Chapter 2

Sizzle. On the large griddle, the pork belly was browning beautifully.

Yeon-hee stared at the man visible through the hazy smoke and filled his glass with soju.

“I told you, I got picked in the company raffle, so I ended up eating steak alone at a hotel.”

She was currently mumbling something that sounded like an excuse in response to Jun-jae’s question about what she had done on Christmas.

It wasn’t exactly a lie. Just as if she had won a raffle she hadn’t even entered, she had spent a night like a stroke of luck with Team Leader Min Jung-hoon. And in the end, she was left alone to eat a steak worth over 200,000 won. It was a surprise room service gift that Jung-hoon ordered for her before leaving the hotel.

After eating that steak, she spent Christmas night gazing out at the Seoul skyline. In other words, she was alone for the entirety of what should have been the most lively holiday.

She spent the next two days leisurely watching Christmas specials on the giant TV. Sighing with some unidentifiable regret. And that was it.

Jun-jae downed his glass of soju in one go and started complaining.

“Then you should have called me! I told you I was lonely after breaking up with my girlfriend!”

Im Jun-jae was her high school classmate.

He was the son of a wealthy family that owned several steel-related factories and the director of a small art gallery in the outskirts of Gyeonggi Province. Of course, he didn’t have much interest in art. His father had set up the gallery simply to give his idling son something to put on a business card.

“So, you just watched movies alone all day?”

With his glossy face, he asked her. Yeon-hee nodded at his fine features, which seemed oddly out of place in a pork belly restaurant.

“Yeah. Even some of the recent releases were on. It was nice. The TV was big, too.”

“You’re just showing off that you don’t have a boyfriend, huh? Next time, don’t sulk by yourself—call this oppa.”

“My birthday’s earlier, so technically, I’m the noona. How are you the oppa?”

“I’m paying for the pork belly today. Whoever pays is the oppa.”

“Fair point.”

With pork belly between them, the two clinked their glasses. As a few drops of soju spilled from the glasses and hit the griddle, a hiss of smoke rose.

People often asked her. How could she stay friends with a guy like Im Jun-jae—handsome, well-off, and successful—for over ten years without ever developing feelings for him? Surely, something romantic must have sparked at least ten times by now.

Every time, Yeon-hee would shrug and answer,
“Our personalities are so alike that we actually can’t date.”

But the truth was that their personalities were not alike—far from it. Yeon-hee was a textbook heterosexual woman, and Im Jun-jae was an unabashedly gay man.

Their solid friendship was largely thanks to Jun-jae’s sexual orientation, which neatly avoided any complications. That’s why they could drink together alone like this without any awkwardness.

“Don’t you want to date someone?”

As he asked the server for more scallion salad, Jun-jae turned to her with the question.

At the mention of “dating,” Yeon-hee momentarily thought of someone. Someone who seemed completely out of place in a pork belly restaurant like this. A man who looked more suited to eating chilled tuna belly on a sleek stone plate than sizzling pork belly dripping with oil—Team Leader Min Jung-hoon.

A boyfriend, huh? She’d spent a night with him, but… what were they? He had told her outright that he was trying to win her over, so was this what people called a “some” relationship—something between friends and lovers?

Since she wasn’t sure what they were, Yeon-hee gave a vague answer.

“It’ll happen when it happens.”

“I’ll set you up with someone. Remember that friend of mine? He’s been begging me for two months to introduce you.”

“No thanks. Your friends and I aren’t on the same level. It wouldn’t work.”

Jun-jae’s wealthy friends were just like him—either born with golden spoons or, at the very least, silver spoons. They belonged to a completely different world from her, who spent her days digging in the dirt.

Of course, Team Leader Min Jung-hoon was also from a different world. But he was someone she liked. That was enough to push any concerns about the future to the back of her mind.

Yeon-hee’s self-deprecating comment about not being on the same level made Jun-jae’s expression harden noticeably.

“What’s so wrong with you? You always talk down about yourself like that.”

“Then who exactly is this friend of yours who’s so desperate for an introduction?”

“He’s an accountant. Just passed the exam and is in training now.”

Of course. Yeon-hee let out a laugh that seemed to say she wasn’t the least bit impressed.

“No thanks. Why’s he so eager for an introduction anyway?”

Jun-jae’s expression stiffened, unusually serious. Cutting through the curling smoke, his gaze locked on her as he spoke in a somber tone.

“You said you wanted to get out of your house. Said it was hard. I don’t want to watch you struggling, trying to survive in that mess. Watching you get dragged down by the ankle makes me sick. That’s why I’m trying to marry you off, alright?”

“Marry me off? I can live well on my own, thank you very much. What kind of outdated nonsense is that?”

“That amazing ability of yours? It’s being sucked dry by your mom, that’s why.”

Jun-jae’s concern came from knowing Yeon-hee’s family circumstances all too well. He let out a frustrated sigh and downed his glass of soju.

“This oppa cares about you, but you just don’t get it… Ugh… You’re so damn proud you won’t even accept money when I offer to lend it to you…”

His muttered words trailed off, unusually bitter today. Yeon-hee let out a faint smile of her own and downed her soju. The liquid burned as it slid down her throat.

After an uneventful but hectic end of the year, a new year dawned.

Her interactions with Team Leader Min Jung-hoon at work were the same as ever. He was still the polite and gentlemanly team leader, and she was still just one of his team members.

By then, Yeon-hee had started to wonder if what had happened that night had been a dream. No, it had to be a dream. It had been a happy yet fleeting encounter, like an ephemeral springtime dream.

Early one morning, Yeon-hee was hunched over her desk, sorting through some scattered documents. She straightened up at the sound of movement behind her. Team Leader Min Jung-hoon was entering the office, a cup of coffee in one hand.

“Good morning.”

His smiling face looked like it belonged in a coffee commercial—handsome and flawless. Even so early in the morning, not a hair was out of place.

“Good morning, Team Leader.”

“Good morning, Team Leader!”

He nodded at a few greetings before leisurely making his way across the office. A faint aroma of coffee lingered in his wake as his neat footsteps echoed softly.

Yeon-hee, who had been awkwardly standing in front of her desk, greeted him as he passed with the calmest voice she could muster.

“Good morning, Team Leader.”

At that moment, Jung-hoon’s long strides came to a halt. Turning his upper body to face her, he tilted his head slightly, his gentle gaze sweeping over her.

“Are you tired?”

“Pardon?”

The sudden question left Yeon-hee momentarily flustered, responding with just one syllable.

He smiled faintly, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and then lightly tapped her lips with his fingertip.

“I don’t think I’ve worked you hard enough to make your lips crack. Although I did give you a hard time that night.”

The warmth of his touch spread from where his finger had grazed. Flustered, Yeon-hee rubbed her lips with the back of her hand, her ears flushing red. She instinctively glanced around, worried someone might have seen, but thankfully, it seemed no one had noticed.

He wasn’t wrong about not overworking her. A few days ago—now last year, technically—she had finished all her work during the holiday break, so her schedule was relatively relaxed for the time being.

Her chapped lips weren’t from the workload. They were the result of staying up all night partying at Jun-jae’s art gallery. Although calling it a “party” was a bit of a stretch… It had just been the two of them, both single, staying up all night watching movies and chatting.

Yeon-hee stared at Jung-hoon’s handsome face, seemingly entranced, before rummaging through her bag. That’s when she remembered—the sleek black card he had left behind that day.

She glanced around before hesitantly holding the card out to him. Jung-hoon took it with his flawlessly groomed hand, without a trace of hesitation.

“Come to think of it, why didn’t you use the card? I’m kind of hurt, you know.”

He sounded genuinely puzzled, as though it truly bothered him that she hadn’t used it. The reasoning behind his words was so incomprehensible that Yeon-hee was left opening and closing her mouth, speechless.

Jung-hoon casually slipped the card into his coat pocket and handed her a cup of Americano.

“You look really tired, Yeon-hee. This is a fresh cup—drink it.”

Before she could even thank him, he turned around and disappeared into his office.

Yeon-hee stood there blankly, staring after him as his figure faded away. First, he’d given her his card, and now he was giving her coffee. She was beginning to wonder how to interpret his overflowing kindness. Was this really… something romantic?

She stared at the takeout cup in her hand, then brought it to her nose to take in the aroma.

“Ah… He’s just too perfect. Why does he have to look that good today…”

Her heart fluttered like a spring wildflower in bloom at such simple gestures of kindness. It was clear now—she really did like Jung-hoon. She liked his looks, she liked the night they had shared, and she liked his thoughtful gestures and gentle smiles.

The warm scent of the coffee lingered in the air, bittersweet and deep, much like him.

“Development Team 1, Planning Team 1, and Finance Team, board the first bus! Development Team 2 and Planning Team 2, board the second bus!”

The morning air was still thick with the remnants of dawn, the sky a deep shade of blue.

Rubbing her sleepy eyes, Yeon-hee boarded the tour bus waiting in the alley near Yeouido Square. Today marked the start of a two-night, three-day winter workshop for the development, planning, and finance teams to celebrate the new year.

“They could’ve just spent this money on a meat feast instead—it would’ve been more efficient,” she thought to herself.

But there was no use complaining. If she had to go, she had to go.

To make matters worse, she wasn’t feeling great. Since the day before yesterday, she had felt a faint ache in her stomach, and now her period had arrived. Her cycles were unpredictable at best, but to have it strike now, of all times, was sheer bad luck. If she had known in advance, she would’ve taken medication to delay it.

After several hours on the road, they stopped at a restaurant for a meal, then drove for another hour until they arrived at a riding stable.

The idea was to spark creativity by experiencing something new.

“They should just split the money and hand it out. That’d make ideas flow even better,” she grumbled internally as she trailed behind Assistant Manager Kwon.

