SS - 36

Joo-hyuk touched Sena’s most sensitive spot, making it impossible for her to hold back even if she wanted to.

In an instant, the positions of the ceiling and the mattress flipped. It was because he had turned her body while burying himself deep inside her.

“Ah!”

Her eyes widened, and her pupils dilated.

He showed no mercy, pushing deeper and deeper inside her.

“Ah, Joo-hyuk…”

“Just a little more, just a little more.”

He lifted one of her legs onto his shoulder and thrust into her. She wrapped her other leg around his waist, pulling him even closer to her.

“Fuck…!”

With a curse, he slowly pulled his penis out before thrusting back in forcefully. Her juices gushed out, mixing with his cloudy semen as it dripped down.

He continued to thrust and grind inside her, releasing himself until he was fully satisfied.

The end was climax.

Stars flew, and the sun and moon alternated in the sky.

Every time she made love with Joo-hyuk, Sena felt the universe with her entire body.

Having already reached her climax the moment he entered her, she tightly closed her eyes. He wiped away the tears streaming down her face with his large hand.

“Ha…”

A long sigh settled on her chest.

As he pulled her into his arms and lay down on the bed, marks from her nails gripping his shoulders in excitement were visible.

“What do we do?”

“About what?”

“Your shoulder is hurt.”

“It’s fine. I’ve been to heaven, so I should consider this wound an honor.”

It seemed the sex they just had was satisfying enough for him to use the word “heaven,” and Sena agreed.

She had never been interested in relationships before, but the sex she had with Joo-hyuk was ecstatic. She loved learning all the ways men and women could love each other from him and the fact that she could only love him.

“You know what?”

“What?”

“It’s getting better and better with you, Joo-hyuk.”

Too shy to say it while looking at his face, she leaned her head against his chest and spoke her honest feelings.

“Really?”

“Yes. It’s like light exercise—it relieves stress, and it’s good.”

“Light exercise?”

Suddenly, he grabbed her arm and pushed her slightly away, questioning her.

“Why?”

Did I say something wrong?

Sena looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Joo-hyuk frowned, then stared at her with a hardened expression.

“If you think of it as light exercise, I must’ve been too easy on you.”

“Huh?”

“I’ve been holding back so you could get used to it, and it’s been hard for me.”

“What do you mean…?”

Sena couldn’t finish her sentence.

With his body still heated, he embraced her again and kissed her.

How much more did he need to hold her to be satisfied? Once more on the bed, once in the powder room on the way to the bathroom, and then a couple of times in the bathroom?

Even after they stopped counting the number of times, it wasn’t until Joo-hyuk had finished several more times—not Sena—that the two finally lay down on the bed.

Like people who had just been fighting, their chests heaved up and down, unable to calm down. Their breathing was so rough that it felt like they might need to call an ambulance.

Even in the midst of this, Joo-hyuk was still teasing Sena’s erect nipple with his finger, his gaze sharp as if he might bite it at any moment.

“Stop…”

That day, Sena realized just how much her words had hurt Joo-hyuk’s pride.

And she also realized that all the sex they had had up until now didn’t even come close to what “light exercise” truly meant.

Joo-Hyuk briskly walked past the employees who bowed their heads and avoided his gaze.

Exactly a week after the KO News report aired, the employees viewed the reappearance of their CEO with mixed feelings.

On one hand, there were those who had known him for a long time and trusted and supported him. On the other hand, there were those whose gazes carried suspicion—and even a hint of contempt.

“Phew…”

Entering his office as if escaping, Joo-Hyuk sat down at his desk and let out a deep sigh. Still, the heavy weight pressing on his chest refused to lift.

The internal phone on his desk blinked with light. It was line 1, used by Secretary Park.

“Yes?”

[There’s a visitor here for you, CEO.]

“A visitor?”

[His name is Han Gang-Woon…]

Han Gang-Woon?

Joo-Hyuk suddenly snapped to attention. The unexpected appearance of this person momentarily made him forget the problems he was currently facing.

[CEO?]

“Oh, let him in.”

[Yes.]

A moment later, under Secretary Park’s guidance, Gang-Woon entered the CEO’s office.

Without so much as a greeting or even a glance at Joo-Hyuk, Gang-Woon scanned the room with his eyes. The office, decorated predominantly in black furniture against a marble floor that blended pale gold with gray, gave off an intellectual yet cold impression. However, the strategically placed green plants softened the chill somewhat.

“Neat.”

After finishing his appraisal, Gang-Woon plopped down onto the sofa and commented.

“Looks like you’re surprised to see me?”

Joo-Hyuk, who had risen from his chair but hadn’t said a word, snapped back to reality at Gang-Woon’s remark.

He approached the sofa, took the main seat, and promptly ordered drinks from Secretary Park.

