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Ra-on let out a bitter laugh as she stared at the lavish spread of food before her.
When Do-Kyung had led her to the living room, trays laden with food were still being brought in continuously. It seemed like he had raided an entire hotel buffet.
“……”
Setting aside the question of who could possibly eat all this, she wondered what exactly he was trying to do now.
There was no way her appetite could return after what had happened. Her split lips and the burning soreness between her legs still vividly reminded her of the previous night. How could she possibly swallow even a bite of food?
And above all—
She didn’t want to share a meal with Do-Kyung.
Every time she looked at his face, the memory of his beastly expression as he relentlessly drove her into submission resurfaced, followed by the vivid recollection of their intense lovemaking, which made her nauseous.
If she tried to put anything in her mouth, she was certain she’d vomit it right back up. Though, in reality, since she hadn’t eaten anything, only bile would come up.
At that moment, the last staff member placed the final dish on the table and scurried away with quick steps. Thud. Hearing the door close behind them, Ra-on sneered coldly. The dishes laid out before her were all foods famously known for replenishing protein.
Seeing through the transparent intent behind the menu, Ra-on’s sharp voice cut through the air.
“So, you’re planning to raise me like livestock, huh?”
Do-Kyung, who had been lounging on a one-seater sofa examining something, looked up at her and chuckled.
“If I said yes, would you willingly be raised?”
He rose from his seat and approached the dining table, his dark eyes gleaming as they locked onto hers.
Watching him laugh as if he’d just heard an amusing joke, a flicker of frustration briefly crossed Ra-on’s face before disappearing.
Do-Kyung plopped down across from her, resting his chin on his hand as he smirked playfully.
“What will you do if you say things like that without meaning them, Ra-on-ah?”
“……”
“What if I really decide to ‘raise’ you and jump into action?”
With that, Do-Kyung extended his hand. What he offered her was a steaming bowl of soup.
“Unfortunately, it’s not livestock farming, so eat.”
Ra-on stared silently at the soup he handed her before asking,
“What day is it today?”
“Sunday.”
His concise reply made Ra-on purse her lips tightly.
Though she had vaguely guessed she’d seen the morning sun twice, the realization that two full days had passed hit her. It wasn’t surprising she had eventually collapsed from exhaustion.
“……”
Ra-on lifted her head after glaring at the soup like it was her mortal enemy.
On the other side of the table, Do-Kyung was casually eating a piece of meat, looking fresh and polished, unlike her disheveled state. He appeared as though he had indulged in every luxury imaginable.
Just watching him made her blood boil.
Biting her tongue, Ra-on clenched her fists under the table.
……What if she had explained everything to Ji-An from the start and asked for help instead?
Even if she couldn’t have repaid the staggering 500 million won in full, maybe she could have prevented those gangsters from finding Hye-sung.
……And maybe she wouldn’t be sitting here now, having a meal with Han Do-Kyung.
As these thoughts crossed her mind, Ra-on faintly twisted one corner of her lips upward.
No.
Even if it hadn’t been Hye-sung, Han Do-Kyung would have found some way to entangle himself with her. That much was inevitable from the moment his interest-filled gaze landed on her.
‘Why? Why me, of all people?’
Ra-on exhaled sharply, gritting her teeth.
But even as she thought this, the realization that Do-Kyung’s attention toward her had been the only thing protecting Hye-sung made her clench her fists even tighter. Her nails dug into her palms, leaving crescent-shaped marks.
It was then—
“Do you think glaring at it will make a hole in the food?”
Click. With a cluck of his tongue, Do-Kyung’s hand suddenly appeared in Ra-on’s line of sight.
Her eyelids fluttered as she finally broke her unblinking stare at the soup, her reddened eyes turning toward him.
He had pushed aside the cooled dishes and was ladling fresh soup into a bowl, placing it in front of her.
Ignoring the spoon he offered, Ra-on opened her mouth to speak.
“If Hye-sung had repaid all their money, would what happened that day still have occurred?”
Do-Kyung leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. His gaze was filled with mockery as he looked at her.
“That’s impossible.”
“……”
“The money they lend out is no longer useful to them anyway. If they can get their hands on a valuable Omega, they’ll make far more money than what was borrowed. Do you think they’d let go easily? Especially when it comes to male Omegas—they’re even less likely to release their grip. The needs of the clients they deal with… well, let’s just say they’re dirty.”
Do-Kyung added this lightly.
“So whether Ji-Hyeong repaid the money or not, being dragged into their world wouldn’t have changed. It was inevitable.”