At the stables, they came upon a large horse standing behind a white fence. Intrigued, Yeon-hee hesitated before cautiously stepping closer. The horse let out a snort and nudged her shoulder with its muzzle.

“Oh my gosh!”

Startled, she jumped back, only to have an unfamiliar arm reach out from behind her. The hand began to gently stroke the horse’s muzzle.

“If you stroke its muzzle like this or touch the side of its neck, it’ll calm down,” came Jung-hoon’s voice from above her.

As if proving his point, the horse quickly relaxed, leaning into his touch. He seemed surprisingly at ease with the animal, handling it with a natural familiarity.

“Don’t be so tense. Animals are uncannily good at picking up on those things.”

He smiled lightly and took Yeon-hee’s hand, guiding it to the horse’s neck. Tentatively, she moved her hand, her fingers brushing against the horse’s fur, which was coarser than she had expected.

As she stood there, her hand held by Jung-hoon, stroking the horse, her cheeks flushed uncontrollably. It was just her team leader being kind—nothing more. And yet, her heart pounded so wildly it felt like an illness. Lovesickness, perhaps. The worst kind of lovesickness.

“It’s tamer than you’d think, right?”

“Yes. It’s sweet.”

But his smile was brighter than the white horse, so Yeon-hee kept her eyes fixed on the horse’s neck.

Just then, a high-pitched scream rang out. A few stalls down, Staff Member Yoo-jung was shrieking and brushing off her clothes in a fluster. It seemed a horse had grabbed her coat collar with its mouth, startling her.

When she jumped in surprise, the horse also reacted, raising its head in alarm. Jung-hoon turned his head toward Yoo-jung, who was causing the commotion. Yeon-hee followed suit, glancing in the same direction.

Would he show Yoo-jung the same "team leader's kindness" he had shown her? Would he take her hand, guide her to pet the horse, and flash that famously kind smile of his? If he did, Yeon-hee thought she might feel a little jealous.

Even she found her jealousy petty and childish. Truly, there was no cure for this kind of hopeless crush. But contrary to her worries, Jung-hoon simply turned back indifferently and gave Yeon-hee’s shoulder a light tap.

“Let’s go. I’ll escort you up front.”

His playful words rang in her ears. Escorting her, of course, amounted to nothing more than taking a few steps forward to stand in front of the stable manager. He acted as though the commotion behind them had nothing to do with him.

Yeon-hee moved as he gently guided her forward but turned her head to glance back. She felt worried and thought about checking on Yoo-jung. However, an employee from the riding stable had already approached Yoo-jung and was soothing her. Relieved, Yeon-hee started walking again, following Jung-hoon.

Thankfully, Yoo-jung seemed to be fine, shaken but unharmed.

The real problem lay in Yeon-hee’s own heart.

Initially, she had chalked up his actions to the kindness of a considerate team leader. But thinking that they might be driven by a personal fondness just for her made her heart flutter. She felt as though she had become someone “special” to him.

Yeon-hee moved along with the line, and before long, they arrived at the starting area. As saddles were placed on the horses, people began mounting one by one.

“Team Leader, aren’t you going to ride?”

Standing a few steps away, she called out to him. Jung-hoon shook his head.

“No, I’ll pass. It’s nothing new for me.”

“Oh… Have you ridden a lot before?”

“Well, yes. Enjoy your ride.”

Nodding, Yeon-hee joined the line to mount a horse. As she waited, his words lingered in her mind.

“It’s nothing new for me.”

Nothing new. That must mean he had ridden horses plenty of times before. To Yeon-hee, horseback riding seemed like a “luxurious pastime for wealthy people,” which only made her feel even more distanced from him.

Honestly, wasn’t he the very image of a prince on a white horse? That Min Jung-hoon.

Once Yeon-hee was helped onto a brown horse, she straightened her posture. Soon, her horse began trotting around the track, following the black horse ridden by Deputy Manager Yoo.

Each step the horse took sent a jolt through her lower body. Because it was that time of the month, the pain made it hard to keep her back straight, and her upper body kept twisting despite her efforts to stay upright.

She regretted not sitting this one out. She had forced herself to participate, worried that people might make unpleasant comments if she used her period as an excuse, but it was proving to be torture on her body. Still, what could she do? She absolutely didn’t want to show any signs of weakness at work.

As the horse’s speed increased, Yeon-hee’s face turned pale. By the time they reached the middle of the track, cold sweat was dripping down her back.

Gripping the reins tightly, she tried to focus, but when they returned to the starting area, her horse was stopped. It was Jung-hoon who had grabbed the reins, stepping in directly.

Had he noticed something? She thought she had kept her expression in check, but it seemed his sharp eyes had caught on. In truth, she had been dreading the thought of completing two more laps, so she couldn’t help but feel relieved.

Helping her off the horse with ease, Jung-hoon looked at her with concern and asked, “Are you okay?”

Yeon-hee couldn’t bring herself to say she was fine. She simply nodded. If she opened her mouth, she felt she might start retching. He asked again, his voice full of worry.

“Are you feeling unwell?”

“I’m fine, Team Leader.”

After taking a couple of deep breaths, Yeon-hee finally managed to respond. But it was clear Jung-hoon didn’t believe her. His gaze stayed fixed on her, and whenever she tried to avoid eye contact, he would move to catch her expression.

“It’s always the same with you, Yeon-hee. Why do you pretend to be okay when you’re not?”

“I’m enduring it because it’s bearable, Team Leader.”

"Your complexion doesn't look like someone who’s ‘fine.’"

“……”

Yeon-hee fiddled with her fingers for no reason. The atmosphere felt awkward.

She couldn’t quite figure it out. Where was this kindness of his coming from? Was it simply how he treated a subordinate? Or was it how one treated someone they had spent the night with? Or perhaps…

Could it be that he actually likes me?

Yeon-hee shook her head vigorously. Nothing was certain. He hadn’t confessed, and there was no clear evidence of anything. She hated the idea of getting ahead of herself and coming across as clingy to him more than anything.

Suppressing the emotions that dared to bubble up, Yeon-hee forced a smile.

“I’m really fine, Team Leader. Thank you for worrying about me.”

Holding on to the hope of something that couldn’t even begin to bloom would be as foolish and pathetic as it gets.

After returning to the resort, they unpacked their belongings and had dinner.

The evening’s schedule was predictable—a series of noisy events.

First, Yeon-hee received the "Best Colleague" award in a popularity contest. The “Company’s Most Handsome Man” award, of course, went to Team Leader Min Jung-hoon. After that, the evening turned into a time for drinks and revelry.

The darkened hall flickered with colorful lights, and suddenly, the men of Accounting Team 1, dressed in drag, transformed the scene into a wild party.

Kim Manager performed a Russian folk dance involving repeated sitting and standing to a near-cultural-heritage level of skill. In doing so, he dragged the team leaders of Accounting Teams 1 and 2, as well as the Finance Team and Planning Team 2, onto the stage one by one. However, even in his drunken state, he didn’t dare approach Team Leader Min Jung-hoon.

There seemed to be an unspoken boundary that even alcohol couldn’t cross.

Min Jung-hoon—he truly was a fascinating person. Though just a team leader, he didn’t seem like just a team leader. He carried an air of elegance that hinted at an upbringing of privilege, yet he approached his subordinates with ease. Still, there was always an invisible wall around him that made him hard to grasp.

And then…

And then, there was the fact that he was the man she had shared a bed with.

Stealing glances at this enigmatic man, Yeon-hee fiddled with the remote controlling the lights. As the flashing lights illuminated his face, she couldn’t help but think, once again, how good-looking he was. And she couldn’t help but feel a little foolish for thinking so.

The next morning, the group gathered in front of the resort for morning exercise, but Yeon-hee wore a worried expression.

The day’s schedule involved hiking up Mount XX—a trail that would take four hours just to ascend.

She couldn’t understand why a company workshop meant to foster teamwork included hiking. Struggling up a mountain with sore thighs seemed like the perfect way to end up grabbing a colleague by the collar instead of bonding.

Thinking of the painkillers she had packed in her bag, Yeon-hee let out a deep sigh. Her back pain was particularly bad that morning. But, as always, she didn’t want to complain. She resolved to grit her teeth and endure it. If it became unbearable, she planned to chew and swallow two or three pills at once.

It was a reckless decision, but what choice did she have? This, unpleasant as it was, was part of surviving in the workplace.

After finishing the morning exercise, the group began walking toward the bus in small groups. Yeon-hee did the same, chatting with Yoo-jung about how she hoped the lunchboxes would be tasty. Despite her pale complexion, she did her best to hide her discomfort.

That’s when someone called out from behind her.

“Yeon-hee.”

The voice was slightly lower than usual, likely because it was morning. It was Jung-hoon.

As he called her name, he looked down at his phone, seemingly checking emails. She caught a glimpse of the red company email icon on his screen. Yeon-hee stood obediently, waiting for him to speak.

After finishing with his phone, he lifted his head and spoke.

“Yeon-hee, what should we do? It seems you won’t be able to go hiking today.”

“What? Why not?”

“I suddenly need to handle some work in a nearby area. I’ll need you to drive me. I have things to prepare while we’re on the way, so I can’t drive myself.”

He smiled apologetically as he explained.

At that moment, Yoo, the deputy manager standing next to him, quickly offered, “I can drive for you, Team Leader.”

But Jung-hoon shook his head.

"Deputy Manager Yoo, you hit the brakes too hard. Change your driving style, and then you can drive my car."

With a relaxed tone, Jung-hoon flatly rejected Yoo's offer.

Recalling Jung-hoon’s car model, Deputy Manager Yoo nodded immediately. The thought of damaging such an expensive car—a vehicle where even a new rearview mirror could cost hundreds of dollars—must have crossed his mind.

