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Looking at the cars speeding past below the large glass window, Yi-hwan only fidgeted with the cigarette held between his fingers. As if replaying the moment he had unexpectedly encountered Jung Yeon that day, he silently stared out the window, when an unwelcome voice intruded without a hint of tact.
“Director, here are the approval documents for the payment you mentioned. Director?”
“Just leave them and go.”
Despite his instruction to leave, the woman hesitated, as if she had something more to say.
Yi-hwan, who had been looking out the window, put the cigarette in his mouth and turned his chair around.
“What? Is there anything else you want to say?”
“Um, thank you for keeping quiet about what happened then. For not telling anyone.”
“Isn’t it stranger to go around gossiping about an employee’s private life?”
Yi-hwan flipped through the file the woman had placed on the desk, gesturing to her casually.
“Still, thank you. And, um, Director.”
“Speak.”
He had been looking down at the papers as he flipped through them, but he completely turned his head towards the woman who had been bowing deeply and silently for a while.
“Ah, well, that is...”
Knock, knock. At the sound of the knock, the woman stopped talking, bowed her head, and left the director’s office. Secretary Choi entered the empty space she had left behind and handed him the approval documents.
“Director, the assemblyman has arrived.”
“Alright, Secretary Choi, you can leave now too.”
Before Secretary Choi, who had bowed politely, could even leave, Hyun-seok burst into the room as if kicking the door open. Hyun-seok, who walked past Yi-hwan and plopped down in the seat of honor, clicked his tongue.
“Is it so hard for a busy son of mine, doing the nation’s work, to come see his father’s face even once?”
“So, why don’t you just stick to the nation’s work? What brings you here?”
“You insolent brat. Did I give birth to a beast cub or a human child?”
“Then you shouldn’t have touched him. You got everything you wanted, so what are you here to say now?”
“Do you want to treat your father, whose back is breaking from cleaning up after his son, like this?”
“It’s not cleaning up after me, it’s because of your greed, Father.”
“...You bastard. Does it make you feel better to treat even me, your father, like a rich, ignorant fool?”
Secretary Choi brought in two cups of coffee. Hyun-seok gulped down the hot coffee like ice water, wearing a displeased expression.
“Because of that one girl...”
“If there’s nothing else, please leave. I’m busy.”
“Come home sometime. Your mother’s worried about you. Can’t you see your father wasting away because of you, you son of a bitch?”
Hyun-seok stood up from the sofa without even intending to hear Yi-hwan’s reply. He emptied a cup of coffee as if it were water and left, slamming the director’s office door shut with a bang. Yi-hwan wearily ran his fingers through his hair at his father’s imposing retreating figure.
The old man who claimed to be wasting away was surprisingly energetic; it was a relief he hadn’t broken the door.
Yi-hwan’s eyes turned back towards the window. Strictly speaking, he had first met Yeon when they were both wearing school uniforms.
He had been a delinquent high school student who was always getting into trouble, and she was the daughter of the police officer who had dragged him to the precinct for his involvement in an assault case. The relationship was ridiculous, but that was the gist of it.
He had heard that his only half-sister had started living in what was essentially a massage parlor disguised as an inn. He had gone to find her and was pulling her out by the hand when he was caught in front of the inn.
His sister, who had been abandoned by their mother since childhood and had practically grown up in the hands of the women at the massage parlor, had naturally gone down that path as she matured. His father, who disapproved of the two siblings secretly meeting and sharing their affection, had threatened his sister that he would cause trouble if she ever went to see him again.
His father couldn’t possibly not be furious that his precious only son was meeting the daughter he had conceived with a young bar hostess, calling themselves siblings.
Moreover, his mother, who already disliked the illegitimate child, had become bedridden, casting bloodshot glares at his sister for what she had received and for even daring to covet their property.
“You idiot, sue! As his legitimate child, I have every right to his property! I’m telling you to at least file a lawsuit! Stop wallowing here and making a scene!”
She had been the only person who gave him the warmth of family that he couldn’t feel at home. He had tried to protect his sister with his own hands. The inn had eventually reported him for obstruction of business, and he had ended up in a police car heading to the precinct.
He knew why his sister was living such a difficult life without revealing that she was their father’s hidden child. It was to protect him, who shared her bloodline. He couldn’t possibly not know what kind of threats his father had made and told her to live quietly.
The woman who had taken the money his father had given her as payment for giving birth and then abandoned his sister wouldn’t have stepped forward to claim to be his sister’s mother either.
“You young punk, what gave you the right to go there and cause trouble, huh?”
The police, who knew it was an illegal massage parlor but kept quiet about it, said such things. Jung Yeon’s father, as if saying he understood all his frustration, had offered him a cup of cocoa in front of his defeated self.
Back then, it had only felt like hypocrisy. He had pushed it away, telling him to get lost, and the cocoa had spilled. The girl who wordlessly wiped the floor was wearing a school uniform. That was their first meeting.
The girl, after firmly holding and then letting go of her father’s hand, made another cup of cocoa and handed him a paper cup.
“Just like you’re hurting, my dad hurts too. So don’t take your pain out on others, just accept it.”
A firmly closed mouth that looked quite stubborn, a sharp nose, bright and clear eyes. He remembered the moment he had met her.
He had been slapped by his father, who had arrived after receiving a call. His father had denied his own flesh and blood, telling him not to get close to such a baseborn girl.
He had witnessed his sister’s suicide exactly one year after that day. Back then, he had been a hoodlum, wielding influence with his fists at school. After his sister’s death, he had given up fighting. He had given it up...
Yi-hwan roughly gathered the stacked approval documents one by one, signed them, and left the director’s office.
“Are you leaving work, Director?”
“Everyone, go home early and let’s see each other tomorrow.”
“Yes, please go ahead.”
He left the office, leaving behind the employees who stood up abruptly and bowed their heads.
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A report came in that two men were fighting in front of a convenience store, throwing things and causing a disturbance. Yeon and Officer Lee, who were patrolling nearby, immediately received the backup request and set off.
Yeon turned her tired neck and looked at her watch. It wasn’t intentional, but Officer Lee spoke to her first, comforting her.
“Let’s just resolve this situation and then we can go in too. Today’s your birthday, right, Officer Jung? Still, it’s good you’re on day shift. If you had night duty on your birthday, you wouldn’t have been able to celebrate properly.”
“It’s okay. My birthday isn’t a big deal.”
Since morning, Yeon’s heart had been in turmoil because of Myung-hyun’s calls, asking her to spend the day with him, to go to the hotel he had booked, just because it was her birthday.
