glowing angelically under illumination. Its softness ignited desires he couldn’t suppress.
Moisture seeped through her thin underwear, making his throat tighten.
He almost took her right then.
At least, he intended to wait until she was fully prepared—but almost forgot himself.
Then again, why bother? She claims to dislike him anyway.
Watching her bite her lip and stare down at her hands resting on her knees, Seok-kyung shook his head.
She said she’d do anything—including sex—so why hold back? Offering consideration felt foolish now.
The pressure building in his trousers mocked him silently.
Stopping at the same alley entrance where his chauffeur had previously dropped her off, Seok-kyung parked the car.
“Thank you for driving me home.”
What nonsense. Thanking the man who forced himself on her? Irritated, Seok-kyung furrowed his brow.
Unaware of his thoughts, Eun-chae nodded politely and stepped out of the car.
“Wait.”
Soon enough, Seok-kyung followed suit.
“Why?”
“The alley is too dark. Let me walk you.”
“I’ll be fine.”
I won’t be.
Ignoring her protests, Seok-kyung walked ahead into the alleyway.
Hearing her resigned sigh and following footsteps, he slowly guided them toward her house.
The narrow path reeked of garbage, filth, and rotting odors. Stepping on such filth with shoes worth millions irritated him—but watching her navigate it alone bothered him more.
For reasons unknown, he couldn’t leave her here unescorted.
They trudged through the silent darkness, occasionally interrupted by distant barking dogs, until they reached her doorstep.
“Go inside.”
“You first.”
Leaving her alone here unsettled him, yet she urged him to leave first. His feet refused to move.
“One last question.”
“Yes?”
“Do you still owe debts?”
Instead of answering, Eun-chae bit her lip again, averting her gaze downward.
“How much?”
“Why does it matter?”
“...Do you plan to repay them?”
Her accusing glare pierced him.
“That’s not what I meant...”
“I’ll go in first.”
Whether fortunate or unfortunate, she turned away before he could explain.
The rusty blue gate slammed shut in front of him, leaving Seok-kyung staring blankly.
Why had he even asked? Even if repayment were possible, why should he care?
Then again, people would surely gossip about the ex-wife of Baek Group’s heir living in such squalor.
Besides, he could think of plenty more reasons to intervene.
Walking briskly back to his car, Seok-kyung jotted down instructions for his secretary to handle tomorrow.
Distant dog barks echoed as he quickened his pace, hoping never to return to this place again.
---
“Ms. Lee Eun-chae?”
Deep in concentration, typing furiously on her computer, Eun-chae looked up at the sound of her name.
Seeing the awkward smile of the caller, she pushed her chair back and stood.
“Secretary Won, what brings you here...?”
“I need a moment of your time. Can we talk somewhere private?”
“Uh, sure.”
Under the watchful eyes of suspicious colleagues, including Manager Yang, Eun-chae escorted Secretary Won to a small meeting room and closed the door behind them.
“What’s this about?”
“Well... um...”
Secretary Won’s troubled expression deepened as he sighed heavily, struggling to find the right words.
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