Yeon-hee stepped forward.

"Yes! I'll drive, Team Leader."

Even though her back pain made driving seem grueling, it would still be far better than hiking. In a way, it was a stroke of luck. Her only hope was not to cause any damage to his expensive car.

Moments later, the large bus carrying the employees departed from the resort. Yeon-hee waved after the bus until it disappeared from view, then turned to look at Jung-hoon. He was still leaning against the entrance wall, quietly watching her.

The lack of expression on his face was almost unnerving, sending a strange chill down her shoulders.

She occasionally felt it—that coldness in his eyes as he gazed at her without expression. But then he would flash that charming smile of his, and she would always dismiss it as her imagination, brushing the thought aside. Just like now.

As he smiled, Yeon-hee approached him, her own face breaking into a smile.

"Team Leader, you're going to change your clothes before we leave, right? I'll change and come back too."

Even though she was only going to be driving, it was better to be prepared for anything. If she had to assist him with work, her current tracksuit wouldn’t do. Thankfully, the outfit she had worn on the first day was neat and appropriate.

Jung-hoon chuckled softly, then pushed himself off the wall and gently wrapped an arm around her shoulders. His subtle cologne wafted over her.

Startled by the sudden gesture, she instinctively tensed. Leading her forward, Jung-hoon began walking toward the lobby elevator.

"Relax. There's no one from the company left at the resort right now."

"Oh… oh, okay."

Yeon-hee stammered, her awkward response betraying her nervousness. She was too caught off guard by the sudden physical contact. Since that night, he hadn’t come this close to her—but now, out of the blue, he was…

Pressing the elevator button, Jung-hoon spoke in what sounded like a command.

"Grab your bag and come down."

"My bag?"

"We’re going to Gangneung today. I’ve booked a hotel."

"A hotel? Is the schedule going to be longer than expected?"

Yeon-hee found herself repeatedly asking foolish questions. Jung-hoon tilted his head slightly to meet her gaze.

"No. It’s so I can sleep with you."

There wasn’t the slightest trace of hesitation in his expression.

Yeon-hee froze, her mouth hanging open in shock. It was as though she had heard some alien language rather than Korean. Did he just say something about… sex?

With a soft ding, the elevator doors opened. Too stunned to move, Yeon-hee stood there until Jung-hoon lightly placed his hand on her back and pressed the "open" button to keep the doors from closing.

The doors, which had been starting to close, slid back open.

"I’m joking. From the look of you, you probably can’t even manage to give me a blowjob, let alone have sex."

"……."

His leisurely voice continued, flowing into her stiff ears.

"Grab your bag and come down. I won’t touch you today, so don’t worry."

Before she could say anything, he gently guided her into the elevator. As the doors began to close, Yeon-hee stared blankly at them.

Jung-hoon waved and smiled brightly, his grin visible until the doors shut. Only then did Yeon-hee take a deep breath.

Why does he talk about things like that as casually as discussing dinner plans? But… did my reaction seem too naïve? I mean, we’ve already done everything there is to do.

Turning awkwardly toward the mirror in the elevator, Yeon-hee caught sight of her reflection. A woman with flushed cheeks was staring back at her, looking as dumbfounded as she felt.

When she returned downstairs with her bag, Jung-hoon was nowhere to be seen. She glanced around the lobby, scanning the area, when her phone rang. Answering it, she heard Jung-hoon’s voice on the other end.

“Yes, Team Leader.”

• Come to the entrance.

It was a simple, concise command.

Adjusting the bag slipping down her shoulder, Yeon-hee hurried through the lobby.

As she reached the entrance, a sleek silver sedan came into view. While she had been packing her things, Jung-hoon must have retrieved it through valet service. The windows were heavily tinted, obscuring the interior, but she recognized the car from the time he had given her a ride. She was certain it was his.

“I’m going to have to drive, aren’t I?”

Yeon-hee confidently walked to the driver’s side door, circling around to stand next to it.

It would be rude to just open the door without permission. Should she knock on the window? As she deliberated, the door suddenly swung open. Startled, she took a step back, and the first thing she saw was a sharply extended leg.

Before she could fully process what was happening, Jung-hoon was already standing in front of her.

“What are you doing, Yeon-hee?”

“I was getting ready to drive you, Team Leader.”

She gestured toward the driver’s seat and replied nonchalantly, but Jung-hoon’s expression grew subtly peculiar.

Thinking he might be hesitant about letting her take the wheel, Yeon-hee quickly began to reassure him with all the confidence she could muster.

“Don’t worry, Team Leader. I may not own a car, but I’ve been driving for years. I always drive when we go on business trips. I promise I won’t put a single scratch on your car—you can trust me.”

She even recalled what the manager had said about her once:

“Yeon-hee’s driving is the smoothest in our team! So clean!”

But Jung-hoon, still wearing that slightly enigmatic expression, simply chuckled and shook his head.

Without saying a word, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and began leading her around the car, as naturally as he had guided her into the elevator earlier.

By the time they stopped in front of the passenger seat, Jung-hoon finally spoke.

“Yeon-hee, I’m not worried about the car. I’m worried about you.”

“Huh?”

He opened the passenger door, gently nudging her inside until she found herself seated. Jung-hoon placed one hand on the car roof and leaned in slightly, meeting her eyes.

“No matter how I think about it, it’s a bit disappointing. I went so far as to make an excuse about work to let you rest comfortably, even booked a hotel—and this is how you treat me?”

Before Yeon-hee could respond, the passenger door closed smoothly.

She watched as Jung-hoon walked around the front of the car to the driver’s side. His scent lingered faintly in the breeze, pleasant and subtle. Soon, he was in the driver’s seat. As he got in, Yeon-hee caught the faint trace of his cologne wafting over to her.

After placing one hand on the steering wheel, Jung-hoon glanced at her and chuckled. His gaze had landed on the seatbelt strap diagonally stretched across her body. She had fastened it herself while he was walking to the driver’s side.

The car started smoothly.

“You never give me a chance to show some manners, do you, Yeon-hee?”

“Oh! Should I take it off and put it on again, Team Leader? I’m sorry, I just put it on without thinking…”

Her flustered response, as she hurriedly reached for the seatbelt, made him laugh heartily. Shaking his head, his laughter even caused his shoulders to shake. Still smiling, Jung-hoon paused the car at a crosswalk and gave her a lingering glance.

“You’re so fascinating.”

“Pardon?”

As a grandmother with a shopping bag crossed the street, Jung-hoon stepped on the accelerator and murmured under his breath.

“Really fascinating…”

It didn’t seem like he was expecting a response.

Yeon-hee didn’t know how to react and instead fiddled absentmindedly with the Burmester audio system. Watching her movements, he soon turned on the music. The once-quiet car interior filled with a soft melody.

She had expected classical music, but surprisingly, it was jazz.

What am I to you
Tell me darlin’ true

Yeon-hee tilted her head slightly and gazed out the window. It was the middle of winter. The wind wove through the barren tree branches, whipping people’s hair harshly before letting it go.

If she turned her head, Jung-hoon would be there, but Yeon-hee couldn’t bring herself to look at him.

The singer’s voice stirred her mind like a dream.

What am I to you

Yeon-hee closed her eyes, listening to the low voice emanating from the speakers.

Team Leader, what exactly am I to you?

In the hotel room, Yeon-hee was alone. Jung-hoon had left after telling her to wait for him, saying he’d step out for a bit.

Feeling stiff all over, she took a hot shower and changed into the pajamas she’d brought from home—a yellow t-shirt with a duck printed on it and soft pajama pants dotted with bear paw prints.

She hadn’t expected to wear these in a hotel room like this; she had packed them intending to wear them at the resort.

Her outfit seemed completely out of place in the luxurious hotel with its breathtaking ocean view, but it couldn’t be helped. She was reluctant to wear only a bathrobe on bare skin.

If Jung-hoon returned to find her in a bathrobe with damp hair, he might think it absurd—or worse, interpret it as if she were trying to seduce him or expecting something to happen between them. That kind of misunderstanding would be troublesome. She didn’t want to show any presumptuous desire.

Her back began to ache again, so she took a painkiller and lay down on the bed. As the soft duvet enveloped her, warmth quickly spread through her body. Sleepiness began to wash over her. She had been up since dawn, and the medication was starting to take effect.

Blinking heavily, she turned her head to the left. The pristine ocean stretched out, brilliantly blue. Sunlight spilled over the water’s surface, scattering in dazzling white fragments.

If it weren’t for the Team Leader, I’d probably still be hiking.

By now, she might have been chewing and swallowing three Tylenol tablets at once. Feeling a sudden surge of gratitude toward Jung-hoon, Yeon-hee closed her eyes. It felt as if her body were melting into the bed.

Soft sounds reached her ears. A cautious click as something was placed down. The gentle rustling of a well-dried cloth. The dry friction of pages turning slowly.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Jung-hoon bathed in the soft glow of a bedside lamp.

He was sitting in the chair next to the bed, his gaze lowered as he read a book. The shadow of his glasses frame cast a graceful line along his cheek. Each slow blink seemed to leave a faint halo at the tips of his eyelashes.

“Haah…”

Before she realized it, Yeon-hee let out a small sigh. His unrealistically handsome appearance struck her anew, making her breath escape.

Jung-hoon looked up at the sound. He removed his glasses and set them carelessly on the table, leaning toward her slightly. His unhurried smile seemed especially gentle tonight.

“Did you sleep well? How’s your body feeling?”

“I’m fine… ahem, I’m fine.”

Her throat caught momentarily, and after clearing it with a couple of small coughs, she managed to answer properly. Yeon-hee instinctively glanced at the pitch-black ocean outside the window before turning her gaze back to him.

Through the loosely tied robe, a glimpse of his firm chest was visible. Yeon-hee quickly averted her eyes.