Ra-on’s face turned deathly pale at his words as she thought of Ji-An and wondered if the same fate could’ve awaited him.
“…Then what about you? Can you protect Hye-sung?”
“Hmm. That depends entirely on you, doesn’t it?”
His languid tone made Ra-on recall the contract she had signed the night before, and her expression hardened like stone.
It was an evasive answer, but the meaning was clear: whenever he wanted, she was expected to obediently spread her legs without complaint. Her face burned red with humiliation as she glared at him before tightly shutting her eyes. Even under her piercing gaze, Do-Kyung’s smug smile remained unbearable to look at.
But only for a moment. Finally, Ra-on looked at him with a resolved expression.
“Then make me a promise.”
“Hmm?”
Her voice, hoarse from crying out beneath him all night, rasped as she spoke.
“I can’t keep doing this every day like this.”
Do-Kyung rested his chin on his hand and blinked, silently urging her to continue.
“In other words, add a clause to the contract—promise not to interfere with my daily life.”
“Hmm?”
At his indifferent attitude, Ra-on’s voice sharpened.
“I’m not some sex-crazed stallion. You should be able to restrain yourself at least that much.”
Do-Kyung’s eyes widened in surprise at the vulgar term slipping from her lips, and then he burst into laughter.
“That’s right. I’m not some dog in heat.”
Though it was ironic coming from the man who had thrust his hips like a dog in heat just days ago, Ra-on silently licked her dry, cracked lips.
Watching her intently, Do-Kyung nodded agreeably.
“Fine.”
“…”
“What do you want me to do?”
Ra-on hesitated for a moment, ready to fight if he refused, but then took a small breath and continued.
“Once a week. We’ll meet only on Saturdays.”
She quickly added,
“I have a private life too. No matter who you are, you don’t have the right to invade it.”
“Hmm. That’s true. That wasn’t part of the contract.”
Do-Kyung nodded in agreement, crossing his arms as he leaned back in his chair. A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, creating faint dimples on his cheeks.
Pretending to ponder deeply, his sharp gaze scrutinized Ra-on.
Her eyes were still red and swollen, evidence of the torment from the previous night.
The tears that spilled from those eyes had been surprisingly sweet.
Do-Kyung ran his tongue over his teeth, savoring the memory.
And it wasn’t just that.
Her soft, plump skin that clung perfectly to his touch. The tightness of her body trembling yet willingly opening up to accept him. And her unique scent—it was intoxicating. Once he had a taste, he couldn’t stop. Again and again, even after she passed out, he continued pounding into her like a madman.
[“That’s right. I’m not some dog in heat.”]
Though he said it, he knew better than anyone how much he had acted like one the night before. And judging by Ra-on’s glare as she spat those words, she knew it too.
To be fair, even he acknowledged—with a pang of conscience—that he had been harsh with her, especially since it was her first time.
But he couldn’t help himself—and part of the blame lay with her.
‘Who told you to be born looking so damn sexy?’
Just look at her now.
Whether from exhaustion after two days of torment or because she had resigned herself to her fate, her expressionless face lacked vitality. But instead of making her look pitiful, it gave her an air of quiet tragedy that kept drawing his eyes back to her.
He wanted to see her cry.
Do-Kyung flicked his tongue across his lips.
Then, turning to Ra-on, who was waiting for his response, he proposed:
“How about Saturday and Sunday? Two days.”
“……”
“I think I’ve made quite the concession here.”
The faintest tremor rippled through Ra-on’s pupils, which had been carefully maintaining an air of indifference.
But soon, her head gave a small nod.
“Fine.”
As if he’d been waiting for that exact moment, Do-Kyung leaned forward.
“So does that mean this time right now belongs entirely to me?”
Her previously still eyes, which hadn’t expected him to enforce the agreement starting today, quivered like ripples on a pond. But only for a moment—watching her expression gradually contort in silent contemplation, a smile tugged at his lips. He could guess what she was thinking.
Instead of fulfilling her unspoken expectation, Do-Kyung jerked his chin toward the table.
“Let’s eat.”
“…What?”
Ra-on’s composure cracked momentarily at the unexpected words, far from what she had anticipated.
Do-Kyung feigned ignorance as he picked up his chopsticks, grinning mischievously.
“Why? Were you expecting something else?”
“……”
“I’m not some dog in heat, you know. Surely not.”
His face, quoting his earlier words with a sly smirk, was unbearably smug.
