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24. This is the punishment for seduction.
24. This is the punishment for seduction.
Dan-jung felt her face flush with embarrassment, realizing that her intention to seduce him had been discovered.
“Ah... it’s just that the pants were too long.”
“I told you before—just because I can’t feel emotions doesn’t mean I’m not aroused.”
“...Y-You did say that.”
Under Min-hyuk’s smoldering gaze, Dan-jung swallowed hard.
“The one who initiated the seduction was Ms. Choi Dan-jung.”
Suddenly, Min-hyuk closed the distance between them, pulling Dan-jung into his arms and holding her tightly.
Hugging her was his last resort in an effort to maintain self-control.
If he didn’t do this, Min-hyuk felt like he might start unbuttoning Dan-jung’s pajamas and give in to his desires right then and there.
“Huh?”
“This is your punishment for seducing me.”
“Ah...”
Dan-jung was flustered by how close Min-hyuk was pressed against her without any space between them.
Still, since her attempt at seduction seemed to have worked, she didn’t entirely hate the embrace.
“Let’s sleep like this.”
“Yes.”
Min-hyuk’s words made Dan-jung respond softly, her voice tinged with shyness.
Upon reflection, Dan-jung realized that Min-hyuk was quite skilled at saying romantic things, much like someone experienced in love.
[“This is your punishment for seducing me.”]
Ha~ Who could ever call him someone who doesn’t understand love?
He’s so adept at making a woman’s heart race.
“President Min, have you dated before?”
Ever since meeting Hye-mi, Dan-jung found herself obsessing over this question.
Curiosity about their past relationship gnawed at her, and unable to hold back any longer, she finally asked.
“Yes.”
His concise answer suggested he didn’t want to elaborate further.
“But you said you don’t understand the emotion of love.”
“Even so, I wanted to meet women.”
“Ah~ I see.”
Phew~ A sigh escaped Dan-jung’s lips without her realizing it.
Though she’d gone on many dates and kissed numerous men, she had never been so physically intimate or exposed as she was now.
The thought that Min-hyuk had kissed Hye-mi and held her like this filled Dan-jung with renewed jealousy.
“Is something wrong?”
Min-hyuk looked down at Dan-jung after hearing her sigh.
“No, nothing’s wrong.”
“...”
Min-hyuk silently observed Dan-jung, who seemed dispirited.
In his head, he bombarded himself with questions to try and understand her feelings:
“Why is she curious about my past relationships? Why did she bring up love? What does her sigh mean?”
As Min-hyuk tried to decipher Dan-jung’s thoughts, his headache returned.
It wasn’t severe enough to require medication, but he desperately wanted to resolve this quickly.
“I can’t know unless you tell me.”
“Huh?”
“I can only guess emotions based on facial expressions and reactions, but it’s insufficient to fully grasp inner thoughts, especially in situations like this.”
“I’m sorry if I bothered you.”
“You don’t need to apologize. I’m just curious about what you’re thinking.”
“...”
Dan-jung appreciated Min-hyuk asking about her thoughts.
But how could she possibly admit that her sadness stemmed from jealousy?
Still, hoping he might understand her feelings, she decided to phrase her words carefully.
“It’s my first time being hugged like this by a man!”
“?!”
“I’m serious.”
“It’s my first time too.”
“What?”
Surprised by Min-hyuk’s response, Dan-jung couldn’t help but smile, feeling oddly satisfied.
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Beep beep The sound of Dan-jung’s phone vibrating woke her early in the morning.
“Who could it be, calling so early...”
Waking up in Min-hyuk’s arms, Dan-jung blinked her round eyes as she took in the situation.
Last night! She had stormed into the president’s suite when he failed to show up for their appointment. They ordered room service for a late-night snack, drank wine, and she tried to seduce him without wearing pants... Wait, what? She hadn’t worn pants?!
Peeking under the blanket, Dan-jung saw her bare thighs dangerously close to Min-hyuk’s legs—in a very compromising position.
“Are you awake?”
Min-hyuk stirred awake due to Dan-jung’s restless movements.
Truthfully, he had fallen asleep in the early hours of the morning and would have preferred to stay asleep longer. However, with a busy schedule ahead, he reluctantly decided to get up.
“Maybe I should be content with this.”
Min-hyuk gazed at Dan-jung’s face, which he had admired all night, trying to ease his regret.
Meeting his gaze, Dan-jung greeted him with a sleepy “Good morning.”
“Did you sleep well?”
“Not really.”
“Why not?”
“Thanks to resting earlier, I couldn’t fall asleep. And I was frustrated that I couldn’t touch the woman trying to seduce me.”
“I-I’m sorry. And again, it’s because the pants were too long...”
“You weren’t trying to seduce me?”
“No! Why would I?”
“Never mind. Thanks to you, my eyes enjoyed the view.”
“Ah...”
“Let’s get up. We have a lot to do today.”
“Yes.”
As Min-hyuk got up and headed to the bathroom, Dan-jung watched his retreating figure with longing.
Then, something he said came back to her.
[“Because I rested earlier, I couldn’t fall asleep...”]
Unlike Min-hyuk, Dan-jung had fallen asleep almost immediately after being embraced by him.