She had just told him she was fine, but maybe that wasn’t entirely true. If her body were fine, her cheeks wouldn’t suddenly flush like this. It felt as if her face had caught fire, a sudden rush of heat blooming across her skin.

Jung-hoon gently pressed down on Yeon-hee's flustered and restless body, encouraging her to lie back down with a tender tone.

“Lie down. You’re here to rest.”

As he pulled the blanket up over her, he suddenly noticed something, letting out a soft laugh.

Yeon-hee glanced down at herself. She was wearing the t-shirt she had chosen as pajamas. On the front, a cute duck was sticking its beak out adorably.

“Where did you buy something like this?”

Jung-hoon asked, his face still amused.

Yeon-hee hesitated slightly. She felt embarrassed to tell someone who seemed like they only shopped at high-end department stores that she had bought it for 5,000 won at an underground market. But then—

“Did you get those pants from the same place?”

When he pulled the blanket down to reveal her pajama pants, which were adorned with bear paw prints, and asked about their origin, Yeon-hee had no choice but to answer sheepishly.

“Yes, I got them from the same place… I paid 18,000 won for the two together at the underground market.”

Her attempt to sound confident about it didn’t prompt any ridicule from Jung-hoon. He merely smiled and said she should take him there next time to show him around.

As he pulled the blanket back up to her waist, he spoke again.

“Could you lift your shirt a bit?”

“…What?”

Yeon-hee clutched the blanket tightly and stared at him, startled. Lift her shirt? All of a sudden?

Jung-hoon’s expression remained calm and composed.

“You were groaning about stomach pain in your sleep. There’s no heating pad here… I can massage it for you, so lift it up.”

“Oh…”

Had she just been having inappropriate thoughts on her own? Embarrassed, Yeon-hee bit her lip lightly before cautiously lifting her t-shirt. It was a bit embarrassing, but it somehow felt even more awkward to refuse his considerate gesture with an overreaction. After all, hadn’t he already seen everything before?

Jung-hoon’s hand touched her exposed lower abdomen. His large palm, which completely covered her stomach, was incredibly warm.

He began to massage her gently, his hand gliding softly over her skin, caressing her abdomen with tender care.

“Does it feel warm?”

His low voice cut through the quiet, asking her softly. Yeon-hee bit her lower lip tightly and nodded.

His hand was warm, no doubt about it. But…

But each time Jung-hoon touched her, a strange heat pooled in her lower abdomen. A subtle, tantalizing excitement began to rise, like a shimmering haze. Despite his kindness and genuine concern, her thighs quivered involuntarily.

She was beginning to hate herself for reacting so indecently to such an innocent gesture.

Yeon-hee grabbed his wrist urgently.

“Um, I-I think that’s enough—”

“It’s strange.”

She had barely managed to get the words out when Jung-hoon interrupted her abruptly. His words cut through her protest like a knife. She swallowed the rest of her sentence and looked up at him. His gaze had grown heavy, his expression darkened.

“It’s really strange. Being with you makes me feel like a dog in heat.”

“…What?”

His hand slipped beneath her shirt. The hand that had been gently massaging her lower abdomen now slid suggestively up toward her chest. As if tracing her skin with intention, he reached her bra and firmly gripped it.

“Even while you’re wearing such a cute t-shirt, I can’t stop getting hard.”

He whispered in a voice devoid of expression.

“I’m doing this to someone who’s not feeling well. If this isn’t being in heat, then what is?”

A desire expressed in a refined voice. Yeon-hee faced his instincts and simply inhaled. Unable to find words to respond, she only swallowed hard and fidgeted with her fingers.

Jung-hoon's smile softened again.

"It's a talent to make people aroused wearing clothes like that, don't you think?"

"Ah..."

He grasped the hem of her rolled-up t-shirt and slowly pulled it up. The edge of the shirt hung precariously just below her bra.

"You don't have a picture on your bra too, do you? Like a cat or something."

"No!"

Yeon-hee's face flushed red as she tried to pull her t-shirt down. But Jung-hoon was quicker. He lightly pressed her upper abdomen with his palm and then grabbed the t-shirt again.

"I won't tease you, just show me."

He requested with a playful smile, as if coaxing her. It was only natural that Yeon-hee nodded involuntarily.

Yeon-hee found herself at an embarrassing crossroads. Should she raise her own clothes and show her underwear, or should she suggest that Jung-hoon take her clothes off? Or should she just wait for his actions? Whatever she chose, she would be embarrassed.

Instead of raising her shirt, Jung-hoon slipped his hand inside her bra and lightly scratched her nipple with his fingernail.

"Ah!"

Yeon-hee's shoulders twitched. He playfully touched her nipple, flicking it from side to side. The nipple, which had been small and hidden, rose hard from the embarrassing friction.

Jung-hoon pinched the protruding peak between his thumb and forefinger and slowly began to rub it. He slowly rubbed it with two fingers and pressed it firmly, sometimes flattening the nipple.

It was a very gentle, subtle sensation of friction.

Yeon-hee gasped. When she was about to let out a faint groan, Jung-hoon smiled faintly and dropped his hand.

"I'm sorry. I said I wouldn't touch you."

His tone was too nonchalant for someone who had just been wantonly fondling her nipple.

He carefully covered Yeon-hee's t-shirt down to her navel and patted her chest.

"Or should I suck it for you?"

Since I'm not the one touching you. He muttered leisurely and pressed his index finger firmly between her lips.

A white, neat finger began to press and rub against Yeon-hee's tongue. Yeon-hee bit his finger with a flustered expression. Because she had a fever, the temperature in her mouth was very hot.

"..."

His eyes sank heavily into the abyss.

Before she knew it, the finger had multiplied into two, stirring her mouth messily. He pushed them deep inside, touching her mucous membrane and poking around. As if what he had put in her mouth was not a finger but his own cock.

"Wrap it well with your tongue. Yes, like that. Don't scratch it with your teeth."

"Uhh..."

The sound of saliva and fingers rubbing together echoed moistly. Jung-hoon quietly gazed at her flushed eyes and the slightly revealed red tongue. Then, when a groan trapped in Yeon-hee's throat escaped, he finally pulled his hand out.

Jung-hoon wiped his hand with a handkerchief and looked at Yeon-hee's flushed face.

"Fellatio would be too much. Because I'm not confident I can only stick my dick in your mouth."

Then he neatly got up from his seat.

Yeon-hee rubbed her mouth and stared at his back with a dazed expression. Through the silk gown, his fairly firm back muscles were moving gracefully.

She was just dazed, not knowing what had happened.

He had just told her to suck it, put his fingers in her mouth, and stirred her mouth as if he were fondling her with his cock. Then, at the end, he said he wouldn't have the composure and left.

So… what he wanted to insert wasn't his finger.

Was it a consideration not to shove his cock into my mouth? Or was it to keep his promise not to touch me?

"Ah..."

Yeon-hee's face belatedly flushed. She only bit his finger, but she was puzzled as to why the act felt so suggestive.

Across the living room, next to the refrigerator, he picked up a water bottle. As he drank the cold water, his cock, lifting his gown, stood out abruptly. His cock, firmly erect above his navel, was substantial in size even though it was hidden by the gown.

The enormous, gigantic cock of a man who looked like a carefully painted masterpiece. The thought that it had once ravaged inside me sent chills down my spine.

But the man with the ominous cock didn't seem to have any intention of satisfying his desires. With his extremely erotic body, he simply tossed the half-drunk water bottle onto the sofa.

He approached, his erect cock bobbing.

"Can I lie down with you? I won't touch you."

His beautiful face, which felt ascetic, asked calmly and leisurely. Yeon-hee averted her gaze from his visible desire and barely nodded.

One side of the blanket was lifted, and he got in. Two bodies touched inside the blanket, which was warmed by Yeon-hee's body temperature.

Something hard dug into the space between Yeon-hee's buttocks.

Rubbing his suddenly erect cock against Yeon-hee, Jung-hoon pulled her waist strongly towards him.

Yeon-hee stiffened with tension. His chest muscles, felt behind her back, were quite firm. She felt a hot heat spreading like a haze between the two bodies clinging tightly together.

She trembled and felt strangely aroused even though nothing was happening.

At that moment, a splendid streak of light burst out behind the large window.

Yeon-hee, who had been fidgeting in his arms, was startled and raised her head. Sparkling lights covered the sky. It seemed someone was having a fireworks display on the beach near the hotel.

"It's beautiful."

Jung-hoon murmured, rubbing Yeon-hee's lower abdomen with his palm.

Yeon-hee could only nod without making a sound. His tingling voice was so sweet that she felt her heart would jump out of her mouth if she opened it.

After a while, the fireworks that had continued to decorate the sky subsided, leaving only sparkling powder.

"It's like shooting stars."

Yeon-hee whispered.

Jung-hoon slowly rubbed his lips against Yeon-hee's neck and asked.

"What's your wish, Yeon-hee?"

His voice was heavy, languid, and subdued.

Seeing the fireworks that had disappeared like shooting stars, he seemed to have a sudden question.

His hot breath brushed against her skin. The hard cock pressing against her, and the soft lips tracing her neck, all only made Yeon-hee's thighs twitch.

But even so, his questioning voice was as low and friendly as a homeroom teacher asking about future aspirations.

Yeon-hee gripped the blanket tightly and answered casually.

"My… my dream is long-term employment."

A low laugh erupted from behind her neck. He laughed out loud, as if he hadn't even imagined the answer of long-term employment. Then, he lightly bit her neck and whispered.

"Your dream is so cute. You're really cute, Yeon-hee."

Yeon-hee closed her eyes tightly.

Hoping that he wouldn't notice this reaction, which was anything but cute, she felt her lower body becoming increasingly wet, and the erotic and lewd twitching every time his cock poked her.

