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The light on the silent phone screen flashed. Yi-seo’s gaze stopped for a moment as she confirmed the name on the screen. It was Tae-jo. However, the phone, which was flashing brightly, went to voicemail and the call ended.
“Everything will be okay.”
The words he had said to her at the end of their meal with Jin-han a few days ago, like a spell, lingered in her mind.
On that day, during their first meal together, when she unexpectedly burst into tears, he never asked a single question. He simply stayed faithfully by Yi-seo’s side until the very moment he left, as if to embrace even her wounds. Because of that, the problem of ‘ending things,’ which she had been agonizing over for days, finally started to make sense.
To hold Ryu Jin-han’s hand.
To walk down the path that everyone would bless.
That was the right thing to do.
Even if she became confused and lost in the emotions that welled up at times, she knew that everything would be okay.
Now that she had made her decision, it was an irreversible matter. Their families’ meeting would be held soon, and their engagement would be publicized through the media, announcing their engagement.
She had to end things cleanly before that.
In order to be happily ever after, as Yi-heon had wished.
Yi-seo shook her head to clear her mind and stood up. To get her head straight, she felt she needed another cup of cool coffee. As she picked up her tumbler and walked toward the coffee machine, In-young, who was sitting at her desk, peeked her head up, then secretly got up and followed Yi-seo.
“Working late tonight?”
In-young, who had approached her side, looked down at Yi-seo’s tumbler with a questioning expression. Yi-seo shook her head.
“No.”
“Then why are you drinking so much coffee? This is your fifth cup… you’re going to die. Your heart will just give up all of a sudden.”
In-young winced and staggered, pressing her hand against her chest. At her performance, which made her look like she was about to collapse, a brief smile appeared on Yi-seo’s face, but it was only for a moment.
“Take it easy. You’re too focused on fighting alone right now.”
Was I? At In-young’s words, who whispered encouragement in her ear and then disappeared, Yi-seo patted her cheeks. As she returned to her desk and concentrated on her work, thankfully, she was able to stop thinking about anything else. However, whenever there was a small gap while moving on to other tasks, Ryu Tae-jo would inevitably break into her memories.
Time flew by quickly as she would occasionally get lost in thought, then pull herself together and refocus. Her eyes, which had been fixed on the monitor, started to feel dry, then ached with a sharp pain. How long has it been? When she looked up, the other museum staff were already preparing to leave. In the bustling space, people began to leave one by one, saying their goodbyes.
The silence of the curatorial office, where she was left alone, felt familiar.
“Maybe just a little longer.”
She decided to review the winter exhibition’s plan one more time. The moment she pulled on the hair tie she had on her wrist, the end of her sleeve unexpectedly came undone. A button had fallen off.
It was her favorite shirt. It was a piece of clothing she often reached for, except when she had to dress formally. When she first bought it, the stiff material was uncomfortable, so it had taken a long time to break in.
Yi-seo bent down under the desk. The button that had rolled onto the floor should be here somewhere, but no matter how much she searched, she couldn’t find it. She swept her hands across the floor, then suddenly wondered what she was doing and stood back up.
I can just go home and sew on a spare button. As she dusted off her hands and sat down, her phone on her desk flashed again.
She had a premonition that she knew who it was without even checking. At the end of her clear intuition, the three letters of the name she had been ignoring until now came into view.
Ryu Tae-jo.
The long, silent ringing ended with a flashing light. After a long, drawn-out silence, she let out a sigh. She had been avoiding his calls for days; it wasn’t like she would have anything to say to him if she answered now. No, there were definitely things she needed to say. But she still didn’t have the courage to hear his voice.
She kept putting it off, and so many days had passed. It had been last week since she had dinner with Ryu Jin-han, and it had been about two weeks since she met Tae-jo.
Tae-jo must have been very busy during that time as well. She recalled that when they last talked on the phone, he had said he was swamped preparing for a duty-free shop bid.
“Well…”
Everyone had things they had to do. Yi-seo’s task was to review the remaining work. As she clutched the mouse with one hand and placed the other on the keyboard, her flapping sleeve finally started to bother her.
And when her eyes caught sight of the sturdy gold bracelet that appeared from her sleeve, her heart felt a sharp, hot pang. Yi-seo unconsciously reached for the bracelet with her fingers.
The meaning of the bracelet with the screw pattern had long been erased from her memory, but the sensation of her fingertips tracing it was as vivid as the times when she would lie in the darkness before falling asleep and ponder while toying with it.
But now, this has to stop too.
The shackle-like bracelet could only be taken off with a screwdriver. She would have to go to the store to get it taken off soon. Then she would probably feel a sense of relief.