But President Min couldn’t sleep? That meant he must have watched her while she slept... Could it be that she snored?
Dan-jung tried to recall what happened after falling asleep in Min-hyuk’s arms, but no memories surfaced.
“Sigh~ I give up.”
With resignation, Dan-jung buried her face in the pillow and groaned.
Just then, her phone started vibrating again inside her bag on the sofa.
Beep beep beep
Annoyed, Dan-jung ignored the call at first, but the persistent vibrations wouldn’t stop.
Dragging herself out of bed, she opened her bag and picked up the phone. The caller ID read: “Mom.”
“Hello?”
“Oh, darling! Why didn’t you pick up? Do you know how worried I’ve been?”
Dan-jung’s mother, Hye-sook, spoke in a tone dripping with artificial sweetness.
“Mom, is something wrong?”
Dan-jung shuddered at her mother’s unusually gentle voice.
“My dear~ What could possibly be wrong? Ho ho ho. But Dan-jung, is it true that you’re getting married to your boss this week?”
Hye-sook had heard rumors from the owner of Shangri-La Motel, relayed by the motel owner’s son.
Though she initially dismissed it as nonsense, the detailed story left her suspicious.
Unable to reach Dan-jung until morning, Hye-sook was on the verge of losing her patience.
Finally, when Dan-jung answered, Hye-sook suppressed her rising anger and forced herself to sound affectionate.
It was likely the first time Dan-jung had heard such a tender tone from her mother.
“Oh, yes, that’s right. By the way, Mom, I’ll stop by later with the president to greet you.”
“No! Why are you telling me this now?”
Hye-sook snapped, then quickly softened her tone.
“Alright, I’ll hang up now.”
With nothing left to say, Dan-jung ended the call hastily.
Truthfully, Dan-jung didn’t share a close bond with her mother, so there wasn’t much to discuss.
As a child, she had tried desperately to earn her mother’s affection, but all of Hye-sook’s attention was focused on her son.
No matter how hard Dan-jung studied or excelled academically, her achievements went unnoticed.
Instead, she was often scolded for supposedly belittling her younger brother.
When it came time for college, despite getting accepted into a prestigious university in Seoul, her mother opposed it.
Her reasoning was absurd: she wanted Dan-jung to work at a small company and support her brother instead.
In this modern era, such outdated expectations were laughable.
Unfortunately, Dan-jung’s father, Changsoo, was the cherished third-generation heir of a wealthy family, and Hye-sook faced immense pressure to produce a male heir to carry on the family name.
After several miscarriages, the birth of her son became her salvation—a way to escape her in-laws’ scrutiny and assert dominance within the household.
Growing up in such an environment, Dan-jung never felt truly happy with her family.
She only felt lonely and depressed, much like she did now.
“Is something wrong?”
Min-hyuk emerged from the bathroom, fresh from washing up, and noticed Dan-jung staring blankly at her phone.
Just moments ago, she had been blushing and acting coy, yet Dan-jung remained an enigma to him.
“No, it’s nothing.”
Pretending everything was fine, Dan-jung stood up from the couch.
“We should hurry. There’s somewhere we need to go.”
“Huh? Where?”
“You’ll see when we get there.”
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“Ugh, my head hurts.”
The blinding sunlight streaming through the window woke Hye-mi, who had passed out drunk.
“Are you awake?”
Sitting at the dining table, Si-woo approached Hye-mi and handed her a glass of water.
“Thank you.”
Hye-mi sipped the water, trying to clear her foggy mind.
“You always end up looking like this around me.”
“It’s only around me, so it’s okay.”
“Do you have plans? I’ll leave.”
Si-woo’s indifferent response made Hye-mi uncomfortable. Setting the cup down, she stood up.
She had no intention of pursuing anything serious with Si-woo, even if their one-night stands temporarily eased her loneliness.
Besides, last night’s encounter had been a drunken mistake.
Though her current studio apartment was slightly better than her old dormitory, it still highlighted how mismatched Si-woo and she were.
“Min-hyuk hyung.”
Si-woo understood Hye-mi’s feelings well enough.
She would undoubtedly marry someone equal to her status—not him—but rather Min-hyuk.
And as a successful career woman, she would lead her company forward.
“...”
Hearing Min-hyuk’s name, Hye-mi paused with her hand on the doorknob.
“Min-hyuk hyung, I’ll take her back from you.”
“Hah! How will you do that?”
Turning to face Si-woo, Hye-mi smirked disdainfully.
“I work at Le Soleil Hotel now. Choi Dan-jung and I are close colleagues. If they get married, I’ll seduce her and make her divorce him.”
“Tch! You don’t know... He can’t get divorced.”
“We’ll see about that.”
“...”
Hye-mi hesitated, wondering if Si-woo was serious. Could it be that woman too?
“Did you sleep with her?”
“Not yet, but I will soon.”
“Alright, good luck. I’ll cheer you on from the sidelines.”
Ignoring Si-woo’s baseless confidence, Hye-mi opened the door.
Si-woo rushed after her.
“If that happens, you’ll sleep with me.”
“What?”
“That’s my condition.”
Si-woo was dead serious. Even if it was purely physical, he wanted Hye-mi for himself.
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