"Yes. We'll take care of the navigation on our end. Yes, it's correct that only two are opened per season, right?"

-Of course. We said two last time.

"That's a relief."

Yeon-hee moved her mouse while talking to the PR department with the receiver tucked between her ear and shoulder. On the bottom of the monitor displaying the Excel program, the company messenger button was blinking.

-Is there anything else you need before the opening?

"Yes. There's nothing else, but we need to do an update. It will be done simultaneously with the application release..."

Yeon-hee inhaled sharply in the middle of the call.

-Hello? Yeon-hee?

"Ah, I'm sorry. Please go ahead."

The newly arrived message was from Jung-hoon.

[Yeon-hee. Do you like brownies?]

At Jung-hoon's question about whether she liked brownies, Yeon-hee frantically typed on the keyboard.

[Yes, I like them, Team Leader!]

She barely knew what she was talking about with the person on the other end of the phone. As soon as she roughly finished the conversation with the other party and put down the receiver, another message blinked.

[Then come eat some.]

It wasn't a long sentence. But it was just the right length to shake Yeon-hee's heart. Yeon-hee lowered her rising lips and typed again.

[Yes, I understand!]

Yeon-hee rummaged through her desk and roughly stuffed the proposal into a black iron case. Then, as she stood up from her seat, she gave an excuse to Deputy Kwon, which he hadn't even asked for.

"Deputy Kwon. The team leader asked me to show this to him before your review. I'll just go get his approval."

It was extremely rare for Yeon-hee, as a staff member, to directly meet with the team leader. Usually, work was processed through two people, or rarely one. That's why she was preemptively rambling, afraid that they might suspect her going to the team leader's office.

But Deputy Kwon responded with a look that said, "Why are you even mentioning that?"

"But what if the team leader rejects it from the concept stage? We've been researching this for two weeks."

"I don't think he meant it that way. If he says he'll reject it, I'll grab onto his pant leg, so don't worry."

After reassuring Deputy Kwon, who was speaking worriedly, she hurriedly moved her feet.

Soon, after only a few steps, she arrived in front of the firmly closed team leader's office door. After giving a nod to the secretary, she knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Easy permission was granted.

Yeon-hee carefully stepped inside. The office, with one entire wall made of glass, revealed an open view as soon as she entered. Yeon-hee carefully sat on the sofa, admiring the scenery, which was different from the tightly closed office she was used to.

"Just a moment, Yeon-hee. I'm sorry."

He didn't take his eyes off the documents even though Yeon-hee had entered.

Jung-hoon, still looking down at the documents and asking for her understanding, checked something with his fountain pen and belatedly looked up.

"You're here?"

His face, smiling softly, was as friendly as ever.

"You've been busy lately, haven't you?"

Click. He pressed the lock on the team leader's office door and asked as he approached the sofa.

“It’s okay. It seems like you’ve been working overtime every day lately, Team Leader.”

In fact, he seemed busier than she was. His secretary had complained that he had a backlog of appointments and engagements that he couldn’t handle.

He was usually relaxed, but he sometimes handled busy schedules like a superhuman, which made everyone marvel. Even in the midst of all that, he was always impeccably dressed from head to toe, which was even more astonishing.

Jung-hoon sat down holding a small paper box and untied the brown ribbon. A sweet scent wafted out as he opened the mint-colored box. It was brownies, packaged in several pieces.

“Eat some. It was a gift, but I don’t really like sweet things.”

Yeon-hee unconsciously opened her mouth towards the brownie he offered.

Seeing Yeon-hee receive it like a baby bird, Jung-hoon’s lips curved into a satisfied smile. Yeon-hee felt a little embarrassed, wondering if she had acted too casually in front of her team leader. It felt like she was being spoiled. Even though he was the one who offered it, and she just received it.

He occasionally gave her snacks like this.

After the workshop, they had had sex several times.

At the hotel he always went to, always in pitch-black darkness, Yeon-hee trembled with the onrushing pleasure. Like the deep darkness that engulfed the bed, pleasure intensely covered her body.

But after the intense sex, Jung-hoon would soon leave Yeon-hee alone in the hotel without any lingering feelings. Handing her a card she had never used.

She didn’t have any particular complaints. A part of her felt a little chilly, but she understood that it was his habit not to stay out overnight, which made her feel more at ease.

What was confusing was things like today. Every time she accepted his small favors, she was suddenly filled with questions.

There was no proper confession, and they didn’t even exchange texts like ordinary lovers. But looking at him calling her out like this and taking care of her so affectionately, it felt like they were having a normal relationship.

It felt like they were on a short-term relationship.

It was difficult to define her relationship with him. But she couldn’t ask him directly because she was afraid of his reaction to her question.

If he firmly drew a line as a sex partner, her heart would be hurt, and if she asked back if they were lovers, her position in asking ‘what is our relationship’ would be a little embarrassing.

So, she decided to enjoy the present for now. Who knew when she would get involved with someone like him again?

But even though she had decided to let go of everything and just enjoy it, she developed vain desires. She liked him more and more and kept wanting him. She shouldn't have. Foolishly knowing that if the balloon of her vain expectations burst, only shattered remains would be left.

Lost in thought, she was mindlessly chewing the brownie he gave her when suddenly the top button of her shirt popped open. Yeon-hee suddenly came to her senses. Startled, she raised her head and saw Jung-hoon kissing her collarbone and lightly unbuttoning the button.

“Team Leader?”

She stiffened and leaned back on the sofa. Jung-hoon came even closer than the distance he had moved away from her and unbuttoned her third button as well.

“It’s okay. I locked the door.”

He slowly ran his fingertips over her cleavage. A chilling sensation clung to her sensitive skin. As Yeon-hee took a deep breath, her breasts swayed elastically.

Jung-hoon unhesitantly spread open her unbuttoned shirt.

“T, Team… Team Leader.”

Yeon-hee called him hesitantly.

Looking down, her breasts were half-revealed below her clearly visible bra. Her full breasts were tightly packed, as if they would overflow. Not expecting this to happen, she felt even more embarrassed for wearing a small cup.

As she pulled her upper body back and twisted her waist, he kissed her cleavage and whispered.

“Don’t pull away. I want to suck your nipples.”

As soon as he finished speaking, her bra was pulled down. Her fair breasts swayed and revealed themselves. Her nipples stood pointed in front of his face, as if deliberately presented.

Yeon-hee’s face flushed instantly. She felt completely naked in front of him in the bright office.

He wrapped his arms around Yeon-hee's slender waist and brought his face close. He lightly rubbed his cheek against her breast, causing friction with her nipple, and then turned his head and bit it.

"Mmm..."

A faint moan escaped Yeon-hee's lips. He ran his tongue along her areola, teasingly grazing her nipple. The air touching her bare skin was cool, but his tongue touching her breast was moist and hot, sending shivers down Yeon-hee's arms.

He licked her nipple, which had become erect, as if flicking it, and slowly rubbed it. Then, he bit down hard and began to suck as if it hurt. He grabbed her soft breast and wantonly fondled the flesh protruding between his fingers.

"Hmm... Hnn..."

Only wet sounds echoed secretly in the silent space.

Yeon-hee, trying to gather her scattered senses, turned her head and stared at the door.

It must be locked. It should be locked. It had to be. If someone opened that door now, she would be caught in an obscene position, her white breasts exposed, being sucked by her team leader.

"Ah...! Ugh..."

A wet tongue stuck to her skin. Yeon-hee forcibly suppressed her moans. But she couldn't help the faint, groaning sounds that leaked out. The secretary was right outside the door, and her heart pounded wildly with fear that she might hear her lewd voice.

He bit down hard on her nipple between his teeth.

"Ah! Team Leader. It hurts..."

Her flattened nipple was chewed gently. He chewed on her nipple as if kneading it, and then bit down hard on the areola, starting to suck fiercely. She was on the verge of shuddering with pleasure that contained a dizzying pain.

His hot breath scattered over her breast. Her nipple completely swelled in his mouth. Deep excitement hung on the edge of Yeon-hee's lips.

"Ah... Hnn, hnn..."

Her moans were mixed with sobs due to the intense friction. Her upper body swayed and her breasts trembled each time her body shook.

After tormenting her breast for a long time, he finally released his strength. Jung-hoon whispered, lightly biting only the tip of her nipple.

"If you make that kind of noise, they'll hear you outside. Although, I do like hearing it."

The sensation she felt each time his lips moved was quite soft.

"Mmm..."

Yeon-hee twisted her waist, suppressing her excitement. As she let out a slender moan, he, who had been clinging to her breast, pulled his face away. Then, he lightly embraced Yeon-hee and gently laid her down on the sofa.

Yeon-hee lay there with her clothes still open, her bare breasts exposed.

She panted heavily and looked up at him. His flickering eyes were quietly looking at her. The restrained lust contained within them was vivid.

The window behind him was so bright that he, reflecting the backlight, looked only dark.

Each time Yeon-hee took a difficult breath, her breasts gently swayed. Jung-hoon touched her nipple, which was wet with saliva. The nipple, which had turned reddish from being sucked and bitten, was flicked back and forth.

"What are you doing this weekend?"

"Hnn... Nothing... Ugh..."

Her lower abdomen trembled with excitement and soreness each time he lightly tormented her nipple. The question of what she was doing on the weekend floated vaguely in Yeon-hee's head.

He playfully flicked her nipple, then pinched the tip of her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. And he twisted it as if pinching it and pulled it upwards. He pulled it up and then let it go. When her fallen breast swayed and spread, he grabbed her nipple again and playfully pulled it up.

"Hnn...!"

"Shall we go on a date?"

"Ah..."

As his touch reached her, Yeon-hee shrank like a frightened mimosa. She was beside herself with the pleasure that surged along with the pain.