“Well, I am surprised. I didn’t expect you to come to the company.”

“I told you I’d visit.”

With his legs crossed and his body slouched casually on the sofa, Gang-Woon smirked.

It wasn’t a bright smile—it was a mocking sneer that immediately unsettled Joo-Hyuk.

“How have you been? How many years has it been?”

“Eleven years.”

“That’s right.”

So much time had passed already.

During the countless moments when Joo-Hyuk thought he should seek forgiveness, he had no way of finding Gang-Woon. And now, after years of numbing guilt, Gang-Woon had appeared before him.

Thinking this might be his chance to finally unburden himself of the guilt that had weighed on his chest, Joo-Hyuk searched for the right moment to speak.

When Secretary Park brought in two drinks, placed them on the table, and left, Joo-Hyuk hesitated no longer.

“About what happened back then…”

“What happened back then? What do you mean?”

Though he feigned ignorance, a sharp glint flashed in Gang-Woon’s eyes.

“Your parents. I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? For what?”

“Well…”

Words he had prepared for years, rehearsed over and over again, now failed to leave his lips. Doubts crept in—not about whether apologizing would make a difference, but whether apologizing itself was even the right thing to do.

Why? What had changed?

“For causing your parents’ deaths?”

Gang-Woon’s blunt words, unchanged from eleven years ago, made Joo-Hyuk squeeze his eyes shut for a moment before reopening them.

“My father probably didn’t intend for things to turn out that way, but I’m truly sorry it happened. I wanted to apologize.”

“He didn’t mean for it to happen?”

Gang-Woon picked up his drink from the table, took a sip, and slowly closed his eyes, as if savoring Joo-Hyuk’s apology.

But when he opened his eyes again, they burned with anger.

“If your father had just offered a little help, my parents wouldn’t have made that decision.”

“I understand that you needed someone to blame. Our families had known each other for years, so I agree that my father shouldn’t have rejected their plea so harshly. But even my father didn’t foresee that your parents would make such a choice.”

Joo-Hyuk inwardly lamented. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined a day when he would defend his own father.

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“So you’re saying your father didn’t do anything wrong?” 

Gang-Woon’s heavy voice seeped through his slightly parted lips. 

“They ruined their business out of sheer stupidity and just blamed the wrong person, is that it?” 

“Gang-Woon, what I’m trying to say is—” 

“You’re no different from your father.” 

Joo-Hyuk was at a loss for words. 

Being told he was the same as his father—or even similar—was something he despised more than anything. 

At the very least, he wasn’t one of those unconscionable people who didn’t understand moral responsibility. 

“So you’ve been justifying it this way all along? That there’s moral responsibility, but nothing else was wrong?” 

“…Because that’s the truth.” 

“The truth, huh… You really don’t know anything, do you?” 

“What do you mean I don’t know anything?” 

As Joo-Hyuk asked, Gang-Woon suddenly hurled the glass he had been holding toward the wall. 

The shattering sound startled Joo-Hyuk, who shot up from his seat and looked down at Gang-Woon. 

“CEO?” 

Secretary Park burst into the office after hearing the noise, flinging the door open. 

“Are you alright?” 

He stared in shock at the shattered glass on the floor and the spilled drink running down the wall. 

“I’m fine.” 

“Are you hurt anywhere…?” 

“No. Come back later.” 

“Yes, sir.” 

With a cold tone and his gaze fixed on Gang-Woon, Joo-Hyuk dismissed him, and Secretary Park hurriedly left the room. 

“If you have something to say, just say it. Don’t act like this.” 

“The world speaks louder with actions than words, you know.” 

“Stop beating around the bush and tell me.” 

“It’s not just moral responsibility that your father has.” 

What was this supposed to mean? 

“What are you talking about?” 

“You’ll find out soon enough. It seems like your father just stabbed you in the back, but that’s not the end of it, Choi Joo-Hyuk. Got it?” 

Gang-Woon slowly rose from his seat and grabbed Joo-Hyuk’s shoulder with an intense grip. The force was so strong that Joo-Hyuk winced in pain. 

Gang-Woon then released his grip, patted Joo-Hyuk’s shoulder twice, and walked out of the CEO’s office. 

An ominous atmosphere filled the room, further complicating Joo-Hyuk’s already troubled mind. 

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“How dare you show your face here?” 

“What? Is this a place I’m not allowed to come to?” 

“Do you think words can fix everything? Publishing trash like that article and not even feeling ashamed!” 

“Hmph, I only reported the facts.” 

“Get out of here, now!” 

Gang-Woon, after parting ways with Joo-Hyuk, was about to leave the KMS Broadcasting building when he stopped in his tracks upon hearing the commotion in the lobby.