“Let’s just work.”
She felt that if she could just get through this moment, she would have overcome a hurdle, so she rolled up her sleeves and tied her hair back tightly. As Yi-seo refocused on her work, the confusion on her face disappeared.
It was a day that she thought had gone quite smoothly. If she had gone home with her exhausted body, collapsed on her bed, and fallen asleep, that day would have remained an ordinary day for Yi-seo.
As Yi-seo was leaving the art center, long after work hours, a familiar sight caught her eye. A familiar car and a familiar man were standing side by side next to her car.
She had worked so hard that all the energy had been drained from her body, so at first, she thought she was seeing things. It had been nearly two weeks since they had met here and exchanged bracelets, so she wondered if she was mistaken. As she walked slowly, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand, he, who had been standing with one hand in his pocket, strode toward her.
Tae-jo, with an expression that was clearly displeased, had hair that had grown quite a bit since she last saw him. Preparing for the duty-free shop bid might not have been easy, but it seemed to have been even more difficult than she thought, as exhaustion was etched on his haggard face. Did he lose some weight? Just as she was thinking that his smooth jawline looked sharper, he came up to her with an angry face.
“Why aren’t you answering your phone?”
His voice, filled with irritation, was as sharp as his gaze.
He really came.
She had wished it wasn’t today, and disappointment was followed by pity. Thinking there was no way around it, Yi-seo opened her mouth casually.
“I don’t usually answer while I’m working.”
“Exactly. Are you the only one who works here?”
Even as he picked a fight with her for no reason, his eyes quickly scanned Yi-seo. She had her hair tied back tightly as if she really was the only one who worked there, and her clothes—a khaki pleated skirt that fell below her knees with a shirt—made her look tired.
Yi-seo’s dry eyes met his without a word. Tae-jo was suddenly filled with annoyance at her gaze, which, despite it being a long time since they had last seen each other, was so calm and showed no sign of happiness.
“Give me your phone.”
“Why do you need my phone?”
“Just give it to me.”
Instead of Yi-seo willingly handing it over, he snatched the phone from her hand, changed the setting from silent mode, and turned the volume all the way up. Only after confirming the ringtone that echoed loudly in the quiet parking lot did he give the phone back to Yi-seo.
“Go ahead and ignore it again if you want the art center to be turned upside down.”
He ground out his warning and opened the passenger door.
“Get in.”
“I’ll take my car today. My parents will think it’s strange if my car isn’t in the garage.”
Yi-seo, who would have gotten in the car without a word on any other day, refused his offer with a plausible excuse. His dark gaze fell on Yi-seo, who stood there without getting in.
“This place… it’s not just me who comes here, is it?”
His presumptuous gaze flashed sharply, then immediately turned cold. He was swept up in a subtle emotion he couldn’t identify, and with a troubled look, he added carelessly.
“I’m not going to take up a lot of your time. I have to go back to the company too.”
However, the silent Yi-seo was not so easy today. Tae-jo’s brows furrowed in annoyance.
“Get in. I’m not running away.”
At his contradictory behavior, as if to say, don’t waste your energy on something meaningless, Yi-seo reluctantly squeezed herself into the car. He closed the door and got into the driver’s seat in a few steps.
The sound of the seatbelt buckle clicking filled the car without a word.
I was going to meet him anyway. She had planned to meet him and put an end to it. In the car that started off roughly, she decided she would make today that day.
They drove for over an hour before arriving at a nighttime beach filled only with the sound of waves crashing. It was a place with nothing but pitch-black darkness and white crashing waves. A pitch-black world stretched endlessly beyond the horizon, where the darkness and the sea could not be distinguished.
“Why are we here?”
“You like the sea. You always stare at the one in front of you, lost in thought.”
She recalled ‘Paradise’ by António Castelo Saramago, which was on display at the art center. A piece that captured the end of the world by painting 1500 tiles with golden pigment. Her heart felt heavy, realizing that the work, which had remained in his memory, was a longing for a brilliant moment in her life that Yi-seo desired the most.
“Should I buy it for you?”
At the voice that suddenly drifted to her, Yi-seo looked up. Even though he knew that works acquired by the museum could not be bought and sold, he looked like a man who would somehow take the piece and put it in her hands if she wanted it.
“You can’t have everything you want.”
“I have everything, and I always will. And I can do that for you, I can.”
As if it were nothing, he calmly checked his watch.
“I wanted to watch the sunrise with you, but I don’t have time for that.”
As if to say, so be content with this, Tae-jo got out of the car in a bit of a hurry.