If she gave in this time too, she would have to understand and accept his many female friends again, whom he would explain were just friends. She just, just wished he would think of her a little more than all his many friends.
If she confided her worries in Eun-song, she would say without fail, “Hey, that bastard’s giving you hope. He doesn’t want to lose you, but he also doesn’t want to turn away the women who come to him, so he’s playing the field. You’re a caught fish, and the women loitering around that jerk are fish he hasn’t caught yet, that’s the only difference.”
She had tried hard to deny it, saying it was just a difference in personality, but perhaps she was indeed a fish caught in a net. Maybe she had pretended not to be, not wanting to become miserable.
She turned on the phone she had been fidgeting with in her pocket. Texts pleading that he would die if it wasn’t her, that he would cut off all human relationships that weren’t her, friends or otherwise, came crashing down like an avalanche.
Just as chaotic as the inside of her phone, the patrol car parked urgently.
Yeon shoved her phone back into her pocket and ran towards the convenience store where curses were flying.
“Please don’t do this, calm down.”
“No, the car, see? I said something about him parking it here, and that bastard just started swearing at me out of nowhere.”
“Who do you think you are, telling me what to do? You mind your own business, you son of a bitch. Kicking my car like that.”
“He parked here last time too, and I told him several times to park somewhere else. That’s why if you can’t understand words, you shouldn’t drive a car.”
“What, you bastard? Well, that’s probably why you can only do parking duty. How dare you.”
“No, but this bastard...”
Yeon and Officer Lee quickly separated the two men who were about to fight again.
“If you continue this, we’ll have no choice but to forcibly take you both to the precinct. Stop it.”
“Oh, is the police going to hit someone? Go ahead, hit me, hit me.”
His wrist was suddenly grabbed by the extremely agitated man. Yeon was about to readjust her grip to twist the man’s wrist and force him to his knees. The man, who had been shouting loudly, was suddenly flung away. He didn’t even manage a death rattle before collapsing on the ground. Yeon stared at the man sprawled on the ground with shocked eyes.
“Who are you! You think I’ll let this go?”
“What to do? I’m not a police officer. I’m just a good citizen who can’t stand injustice.”
Cha Yi-hwan, who was forcefully pulling up the hair of the man lying on the ground, smiled faintly.
“You just laid a hand on that woman, didn’t you? Huh? Tell me.”
Thwack, Cha Yi-hwan struck the back of the man’s head and, still holding his hair, slammed his head into the ground.
Yeon grabbed Cha Yi-hwan’s arm with all her might, but she wasn’t strong enough to stop him. Officer Lee jumped in as the situation suddenly worsened.
With a cold, calm face, Cha Yi-hwan let go of the man’s hair as if throwing away trash and checked Yeon’s wrist. The man’s eyes turned to her. She stood facing him, feeling like she had been directly hit by a spark from an erupting volcano.
The feeling of being completely covered in endlessly spewing volcanic ash but unable to move from that spot was the same as it had been five years ago.
When she had faced Cha Yi-hwan, whose earnest eyes she couldn’t understand had instilled an inexplicable guilt in her as she rejected him. It was the first time since then. It felt as if all the blood flowing through her head had stopped.
Officer Lee, who had barely managed to lift the man who had fallen on the ground, supported him and requested backup.
“Forget that bastard and come to me. Let’s have an affair, with me.”
Officer Lee tried to handle the chaotic situation. Yeon, who had been struck dumb as if by lightning, couldn’t move. A sharp ringing sound echoed in her ears.
Officer Lee’s shouting and the noisy murmuring of the crowd sounded blurry like a frosted window. She could only look up at the man’s gaze that beat down like the scorching sun.
Yeon, looking at Yi-hwan who had come to the precinct for the second time, barely brought the coffee cup to her lips.
“Officer Jung, it’s almost your quitting time, go ahead and leave. I can handle the rest. It’s your birthday today, don’t work overtime.”
Seriously, what was he thinking, beating someone up like that in front of the police? Well, he was the son of a National Assemblyman and the CEO of a successful company, so the higher-ups would probably cover for him. He was a different person from her, who was still practically a rookie in the organizational world. There was no need to worry.
“Senior Yi-hwan seems busy studying for exams. He asked you to go with him, but you refused, so I just came alone. He said you were too lazy to come.”
Eun-song’s words had lingered around her for a long time, unable to leave. That night after their encounter, as dawn approached, the silence and breathing in the quiet car that was taking her home, and the subtly overlapping gazes. She thought it wasn’t just her imagination.
When he had left Korea without a word to her, she had even thought that his feelings for her had cooled. Because that’s how men are, once they have what they desire, they no longer have any lingering attachment.
Well, she had pushed him away so much, practically using his body outright, so perhaps her blaming him was also shameless. She was the bad one, not him who had left, saying he wouldn’t like someone who didn’t give him their heart anymore.
It was bad of her to have treated him so carelessly and still hoped he would continue to like her. They weren’t even dating, and back then, she had openly said she would use him to comfort herself.
Yet, the man she met after five years was reaching out to her again, asking her to have an affair. His eyes were even deeper than before, his gaze stronger.
“Oh, Officer Jung, when you were out on patrol, a man came looking for you. He said he would leave a memo to be passed on, but he just left.”
It was Myung-hyun. Her gut feeling, her intuition, everything told her so.
Cha Yi-hwan’s eyes, as he sat leaning back and looking this way, were blatant. His gaze, staring intently as if branding her, burned her skin and scorched her whole body.
Yeon turned her back on his gaze and stood up. She went into the changing room and took off her uniform. She saw the couple ring placed on one side of the locker. It was a ring Myung-hyun had given her a month ago. They had promised each other their hearts with the ring he had shyly offered.
It would be a lie to say that she hadn’t thought of Cha Yi-hwan while dating Myung-hyun. She had urged Myung-hyun to give her the same thrill that had made the back of her neck tingle back then, but Myung-hyun’s and Cha Yi-hwan’s lovemaking was fundamentally different. The pleasure that felt like she would reach her peak just from penetration because her lower body was so tight had never happened again since that day...
“Every time we have sex, I’m the only one who gets messed up, and you don’t really get disheveled. It hurts my pride, Jung Yeon. Is it not good with me? No? You feel good too, right?”
Myung-hyun would sometimes press her for such confirmation. But looking back at that night with Cha Yi-hwan, she had moaned and cried as if the world was ending, shaking her hips, showing every kind of shameful behavior. She had drooled and focused on grinding her soaked lower body, unable to even close her mouth. Thinking about it now, she really must have been crazy.