Ra-on let out a bitter laugh as she stared at the lavish spread of food before her.
When Do-Kyung had led her to the living room, trays laden with food were still being brought in continuously. It seemed like he had raided an entire hotel buffet.
“……”
Setting aside the question of who could possibly eat all this, she wondered what exactly he was trying to do now.
There was no way her appetite could return after what had happened. Her split lips and the burning soreness between her legs still vividly reminded her of the previous night. How could she possibly swallow even a bite of food?
And above all—
She didn’t want to share a meal with Do-Kyung.
Every time she looked at his face, the memory of his beastly expression as he relentlessly drove her into submission resurfaced, followed by the vivid recollection of their intense lovemaking, which made her nauseous.
If she tried to put anything in her mouth, she was certain she’d vomit it right back up. Though, in reality, since she hadn’t eaten anything, only bile would come up.
At that moment, the last staff member placed the final dish on the table and scurried away with quick steps. Thud. Hearing the door close behind them, Ra-on sneered coldly. The dishes laid out before her were all foods famously known for replenishing protein.
Seeing through the transparent intent behind the menu, Ra-on’s sharp voice cut through the air.
“So, you’re planning to raise me like livestock, huh?”
Do-Kyung, who had been lounging on a one-seater sofa examining something, looked up at her and chuckled.
“If I said yes, would you willingly be raised?”
He rose from his seat and approached the dining table, his dark eyes gleaming as they locked onto hers.
Watching him laugh as if he’d just heard an amusing joke, a flicker of frustration briefly crossed Ra-on’s face before disappearing.
Do-Kyung plopped down across from her, resting his chin on his hand as he smirked playfully.
“What will you do if you say things like that without meaning them, Ra-on-ah?”
“……”
“What if I really decide to ‘raise’ you and jump into action?”
With that, Do-Kyung extended his hand. What he offered her was a steaming bowl of soup.
“Unfortunately, it’s not livestock farming, so eat.”
Ra-on stared silently at the soup he handed her before asking,
“What day is it today?”
“Sunday.”
His concise reply made Ra-on purse her lips tightly.
Though she had vaguely guessed she’d seen the morning sun twice, the realization that two full days had passed hit her. It wasn’t surprising she had eventually collapsed from exhaustion.
“……”
Ra-on lifted her head after glaring at the soup like it was her mortal enemy.
On the other side of the table, Do-Kyung was casually eating a piece of meat, looking fresh and polished, unlike her disheveled state. He appeared as though he had indulged in every luxury imaginable.
Just watching him made her blood boil.
Biting her tongue, Ra-on clenched her fists under the table.
……What if she had explained everything to Ji-An from the start and asked for help instead?
Even if she couldn’t have repaid the staggering 500 million won in full, maybe she could have prevented those gangsters from finding Hye-Seong.
……And maybe she wouldn’t be sitting here now, having a meal with Han Do-Kyung.
As these thoughts crossed her mind, Ra-on faintly twisted one corner of her lips upward.
No.
Even if it hadn’t been Hye-Seong, Han Do-Kyung would have found some way to entangle himself with her. That much was inevitable from the moment his interest-filled gaze landed on her.
‘Why? Why me, of all people?’
Ra-on exhaled sharply, gritting her teeth.
But even as she thought this, the realization that Do-Kyung’s attention toward her had been the only thing protecting Hye-Seong made her clench her fists even tighter. Her nails dug into her palms, leaving crescent-shaped marks.
It was then—
“Do you think glaring at it will make a hole in the food?”
Click. With a cluck of his tongue, Do-Kyung’s hand suddenly appeared in Ra-on’s line of sight.
Her eyelids fluttered as she finally broke her unblinking stare at the soup, her reddened eyes turning toward him.
He had pushed aside the cooled dishes and was ladling fresh soup into a bowl, placing it in front of her.
Ignoring the spoon he offered, Ra-on opened her mouth to speak.
“If Hye-Seong had repaid all their money, would what happened that day still have occurred?”
Do-Kyung leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. His gaze was filled with mockery as he looked at her.
“That’s impossible.”
“……”
“The money they lend out is no longer useful to them anyway. If they can get their hands on a valuable Omega, they’ll make far more money than what was borrowed. Do you think they’d let go easily? Especially when it comes to male Omegas—they’re even less likely to release their grip. The needs of the clients they deal with… well, let’s just say they’re dirty.”
Do-Kyung added this lightly.
“So whether Ji-Hyeong repaid the money or not, being dragged into their world wouldn’t have changed. It was inevitable.”
