42. I’ll Do It Instead

“Haa... Min, Minhyuk-ssi, just a moment.”

At Minhyuk’s soft and tender kiss, Danjung let out a breathless sigh and gently pushed his chest.

It was because she was too embarrassed to have her naked body so clearly visible in the still-bright light.

“The light is too bright.”

“......”

But Minhyuk approached her lips again without any reply.

It was because he wanted to see her a little more just as she was now.

“Minhyuk-ssi!”

Danjung, pretending not to hear, blocked Minhyuk’s approaching lips with both hands.

Then, Minhyuk wore an helpless expression and let out a soft sigh.

He wanted to hold her quickly, but he was annoyed by her constant resistance.

However, Minhyuk, not wanting to make Danjung cry again, suppressed his annoyance.

Cold sweat dripped from his face due to the burning desire, but Minhyuk steeled himself, thinking he could endure this pain for Danjung’s sake.

“If you call me ‘oppa’.”

As Minhyuk removed Danjung’s hands and looked directly at her, Danjung’s heart began to pound again at Minhyuk’s handsome face so close to her.

“I-If I call you, what then?”

“I’ll turn off the light.”

“Why are you suddenly speaking informally?”

Danjung felt Minhyuk become even more sexy when he spoke casually to her.

But Danjung, not wanting to be led by Minhyuk’s pace, picked a fight with him over something trivial.

It was because she was anxious that she might have to spend the night in Minhyuk’s way if she didn’t.

“Didn’t I tell you to call me ‘Danjung-ah’?”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“‘Danjung-ah, if you call me oppa, I’ll turn off the light’ - doesn’t that sound weird?”

“It doesn’t sound weird at all.”

“It’s weird.”

“I-It’s not weird.”

“Ha! Danjung is stubborn about unnecessary things.”

Acknowledging that he couldn’t win against Danjung anymore, Minhyuk lowered the brightness of the lamp next to the bed.

“Are you satisfied now?”

“Yes, well. It’s okay.”

It wasn’t completely dark, but Danjung decided to allow the level of brightness that could hide her flushed face.

It was also because she herself couldn’t deny wanting to admire Minhyuk’s firm chest and handsome face.

“Then let’s start again.”

Minhyuk lowered the light but still spoke casually to her.

It was because Danjung had annoyed him several times today, so he no longer intended to be considerate.

‘Ah... what do I do?’

Danjung’s lips began to feel parched with nervousness.

It was because Minhyuk, right in front of her, had taken off his half-unbuttoned dress shirt.

Minhyuk’s broad shoulders and his firm, glistening chest spread before Danjung’s eyes slowly heated her body.

Then, Minhyuk smiled slightly as if he liked Danjung’s lustful gaze at him.

Of course, this was by no means an artificial smile.

It was because his instincts, unleashed by the stimulant, were accompanied by the emotions he had hidden deep within his heart.

Satisfied with Danjung’s gaze, he looked at Danjung lying beneath him and admired her body.

Her milky white skin, slender waist, and long, straight legs were so lovely he wanted to devour her.

But Minhyuk, unable to entrust Danjung to his twisted desires, gently stroked her skin as much as possible.

“Haa, haa.”

A strange moan escaped from between Danjung’s lips at Minhyuk’s touch.

Unlike the fear and terror she had felt a moment ago, she could feel a thrilling sensation making her feel wanton.

Then, Minhyuk kissed her, savoring her moans, and treated her with great care.

“Haaht.”

Unable to control herself, Danjung pulled away from Minhyuk’s lips and turned her head to the side.

It was her way of trying to restrain her body, which was shuddering at Minhyuk’s touch.

But this was a big misunderstanding on Danjung’s part.

It was because Minhyuk’s lips, having lost their way, headed downwards without hesitation.

Soon after Minhyuk’s lips touched Danjung’s, he licked and tasted what was before him.

Then, Danjung’s body became increasingly sensual, falling into the pleasure Minhyuk was giving her.

Without even realizing how suggestive her sounds were, she pointed her toes downwards and slowly arched her back.

Watching Danjung moan with physical desire, Minhyuk was once again dominated by the instincts he had barely been holding back.

He desperately wanted to touch Danjung’s secret place.

No, to be more honest, he wanted to have her right now.

But remembering that he had made Danjung cry, he suppressed his instincts as much as possible and carefully asked for her permission.

“Can I touch you?”