“What are you thinking about, Jung Yeon? Snap out of it.”
No, to be honest, having experienced the intense pleasure of sex, she couldn’t just prefer pure love where only hearts were exchanged. Damn it, unbelievably, from Cha Yi-hwan, who was neither her lover nor anything else.
She stood there for a while even after changing, unable to leave, when her phone rang. It was Eun-song.
- Are you still not off work? It’s your birthday, you must be working hard late.
“I’m about to leave work now.”
- Myung-hyun called me earlier. He asked if you had met recently. Did you guys fight?
She didn’t know what to say and was silent for a moment, then Eun-song hesitated with a “hmm” before opening her mouth.
- Hey, do you know anything about Shin Myung-hyun’s tutoring student?
“What? What are you talking about?”
- No, remember when we had the alumni meeting a while ago? You were busy with night duty and couldn’t come. Shin Myung-hyun was a bit drunk then, and around the time our gathering was ending, some girl came. He said she was a student he tutored. I didn’t say anything to you just in case, but isn’t it a bit strange? If he had tutoring, he wouldn’t have been drinking at the alumni meeting that day. He’s originally very outgoing and known for his connections, but still, isn’t that a bit much when you’re around? They left together, and the atmosphere seemed a bit off. He does have a lot of female friends he’s known for a long time, though.
“She’s just a student he tutors, and since she studies hard, he must be a bit concerned about her. I heard her family situation isn’t great, and she’s struggling to retake the college entrance exam.”
Why was she volunteering as his spokesperson and making excuses?
Separate from their breakup, her pride was hurt, and as she explained the situation to Eun-song, she was enveloped in a hollow sense of loss.
“He says he’s quitting tutoring now. It probably isn’t anything strange.”
With a frustrated heart, Yeon ran a dry hand over her face.
Eun-song didn’t add anything special, but a silence flowed as if she didn’t accept it either. It seemed that she wasn’t the only one trying to ignore her uneasy feelings and pretend it wasn’t a big deal.
As soon as she hung up, a text message arrived.
“Call me when you finish work. I’ll come pick you up.”
Yeon stared at Myung-hyun’s text for a long time before closing her locker and leaving the changing room. Cha Yi-hwan was nowhere to be seen. Thinking it was for the best, Yeon quickly left the precinct and headed towards the path leading to her home.
A familiar car was visible at the entrance of her villa.
The image of Myung-hyun waiting in front of the gate was vivid.
In fact, the two of them instinctively knew that their relationship was ending. Knowing this, Myung-hyun was clinging on so desperately. They had fought many times, but Myung-hyun had never clung to her like he was about to die.
Perhaps he had thought she would always be by his side. Until now, she had turned a blind eye to many things he had asked her to understand in his social life.
But this time, he had instinctively sensed the gravity of the situation. The man had a gut feeling that Yeon’s heart had truly closed this time.
“It’s just that she was only available at that time, so we met at night to work on a group project. She bought me dinner to apologize. The alcohol was just a drink with the meal. You understand me, right? I couldn’t answer because I was busy, I’m sorry. You know?”
No, she didn’t know. She didn’t understand. Meeting a woman alone at night for a group project, being out of contact, being so considerate of that woman’s situation while never considering her own anxious heart even once.
“Where are you? I’ll come pick you up at the precinct now.”
Myung-hyun’s text was desperately urgent.
Yeon looked at the entrance of her villa and started walking back the way she had come. She didn’t want to raise her voice over the same issues anymore. She didn’t want to be stuck in the endless loop of their conversations.
“Act a little mean. Aren’t you tired of being so devoted? You think if you stay chaste, that bastard will lick your behind?”
“Act mean, use him, play with him, you do that too. Because a guy is even worse than that.”
Those were Cha Yi-hwan’s words to her once. She didn’t want to date anymore while only understanding the other person. There were many men who liked her. Even the youngest officer at their precinct, Yoon, had confessed and asked her out.
If she had considered Officer Yoon’s situation, she would have at least had a cup of tea with him. But she had been respectful to the person she was seeing. Wasn’t it that some people couldn’t do it even if they wanted to?
The precinct came into view in the distance. She didn’t actually have a plan for why she was going back to the precinct. She wasn’t the impulsive type at all, so she didn’t know why she made impulsive decisions whenever she met Cha Yi-hwan. As she quickly walked towards the precinct across the crosswalk, she ran into Cha Yi-hwan, who was coming out of the precinct door and putting a cigarette in his mouth. The unlit cigarette was held down in his hand again.
“I came acting mean.”
The moment the impulse struck for the second time, she knew it wasn’t a problem to be dismissed as a mere mistake, yet she condoned it.
Sitting in the passenger seat of Yi-hwan’s car and looking out the window, she saw Myung-hyun’s car parked in the opposite lane. Yeon turned her head towards Yi-hwan, ignoring the sight. Her gaze inadvertently landed on his long, firm fingers gripping the steering wheel.
“…….”
Her whole body had once been held captive by those fingers. That memory was very vivid in her mind. But pretending not to remember, she looked away and checked the intersection.
“You can turn left right here.”
A villa not far from the precinct. Perhaps letting him into her house was a very dangerous thing to do. Actually, that was why she was bringing him home, yet she cunningly pretended to be focused only on giving directions with an indifferent face.
He parked in front of the villa, loosened the tie that was tightening his collar, and looked up at the building.
Yeon entered the entrance first, leading the way. Tap, tap. As Yeon climbed the short stairs, she glanced back, and her eyes met his as he caught up to her in an instant with his wide strides.
A space where there was no escape from his gaze, a small and narrow stairwell, and the feeling that just breathing in the same space made her feel like she had committed an unspeakably bad act with him and the world.
It was too late to blame it all on that purely bad man; her own confused heart wasn’t so innocent either.
“...My place is a bit messy.”
“Then why did you tell me to come to your place?”
“I didn’t think you’d mind that kind of thing, Senior.”
“If you know, then keep going the way you were going.”
As she walked with her back to him, a strange and subtle tension pierced her back. The sound of her soft footsteps and his shoes, the two sounds with short intervals spreading in the quiet space, fueled it even more.
As she stood in front of the door and pressed the password, his skin scent mingled with her familiar scent behind her. In that brief dizziness, she sensed the dangerous time that lay ahead.
He took off his shoes and stepped into the entrance hall, placing his car keys on the console and looking around. Yeon knew that his interest wasn’t in the house itself but in her, whom he had been staring at the whole time. That’s why she was on edge even at the sound of him carelessly tossing his loosened tie onto the table.