"Is there anywhere you want to go?"

“I don’t have any… Anywhere is, uh… good…”

Yeon-hee shook her head with a flushed face. It was an answer barely uttered in a voice that sounded like she was about to cry. It wasn’t a lie. Anywhere would be joyful if she was with him.

Now, Jung-hoon was firmly grasping Yeon-hee’s breasts with both hands, shamelessly kneading her soft breasts. Each time his large hands covering her breasts moved, the breasts held in his grasp moved softly.

He licked the nipples peeking out between his fingers, then kneaded them again, sucked on the opposite nipple, and then grasped it again. Her full breasts clung to his hands with a sticky texture.

Yeon-hee’s half-unbuttoned shirt and the fallen bra straps swayed precariously on her arms.

“Mmm…”

Jung-hoon’s smile deepened each time Yeon-hee twisted her waist.

“Okay. Then let’s meet this weekend.”

“Hnn… Yes…”

While one side was burning with desire and twisting her body, the other side was still looking down with a relaxed face. He watched Yeon-hee’s excited face and smiled with satisfaction.

Soon, Jung-hoon pulled away. Then, as if he hadn't just been teasing her, he began to arrange her clothes with very neat movements. He lifted her lowered bra and tucked her full breasts back in, fastened her disheveled shirt, and carefully buttoned it up.

Yeon-hee was still limp. Her body, which had collapsed from excitement, didn’t have much strength. Soon, Jung-hoon straightened his body. The view, which had been dark in his shadow, became bright.

Receiving the brightly pouring sunlight, Yeon-hee also roused herself. She brushed back her disheveled hair and unnecessarily smoothed her collar. Her heart was pounding. The lingering afterglow was stinging with pleasure.

Jung-hoon touched the rounded mound of her breast above her clothes and whispered.

“I want to lick down there too, but I’ll hold back today.”

His tone was as if he was being considerate of her.

Handing her a glass of water on the table, Jung-hoon held the black document folder that Yeon-hee had brought. It seemed like he was going to look through it formally while Yeon-hee composed herself.

Staring at the proposal that was being flipped through at his fingertips, Yeon-hee cautiously drank the water. Her fingertips were still trembling, causing ripples in the cup.

He pointed to the middle of a document and looked up, smiling.

“Yeon-hee. We need to change the control group here.”

“Change…?”

“It’s not clear how much the actual cost is compared to Revise 1 here. I think I pointed it out when we were searching last year too.”

A cool rebuke was thrown in a friendly tone. It seemed he had grasped the general content just by skimming through it.

Yeon-hee, straightening her back, nodded deeply. The man in front of her was not the Min Jung-hoon who had just been fondling her breasts, but the team leader of the planning team.

Trying to erase the pleasure from her tone, Yeon-hee replied.

“I’m sorry, Team Leader. I’ll make the changes and re-investigate right away.”

Her voice also returned to that of staff member Jeong Yeon-hee.

Jung-hoon, who then laughed out loud, lightly touched Yeon-hee’s cheek.

“Since Yeon-hee is the one doing the re-investigation anyway, you don’t need to apologize to me. I’m pointing it out in advance in case we can’t go on a date this weekend. Don’t feel pressured and take your time.”

Smiling handsomely and handing over the document folder, he was in a strange boundary between ‘planning team leader’ and ‘a man who has feelings for me.’

Jung-hoon, who had gotten up from his seat, put his arm around Yeon-hee's waist and started walking towards the door. Then, he directly unlocked it, placed his hand on the door, trapped Yeon-hee in one arm, and met her eyes.

"We both had something delicious."

"Ah..."

"Something delicious"? What she had eaten was a brownie, but what he had eaten was… Yeon-hee’s face instantly flushed bright red.

Before Yeon-hee could say anything, Jung-hoon opened the door.

"Give it to Deputy Kwon once you've changed the control group."

And with those words, he ruthlessly closed the door. The gentle attitude he had shown inside just moments ago felt like a dream, he was so cold.

"..."

Yeon-hee stared at the tightly closed door of the team leader's office, clutching the black document folder. Whenever she was with Jung-hoon, she always felt like she was being swept away. She was confused.

"Did you get scolded, Yeon-hee?"

Jung-hoon's secretary, sitting at her desk, asked with a worried voice.

Jung-hoon as a team leader would occasionally lash out with ruthless words whenever the work situation was not up to his standards. He would drive the other person into a corner and make them feel intimidated. That's why the secretary was worried that Yeon-hee might have been scolded inside the team leader's office.

Yeon-hee, who had fully regained her senses, turned around. She smiled naturally and waved her hand.

"No. He just gave me some advice."

"Oh, that's a relief."

The secretary, letting out a sigh, leaned forward and began to whisper. Even though she knew no one could hear her because it was a secluded space and the team leader's office door was tightly closed.

"Don't you think the team leader is sometimes really off-putting? He's totally scary..."

"Hmm. He can be."

Yeon-hee gave an ambiguous affirmation.

"Last time, there was a slight schedule conflict due to a communication problem with Professor Kwon Seong-joon, the project advisor."

"Was there?"

"Yes. He calmly cornered me at that time… Oh, I almost wanted to quit. It would have been better if he had just gotten angry, but he didn't even get excited once and just dried me up, I wanted to run away."

'Isn't it negligence if you can't handle even a simple schedule? If you think you'll make a mistake by checking once, check twice. If I have to take care of such trivial things, then what's the point of you being here, So-young?' The secretary, So-young, muttered, imitating what he had said, and shrugged her shoulders.

Yeon-hee agreed with an awkward expression.

"He can be really scary sometimes."

Well, she had experienced it once herself.

Last year, before she started going to hotels with him.

She had once submitted a proposal with miscalculated comparison figures and had to be called in and receive a fierce scolding. And that wasn't directed at her, but at Department Head Yoo, the final responsible party, ruthless words were poured out.

'What's the reason Department Head Yoo gets paid more than Yeon-hee or Deputy Kwon? If you, as a superior, can't even catch such simple mistakes, shouldn't you just wear an employee ID and do photocopying?'

Recalling the calm verbal abuse he had spat out, Yeon-hee also shrugged her shoulders like the secretary had.

That's right. He was that kind of person from the beginning. He was a person who was gentle at times, but also like a relentlessly cold wind. The reason she fell for him was precisely because that sharp side of him was quite cool.

'I'm not a pervert… To find sexiness in his bad temper, I've really gone too far.'

Yeon-hee finally felt like she had returned to reality. Her hazy head cleared up.

Right. Even though Jung-hoon is this gentle, he can ruthlessly reject her someday. She must never forget that fact. It was a self-defensive vow she made to herself.

Yeon-hee regained her composure and passed by the secretary after a brief greeting. But… no matter how hard she tried to control her emotions, she kept looking forward to the weekend she would spend with Jung-hoon. Her heart fluttered.

If people's hearts moved according to their will, would they be called hearts?

Even though she already knew the cruel ending, her heart was wavering foolishly and pathetically.

What kind of date could they have in such a delicate relationship? Where should they spend time other than in a hotel?

Yeon-hee agonized over date locations all week. Then, finally, she brought it up after his declaration,

"If you don't say anything, I'll go where I want to go."

"Hangang Park!"

A terribly cliché and trite date spot.

She had never been on a date before. It wasn't because Yeon-hee was unpopular, but rather because her own self-imposed rejection was strong and high. But then Jung-hoon appeared before her. He presented an unknown relationship and completely shattered her hardened heart.

That made a date with him feel even more difficult. It was just about meeting on the weekend. And ultimately, it was just about going to a hotel and having sex. Just… that.

But Yeon-hee also had a fantasy. If she were ever to go on a date with someone, she wanted to walk in the park like others, ride a bike, and share ice cream.

Just ordinary and simply, like any other couple.

After getting into his car, which had come to pick her up, Yeon-hee only fidgeted with her fingers. Glancing sideways, she saw his profile with a relaxed smile.

"The weather is quite nice, Yeon-hee."

The weather had become quite warm, so he was wearing a light single coat instead of a thick one. It was a more casual and comfortable outfit than a trench coat. He seemed to have dressed as lightly as possible at her suggestion of going to the park.

The classic brown color suited him elegantly and stylishly. Once again, Yeon-hee stole glances at the perfect Jung-hoon and pressed her chest. Her heart was pounding incessantly. Going on a date with someone like him felt like a dream.

They had slept together several times, yet she was so excited about just one date. She found herself amusing.

It wasn't long before they arrived at the Han River.

After parking the car in the parking lot and entering the riverside, they saw bicycles lined up in a row. Yeon-hee followed Jung-hoon, who was walking slowly in line with her pace, and turned her head to look at the bicycles.

Riding a bicycle with her boyfriend. It was one of the dates she had dreamed of. But…

'He probably doesn't want to ride something like a bicycle. He was raised so preciously…'

Unable to suggest it to him first, she regretfully averted her gaze.

At that moment, Jung-hoon, who had seen Yeon-hee over his shoulder, slowed his pace. He grabbed Yeon-hee's shoulder and changed direction.

"Shall we ride bicycles?"

A question as if he had read her mind was thrown. Yeon-hee blinked and couldn't hide the rising corners of her mouth, smiling brightly.

"I'd love to, Team Leader!"

There was no reason not to be happy that he suggested what she couldn't bring herself to say.

Jung-hoon led her towards the bicycles and said lightly.

"Not Team Leader, Jung-hoon."

"Pardon?"

"Call me Jung-hoon. If you keep calling me Team Leader, I'll want to ask you for meeting minutes."

To be told to call him Jung-hoon. Those words felt as heart-fluttering as being asked on a date.

It felt like the thickness of the wall between him and her was constantly thinning. It felt like they might eventually break through it and face each other. An absurd expectation surged.

