RB - 27

Chapter 27: The Ticket to Pleasure Lies Beneath Your Tongue

Though his words were harsh, Seo-yeon couldn’t deny that Jung-hyuk had been helpful today. She grabbed two cans of beer from the fridge. Jung-hyuk relaxed on the sofa, crossing his legs.

“...No snacks? There’s nothing to eat at home.”

Click. The crisp sound of opening beer cans echoed through the room.

Jung-hyuk gulped down the cold beer in one go. Though the cool liquid slid smoothly down his throat, it wasn’t enough to intoxicate him. He muttered regretfully:

“It’s so inefficient. That’s why I don’t drink beer.”

“What is?”

“You don’t get drunk even after drinking it.”

“You drink it to cool off, not to get drunk. Don’t talk like an alcoholic.”

When Seo-yeon tried to snatch the beer from his hand, Jung-hyuk leaned forward to block her. It was a simple gesture, yet smooth and sensual. His languid gaze and the long fingers brushing against his lips drew her eyes irresistibly.

As she stared at him, Seo-yeon replayed the events from the emergency room just an hour earlier. The doctor’s weary tone was still vivid in her memory.

“It’s not just her lips that are torn. The wound inside her mouth is deeper than expected, so sutures will be necessary. She’ll need to stay hospitalized for at least a day.”

Ko Yuna, Hyeon-ae’s daughter, trembled with fear. Seo-yeon asked her where she should take her.

The child’s answer was heart-wrenching—a story painful enough to pierce Seo-yeon’s chest.

“I don’t want to go to Grandma’s house. And I don’t have any maternal relatives... My mom… she’s an orphan.”

For Han Seo-yeon, a terminal patient suffering from the “severe illness” of meddling, there was nothing quite as pitiful as the word “orphan.” Overwhelmed by emotion, Seo-yeon couldn’t help but extend her usual overreach.

“Come on, Yuna. Let’s go to Unnie’s house.”

She blurted it out impulsively, even holding out her hand dramatically. If she had to justify herself, it was perhaps due to a sense of kinship—they were both from the same orphanage—or more sharply, it was rooted in Seo-yeon’s own inferiority complex.

This was why she had brought Ko Yuna to her home. Coincidentally, Biryu being in the dormitory thanks to the Taesung Foundation’s offer was perfectly timed.

“But what about Mom? When she gets discharged, Dad will come back if we go home.”

“She only needs to stay in the hospital for one day. Tell your mom to come to my place after she’s discharged. Just for a little while.”

It had been spontaneous, but Seo-yeon didn’t regret her decision. What she did regret, however, was letting Shin Jung-hyuk into her home. Being alone with him in a closed space made things increasingly dangerous. By now, she could no longer deny that she craved him too.

The awkward atmosphere left Seo-yeon’s brain feeling fried. In frustration, she snatched the cigarette pack from Jung-hyuk’s hand. She placed a cigarette between her lips and fumbled awkwardly with the lighter. To her surprise, instead of stopping her, Jung-hyuk calmly lit it for her, smirking.

Cough, cough!

Seo-yeon erupted into violent coughs as the sharp smoke invaded her lungs. Her beautiful features twisted in pain.

With a sober expression, Jung-hyuk took the cigarette from her lips and extinguished it in his beer can with a soft clink.

The atmosphere grew unbearably awkward. True to form, Jung-hyuk stared into her dark eyes and spoke slowly, enunciating each word.

“A beautiful sinner, isn’t she? So maybe I should offer her some salvation...”

“Why am I a sinner? I’m someone who lives without breaking the law.”

“In this world, righteousness is a crime. For someone like you, it’d be a life sentence.”

A woman who seemed to understand the ways of the world yet remained recklessly righteous—Seo-yeon was a thorough sinner, a vulnerable one.

Jung-hyuk pulled her nape toward him and kissed her. A wave of relief spread through his veins, like a cat returning home after wandering outside.

Perhaps that’s why the kiss started lazily, but soon anxiety and urgency tangled together, making his breathing desperate. As the world blurred around her, Seo-yeon closed her eyes. Subtle signals coursed through her senses, distinct from mere taste.

“Haa...”

The ticket to pleasure swayed beneath Jung-hyuk’s tongue.

Thanks to the tingling kiss, the chaotic events of the day faded weakly from her memory. She clung to him as if finding a lifeline within his lips—an unspoken permission.

Jung-hyuk’s desire surged shamelessly. Receiving one thing only made him crave two or three more—it was human instinct, and he prided himself on being selfish enough to never fall short.

Seo-yeon’s silk blouse teased the back of his hand. He reached out and cupped her supple curves. His hardened arousal throbbed, ready to burst.

“Han Seo-yeon, relax. Let go.”

As his hot breath brushed her ear, Seo-yeon imagined subduing the arrogant chaebol heir with her thighs. Jung-hyuk recalled the intense Chopin melody that had played at Café R’amant.

He hadn’t wanted their relationship to unfold like this.

But his worries were premature. Having grown up without much, Seo-yeon was well-trained in restraining her desires—and this became Jung-hyuk’s fatal misstep.

Seo-yeon couldn’t stop thinking about Yuna sleeping in the bedroom. If the girl woke up and saw two adults entangled, it would be horrifying. Such an image could leave lifelong trauma.

