43. Being Loved

“How can I make you feel better?”

Danjung, her eyes full of curiosity, raised herself up and asked, looking at the place where Minhyuk’s manhood was located.

She had touched it once, but never seen it, so Danjung was very curious about what a man’s looked like.

But at the same time, her face was strangely innocent, a mixture of fear of the unknown and a sense of challenge towards something new.

“......Y-You’re going to do it for me, what?”

Minhyuk was flustered by Danjung’s childlike face as she openly gazed at his manhood.

Could it be that she was saying she would do what he was thinking?

“What a woman does for a man.”

“T-That’s......”

Minhyuk, realizing his guess was correct, hesitated for a moment in embarrassment.

Then, Danjung, as if having made up her mind, pursed her lips and reached out, slowly lowering his zipper.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

Minhyuk, looking down at such a Danjung, felt grateful but also pathetic at the same time.

To be struggling because of some dirty drugs.

“No, I want to too. Something naughty.”

Danjung, with a very seductive look in her eyes, pulled down Minhyuk’s pants and kicked them off his feet.

“Haa, haa.”

Minhyuk’s breathing gradually grew rougher with each small movement of Danjung’s hand.

Feeling a strange pleasure at Minhyuk’s trembling reaction to her subtle touch, Danjung began to act boldly, surprising Minhyuk.

Eventually, Minhyuk could no longer endure Danjung’s gentle touch and reached his climax.

It was a pleasure on a completely different level from what he had experienced alone.

Seeing Minhyuk’s face contorted by the new sensation, Danjung raised the corners of her lips.

***

The next morning, Minhyuk regained his lost reason and slowly opened his eyes.

The effects of the stimulant seemed to have completely worn off, his mind was much clearer, and his body felt light.

However, unfortunately, Minhyuk vividly and clearly remembered everything he had done last night.

Danjung coming to him in his distress, and himself, like a beast driven by instinct, unleashing his lust.

Fortunately, he had regained his senses at her tears and held onto his fading reason, but he only felt sorry for not cherishing Danjung more.

‘To have made her go through such an experience......’

Minhyuk felt self-loathing, even though it was due to the effects of the drug.

“Hoo~.”

Minhyuk sighed and turned his head to the side, seeing Danjung lying sound asleep in his arms.

Thinking about how hard she had worked for him all night, Minhyuk felt even more grateful to Danjung.

In fact, last night, Minhyuk had troubled Danjung because his manhood wouldn’t go down.

But as time went on, Danjung became increasingly skilled and bold in comforting him.

Thanks to her, the raging desire could no longer exert its power, and his lustful instincts gradually subsided.

What would have become of him if it hadn’t been for her?

Minhyuk quietly looked at Danjung beside him and then kissed her forehead affectionately.

At his kiss, Danjung, startled, snuggled into Minhyuk’s skin and hugged him.

‘Is this what the feeling of love is like?’

Minhyuk felt as if he had experienced a practical lesson rather than just the theories he had searched online.

Something hot welled up from the depths of his heart, making his eyes sting with tears.

It was something he had never experienced before.

And Minhyuk was certain that this was the feeling people called love.

Of course, the headache that still plagued him returned, but Minhyuk no longer reached for the medicine.

The pain relievers were readily available in the nightstand drawer just a short reach away, but Minhyuk wanted to overcome his headache and his illness with his own strength.

“Hmm~ Are you feeling a little better now?”

Danjung, who had opened her eyes in Minhyuk’s arms, gently kissed his chest and looked up at him.

“Thanks to you.”

Minhyuk, filled with gratitude and love, softly kissed Danjung’s lips.

And at that moment, Danjung could feel that she was loved by him.

***

Hyemi, who woke up in Siwoo’s bed, was in a considerably bad mood.

Why did she keep coming to this man’s house!

Hyemi felt pathetic about herself for being swayed by Siwoo and for having sex with him as if to vent her anger.

It was just as she was picking up her clothes scattered on the floor and trying to leave Siwoo’s house.

Siwoo, who had been lying on the bed, propped himself up on his elbow and looked at Hyemi.

“Isn’t it time you told me now?”

“What?”

“The illness Minhyuk hyung has.”

Hyemi stopped in her tracks at Siwoo’s question.

He had known all along that Hyemi knew about Minhyuk’s illness.

The old Hyemi wouldn’t have said anything, but the current Hyemi was different.

Last night, she had been desperate to get revenge on him.

Even while having sex with him, she kept repeating that she would get her revenge.

“If I tell you?”

“Well, I could probably get him removed from his position as president.”

“Hmph! How could you?”

“Did you forget? That I’m the vice president’s stepson.”

“What power does a stepson who barely works at the front desk have to remove the president?”

Hyemi scoffed in disbelief.

To her, Siwoo was still just a laughable existence.