Minhyuk, who had been exploring Danjung’s skin, lifted his head and looked at her with intense eyes.

Danjung felt like she would die of embarrassment, but she nodded because she also wanted to know what it felt like.

Soon after, Minhyuk’s hand, having received Danjung’s permission, moved further down and invaded her.

Then, Danjung reached a point where she could no longer bear it.

She had fallen into a state of ecstasy due to the intensely sensual act she was experiencing for the first time.

As Danjung writhed under Minhyuk’s touch, she bit her lower lip tightly and tensed her whole body.

At her movements, which seemed to indicate she was reaching her climax, Minhyuk’s wild instincts began to stir.

“I want to.”

Unable to endure any longer, Minhyuk looked at Danjung with pleading eyes.

His gaze begged her to allow him, just as she had been doing.

If she didn’t give him permission, Minhyuk felt like he would go crazy.

“......”

Danjung’s face flushed, and she gently nodded, agreeing to Minhyuk’s unspoken request.

Then, Minhyuk lunged towards her as if he would no longer hold back.

But at that moment, the marriage contract he had written with Danjung suddenly flashed through Minhyuk’s mind.

<No marital relations for the first hundred days after marriage>

Minhyuk, blinded by instinct, furrowed his brow as he remembered something he had temporarily forgotten.

“Damn it.”

Minhyuk’s body was burning with desire to the point where he could no longer endure it, but he felt he couldn’t break his contract with Danjung.

It was because he wanted to never get divorced and wanted to perfectly preserve that in writing.

Furthermore, if he broke it now, there was no guarantee that he wouldn’t break the divorce agreement later.

“......Why?”

Danjung asked Minhyuk, who had paused, for the reason.

“The marriage contract.”

“Just... do it.”

Danjung resented herself for making such a suggestion.

If she had known he loved her this much, she wouldn’t have said such a thing.

What was so important about a hundred days anyway?

She wished she could just pretend those childish words had never been said.

“No, I can’t.”

Minhyuk couldn’t nullify the contract just because he couldn’t have sex.

Even if it was unbearably difficult, he had to fulfill and strictly abide by the marriage contract.

“Hmm, hmm.”

Minhyuk moved away from Danjung and took deep breaths, trying hard to cool his intensely heated body.

Danjung, looking at the struggling Minhyuk with pity, suddenly remembered a scene she had seen in a racy movie.

“I’ll do it for you instead.”

What a woman does for a man. She felt that would be enough to alleviate Minhyuk’s pain.

Ding-dong, ding-dong. Siwoo checked the intercom at the late-night doorbell.

An unexpected guest stood on the screen.

“......”

As Siwoo opened the front door without a word, Hyemi, her face flushed red, stormed into the house.

“This is all your fault!”

Hyemi, standing in front of Siwoo, slapped his cheek without the slightest hesitation.

If he hadn’t given her those drugs, she wouldn’t have suffered such humiliation.

[Please clean this up. Please clean this up. Please clean this up.]

Having been kicked out by Minhyuk, Hyemi couldn’t get his last words out of her head as she drove.

Minhyuk had never treated her like that even once.

Four years ago, when she unilaterally broke up with him, he was the one who repeatedly apologized, saying it was his fault.

But now, he was threatening her and treating her like a cheap woman.

Moreover, she had become someone who could no longer even remain Minhyuk’s younger sister’s friend.

Her business relationship with him was also in a precarious situation, and she didn’t know when it would end.

“Ha!”

Siwoo’s cheek, slapped by Hyemi, turned red, leaving the imprint of her palm.

As Siwoo rubbed his stinging cheek and looked at Hyemi, she raised her hand again in a flash.

“I won’t let it go a second time!”

Siwoo grabbed Hyemi’s raised hand tightly, preventing her from moving it.

He had no intention of putting up with Hyemi’s condescending attitude any longer.

“This is all your fault! If you hadn’t shown up in front of me, I would have been the one marrying him!”

Unable to contain her anger, Hyemi pounded his chest with her other hand, which wasn’t being held.

“Liar! You can’t even last if you’re not loved!”

Siwoo tightly grabbed Hyemi’s other hand as well, making it impossible for her to move.

Then, he stole a kiss from her lips.

He no longer intended to accept Hyemi’s venting of anger.

Instead, he intended to give her something else she wanted.

Sex to soothe her emptiness, the kind she sought him out for whenever Minhyuk didn’t love her.