“Get out. There are a lot of things I want to do with you.”
The sea breeze was colder than she had expected.
Perhaps because it was the season transitioning into autumn, the desolate beach with no one around felt lonely. On the endless sandy beach, under a single moon and countless stars in the pitch-black sky, it was just her and Tae-jo.
Just us two.
It was a place where no one knew that he and Yi-seo were together. While she felt a sense of security, the place, where only the wind passed by, felt hollow. She followed him, slowly stepping onto the sandy beach.
She wasn’t so foolish as to not know why he had gone all the way to the art center so late at night and then all the way to the sea. This was all the time he could spare from his busy schedule, and he wanted to be with her for a little while, even if it meant sacrificing his sleep.
Even as her heart was being gnawed at, a small laugh escaped her at his simple reason, and her nose tingled, knowing that this moment would soon become meaningless.
To like someone.
To be able to fully feel the all-day-long tickling from the top of her head to the tips of her toes was a blessing.
We will never be able to be discovered, so please let me be forgiven for ignoring this moment for a little while.
She covered the storm raging in her calm heart with her palm.
Perhaps he knew, too.
That today would be the last day. Maybe that’s why he brought her to a place where no memories would be left. Their families were closely connected, so he must have heard about the engagement. Yet, looking at his broad, reliable back, she felt like she just wanted to let today pass quietly.
She had to tell him the words she had prepared before it was too late, but the time she felt was passing differently than the actual time.
“A star is falling.”
She looked up at his quiet voice, and stars poured down from the pitch-black sky. Yi-seo swallowed her words for a moment and took in the night sky.
It was a beautiful night.
Beautiful enough to want to hide the things that needed to be said soon and cherish this moment. It was a beautiful scenery that instantly erased all her confusing thoughts.
“Make a wish.”
“A wish for what?”
“Whatever you want.”
“Then will it come true?”
At her meaningless question, Tae-jo lowered his gaze. He looked at her clear eyes, which were slightly trembling and hoping, and said nonchalantly.
“If the stars can’t make it happen, I will. What’s so hard about that?”
In the blowing wind, his hair was ruffled.
Yi-seo’s heart was stirred by his gaze that crossed over to her like the wind.
And so, for a moment, she wanted to stop everything and cherish the time.
While she was hesitating, another meteor shower fell, drawing an arc across the sky.
When you think about it, we’re nothing.
Why is it so hard for me to say those simple words?
Was it a mistake to throw myself at you?
Even if it was, there’s nothing that can be changed now.
“There are a lot of things I want to do with you.”
She stared blankly at the flickering stars and closed her eyes.
I want to be able to end this here, where no one is, where no one can hear, and where no one will remember.
When she slowly opened her eyes, a deep blue tie, fixed in the middle of his large embrace, filled her vision. On the end of the gold tie pin, Tae-jo’s initials were engraved. Seeing that, which he used to mark everything as his own, she thought of what she had seen at the concert.
This is the kind of guy he was.
Ryu Tae-jo was a guy with a clear concept of ownership. He didn’t share anything with others, but he made his possessions very clear. If she still had no certainty in her relationship with Tae-jo, who had such a clear concept, then maybe all her feelings that had settled to the bottom were meaningless.
Tae-jo stood with his back to the cold sea breeze, looking down at Yi-seo.
His gaze welled up in the darkness. At the end of the gaze that connected line to line, the feelings she had barely managed to kill rose silently and rustled.
She was frozen still from the strange sensation. He was still meeting her eyes as he reached his hand past her neck. She felt his warm touch skim her skin, then she suddenly felt the back of her head loosen. At the same time, her tied-up hair billowed in the air and came undone.
The floral scent of her shampoo mixed with the salty smell of the sea and swept in. The strands of hair tickling her cheeks flew around chaotically. Tae-jo’s hand went through it again. Brushing her tangled hair with his large hand, he lowered his face closer. Yi-seo’s neat forehead and delicate features were revealed under the moonlight.
“This is prettier.”
His distinct eyes curved as if he finally liked what he saw. She was defenseless and swayed by his further intrusion. He poked Yi-seo’s wavering eyes, and poked her crumbling heart. She couldn’t tell what kind of expression she was making and barely managed to hold back the pain that felt like it was tearing her apart.
“You’ll never say you missed me. But how about the sea? Now that you see it in person, you like it, right?”
When a faint hint of expectation crossed his nonchalant gaze, Yi-seo unconsciously scrunched up her face and turned away.
Her heart, which she had barely managed to steady, was pounding as if it would break.