“Would you like some tea...”
“Forget the tea, come here.”
He sank deeply into the sofa and patted the seat next to him, telling her to come sit there.
No matter how she thought about it, had she foolishly brought him home? Now that she was worrying about it, there was actually no way to turn back.
Even with her bottom on the sofa, she brought her knees together like a sinner. She glanced up slightly, and there he was, looking down at her. She was the one who had invited him, but was it just her imagination that it felt like the homeowner had changed?
“You know. No, you know...”
“Speak comfortably.”
He crossed his long legs with a flick and lifted his chin. Who was the homeowner anyway? Or rather, there was something she wanted to ask.
Why hadn’t he come to see her in the hospital? No, even she thought that was a shameless question. She had clearly slept with him wanting to have a physical relationship, not because she had accepted his feelings.
But the fact that he had left without a word was a different matter. Weren’t they close enough to say goodbye? Was that also a shameless question?
He had said he liked her, that she could use him as much as she wanted, so why had his feelings cooled so suddenly? Was that what she had to ask?
He was bad, really. Had she had the selfish desire that no matter how much she pushed him away, he would only look at her in the end? Or was it that she secretly desired such love because of the hurt from her breakup with Hyun-woo? Why had her heart stung with disappointment when she heard that he didn’t want to visit her in the hospital? No matter how much she thought about it, she couldn’t find an answer. At least, the important thing was that she had brought this man into her house now. Clearly by her own will.
“Why...”
The important thing was that even after five years, she was still standing in the same place. She still couldn’t break through the problems she faced and was looking to him as a solution.
“Didn’t you graduate from school?”
That was the question she asked, going around in circles. Why hadn’t he looked for her anymore? That was the question she actually wanted to ask but couldn’t. She had become weak at some point. The spirit and passion she had in her youth felt like they had become just traces, and she had become a coward due to two failed relationships.
He had no answer. Eventually, she, who had only been looking at his shirt buttons, raised her head.
“I was busy.”
She hadn’t wanted a long, detailed answer, but she felt drained by the curt reply that cut to the chase. But she didn’t ask further. She just guessed that he had been busy with work, skillfully.
“...I see.”
Pretending not to be too interested. Yeon took her bag and turned off her phone. If they heard at the precinct that she had already left work, they would definitely call. As she watched the screen turn black after the power went off, he moved closer and sat beside her.
She didn’t back away. They were in their own space, just like that day when she had a bright red wound and he had carefully treated it.
Hiss, hiss. Her scattered breaths spread between them like ripples.
“Still, drink something. That would be good.”
Yeon went to the kitchen and returned with a can of beer and a half-eaten bag of chips. All she had to offer to drink was bad instant coffee and beer. She didn’t usually stock up on food at home, so there weren’t many options.
She thought he would probably prefer beer over coffee, so she had brought it, but he didn’t seem very interested in the beer can.
Even while she opened the can and the bag of chips, he was staring intently at the back of Yeon’s head as if trying to pierce through it.
Why had things turned out like this again? Her mind was a mess.
She shouldn’t rely on him, but it felt like he would be by her side in her difficult times, just like that day. Like he would be a comfort.
She didn’t know why, but she had a strange premonition that there must have been a reason why Senior had disappeared without a word. No, actually, it was because her heart, which felt like it would collapse any moment, strangely felt stable when she was by his side.
Just like the last time, when she thought she might die and he had appeared before her like a lie and reassured her, when he was by her side, her incomplete and weak heart felt stable, as if it had found a root to hold onto.
She always met him when she was in a state so miserable she felt ashamed. But rather than feeling ashamed, she felt like she had found a great support. It was funny. Even she thought it was funny that she found comfort in the presence of this beast-like man.
“Why aren’t you drinking?”
She turned to look at him, who hadn’t even touched the beer can, when the doorbell rang. Instinctively, she turned her head towards the front door, but a large hand grabbed her turned cheek and held it in place, making Yeon’s eyes widen.
Hoo, the space between the man’s eyebrows, which had come close to her face, narrowed sharply. The man’s eyes, which made her stomach churn just by looking at them, were entirely focused on her.
“Yeon-ah! Open the door. I know you’re inside!”
At Myung-hyun’s voice, Yeon grabbed the back of Yi-hwan’s hand that was holding her cheek.
“You’re with someone right now, aren’t you. Jung Yeon, open the door!”
He always made her feel insecure with the countless unspecified women he hung out with, and now he was acting like he was going to die just because she was with another man for a moment. It was ridiculous. When she told him not to meet other women and to consider her insecurity, he would rather ask her for understanding.
As she quietly looked into Yi-hwan’s eyes, a tear fell. It was a teardrop for no reason, for nothing she could understand. Soon, perhaps due to the aftermath of the tears or because of her sadness, her lips puckered. He watched her holding back tears for a long time before spreading his arms wide, telling her to use his embrace.
Even as she looked at his broad chest, unsure of what to do, his large palm wrapped around her lower back. Her body was pulled in and settled into his embrace. A warm and firm embrace. The tears that burst forth were unexpected. Especially in Cha Yi-hwan’s arms.
“Hnngh...”
His hand, which gently patted her as if telling her not to cry, was rough, but perhaps it was because she felt his trembling, as if he couldn’t even touch her properly for fear of hurting her with his own hands.
Naturally, she hugged him even tighter. She pulled him closer with force first, as if saying he could touch her as much as he wanted, that it didn’t hurt even if he held her like this. Only then did his arms, which embraced her body tightly as if granted permission, overflow with an indescribable sense of relief.
Just like before. Just like back then, when he held her.
Still a beast-like man. Still a rough and clumsy man. Still a man who couldn’t hide his trembling, pretending not to be so in front of her. At his clumsy but earnest patting, the past overlapped, and thump, Yeon’s heart pounded. The same weight, the same sense of security. All the same sensations as back then.
The sound of the doorbell, which had started ringing again, faded away like fog only when she faced Yi-hwan’s face again.
“Still don’t know me well?”
At his bold question, a smirk spread across her lips. Not the type to judge by looks... His appearance, so different from Shin Myung-hyun’s, made her weak.
She shouldn’t be so swayed by a man’s looks. Even as she repeated that to herself, Yeon didn’t deny that she was drawn to those eyes looking at her. Of course, she couldn’t deny that even those eyes were handsome.
“If you don’t know me well.”
A silent answer that he hadn’t slept with other women in the meantime. Yeon’s heart fluttered subtly for a moment.
“Do I have to explicitly say that you took my virginity and you’re the only one whose taste I’ve become accustomed to? It’s obvious.”