Then, Siwoo got out of bed and slowly approached Hyemi.

“If you marry me, I won’t just be a stepson.”

“Ha! You’ve completely lost it. Why would I marry you?”

Hyemi, no longer wanting to deal with Siwoo, tried to avoid him as he approached and headed for the front door.

Siwoo grabbed Hyemi’s arm and used his other hand to hold up his phone, playing back what he had recorded.

[What is this?]

[An aphrodisiac. A drug that makes you want to have sex within ten minutes of taking it.]

[Ha! Why are you giving this to me......]

[Well, it’s not like you have anything to lose.]

[How do you use it?]

[Just sprinkle a small amount in food or drinks. It’s potent, so you don’t need to use it all.]

“With this, it seems like it could become a sex scandal that rocks the Republic of Korea. The daughter of a conglomerate in possession of an aphrodisiac... interesting.”

“Did you approach me for this reason?”

Hyemi’s face contorted hideously.

Minhyuk had already secured her video, and now Siwoo was also trying to make things difficult for her.

Besides, how could such an insignificant guy dream of marrying her?

“Oh, ever since the moment four years ago when you kissed me, noona.”

Siwoo stood in front of Hyemi and casually looked down at her.

And Siwoo, no longer wanting to be played by Hyemi, forcefully stole a kiss from her lips.

Minhyuk, with a mountain of things to resolve including Hyemi’s situation, roused his tired body.

Danjung also had to get up because of her scheduled wedding preparations and a meeting with Manager Na, but she hadn’t slept all night and her body felt heavy.

“I want to sleep more.”

As Danjung stirred and repeatedly got up and lay down in bed, Minhyuk, who had finished showering and neatly changed his clothes, approached Danjung.

Seeing Minhyuk dressed impeccably in a suit, Danjung wondered, was this the same man from last night?

The man who had pleaded with her was nowhere to be seen, and in his place was a cynical figure without the slightest hint of vulnerability.

“Lie down a little longer. I’ll order room service, so have breakfast.”

“Yes.”

Minhyuk spoke softly in a gentle voice that contrasted with his seemingly cold demeanor, and looked at Danjung with affectionate eyes.

Thump, thump. Danjung’s heart pounded fiercely just from looking at his face.

Moreover, when she recalled the expression he had made while releasing his sexual desire, her whole body seemed to flush.

But Danjung, not wanting to reveal her feelings, acted as if nothing was wrong.

“Don’t forget, we have to go to the salon by 12 for the wedding photos.”

Instead of answering, Minhyuk left a light kiss on Danjung’s flushed face.

It was a kiss of gratitude for taking care of him last night.

“Have you secured the video?”

As soon as Minhyuk arrived at work, he received a report from Secretary Oh, whom he had asked to handle the aftermath.

“Yes, here it is.”

“The security guards?”

“They’ve been thoroughly silenced.”

“Understood. From today onwards, the egg tart shop matter will be handled by the secretary’s office. Secretary Oh, please report any important matters separately.”

“Yes, I understand. President.”

“You may go.”

As Secretary Oh left, Minhyuk quietly looked down at the CCTV footage of Hyemi.

He thought of Hyemi, who had followed him for a long time.

Like any daughter of a conglomerate, she was a bit arrogant and self-willed, but it wasn’t to this extent.

Minhyuk wouldn’t have cared much if Hyemi had just been an ex-girlfriend, but the fact that she was his younger sister’s best friend bothered him.

Moreover, he doubted whether it was right to pretend not to know this time either.

If he hadn’t ignored Hyemi’s situation back then, she wouldn’t have become so broken.

Having learned the emotion of love through Danjung, Minhyuk felt inexplicably sorry for being indifferent to Hyemi, who had loved him.

So he warned Hyemi that he wouldn’t tolerate it anymore and called her to give her one last chance.

Of course, he thought this would be the last time they met privately.

“Hello, it’s me. Let’s meet briefly tonight.”

-I have nothing to say to you, sunbae.

Hyemi, stressed by Siwoo’s actions, bit her fingernails and answered Minhyuk’s call.

“Even if you don’t, I do.”

-Go ahead and report me. But it won’t just be me who gets in trouble. It might be nice to fall into the abyss together.

“Are you really going to make me angry? Is this all you are?”

Minhyuk raised his voice as if scolding his younger sibling’s wrongdoing.

“......Y-You can’t get angry.”

Hyemi was momentarily surprised that Minhyuk had expressed his emotions like an ordinary person.

The person who never changed when he was with her... why did he act like a normal man when he was with that woman?

“Come to Classique at 7. This is your last chance. I won’t let it slide anymore.”

Minhyuk accurately recognized when he was angry.

And unlike before, he raised his voice and expressed his anger.

It was still just imitation, but he was slowly beginning to awaken to the concept of emotions.