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Yoon Guk let out a slow breath as he listened to Hyun-soo, his expression slightly annoyed.
“I really don’t know what you’re accusing me of.”
“I know everything. Everything you’ve done to me.”
“Then say it. Out loud. What exactly did I do?”
How shameless. Nothing about him had changed. That same mask of indifference, not a single crack revealing what lay beneath.
Hyun-soo gritted her teeth instinctively.
“You ruined my father’s business.”
“Oh?”
“What?”
His vague response threw her off. He brushed a strand of her hair aside, lips curling into a smirk.
“Who told you that? That it was me?”
“Who told me doesn’t matter—”
“Kim Hyun-seong. Your father. That was his fault, not mine.”
“What?”
“If a single stab to the side was enough to collapse it, then the business had no foundation to begin with. It would’ve crumbled soon anyway.”
“...Hah.”
“Why are you pinning your father’s incompetence on me?”
“You bastard. You fucking bastard.”
Hyun-soo thrashed, pounding her fists against his chest. But he only laughed, unfazed.
“I want to kiss you. Can I?”
“Try it and see what happens.”
Teasing, always teasing.
“Why did you sponsor me in the first place? Just to torment me? No, it wasn’t that simple, was it?”
“You know me so well.”
Her eyes burned red. She tried to twist away from his fingers tracing her lips, but his grip on her chin tightened, holding her in place.
After a brief struggle, Hyun-soo grabbed his wrist and glared.
“I just wanted every penny you spent to be mine. Is that so wrong?”
“That’s not all. And you’re lying.”
“What are you talking about, Hyun-soo?”
“Be honest. You wanted to upend my life. That’s why you did it.”
Yoon Guk laughed, incredulous.
“I could’ve done that, sure. I had the power to wrap my hands around your life and squeeze. But did I?”
“You didn’t? You can say that with a straight face?”
“Yeah. I can.”
“You—!”
He exhaled slowly, the amusement fading from his eyes.
“You really don’t know me at all.”
“......”
“If I’d treated you the way I wanted back then, you wouldn’t have even dreamed of school, work, or a life outside. You’d have been too busy screaming under me day and night.”
“Psycho! You fucking pervert! Get off me!”
“So. This ‘psycho pervert’ let you live your life, let you come to me on your own—shouldn’t you be thanking me? Why are you so angry? Why do you keep running away?”
Hyun-soo’s struggles slowed. Their eyes locked.
“Don’t tell me—”
“Yeah.”
“Our marriage—was that all you too?”
Yoon Guk looked down at her impassively, then casually began undoing the buttons of her blouse.
“I might’ve nudged things along. Rumors spread fast.”
“That weird article... You’re saying you started that rumor?”
Once her blouse was fully unbuttoned and pushed back, goosebumps rose on her shoulders. Only then did Hyun-soo realize what he was doing. She tried to push his hands away, but he easily pinned her and stripped the blouse off.
“So what? You proposed first, Hyun-soo. Are you going to claim I forced that too?”
“You really—!”
“Nothing’s changed. You wanted to marry me, and I agreed. It was mutual.”
Hyun-soo had chosen marriage out of guilt and responsibility for Young-ae’s actions. It had been a life-altering decision for her—but Yoon Guk spoke of it so casually, as if he had no idea what it meant to her.
He was shamelessly calm, yet his unchecked desire spilled over as he pressed his lips to her shoulder.
Tugging her shirt free, he slid his hand beneath her camisole, fingers boldly tracing the curve of her waist.
“Let go...!”
Despite her struggles, his hand reached her bra, cupping her breast—fuller than he remembered.
“Hah.” He let out an amused breath before slipping his hand under the bra, kneading the soft flesh.
“Ngh! Stop it!”
“You still smell the same.”
“Stop saying weird things—!”
“It’s not weird. I’m about to explode down there.”
True to his words, he was already painfully hard, the outline visible against his thigh. The fact that just groping her had him this worked up made him laugh. If he actually kissed her, he’d probably come untouched.
Licking his lips, he met her gaze.
“I could use your help.”
“No! Get away—!”
“Really no?”
“Yes, you pervert! How many times do I have to—!”
His fingers pinched her stiff nipple, rolling it as his other hand slid down, pushing past her skirt and panties to stroke her wetness.
“You’re dripping down here, and you’re saying no? Who’d believe that, Kim Hyun-soo?”
“Take your hand off! Off!”
“You keep saying things you don’t mean.”
“This is how I really feel, Yoon Guk, you bastard!”
“Even your glare is pretty.”
“...You’re insane.”
“Want to spit on me? I’d probably come right then.”
“You fucking deviant!”
Hyun-soo tugged her skirt back down, thrashing to push him away—but it was useless. His hands were already rooted between her legs, fingers slipping inside with ease.
“You like this, Hyun-soo.”
“Ngh—ah...!”
Yoon Guk had grown even bolder in their time apart. What was once straightforward was now downright vulgar.
Biting her lip to stifle her moans, Hyun-soo kept struggling. Her pride wouldn’t let her submit—and who knew when the nanny might walk in?
“Or do you prefer this?”
His fingers, which had been thrusting, now circled her entrance, rubbing slow circles. She gasped, pounding his chest. Let go!
Her upper half wasn’t faring any better. Her bra had been pushed up, breasts exposed. Yoon Guk didn’t hesitate to take one into his mouth.
“Ah! Hah!”
His warm, wet tongue swirled around her nipple, the sensation sending jolts straight to her core.
By the time her breasts were flushed and sensitive, Hyun-soo could feel her body teetering on the edge. Yoon Guk, either oblivious or ignoring it, kept rubbing her clit while sucking hard on her nipple.
A year without contact had left her oversensitive. The onslaught of pleasure had her fists clenched, breath ragged.
Her legs trembled, strength fading. She sagged against him, knees buckling—but Yoon Guk wedged his thigh between hers, forcing her to lean on him.
Trapped, Hyun-soo clung to him, whining.
“We still have... things to talk about—”
“Like what? Go ahead.”
“How can I—when you’re—ngh!”
“Why can’t you? I’m listening.”
“Wait—your hand! Don’t—ah!”
She’d assumed he’d just tease her entrance, but Yoon Guk pushed inside without hesitation, fingers stretching her deep.
“Ah! Ah! Ngh—haah!”
Two, then three fingers—it still wasn’t enough. He worked her open relentlessly, watching tears bead at the corners of her eyes before kissing them away.
The stretch burned, but the slick friction had her hips twitching. It had been too long—just his fingers had her spine tingling, close to the edge.
His long, thick fingers were perfect for scratching that itch. Hyun-soo shuddered, forehead dropping against his chest as an odd, wriggling heat pooled low in her belly.
Yoon Guk wrapped an arm around her, holding her close as his other hand delved deeper, rubbing her inner walls until—
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