“Stop. Not now.”

Seo-yeon grabbed her full breasts and forcibly pulled away Jung-hyuk’s hand, which was caressing the pink peaks with his fingertips. Jung-hyuk, trying to keep his soft, pliable toy, was soon pushed away with a groan. The runaway train had been stopped.

It was because Seo-yeon had bitten his tongue in an instant. Feeling the bitter taste of blood spreading in his mouth, Jung-hyuk straightened his back. His eyes still flickered with desire, and somehow, the taste of blood seemed to drive that desire even wilder.

A red stain was visible between Jung-hyuk’s grinning teeth. He slowly savored the taste of his own blood, briefly having the insane thought of making Seo-yeon taste it too.

He swallowed a sigh of regret and lightly kissed Seo-yeon’s nose, also complaining.

“…You know this is completely inhumane, right?”

Seo-yeon quickly pulled down her shirt, which had ridden up. Then, in a slightly awkward voice, she retorted.

“What did I do? How can you call someone who donates to charities every month inhumane?”

“Taking away what you were about to give, that’s really torturing. I’m very disappointed that Ms. Han is such a mean person. So, when are you going to give it to me?”

Seo-yeon twisted her skirt hem, speaking in a confused tone.

“There’s a kid in the room, what if they wake up?”

“Oh, is it because of the kid? So, it’s okay if the kid isn’t there?”

Jung-hyuk’s smirk was enough to embarrass Seo-yeon.

He lifted Seo-yeon in his arms and opened the dressing room door. Seo-yeon glared at Jung-hyuk, asking what he was doing, but she was only ashamed of her obedient posture, contrary to her feelings. Seo-yeon’s body, which knew the pleasure that followed this act too well, allowed the relationship as easily as it could have.

The narrow dressing room was dark, but the moonlight coming through the window was enough to see the blush on her cheeks and the color of her swollen nipples. Jung-hyuk’s lips opened Seo-yeon’s red lips, freely ravaging her mucous membranes. He licked softly, then, unable to overcome his hasty nature, swallowed her with an urgent momentum.

“Haa… haa, Shin Jung-hyuk. I can’t breathe.”

When Seo-yeon pushed him away and complained, Jung-hyuk explored other places instead of opening her airway. Jung-hyuk skillfully took off Seo-yeon’s shirt and licked her pink peak with his tongue. Seo-yeon’s waist arched like a bow at the irresistible dizzying sensation. The moment a moan broke from her lips, Jung-hyuk seized the opportunity and pulled down Seo-yeon’s skirt.

“…Wait a minute.”

Seo-yeon grabbed his wrist. Her body wanted it, but her mind had to resist. In such a contradictory situation, it was the duty of lust to break the mind. Jung-hyuk roughly pushed Seo-yeon’s wrist up and whispered softly.

“Why? I let you breathe, didn’t I?”

When Jung-hyuk’s hand reached over her thin panties, Seo-yeon closed her eyes tightly in embarrassment. She knew better than anyone that her legs were moist. Now, there was no conscience left to make more contradictions. Her insincere resistance was only a prodding. Her legs opened a smooth path for Jung-hyuk.

Jung-hyuk gladly accepted the invitation. He lifted her straight legs and pressed his lips to the inside of her thighs. Seo-yeon suddenly realized that she was almost naked, but Jung-hyuk was not. The density of embarrassment increased even more. But she didn’t have the courage to complain, “Why aren’t you taking yours off?” She was afraid of openly admitting that she wanted pleasure with him with her whole body, even as she called him “damn Shin Jung-hyuk.”

Fortunately, Jung-hyuk quickly unbuckled his belt, his head lowered between Seo-yeon’s legs. She felt his gaze from between her legs, which were openly spread. She tried to close her legs belatedly, but Jung-hyuk wouldn’t allow it.

“Haa, haa… ah.”

Rather, her embarrassing moans only stimulated his senses. Jung-hyuk lifted Seo-yeon’s legs, ready to enter. Seo-yeon’s crevice, clearly visible in the moonlight, was glistening with moisture. He teased Seo-yeon mischievously.

“Han Seo-yeon, I rarely see you cry, but you were crying here.”

Surprised by the unexpected dirty talk, Seo-yeon opened her eyes wide and pushed Jung-hyuk’s chest, but her hand remained in the air. It was because Jung-hyuk had put his lips on her core.

“Aah!”

Seo-yeon instinctively screamed and covered her mouth. She remembered that there was a young guest in the house. She didn’t realize that her attempt to swallow her moans would further stimulate Jung-hyuk’s root.

Jung-hyuk poured deep kisses on Seo-yeon’s wet spot. He stroked the curve of her waist, soothing her whenever her waist heaved in the air. Jung-hyuk’s hair swayed inside Seo-yeon’s thighs. Was this also a calculated move? Seo-yeon pressed her hand harder over her mouth.

After a while, Jung-hyuk raised his head and curled up one corner of his mouth, suggesting to Seo-yeon.

“If you liked it, do it for me next time. You’re a smart woman who learns everything quickly.”

It wasn’t a question that expected an answer, but as expected, there was no answer from Seo-yeon. Watching Seo-yeon, who was covering her mouth as if she wouldn’t let out any moans, Jung-hyuk felt a surge of ecstasy like a wave.