Yeon simultaneously held her breath at his subtly disheveled eyes.
“Doesn’t it seem like I still only know you?”
The follow-up confirmation was quite thrilling. She was the only woman his body knew.
“I’ll teach you well. Like last time.”
“I know how to put it in, shake it, and come. We’ve done it, you and I. Until late that night. Didn’t you moan like crazy when I sucked you?”
...She couldn’t deny that fact either. Actually, there was nothing to teach or learn. That’s how it was when she recalled their sex that night. Teaching or learning, in the end, it was she who had begged for mercy, cried out in pleasure, and passed out.
She was puzzled. His hands touching a woman’s body were clearly clumsy, but the movements of lifting her genitals and thrusting as if to split her small, round opening were skillful.
“I’ll give you delicious milk, so keep your pussy closed tight, Jung Yeon.”
It was the moment when her admirable pussy, anticipating the man’s release, squeezed and sucked his cock, craving his semen.
The cock muscles, pulsating up and down to release semen, surged powerfully to plant his seed even deeper. When Yeon, unable to wait even for that, frantically shook and thrust her hips, crying out for him to shoot his cum deep inside her.
“Come on, again, cum, aah! My pussy wants it, hurry, aah!”
That thrilling sensation back then. The stiff cock, growing to its maximum size inside her pussy as if reining in a wild horse, sprayed cloudy semen. That moment, when she had barely endured a long climax, felt as vivid as yesterday.
The man who had sucked her breasts as if drinking mother’s milk, her body arching and trembling as she couldn’t bear the climax. This man was at the beginning and end of the sex where she had first known orgasm in her life.
“Just putting it in and shaking it isn’t everything.”
However, to change the mood, she snorted with an uncharacteristic boast, and he made a face that said, “Unbelievable, it’s suffocating.” His slightly narrowed brow and the corner of one eye that subtly twitched were exquisitely sexy.
Perhaps she had wanted to see this face of his. His lower body was already taut beyond endurance, yet he was enduring it, trying his best. The face of a man whose very being was least suited to abstinence, yet was suppressing his lust, gave her a strange pleasure.
Was she such a lewd person? Her tears had stopped without her noticing. The memories of that day, slowly filling the space, overlapped with the corner of his eye, which was barely suppressing his lust.
The impulse that surged like a tidal wave was fierce.
Yeon, with tears dangling precariously at the tip of her chin, kissed his lips. As she quietly pressed her lips against his, feeling his deep scent, his hand came to support her lower back. It was perfect permission. Yeon slowly spread her legs, placed them on either side of his thighs, and climbed on top of him.
She playfully sucked and teased his lower lip, then suddenly thrust her tongue deep inside, and then burrowed between his teeth, swirling her tongue mischievously.
As if doing something cute, while she held his shoulders and drooled here and there, his hand slipped inside her t-shirt and grabbed her breast. He was like a mammal opening its mouth wide to swallow prey in one gulp. When she gave him the hem of her t-shirt, the top was immediately shed like a snake’s skin, disappearing without a trace. She herself unhooked her dangling bra and threw it aside. Yeon, unable to bear the brief separation, again used his shoulders as support and sealed their lips together.
Her breasts, so large they often caused her back pain, had more disadvantages than advantages for her. Yet, his wide palms kneaded her breasts as if trying to grasp all of her swaying flesh without leaving any behind, and he rubbed her areolas until they tingled.
It was clear that if they weren’t kissing, he would have been sucking and sucking her nipples with that strong suction power instead of his tongue, without fail. She could assert that based on her experience five years ago.
She also remembered not being able to control her excited nipples and rubbing her white, frothy cock, which was stuck between her breasts, up and down. She had frantically urged him to cum on her face too, hugging his cock to her chest.
It was clearly a voluntary act. At first, she had started with the determination to abandon Hyun-woo, but at some point, all her somatic cells were completely focused on Yi-hwan.
Some memories occupy a part of her mind more vividly than the present. Like a tattoo that won’t fade, that can’t be erased even if she tries to.
Perhaps noticing her soaked state as she recalled the past, he let out a more savage breath.
At that moment, his hot tongue, which suddenly pushed into her mouth, swirled with a thick, lewd viscosity, thrusting and then suddenly tangling and rubbing.
The strong fingers of the man, rushing towards one place, broke through her panties and boldly parted the tangled pubic hair already wet with her fluids. Her hips automatically arched up, and she stood supported by her knees.
Yeon voluntarily took off the skirt she was wearing so that he could achieve what he wanted more easily, and also slipped off her thin panties, so thin that her skin showed through, with one foot. As if welcoming this lewd and savage guest who had found her opening, she spread her labia majora with both hands.
“Yeon-ah!”
Even at the sound coming from outside the front door, Yeon boldly spread her lower opening wide. As if recognizing the large cock of the man she had met after a long time, the area around her desirable opening was already wet and moist.
As she rubbed her labia majora, which had already thickened with excitement, with her hands, she kept swallowing her saliva. Anticipation accompanied by tension.
Did he know about this heart of hers, which was already a mess, intricately intertwined? Two thick fingers that had passed through her self-opened pussy stopped at the entrance of her opening, which was opening and closing.
The fortress with her pussy as the entrance was already soaked and flooded just by this lewd man’s fingers, so why had he stopped without going further?
Even while she wriggled her impatient hips, his still-entwined tongue was somewhat oppressive. A kiss where they competed to take each other’s things, acting forcefully. Nevertheless, the papillae of their tongues, intertwining like one body, their breaths, intertwining layer upon layer, were going wild, recognizing each other after a long time.
“Ungh, ungh.”
She pulled out her vulgarly rolling tongue and grabbed his wrist. It was Yeon who ended the kiss, which was like a war without swords or guns. No, rather than ending it...
“Why, why?”
“What?”
“Why... didn’t you put all your fingers in?”
She blurted out, her heart burning with impatience. Her urging was as vulgar and explicit as could be. It was always like this when they had sex; she would get impatient and her words would be cut short.
Yi-hwan’s eyes, having noticed her, curved lewdly. At that ecstatic, no, rather, lewdly smiling gaze, the opening she had offered him below quivered, spewing pleasure.
“Is that something a woman with a boyfriend standing outside the door should say?”
“...You knew I was coming, too.”
“What?”
“Forget it if you don’t want to.”
She pretended to pull away from him, shifting her hips back a little, but her waist was unhesitatingly drawn back in. He had only stepped back a foot, but he closed the gap of ten steps in an instant and grabbed her, wearing a face as if he had lost the whole world.