"I'll pay for everything today."

Yeon-hee stood squarely in front of Jung-hoon, who was approaching the bicycle rental shop. Jung-hoon was just about to take out his wallet.

She had always been on the receiving end, but today Yeon-hee wanted to pay for everything herself. A 200,000 won steak dinner was too much, but she could do this much. She wanted to.

Jung-hoon spoke to the back of Yeon-hee’s head as she took out some bills.

“I don’t want to.”

“Pardon?”

Yeon-hee turned around with the bills in her hand. His smile was still relaxed.

“If you call me Jung-hoon instead of Team Leader, I’ll let you pay. Say it, now.”

He was saying this as if he were bestowing a great kindness by ‘letting her pay.’ Yeon-hee, unaware that she was clutching the bills so tightly that they were crumpled, opened her mouth hesitantly.

“I’ll pay, Jeong… hoon.”

He grinned, with the Han River behind him.

“Okay. I’ll allow it.”

His tone was gentle, like praising a child.

It was as if a fragrant breeze was blowing around him. Yeon-hee quickly turned around and hastily handed over the bills. The redness on her ears was vivid.

A short while later, they were on the bike path, riding bicycles with baskets. Yeon-hee glanced at him. His long legs pedaling were extended in a refreshing way. Even his bangs, ruffled by the wind, looked like a scene from a movie.

Even though it was just a rental bicycle that wasn’t very expensive, it looked stylish when he rode it. She didn't know if it was because of the rose-tinted glasses she was wearing… But seeing people who passed by glancing back at him, she was sure it wasn't just her imagination.

They rode slowly along the riverside, which was still full of early spring sprouts. They passed by the laughter of people chatting boisterously, a dog barking excitedly at something, and a young couple running in their training suits, like a picture.

Riding with him like that, a sudden, unfamiliar emotion surged.

She was currently pedaling and riding in front of him, but she would always be the kind of person who only looked at his back. Chasing after him, who was impossibly high, she would have to crane her neck until it hurt and stomp her feet.

Even knowing that she couldn't reach him, she would still struggle to reach him.

Was it because of the cold wind? The tip of her nose turned red.

But for now, she decided to enjoy the present moment with him. Just being with him made her happy. She was so happy that her heart was overflowing. It seemed that this was enough.

After pedaling for a while, they stopped and sat side by side on a bench overlooking the Han River. Perhaps because the wind was colder than she thought, Yeon-hee’s cheeks were flushed red. He had just bought them coffee in disposable cups from the convenience store they had passed.

Yeon-hee cupped the paper cup with both hands and gazed at the widely spread Han River. The river flowing leisurely, washing away Seoul, sparkled like glass scales.

Yeon-hee sipped her instant coffee and cautiously looked at Jung-hoon. She wondered if he was bored with this unstylish date. If he was bored with spending time drinking cheap lattes.

Fortunately, Jung-hoon was smiling with a happy expression.

On a branch hanging over his head, flower buds, curled up, were hanging precariously.

“It’ll be nice to see when the flowers bloom,” he said casually. Yeon-hee nodded deeply in agreement.

“You’re right. Later, when the leaves are green, we…”

And she immediately bit her lip. She almost said they should come again when the leaves were green. Their relationship wasn't one that could talk about the future. She felt a little embarrassed for getting ahead of herself.

It was Jung-hoon who continued Yeon-hee’s stopped words.

“Shall we come back when the leaves are green? By then, Yeon-hee’s cheeks won’t be this cutely red.”

“…”

He easily smiled, touching Yeon-hee’s cheek.

“Your cheeks are like peaches right now, Yeon-hee. Are you cold?”

And without waiting for an answer, he put his arm around Yeon-hee, who was staring blankly at him. His single coat was soon warmly covering Yeon-hee.

She couldn’t tell if the faint fragrance was coming from his coat or from him. Her head was dizzy.

“Team Leader… no, Jung-hoon.”

“Yes, Yeon-hee.”

Yeon-hee mumbled with difficulty, looking down at her neatly trimmed fingernails.

“You’re being too nice to me, Jung-hoon, and I don’t know how to act. Honestly… I don’t really understand your intentions.”

She really didn't know. Whether she should have expectations. Or if she should pretend not to know, consider everything a misunderstanding, and let these feelings flow away like sand slipping through her fingers.

A gentle laugh was heard from above, from his shoulder she was leaning on.

“Why don’t you know? I told you. I’m trying to woo you.”

“…”

Unlike the cold air brushing against her cheeks, his words were warm and cozy.

“Dating is actually quite nice,” he murmured casually. “It’s my first time, this kind of experience,” he added, his voice quite low.

Yeon-hee bit her lip. She struggled to calm her eyes, which felt like they would burst into flames at any moment, swallowing her breath.

It’s my first time too. Going on a date with someone I like, in a nice place, doing what I wanted to do. That’s why it keeps taking on meaning.

Those words echoed sadly in her heart, but she didn’t utter them. She felt like the deeply held truth would fly away if it flowed out of her mouth. Her emotions were not light enough to be easily spilled. That’s why she couldn’t bring herself to take them out.

It felt like his existence was shaking her world wildly.

Dizzy, she closed her eyes. The ground beneath her feet was fading away. Into the depths of Jung-hoon’s surface.

How long had she been leaning on him? A young girl's voice suddenly broke through the setting sun.

“Mommy!”

The voice calling for her mother was filled with tears.

Yeon-hee pulled away from Jung-hoon and leaned forward. She saw a little girl sitting on the ground, crying loudly. It looked like she had tripped over the curb, and blood was seeping through her torn children's stockings.

Yeon-hee jumped up and strode towards the child.

“Are you okay?”

She took out a handkerchief from her bag, pressed it against the blood, and looked around. There was no guardian in sight. With a worried heart, she asked for the guardian’s contact information and made a call. The injury wasn’t serious, but the child was too young to go back alone with her sore leg.

Fortunately, the guardian was nearby. A guardian wearing a blue jumper soon arrived. The man, who looked like the child’s father, thanked her several times and then left with the child.

She hadn't tried to receive thanks, but she smiled awkwardly, feeling embarrassed by them repeatedly thanking her as they turned away.

Then, she heard Jung-hoon’s voice from above.

“Yeon-hee, you seem like the type who can’t just pass by someone in need.”

Was it her imagination? His casual tone was strangely sharp. Yeon-hee, who had completely forgotten about him, replied apologetically.

“Well. This time, the child was crying. I’m suddenly sorry.”

Jung-hoon, with his arms crossed, looked at the darkly dyed Han River and continued.

“Are you always that kind?”

“Pardon?”

“If there’s someone hurt on the street, you treat them and worry about them… Showing easy compassion to just anyone.”

His voice seemed strangely frosty.

“I’m not like that. I’m not Mother Teresa or anything.”

Yeon-hee denied it with a light joke. She didn’t worry about and treat everyone. She had only rushed to the child because she was young and had no guardian. Rather, if a drunk was rolling around on the street, she was the type to report it to the police rather than protect them herself.

Jung-hoon turned his head and quietly looked into Yeon-hee’s eyes. The darkness swirling within his gaze had settled.

“Do you remember the face of the girl you just treated? Do you remember?”

“Pardon?”

Unsure of what he was asking, she questioned him back, and Jung-hoon quietly twisted up only one corner of his lip.

“Yeon-hee, you shouldn’t worry about or pay attention to even if a grown adult man is hurt on the street.”

“Pardon?”

It was a sudden and unexpected remark.

“Something really bad could happen. A bad person might cling to that small act of kindness. So… don’t ever do that again.”

“I’ve never……”

She was about to deny that she had ever done such a thing. Suddenly, an incident from several years ago flashed through her mind.

Once, when she was in New York. She had treated an injured man in a dark alleyway.

Of course, what she did wasn’t much of a treatment. All she did was wipe his blood with her coat and say, “Should I call the police?” He was crying messily, and she couldn’t just pass by. So, as Jung-hoon said, she had just shown ‘easy compassion.’

That day, she had also wanted to cry and was sad herself. She wasn’t physically injured like him, but her heart was wounded and bleeding. So, it was just a strange experience that she couldn’t pass by.

The injured man, sitting blankly against the wall as if he had given up on everything, felt like himself.

“Are you drunk? Should I contact your guardian? Or do you want to go to the hospital?”

That day several years ago. Yeon-hee had asked the injured man falteringly in English.

The man, who had been looking down, slowly raised his head. His faint features seemed vaguely Asian, but he was swollen from being beaten, so she couldn’t be sure.

The man, who had discovered Yeon-hee, widened his eyes slightly, as if surprised, and then replied with a blank face that had erased all emotion.

“No. I just want a glass of brandy.”

It was smooth English that seemed to flow softly into her ears.

Absurdly, the man, despite being injured, said he wanted to drink. He was just a simple drunkard.

She could have just passed by, thinking he was a common alcoholic, but that day she couldn’t ignore him. So, she bought ointment from a CVS two blocks away and a latte from a cafe.

And she went back and gently spread the ointment on his face. Each time her touch carefully brushed against him, the man’s eyes changed. His eyelashes fluttered as her soft fingers brushed his eyes, and he bit his lip when they brushed his cheek.

There was no good that could come from getting involved with someone who roamed the streets. It was a purely impulsive act of kindness on Yeon-hee’s part.

After applying all the ointment, Yeon-hee roughly wiped her fingers on her clothes and offered him the coffee.

“Alcohol is not good… How about coffee? It’s warm.”

At that moment when she bent down to hand over the coffee. He, who had been staring up at her, said abruptly.

“…Are you pitying me?”

It was a sharp tone, but there was no strength in it at all. Exhausted, low, and crumbling. Yet, it was a low voice with a resonance that deeply penetrated her heart.