Does he really not know, or is he just pretending not to know?
She felt as if she was being tested by the confusion that swallowed her questions. Yi-seo’s steps were hasty as she shook off the hand that had cupped her cheek. She walked into the pitch-black darkness, unaware that her sleeve was flapping carelessly in the wind.
However, after a few steps on the sand, she was caught by him. Tae-jo came up in just a few strides and blocked her path again.
“Are you going to keep doing this?”
With a slightly more cheerful face than usual, and with a little more restraint, he quietly looked at Yi-seo’s wrist in his hand. He didn’t say where she was going, or why he was stopping her, and instead took out the cufflink that was on his sleeve. The golden cufflink, shaped like a nail, quickly closed Yi-seo’s sleeve, locking it tightly.
“The shackles are still there.” He quickly scanned her wrist, his eyes confirming the presence of the bracelet.
“And Yoon Yi-seo is still cold.” His gaze moved up Yi-seo’s stiff face and settled on her again.
A hint of laughter in his voice made Yi-seo’s eyes tremble.
“Cut it out.”
“What?” Her tense eyes looked at him with fear.
“What’s the point of working so hard? It’s not like you’ll get promoted faster. What’s the benefit? Only my mother will be happy.”
He must be talking about the art center.
As if to say that such loyalty was unnecessary, his gaze, which was playfully scolding Yi-seo for her diligence in forgetting to go home and working to the point where her clothes were in this state, was a deep, dark blue, like the early dawn, even in the darkness.
It was a time Yi-seo was very familiar with and loved. His eyes, which resembled that time, tilted slightly and lingered for a long time.
It was then that an unbearable emotion welled up in Yi-seo’s eyes, and she was unable to move despite his scolding.
Time kept passing, Tae-jo kept breaking down her defenses, and her heart kept shutting its doors.
Her head was confused by the disparity. Her heart was pounding so hard she felt sick. Yi-seo turned her head, suppressing the nausea she felt.
Her furrowed brows, as if she didn’t want to hear what he was saying, and her tightly pursed lips, as if she was ignoring him, made him feel as though she was fed up. Tae-jo decided to drop what he was about to say.
It had been a while since he had seen her face. So he didn’t want to be harsh today. Unexpectedly, it was Yoon Yi-seo who was being harsh.
As he drove, he could only see Yi-seo’s pale, stiff cheek whenever he glanced over. Did she lose a little weight since I last saw her? Is work hard, or is it hard to endure home? As he was looking at her gaunt cheek, which might one day be only skin and bones, Yi-seo began to walk off with a heavy heart.
“Do you hate me that much?”
When he raised his voice to her retreating back, her slender body, walking on the sand, swayed and faltered in the wind. He kept his eyes fixed on Yi-seo’s back and walked a little more leisurely.
A cool breeze blew across his chest. Is this what excitement feels like? He thought it might be because he was looking at the scenery that made him feel liberated for the first time in a long time.
The desire to hold her and keep her by his side was a little more generous today. He felt that it wasn’t so bad to follow her for a change.
It was a distance he could easily close if he wanted to. If he reached out, Yoon Yi-seo would be in his arms in an instant. He thought about that and just watched her slender back.
Her white nape, which was occasionally revealed beneath her fluttering hair; her body with beautiful lines, hidden beneath her shirt that was flapping around; Yoon Yi-seo’s warm embrace that held him whenever he burrowed into it. He had many thoughts while walking behind her.
My heart feels scattered like the wind because I’m happy to see her after a long time. He had spent many days feeling like he was going crazy from wanting to know how she was doing since she had been avoiding his calls as if she had made up her mind to.
He knew what Yoon Yi-seo’s daily life was like, as she went about her days doing the same things with the same expression every day, even without seeing it.
That was probably why he was a little more relaxed. When he couldn’t reach her, he would get annoyed, but when he thought that Yoon Yi-seo was probably like this with everyone, his heart would soften. Sometimes, he even had a moment of unexpected self-reflection, wondering if he had made some kind of mistake.
Then, from time to time, he would wonder what it would be like to see her a little more often. There were more things he wanted to know about her now.
To Yi-seo, who had always accepted him, even after he had started with a bet and she had rejected him, saying that she wouldn’t do anything in the end.
How about we start over, since what happened then was a mistake?
He had a vague, absurd fantasy like that when he was alone, something he could never say out loud.
But we can’t be together.
He thought as he watched Yi-seo’s back get farther and farther away.
Even so, we will be together.
Because it will be that way if I want it to.