That desperate yearning reminded her of the past. It was strange. The time they had spent together was like grains of sand, but dozens of his images came to mind.
“Are you kidding? It’s not like I wouldn’t want to. It’s you.”
“...Just words.”
As she sniffled and her eyebrows slightly drooped, a smile finally formed around his eyes.
“If I do everything you want, can you handle it? I know you haven’t forgotten how your pussy cried and screamed that it couldn’t take any more. Smart Jung Yeon.”
She met his gaze straight on, barely swallowing her suppressed desire. It was the look that said he would do anything she wanted. An unconditional obsession to give her everything because it was her, without considering the consequences.
Why was she constantly getting something from this man that she had never felt in her two relationships that had only left her with scars? Why?
“Why do I have to be the only one who’s devoted and good? Why do I have to be the only one who understands everything? Why do I have to accept everything if I’m the only one who says I’m wrong? Why. Why is that the obvious thing?”
As she voiced her resentment, her eyes drooped sadly, and his lips touched and then left hers. She was just about to let out a sigh of relief at the softness.
The fingers that had been slowly savoring the mucous membrane of her vaginal wall finally pierced deep inside, starting to pry open her closed inner flesh. The finger, curved and angled within the membrane, suddenly invaded the closed depths.
“Hah! You, you said it. Ah! Not to act all devoted. To play with men. Huh, men are even worse bastards than that. Ahh!”
Actually, it was a plea for him to hold onto her. To tightly bind this scattered and complicated heart, just like he had done before. Back then, it had been sex close to impulse, but not now. There was a certain trust in him.
A belief that this man was the one who would warmly fill the gap in her bewildered, torn heart. Love, well, she was still hesitant to discuss that stage, but she was certain that he was someone who would embrace her heart.
No. This might also be a lie. Because men, like he was, were originally such a species. Yet, why had she come to find this man?
A series of thrills washed over the inside of her pussy in response to his stimulation, without her saying a word. Her nose tingled, and her eyes watered.
Even as his finger thrust straight up, making her chest ache, if he found her moaning peak, his knuckle would immediately bend towards that spot. It was focused and persistent. There wasn’t a single spot he touched casually.
“Ah! Angh!”
Her inner walls writhed, biting the thrusting finger, chewing it at an incredible speed. It was close to a spasm. Even as she moaned at their gazes locked together hotly enough to suffocate, she was momentarily lost in thought, and he touched his red nose, which was tightly holding back tears, to the tip of her nose.
“Haaah...”
She had no idea how to react to such a tender gaze. As she tore at his shoulder with eyes that couldn’t grasp the situation, Yeon finally cried out at the undulating motion of his fingertip flicking like a snake swimming in water.
“Ah! Hngh! Aahh! Ah!”
“I’m just as much of a bastard, but at least I only lick one master like a dog.”
The arms holding his shoulders fluttered like flags.
Stop, stop. She squeezed her inner muscles as hard as she could, as if to break the thrusting fingers due to the mounting urge to urinate, but far from being suppressed, the forcibly opened hole was already wandering somewhere in the climax.
“Aah! Ah! Angh! Ah, no!”
Tepid tears flowed at the endless waves of pleasure, not knowing where the final destination was.
Yi-hwan couldn’t possibly not know that these were clearly different kinds of tears from before. When he deeply poked and rubbed somewhere in her sticky, swollen inner flesh with his fingertip, a rush, and finally the fruits of her climax poured out.
Not only his hand but also his pants and the abdominal area of his shirt were completely wet. He rolled his eyes with an embarrassed expression, but he, on the contrary, looked at her glistening pussy with satisfaction, as if it were no big deal.
What was no big deal? In her short history of sex, this had never happened even once. How far would this man take her with newness and embarrassment? She blinked, and in her vision, his erect cock rose up and stuck to the button of his shirt.
She was so out of her mind that she belatedly realized he had unbuckled his belt. The glans, full of lewd will and jutting out as if piercing the air, was in full drooling mode.
This was no time to be so넋놓고.
“Um...”
“I’m contemplating.”
“Pardon?”
“Just thinking about that bastard’s cock having been in here makes me want to go kill him right now, but then I wouldn’t be able to be by your side.”
“...Of course. Assault, no, murder is not okay.”
She replied sincerely, as if he wasn’t joking. It was a line close to a professional habit. After all, it didn’t seem like this rogue of a man would spout such words carelessly.
“Anyway, damn it, I wouldn’t feel right until I peeled off that idiot’s cock skin.”
“You’d get arrested for that too.”
At her serious reply, he approached her with an expression of deep contemplation.
“Well, I can’t go to jail leaving someone like you behind.”
“You thought well.”
“How much would that fucking bastard have sucked your pretty breasts, even your nipples?”
“Pardon?”
What? Before she could ask again, he latched onto her swollen nipple and sucked it with all his might. Like a person desperate for milk that wouldn’t come out, he squeezed and chewed her nipple. Her other breast was already under his control.
“Ah, wait, just a moment.”
The suction pressure was so immense that the back of her neck tingled. While flicking her other nipple, his tongue was busily engaged in pendulum movements, focusing on the center of her tightly swollen nipple.
No, she couldn’t even manage to shake her head before clear fluid leaked again from her wide-open pussy. The water, trickling down like urine, fell onto his thigh. She plopped down on his thigh where the liquid had soaked in.
A second climax just from him sucking one breast? It was unbelievable.
“Aahh! Ah!”
She had completely forgotten about Myung-hyun outside the door.
Her pussy, enduring the waves of climax, repeatedly squeezed shut and opened slightly, anxiously awaiting the insertion of his cock. The wicked glans, not missing that opportunity, adhered to her throbbing vulva.
Just touching the tip, she felt a fear as if she would be sucked inside. A mass of desire that would add pleasure to her fear. As she faced that massive thing, her vision became hazy. Before she even had time to gather her scattered thoughts, he spat out the nipple he had been sucking and looked up at her with a disheveled face.
“Jung Yeon.”
Why was he calling her name so affectionately with that lewd face tormented by lust?
She felt dizzy and confused. It wasn’t just her head that was in turmoil. Her pussy, tearing wide to receive the glans that was starting to attempt entry, was the same.
It was a cock she was receiving after a long time, the size of his cock incomparable to Myung-hyun’s, and her hole was busily opening and closing, widening its entrance. It could be called a defense mechanism based on survival instinct.
“Ahngh, ungh.”
Yeon shook her hips, struggling to take in his cock. At the vivid pleasure of the thick thing forcing its way into her narrow space, Yeon’s eyelids fluttered.