Ra-on’s face turned deathly pale at his words as she thought of Ji-An and wondered if the same fate could’ve awaited him.
“…Then what about you? Can you protect Hye-Seong?”
“Hmm. That depends entirely on you, doesn’t it?”
His languid tone made Ra-on recall the contract she had signed the night before, and her expression hardened like stone.
It was an evasive answer, but the meaning was clear: whenever he wanted, she was expected to obediently spread her legs without complaint. Her face burned red with humiliation as she glared at him before tightly shutting her eyes. Even under her piercing gaze, Do-Kyung’s smug smile remained unbearable to look at.
But only for a moment. Finally, Ra-on looked at him with a resolved expression.
“Then make me a promise.”
“Hmm?”
Her voice, hoarse from crying out beneath him all night, rasped as she spoke.
“I can’t keep doing this every day like this.”
Do-Kyung rested his chin on his hand and blinked, silently urging her to continue.
“In other words, add a clause to the contract—promise not to interfere with my daily life.”
“Hmm?”
At his indifferent attitude, Ra-on’s voice sharpened.
“I’m not some sex-crazed stallion. You should be able to restrain yourself at least that much.”
Do-Kyung’s eyes widened in surprise at the vulgar term slipping from her lips, and then he burst into laughter.
“That’s right. I’m not some dog in heat.”
Though it was ironic coming from the man who had thrust his hips like a dog in heat just days ago, Ra-on silently licked her dry, cracked lips.
Watching her intently, Do-Kyung nodded agreeably.
“Fine.”
“…”
“What do you want me to do?”
Ra-on hesitated for a moment, ready to fight if he refused, but then took a small breath and continued.
“Once a week. We’ll meet only on Saturdays.”
She quickly added,
“I have a private life too. No matter who you are, you don’t have the right to invade it.”
“Hmm. That’s true. That wasn’t part of the contract.”
Do-Kyung nodded in agreement, crossing his arms as he leaned back in his chair. A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, creating faint dimples on his cheeks.
Pretending to ponder deeply, his sharp gaze scrutinized Ra-on.
Her eyes were still red and swollen, evidence of the torment from the previous night.
The tears that spilled from those eyes had been surprisingly sweet.
Do-Kyung ran his tongue over his teeth, savoring the memory.
And it wasn’t just that.
Her soft, plump skin that clung perfectly to his touch. The tightness of her body trembling yet willingly opening up to accept him. And her unique scent—it was intoxicating. Once he had a taste, he couldn’t stop. Again and again, even after she passed out, he continued pounding into her like a madman.
[“That’s right. I’m not some dog in heat.”]
Though he said it, he knew better than anyone how much he had acted like one the night before. And judging by Ra-on’s glare as she spat those words, she knew it too.
To be fair, even he acknowledged—with a pang of conscience—that he had been harsh with her, especially since it was her first time.
But he couldn’t help himself—and part of the blame lay with her.
‘Who told you to be born looking so damn sexy?’
Just look at her now.
Whether from exhaustion after two days of torment or because she had resigned herself to her fate, her expressionless face lacked vitality. But instead of making her look pitiful, it gave her an air of quiet tragedy that kept drawing his eyes back to her.
He wanted to see her cry.
Do-Kyung flicked his tongue across his lips.
Then, turning to Ra-on, who was waiting for his response, he proposed:
“How about Saturday and Sunday? Two days.”
“……”
“I think I’ve made quite the concession here.”
The faintest tremor rippled through Ra-on’s pupils, which had been carefully maintaining an air of indifference.
But soon, her head gave a small nod.
“Fine.”
As if he’d been waiting for that exact moment, Do-Kyung leaned forward.
“So does that mean this time right now belongs entirely to me?”
Her previously still eyes, which hadn’t expected him to enforce the agreement starting today, quivered like ripples on a pond. But only for a moment—watching her expression gradually contort in silent contemplation, a smile tugged at his lips. He could guess what she was thinking.
Instead of fulfilling her unspoken expectation, Do-Kyung jerked his chin toward the table.
“Let’s eat.”
“…What?”
Ra-on’s composure cracked momentarily at the unexpected words, far from what she had anticipated.
Do-Kyung feigned ignorance as he picked up his chopsticks, grinning mischievously.
“Why? Were you expecting something else?”
“……”
“I’m not some dog in heat, you know. Surely not.”
His face, quoting his earlier words with a sly smirk, was unbearably smug.
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