II - 9

Iryeong rolled her eyes, thinking of a way to escape the hotel.

She needed to find a way to evade the sharp gaze of that predator, who hadn’t taken his eyes off her for a second.

“What were you imagining?”

His voice was soft as he spoke.

“…What?”

“I’m curious. What kind of thoughts made you suddenly so restless?”

Reacting instinctively to his seemingly innocent question, Iryeong let go of the blanket, then grabbed it again, shaking her head slightly.

“Rustle, rustle.”

The calm sound of the blanket being mimicked by his voice sent an inexplicable heat to her ears.

Unable to bear it, Iryeong bit down hard on her lips. She furrowed her brows, silently urging him not to look at her with those all-knowing eyes.

“It’s all visible.”

His once-neutral tone had grown deeper.

“So stop tormenting me.”

It was now rough, like scraping metal.

Overwhelmed by his ever-changing demeanor, Iryeong unconsciously bit down harder on her lips.

“That lip of yours—stop tormenting it.”

I-jun raised his index finger and slowly traced his own lips, deliberately slow, as if putting on a show for someone.

“…That’s, that’s not what I meant.”

It was obvious to anyone that his actions were directed at her, leaving Iryeong stammering.

Flustered, she didn’t know where to look.

“All your thoughts are written on your face.”

He chuckled faintly, clearly enjoying the situation.

“That’s something I like about you.”

Then, his gaze sharpened as he glared at her with narrowed eyes.

At that moment, Iryeong abandoned her plan to leave the hotel. It felt like a strong warning from him not to go anywhere.

“Only do that in front of me.”

Then he pursed his lips and bit down on them.

She couldn’t bring herself to look directly at him as he casually spoke such shameless words.

“From now on, you’ll only get drunk in front of me.”

“…What?”

She found herself questioning his increasingly absurd statements.

“Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to carry you here?”

Ugh. The mere thought of being carried by him made her shut her mouth again.

“At first, this situation felt absurd, but maybe it turned out for the better.”

I-jun stroked his chin, then let his hand drift downward, fiddling with the top button of his tightly fastened shirt.

“You proposed marriage, right?”

His eyes, which had been softly curved, blinked slowly before sharpening again.

“…What?”

“To become a married couple, we need to test our compatibility.”

“C-compatibility? As in… physical compatibility?”

Stunned, Iryeong covered her lips with her hand. Her warm breath spilled endlessly onto her palm.

“How does that sound?”

I-jun was on the verge of losing control as he desperately tried to suppress his instincts.

Though her body was hidden under the blanket, he could feel every contour.

He noticed how she was trying her hardest to resist by stiffening her toes and tensing her body.

How her chest, visible beneath her shirt, rose and fell without pause.

He wanted to rip open her shirt and grab her soft breasts, kneading them roughly. He craved to suck on her tender skin, tasting her fully—it was driving him mad.

“…What? I, I didn’t mean—!”

“I hadn’t planned this, but my mind has changed.”

No predator would simply walk past a rabbit with wide, startled eyes.

His gaze, now tinged with danger, locked solely onto her as I-jun rose from his seat.

Under the weight of his stare, Iryeong found it hard even to breathe, unable to do anything but watch as he climbed onto the bed.

“Let’s see how we match.”

I-jun’s voice was low and slick with arousal.

“What… what are you talking about?”

Flustered, her lips and eyes trembled. She tried to ignore him, attempting to avert her gaze when—

“I warned you to be careful on this late night, yet here you are, so careless.”

His sultry voice pulled her in like a magnet, as if daring her to look away.

In the end, drawn by an irresistible force, Iryeong turned her head and met him face-to-face, his presence now overwhelming.

“It’s gotten really hot now.”

He began unbuttoning his shirt, one button at a time, eventually revealing his muscular torso.

“A-are you insane?”

Iryeong, unsure where to look, couldn’t help but cry out.

She hadn’t expected to find herself face-to-face with her boss’s bare skin in such a vulnerable state.

“Now, let’s do something crazy. Just the two of us.”

With both arms outstretched, he pulled her trembling body into his embrace.

“There’s no turning back now—the switch has already been flipped. After all, I’m only human.”

His rough voice dripped with raw desire.

Goosebumps erupted across Iryeong’s body. The scent wafting from him and the deep timbre of his voice alone were enough to drive her wild with excitement.

Finally, her body, which had been leaning against the headboard, slid down helplessly, leaving her lying on the bed as if surrendering to him.

“Who said anything about flipping a switch…”

Her voice came out barely above a whisper, trembling and weak. Yet, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from his face.

“You did, Iryeong.”

Even now, he remained brazenly confident.

The man who pressed his hardened lower body against her legs, grinding shamelessly.

“No one else but you can turn me off now.”

His confidence was so overwhelming it bordered on embarrassing.

