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By the time Yoon Guk’s fingers were slick and glistening, his fingertips had nearly reached that hidden, aching spot inside her. Just a little more—just a bit more pressure—and she felt like her entire body would shatter in release.
“Ngh! Hah—ah...!”
Her moans grew more desperate, and Yoon Guk could hear the raw need in her voice. But then—
“Kim Hyun-soo.”
“Haah... hah...”
“You’re awake now, aren’t you?”
Without hesitation, he pulled his wet fingers out, leaving her clenching around nothing, empty and throbbing.
“Y-Yoon Guk... you—”
Still dazed, she tried to protest, but he only laughed. Shedding his jacket and tossing it aside, he pressed his forehead against hers, his fingers teasing her flushed cheeks.
“You need to focus. We’re just getting started.”
And then he was inside her—deep.
“Ah—! Ngh...!”
Hyun-soo’s entire body trembled as he filled her completely.
“Ah! Yoon Guk—! Hah!”
Pinned between him and the wall, she could do nothing but moan as he moved relentlessly. The force of his thrusts lifted her onto her toes, then one leg hooked around his waist, until finally, she was entirely suspended in the air. Her slender legs clung to him desperately, her body sliding against his sweat-slick skin.
“I can’t—! Ah...!”
But exhaustion was inevitable. As their bodies moved together, slick with sweat, she kept slipping, her arms loosening around his neck, her legs trembling. Each time, Yoon Guk simply hauled her back, his grip bruising on her hips as he pulled her down onto him again and again.
“Can’t? You’re taking me so well—don’t lie.”
He pressed a teasing kiss to her lips before grinning down at her. Then, adjusting his hold, he drove into her even harder. Every impact against the wall was dulled by the overwhelming sensation of him ruining her from the inside.
It felt like he was carving a new path inside her with every thrust. How else could he reach so deep?
“Ah—! Hah! Ngh!”
She clung to him desperately, her body shaking as slick, white streaks of their mixed arousal dripped down her thighs.
She was too sensitive now, too aware of every slide of his cock, every drop of wetness between them. And her stamina was long gone—she was on the verge of collapsing.
Yoon Guk seemed to realize it too. In one swift motion, he carried her to the bed, laying her down on the soft mattress.
“Haah... hah...”
Finally able to catch her breath, Hyun-soo gasped in relief. But it wasn’t over—far from it.
If anything, Yoon Guk seemed more determined now. He loomed over her, teeth bared, as he pushed back inside.
The old mattress groaned under their combined weight, creaking with every brutal thrust.
How long had it been now? Her body felt like it was breaking apart. She’d lost count of how many times she’d come already.
Outside, the sun had begun to set, painting the room in bloody red light.
Bare and trembling, Hyun-soo lay beneath Yoon Guk, who was still half-dressed, his clothes disheveled but clinging to him as he moved.
“Did you cling to him like this too?”
Him? Who was he talking about?
“Who... are you even—”
Even in her dazed state, Hyun-soo felt indignant. After running from Yoon Guk, she hadn’t so much as looked at another man.
“That bastard who was with you earlier.”
Earlier?
Then it clicked—the moment she’d crossed the street with Ho-seok, when Yoon Guk’s car had nearly rammed into them.
The idea that he was fixating on Ho-seok of all people was absurd.
“That’s—no, what? No!”
“No?”
“Yes, no!”
“Really?”
“I said no! How many times—!”
“You’re the one who ran after promising to wait.”
Thud.
Without warning, Yoon Guk slammed into her, forcing a choked gasp from her lips.
“Did you enjoy fooling me?”
“You think I enjoyed it?”
Yoon Guk’s expression darkened. For a moment, he just stared at her—then his hand closed around her throat.
“Ngh—!”
Pressure built as his grip tightened, her face flushing with blood.
“Then why? If it wasn’t good for you either, why did you run?”
Tears pricked at her eyes.
“I looked everywhere for you. Every place you might go, every place you wouldn’t go. I ran until my feet bled. And you were gone.”
“Khh...”
“But I couldn’t give up. I had to see this face of yours again.”
Tears spilled over, streaking down her cheeks. When Yoon Guk met her gaze, she smiled—genuinely.
He let out a disbelieving laugh.
“Hah. I expected more. But it’s nothing special.”
“......”
“Just stay by my side. Then I won’t care if you laugh or cry.”
Was he serious? Did he really no longer care if she was happy or miserable?
Finally, he released her throat.
Gasping for air, Hyun-soo dug her nails into his shoulders as he suddenly bit down on her breast, sucking hard.
Still buried deep inside her, Yoon Guk gave her no room to move. She could only squirm helplessly beneath him, and he seemed to relish it.
“...Yoon Guk.”
“......”
“Yoon Guk.”
He didn’t answer, switching to her other breast, his fingers pinching and teasing the already swollen nipple.
Only when she spoke again did he finally look up, meeting her gaze.
“The anniversary event... do you remember?”
“......”
“That’s when I realized... you were still trapped in the past too. Just like me. And I pitied you for it.”
“......”
“But then... I heard something interesting. About the fire alarm malfunction.”
Yoon Guk’s mouth trailed lower, licking a stripe down her stomach.
“You acted so shocked. Like you had no idea. But it was you, wasn’t it?”
Hyun-soo’s voice grew desperate. If this was true too, she didn’t know if her heart could take it.
But Yoon Guk only slid his hand between her thighs, his expression unreadable.
Only when he lifted her hips did he finally answer.
“It was me.”
Her mind went blank.
“Why? Why would you do that?”
That incident had traumatized Han, and she’d felt a twisted kinship with him because of it.
Ah.
A realization struck her.
“Don’t tell me—”
“......”
“Don’t say it was for me again. Please.”
“I was curious.”
“......”
“If you’d still come to me, even in danger. I needed to be sure.”
“......”
“And you did. You came to me, despite everything.”
“You’re insane.”
Her face twisted in disgust. She didn’t want to understand—didn’t want to accept—this warped way of loving.
“The rush I felt that day... you’ll never understand.”
“You’re sick.”
“What’s the problem? You came to me. I got the confirmation I needed. Wasn’t it worth it?”
“...Get off. Stop.”
Her face pale, she shoved at his chest.
“Too late for that. We’re in too deep now—body and soul.”
“I said get off—! Ngh...!”
Yoon Guk pinned her wrists above her head and moved, slamming into her with brutal force.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Hyun-soo thrashed beneath him, but he only pulled her closer, pressing his forehead to hers, his eyes closing.
Heat radiated between them, their breaths mingling, their bodies inseparable.
There was no denying it now—they were bound together.