The smooth curve of the glans, the tautness that felt as if she could feel every tendon wrapped around the shaft, rough and bumpy. Yeon unknowingly fondled the nipple he had sucked, stirring her excitement.
“Haaah, hah...”
“It’s hard if you squeeze like that, Jung Yeon. Huh? Yeon-ah.”
His furrowed brow was sexy. She didn’t want to say that it was because she hadn’t received something this big since five years ago, so she kept her mouth shut.
“Do you know what your face looks like? It’s the face of someone who’s getting a huge cock and loving it.”
He smiled, raising his lips, having somehow eerily sensed the inner workings of her body. At that sensual smile, Yeon responded by rotating her hips in a circle. She rhythmically shook the cock that was lodged tightly inside her, almost brutally so, then used her vaginal opening to rub down his shaft with a squelching sound.
“Ah... haah... just a little deeper...”
Even as she requested, she couldn’t wait for him to thrust upwards and greedily took him in all the way to the base.
Her body, eager to reach the peak of pleasure once more, instinctively began to pick up speed.
At her candid seductiveness, Yi-hwan’s glans stiffened even more. He almost came. Even when he masturbated, he didn’t come this easily, yet he felt helpless against her pelvic thrusts.
She arched her back, showcasing her curves as she swayed her hips, then raised and spread her knees, planting her feet on the sofa. Her entire crotch, wide open in an M-shape, was revealed before his eyes. A viscous fluid flowed down the thick shaft lodged firmly in the center of her delicate opening.
At the breathtaking sight, Yi-hwan inhaled sharply. Seeing her, wearing only one sock, pounding down to receive his cock made his chest seethe.
Even as her breasts swung wildly, she continued to thrust her hips, engrossed in the rhythmic grinding. The urgent grip on his shoulders told him she had already been struck by waves of pleasure. The prominent ridge of his glans grazed even the deepest parts her fingers couldn’t reach.
As he thrust wildly, wielding his cock like a weapon, she let out a breathless moan. Her vaginal opening, tightly squeezing and releasing water around his shaft, trembled with ecstasy. Even the tear clinging to her languidly unfocused eye was beautiful.
“Aah! Cha Yi, hwan, ungh.”
“Does my cock taste that good? Huh? Answer me.”
“Haaah... water keeps coming from my pussy... ah...”
With each thrust, the creamy white foam and thin excitement fluid mixed inside her and flowed down to her pubic hair.
Even her messily tangled, whitened pubic hair became a trigger. No, actually, the very fact that it was her, openly displaying her private parts in front of him... everything was a catalyst for excitement.
Sweat trickled elegantly down the curve of her waist as she turned her hips this way and that. With each dizzying movement, her red inner flesh surged against his shaft, wet with vaginal fluids that welled up and flowed. His already soaked fly, nothing about it wasn’t stimulating.
He wanted to leave his mark even on her breasts, which were busy swaying due to the violent thrusting recoil.
“Uungh, Senior’s cock, ahngh, tasty, ah, good. Pussy feels good, angh. Touch, touch my breasts. Aahh, ah!”
Her desirable pussy, which would ejaculate gushes of fluid even as he just persistently touched her nipples, was hers. Cha Yi-hwan’s.
Her expression as she enjoyed sex, shaking her hips, was ecstatic. The stream of fluid flowing down his shaft, as if she were urinating, soaked his balls. Occasionally, she would roll her clit with her own hand, releasing a cool, clear fluid.
The desire to receive it was like penance, but he had to endure it. Wasn’t she ecstatically reveling in his cock alone?
Even as he gently shook her erect clit between his fingers, she ate his cock so well that a considerable amount of clear fluid shot out, like a burst of excitement.
“Aahh!”
Even in her startled face as she lifted her hips in surprise, a deep pleasure was evident. Lifting her hips just enough for the tip of his glans to touch, she subtly watched the excitement fluid flowing down his thick cock, drop by drop.
Yi-hwan was about to kiss those eyes but resisted the urge with all his might, fearing he might come first.
After waiting for a moment, she deeply took his cock in again and lowered her hips. He even found the pubic hair, soaked and drooping down, cute. It was quite thick, how lewd. He was going crazy.
“Is it because it’s tasty? Next time, cum in my mouth. I’ll suck it. Huh?”
“Hnh... Cha Yi, hwan...”
Completely lost in his cock alone, she was so lovely that his chest naturally swelled with fervor.
He even felt like he was committing a sin. Was he even worthy of this unbelievably amazing act with her? That bastard outside had dared to covet her. Had touched this beautiful and lovely being. Dared to.
Was it originally this hard to live without sin? He pulled her pelvis closer and embraced it even more tightly, supporting her waist. She opened her eyes with a puzzled expression, as if not understanding. He kissed Yeon’s cheek and smiled.
“Don’t worry. I’ll make you shake again before your pussy dries out.”
He kissed her other cheek this time and smiled. Deciding to soothe her with this instead of a kiss.
“What’s that bastard’s name outside?”
“...Why suddenly...”
Her suspicious eyes were cute. He was sorry for breaking the mood in the middle of sex, but this was an important issue for him.
“...Myung-hyun. Shin Myung-hyun.”
“Say it only once. Why call him twice, damn it, no, why call him even twice?”
“...Why are you asking that?”
“Tell me my cock is better than that bastard’s. Then I’ll let you eat.”
He knew it was an absurd condition. But he had to hear it. Definitely from her own lips. Even if it was a slip of the tongue while intoxicated by sex.
Even as she hesitated for a moment, the edge of her vaginal opening surrounding his cock tightened so much it made his shaft throb. It was a will to continue what had been stopped, and an uncontrollable lust.
He knew she was as out of her mind as he was. When he instinctively stopped her from lifting her hips, her eyebrows drooped sadly. She had liked the top position last time too.
She liked to shake her pussy herself and devour him as if dominating him, and he would willingly comply with her suggestion.
Looking up at her, defenselessly exposed to the orgasm that accompanied their sex, he truly thought he was glad he was born. Had there ever been a time in his life he had been grateful to be alive? Now he saw that she was also creating a reason for his existence. He definitely had to live to see this beautiful thing.
“...Good.”
“Subject and object are all missing, do you think I can understand? I won’t back down this time.”
“Cha Yi-hwan’s... cock is better than Shin Myung-hyun’s.”
He knew she would inevitably have to say it herself. She was a woman who was honest about what she wanted and knew how to enjoy orgasm. Even as she was swept away by the uncontrollable tide of her senses, she would somehow find herself entrusting herself to that whirlwind.