Iryeong lowered her heated gaze, unable to meet his eyes any longer.

What she saw before her was Managing Director I-jun’s perfectly sculpted body, like a masterpiece carved by the gods. His chest muscles, firm and well-defined, rose and fell without pause.

Her gaze traveled down his toned chest, lower and lower, until it stopped at his thighs, which radiated an overwhelming sense of tension, as if they might burst at any moment.

Iryeong could feel herself growing wet, her panties slowly dampening.

It was all because of the desire he had ignited within her.

“You’re going to take responsibility for this.”

His excitement had already peaked the moment he carried her on his back. The strange sensation against his skin had long since driven all rational thought from his mind.

I-jun’s engorged lower half felt like it might explode at the slightest touch.

But her constant grinding against him was driving him mad, leaving no room for restraint.

He wanted to slide himself between her breasts and thrust. He craved to drench her delicate face with streams of his release, imagining her in disarray—it was driving him insane.

“I can’t hold back much longer.”

“Managing Director...”

In his mind, he had already stripped her blouse off and taken her. The imagined softness of her lips sent him spiraling into fantasies where he lost control over and over again.

But this wasn’t a fantasy anymore.

“This is your last chance. If you want to run, do it now. Otherwise, I’ll do my best to hold back no longer.”

Was this man even sane?

Iryeong’s breathing grew ragged. She knew exactly what he wanted, yet she couldn’t bring herself to resist, which only heightened her frenzy.

“I won’t be gentle.”

In the end, he read her mind and began unbuttoning her blouse one button at a time.

Iryeong didn’t resist. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, betraying her mounting excitement.

“I warned you that I wouldn’t go easy on you.”

At the moment she nodded in understanding, he lunged forward.

“...Hnn!”

Their heated lips met in a passionate kiss.

As if they had been waiting for this moment, their mouths hungrily devoured each other without hesitation.

Their tongues tangled fiercely, untangling and clashing repeatedly.

They explored every corner of each other’s mouths, scraping against the roof of her mouth as waves of arousal poured out ceaselessly.

“...Mmm.”

An unfamiliar moan escaped Iryeong’s lips.

The lingering scent of champagne mixed with their slick saliva, creating an intoxicating blend that overwhelmed her senses.

This was more intoxicating than drinking alcohol itself.

Helplessly, Iryeong surrendered to I-jun.

She naturally clung to him, wrapping her arms around his neck to steady herself as his rough movements threatened to topple her. She raked her fingers through his tousled hair.

“Ahh!”

A sharp sensation shot through her lower abdomen.

Something large and firm pushed its way between her thighs, filling her completely.

I-jun lifted her leg, which she had stiffened at the toes, and kissed her knee as he began rocking his hips. His usually neat hair swayed wildly, falling over his forehead. In that fleeting moment, she wanted to run her fingers through those soft-looking strands.

“Where are you looking?”

I-jun’s eyes flashed as he thrust harder into her.

He didn’t like how distracted she seemed.

“Hnn!”

Her waist twisted at his warning.

“You seem to have some leisure on your mind.”

“Ahh!”

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh surrounded them.

She could feel her wetness pooling between her thighs.

“Look only at me. Focus only on me.”

He had no intention of going easy on her.

Tasting and feeling her in reality, after having imagined taking her in his mind, only made him crave more intensity.

To erase the absurd thoughts swirling in his head—like her beautiful moaning lips wrapped around him—he needed to thrust harder.

I-jun greedily sucked on her bouncing breasts, teasing her hardened nipples with the tip of his tongue.

“Ah, Managing Director! Mmm!”

By now, Iryeong had dug her nails into his back, instinctively clinging to him so she wouldn’t fall from his relentless movements.

And so, the ecstatic night continued without pause, stretching past midnight and into the early hours of dawn.

“Ha… Managing Director.”

Her voice was hoarse from reaching climax multiple times.

“We need to go to work. Haa.”

She tried to stop him, even as he galloped like a wild stallion, untamed and unrelenting despite having climaxed several times.

“I need to go to work too.”

But I-jun didn’t stop. No, he had no intention of stopping.

Instead, he increased his pace, thrusting his hips faster.

With both hands gripping her hips to keep her from collapsing, he drove into her with unrestrained fervor.

“Hnn!”

A sharp pain pierced through her body. Unable to bear the overwhelming fullness inside her, she arched her back as far as it would go.

He firmly grabbed her breasts, which swayed wildly in rhythm with his movements.

“Should I stop now?”

His words were a lie; he showed no sign of stopping, instead taunting her with his relentless pace.

Caught in his obvious intentions, Iryeong had no choice but to surrender.

“...No. Don’t stop.”

She was completely consumed by the heights he brought her to.

Even if the world were to end in that moment, she wanted to fall into ruin with him, utterly overwhelmed by his fierce passion.