A voice that somehow made her want to embrace the other person, a voice that was somehow empty.

“It’s not pity. I’m just giving it because I’m lonely.”

“…”

Squatting on the ground, she gave an incomprehensible answer.

That was the truth. She was lonely, and the other person looked lonely too. So, it was a coffee she offered, projecting herself onto him. Nothing more. Not compassion, not anything else. It was just warmth she was offering to herself.

“But you looked lonely too.”

Yeon-hee’s words would have reached him vaguely, like grasping at clouds. He must have found it absurd, but he didn’t reply.

At that moment, Yeon-hee also didn’t know what she was doing. She just wanted to face him. She wanted to give him coffee. She wanted to look into his eyes.

Like suddenly grasping a haunted object, as if she was completely possessed by something.

Yeon-hee, squatting, and he, leaning against the wall, stared at each other for a long time.

Just as his wavering eyes became heavy and fixed, he took a sip of the coffee. Then, as if the wound on his lip was stinging, he frowned and muttered quietly.

“Cheap coffee…”

Saying that, he seemed to chuckle. Although his face was so messed up that it was unclear whether it was a smile.

Yeon-hee also silently raised the corners of her lips. It wasn’t that cheap. It was from a reasonably famous coffee shop.

And before her smile could disappear, she got up and left the alley. She didn’t even say, “Take care,” or “Goodbye.” She simply left him as suddenly as a burning candle being extinguished.

She had the illusion that the gaze of the injured drunkard was clinging to her back…

“Have you ever treated anyone? Do you remember?”

While she was floating through a past she had completely forgotten, a question suddenly intervened. It was Jung-hoon’s voice.

Only then did Yeon-hee return to reality. She was standing by the Han River, not in a New York alley with scraps of torn paper flying around. She was with the clean-cut Team Leader Min Jung-hoon, not a drunken man crying with injuries.

She followed the leisurely flowing cruise ship with her gaze, trying to understand the meaning of his question. Then she remembered what they had been talking about.

He had told her not to treat anyone even if they were hurt on the street. She was about to answer that she had never done such a thing, but the lingering image of the past suddenly came to mind, and she stopped answering.

Yeon-hee made a sound in her throat, “Hmm…” He asked if she had treated anyone. Yes. There was someone. She had treated someone, but as he said, she didn't know anything about him. She should just call him a drunk. She had nothing to say because she knew nothing, so she mumbled vaguely.

“He was just someone who looked lonely.”

“…Lonely?”

Jung-hoon retorted in a hardened voice. Yeon-hee stretched her stiff arm high above her shoulder and smiled faintly.

“Yes. Someone I somehow wanted to hug.”

Someone who looked lonely like I did back then. Someone who looked somehow pitiful. She whispered that in her heart and closed her mouth.

He didn't ask any more questions to the vague answer, and neither did Yeon-hee.

The river, holding silence, flowed slowly. Towards a place she couldn’t know, whether it was the sea or somewhere else.

His kiss was unusually hasty.

Throughout the drive back from the Han River to the hotel, he was silent. And as always, they naturally went up to the hotel, but as soon as they entered the room, he rushed at her. He roughly pushed his tongue into Yeon-hee’s mouth and sucked as if he were starving. He licked as if to swallow her and chewed as if to crush her.

He hugged Yeon-hee tightly and clung to her like an infant clinging to its mother. Exhaling hot breaths to suppress the rising emotions.

Eventually, Yeon-hee was stripped naked from the entrance, not even making it inside.

“Mmm, wait, Jung-hoon… Hnn…!”

Even the bursting protests were all consumed by him.

Jung-hoon pushed Yeon-hee inside, gripping her breasts painfully and hastily stroking her bare skin with his palms.

One step while sucking her lips. One step while pinching her nipples. Pushed back by him, Yeon-hee was soon standing naked with her back against the cold glass.

The night view of Seoul was spread out like a painting behind her. But Yeon-hee had no余裕 (yeoyu, room/time) to look at the scenery; she was entangled with him, being sucked in and devoured.

Jung-hoon, who was fondling her breasts as if teasing her, spun Yeon-hee around and pushed her. Yeon-hee placed her hands on the cold glass and leaned back for support. She felt his hot, large hands roughly grabbing and spreading her buttocks.

She heard the sound of his belt buckle being undone hastily, and then his cock was thrust in faster than she had expected.

“Ahng…!”

Her body, which had been supporting itself against the window, was pushed back weakly. It felt like the cold rising from the cold glass was engulfing her body.

Jung-hoon, pressing Yeon-hee’s back against his chest, pushed his cock in even more fiercely. His breathing in her ear was rough.

“Hnn, Team Leader, it hurts… Hnn!”

It seemed he couldn’t even hear her sobbing.

His cock, which quickly exited, tearing at her inner walls, was thrust in again violently.

“Ahht!”

“Huu…”

As if he couldn’t tolerate even the slightest gap between him and her, Jung-hoon ruthlessly thrust, rammed, and violently fucked her. He pushed and drove her until it made a thumping sound.

Yeon-hee eventually had no choice but to stagger and support herself against the window, panting.

Her heaving body was pressed against the cool glass, crushed by Jung-hoon. Each time her swaying breasts brushed against the window, her nipples became erect due to the cold.

Forcibly pulling her back up, and again grabbing and spreading her buttocks, Jung-hoon thrust his cock into her wide-open, secret crevice as if piercing it.

“Ah! Hnn, Jung-hoon… Jung-hoon! Too… Eung…!”

Her body, pressed to its limits, heaved as if floating in the air. Her breasts, hanging down from her weakly bent upper body, were soon pressed flat against the window, ruthlessly.

His hot lips clung to the back of her neck. Chewing and biting her tender skin, Jung-hoon exhaled heavily.

“Huu… Jeong Yeon-hee…”

He was different from his usual self. He scattered only excited moans without any lewd words or dirty talk, and rummaged inside her wildly.

Even though it was an endlessly violent sex, Yeon-hee’s lower body became hot and wet. Each time the ominous weapon thrust inside her, the gushing fluid splashed mercilessly. Cloudy liquid dripped down her thighs.

Yeon-hee’s heavy breathing was sprayed onto the window.

Thump, thump. The sound of wet cock and vaginal walls rubbing together echoed messily. Each time his cock entered like a battering ram, her buttocks, hit by his testicles, turned reddish. Cloudy foam dripped down between them, from the tightly closed gap.

“Ahht! Ah! Jung-hoon, too fast…! Hnn!”

Pleasure accompanied by pain violently engulfed her. Half-lifted into the air, she barely supported her body on tiptoe.

The rushing cock did not stop moving. Terribly intense pleasure, enough to make her vision dizzy, continued. She couldn’t regain her senses.

He rapidly thrust and pounded, then slowly inserted, and then again rammed it in, moving his hips to slowly circle against her vaginal walls.

His rough pubic hair rubbed against her buttocks. Yeon-hee’s buttocks were slippery and wet with overflowing fluids.

Receiving the violently thrusting cock, Yeon-hee cried out profusely.

“Ah! Ha-eung… Hnn! Ah!”

Jung-hoon whispered, sliding his tongue along her ear.

“Jeong Yeon-hee… Just what are you…”

His heated voice muttered incomprehensible words. Yeon-hee, shaking mindlessly, couldn’t properly understand his words.

Yeon-hee finally collapsed downwards.

Jung-hoon effortlessly lifted her collapsing body and grabbed and spread both her thighs. Then, he again violently thrust his own from below. Thump, thump, the sound of flesh rubbing against flesh echoed harshly.

The position reflected in the window was extremely lewd. With her back against his chest, she was wide open and was thrust into in various ways. As always, he ruthlessly drove her, with only his buckle undone and his clothes neat, against her naked body.

Yeon-hee was shaken mercilessly from above, and Jung-hoon thrust into her beast-like from below. He pierced her body wildly with his huge, hot cock as if piercing through the window.

“Hnn…! Aaa-eung!”

Lifted high by him, Yeon-hee reached a dizzying climax. Her thighs, held by him, trembled, and her lower body twitched and convulsed. She wanted to twist her body and escape from the pleasure, but her firmly grasped body could not escape him even slightly.

Jung-hoon’s angry moans echoed in her ear.

With one lightning-like orgasm, Yeon-hee’s body slumped weakly. But his movements were still relentless, and she could only stagger and shake, firmly held by him.

“Eung! Ah! Ahht…!”

His cock was inserted with a force that felt like her body was being torn apart. How long had she been bound in his arms?

His cock, which had heavily filled her inside, slipped out. Cum began to gush out mercilessly from the tip of his glans, which had twitched and swelled in volume.

He moved his hips and ejaculated deeply. His cock twitched as if breathing, shooting out cloudy liquid. He rubbed his cock against Yeon-hee’s clitoris and ejaculated several times, then bit her neck and groaned like a beast.

Cum dripped down in clumps from his cock rubbing against Yeon-hee’s vagina.

Yeon-hee trembled, held in his arms as if she would crumble. She grasped his firm forearms and struggled to support her disheveled body.

“Huu…”

Having poured out everything until the last drop, he took a short breath. With his still half-erect, imposing cock twitching, he picked up Yeon-hee and strode towards the bed.

He drew all the curtains and turned off all the lights, then took off his clothes. He tore off his clothes as if to rip them apart, became naked, and rushed at her again. In the desolate darkness, their hot bodies overlapped harshly again.

“Ah! Ahht… Eung!”

Receiving Jung-hoon, who pounced on her like a wild beast, Yeon-hee cried out again. Pleasure like guilt pierced her entire body. Her vision, stained with pleasure, turned white again.

Heaving with his violent movements, she stared at the ceiling with shaking eyes.

The extinguished chandelier hung like ruins.