Yi-hwan liked that about her. A woman honest about her feelings. If it hurt, she would say it hurt, if she was lonely, she would say she was lonely, she would always honestly ask him to hold her. At times like that, he felt like a very useful person.
He spread his arms wide, praising her, and embraced her waist securely. As if she had been waiting, she wrapped her arms around his neck, and only then did she begin to thrust her hips as much as she wanted.
Squelch, squelch. The cock, lodged even deeper, was once again fully prepared for release. Perhaps that was why her hip movements had become more persistent than before.
He grabbed her hips and shook them, adding momentum to their rising excitement. Violent thrusts continued one after another, shaking her small and petite body.
Her inner flesh, battered to a pulp by the intense friction, was also ready to meet its orgasm. No, actually, the start of her orgasm trajectory was from the moment of insertion.
“Aahh! Ah! Feels so good! Aahh!”
He knew without her saying it, but it thrilled the tip of his glans when she commendably voiced it herself.
“Ahngh! Glans, too, ah, all the way in! Ah!”
“Is your pussy crying because it feels so good, huh?”
“No, ah, don’t look at my pussy, touch, touch me.”
One hand still supporting her lower back, he lowered his other hand and touched the circumference of her vulva, where thin viscosity surrounded like vines, and didn’t forget to flick her clit.
Aah, ahh. Saliva dripped from her moist lips, which were trembling with aftershocks. An unfailingly pleased expression, her wide-open pussy now greedily sucked and squeezed his cock even faster, as if demanding his cum. It was also a signal of orgasm.
“Are you going to cum now, Yeon-ah? Give me your cum?”
With the center of her pussy pierced by his cock, she tightly wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close.
“Yeah, now, now, cum, aahng, hurry, aahh!”
He paused for a beat for his release, then pulled his balls up to his perineum and rubbed them. It was a forceful insertion. Her body twitched as if it went too deep. Even so, she hugged him tightly with a loving gesture for her climax.
Semen began to pour out in an instant. As his cock temporarily hardened even more due to the throbbing of his orgasm, she let out a sharp cry and reveled in her own orgasm, perhaps because it had touched her sensitive spot. Her pussy eagerly bit and chewed his cock as frantically as her heart was beating.
Even after the release, the two remained pressed together for a long time. He waited for their panting breaths to subside and then laid her down on the sofa. As the cock, which had been panting out semen, left her opening, her pussy finally breathed a sigh of relief. Semen pooled from the innermost part, which was reddened like ripe fruit juice.
What to do? They would probably become entangled again before she could even catch her breath properly.
For her deep satisfaction, Yi-hwan rubbed the glans, which still held the heat of friction, with his hand, making sure his equipment was firmly erect.
After her tiring thrusting, it was his turn to move his hips for her.
What was there to be so nervous about all of a sudden? She swallowed hard, waiting for the second insertion.
Her tender pussy, waiting to receive the hard thing once more, was already open enough to show its red inner membrane without her even trying to spread it. Still, worried it might be difficult to insert, her hands groped down her mons pubis and spread her opening.
Their eyes met. How could she have such a sensual body and such tender eyes? He found her breathtakingly beautiful.
“Why?”
At his questioning gesture, she mumbled, her nose reddened as if sulking.
“Cock, quickly...”
Such a vixen. There was no more hesitation needed.
May only Cha Yi-hwan fill her mind. He sincerely wished as he thrust his cock in.
He had only ever had Jung Yeon from the beginning.
“I don’t like soggy cereal.”
Her words became a little shorter. Yi-hwan’s lips twitched at the pleasant change. Ha, damn it, he was going crazy. It was entirely Yi-hwan’s idea that they showered together. Yeon was exhausted, so he didn’t touch her again in the bathroom, but he decided to find significance in the fact that they had at least showered together.
He had poured the cereal while waiting for her to apply lotion, and she was scolding him for adding the milk too early.
He picked up his spoon and sat facing her.
“What, how about I do it again?”
“I’ll just eat it.”
She picked up her spoon and stirred the milk, then turned on her phone. He abandoned the cereal and whatever else, focusing all his attention on watching her.
Boyfriend? Fuck. He hadn’t even had her love exclusively, yet those damn bastards took turns having her. That herbal medicine-smelling doctor and that wretched bastard who met women like it was a meal and still spouted nonsense about being just friends.
As soon as he heard she had a boyfriend, he recognized that damn guy. Jung Yeon clearly had no taste in men. Even when she dated, she always picked the most pathetic-looking guys. Looking at his face, she should have been captivated by him, yet she always seemed to give him hope but never her heart.
“Mix some of my cereal in too.”
He snatched Yeon’s phone and placed it down on the table as if throwing it. Even as she watched her phone fly like luggage, she just kept chewing her black chocolate balls.
The pupils aimed at him were so clear, it was hard to believe she was the same woman he had just had sex with. He felt like he was the only bad thief.
“Even while you’re with me, you have to look for traces of that bastard?”
“…….”
She still chewed her chocolate balls, silent. His heart pounded with anxiety.
She had thrown herself at him from the start, as if telling him to just play with her, but now he was terrified that she would tell him to get lost now that he had had his fun. The great Cha Yi-hwan was being utterly pathetic.
“You clearly meant it when you said my cock tasted better than your boyfriend’s.”
She had clung to him throughout their sex, lonelier than anyone. Even though he didn’t know much about relationships, he was confident he knew what her gestures meant better than anyone. Even when she had seen another guy twice, his compass had only ever pointed to her, so he couldn’t not know.
Neither affirming nor denying, she just stared at her soggy cereal. He was even more anxious because he couldn’t tell what she was thinking. He couldn’t guarantee that he was among the countless thoughts running through her head.
He looked at her still-damp hair and suddenly his gaze went to the refrigerator visible beyond her hair. At the end of a magnet stuck to the refrigerator, he saw a woman smiling brightly with a man who was smiling foolishly.
A photo they had taken together. It was Jung Yeon, who had been moaning and showing him everything just moments ago, and that man. He jumped up from his seat and lifted Yeon’s chin, whose mouth was now empty. Their eyes met. A stubborn face, an unreadable expression. He desperately wanted to tear up that photo and burn it. No, before that.
“Just because I said you could play with me doesn’t mean you actually play with me.”
He kissed her to quell his anxiety. A savage and rough kiss, a possessive kiss like him, but she only quietly intertwined her tongue with his. She must have already instinctively known that she couldn’t handle the fierce, pure love of this man that was surging like a tornado.
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