He had that strange confidence in his relationship with Yi-seo. He couldn’t prove it, but he knew this relationship would turn out the way he wanted it to. Perhaps that was why the occasional conflicts with Yi-seo and her sometimes defiant behavior were more enjoyable to him.
He leisurely let his relaxed heart drift away with the wind.
He knew Yoon Yi-seo would be caught if he just reached out his hand. As if to confirm this thought, he took a few more long strides and grabbed Yi-seo’s arm. He put some force into the slender wrist he was holding and pulled, and Yi-seo was pulled straight into his arms.
See?
He held Yi-seo in his arms and lowered his gaze. The gazes that crossed each other were hot yet calm. No, they felt more confusing than anything else. It was his fault for venturing into the cold sea breeze without fear. He gripped her cold cheek with his hand, and Yi-seo opened her mouth as if she had something to say.
“We’re too close.”
However, their breaths overlapped. Between her parted lips.
His lips descended. As quietly as the moonlight.
He swallowed her little by little. As roughly as the waves.
Amidst their gasping breaths, they vibrated silently, but hotly.
As he pushed his tongue in and pressed his body against hers, Tae-jo’s body quickly heated up. He held Yi-seo’s waist tightly with one hand to prevent her from being pushed away, and he lowered his head more deeply.
Yi-seo’s body trembled more than usual. He held Yi-seo, who was swaying as if she was sobbing, tightly in his arms. The skin his hands touched was cold. His lower body became hard with the impulse to touch and warm every part of her. Unable to control the unmanageably swollen part of him, he just held her.
“Tae-jo, I…”
“Let’s go to the car.”
His pitch-black eyes glittered with desire.
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The confined space became incredibly hot. The moment they touched each other without any room to move, her sweet breath seeped in and soaked his lungs. They bit and tore at each other in desperation, overlapping until their minds became hazy.
The small space that shook with their slightest movements was filled with their hot breaths. The hand gripping her waist, his lower body between her legs, and his ribs pressed against her abdomen—every part that touched was unbearably hot.
“Here… I’m sorry.”
He tore off her buttons, buried his lips in Yi-seo’s exposed chest, and mumbled. Regardless of what Yi-seo thought, he meant that.
But the moment their bodies touched, there was no rationality left to think of anything else. As he held Yi-seo in the pitch-black darkness, he wanted to hold her, and as he held her, he wanted to lay with her. He wanted to share the burning heat, even if it meant tearing his whole body apart.
This was the first time. The first time he had felt such an unbearable heat. Without even knowing what this feeling that so intensely swept over him was, he roughly pulled Yi-seo onto him.
Yi-seo, who was lying on top of him on the seat, rested her cheek on his shoulder. Tae-jo lifted Yi-seo’s skirt and nudged her underwear aside. He burrowed into Yi-seo, whose zipper was undone and was filled with heat.
The tight, narrow opening was struggling to open, but it accepted him. Even without moving, the moist inside wrapped around him smoothly as if pulling him in. An ecstasy that felt like his head would fly off and an urge to reach the very end instantly slammed into his head.
“Haa, fuck.”
He felt like he was melting into the hot and soft flesh that wrapped around him from his root. Yi-seo closed her eyes and swayed as if the insertion alone was difficult for her. He held Yi-seo’s slender waist, moving slowly up and down, but he couldn’t stand it and thrust his hips forward.
“Ah!”
A faint moan escaped her lips along with a shallow breath. He pushed his hips strongly between Yi-seo’s legs again. Skin to skin, they fit together without any gaps, and an electrifying pleasure that gave him goosebumps all over his body erupted.
So this is the reason.
Is this the only way we can be together?
Yi-seo mocked herself for being swept away by her instincts, even though her intentions were different. Even if she were to let Ryu Tae-jo, who had approached her with such intentions, do this, she shouldn’t have been so easily entwined with him. And on top of that, she had made up her mind to end things today.
Yi-seo, whose future was set, and Tae-jo, who was walking a different path, couldn’t be together. It was such an easy premise to begin with. But the heat that pressed against her was so confusing that her heart wavered. Even though she knew she shouldn’t be confused, she kept hesitating because her heart had already crumbled once.
I thought we were far enough apart.
His heat wrapped around her fingertips. The desire between their legs, like a trap, bit each other and wouldn’t let go. Her hazy eyes burned red. He pressed his forehead against Yi-seo’s pale forehead, and without missing the moment their noses touched, he twisted his head. As their lips overlapped again, a burning warmth was felt on the flesh they swallowed.
And so, they denied it together.
They denied the reality that had to be straightened out, and they committed a transgression, knowing that the faint hope of a little bit of affection in their hasty touches, their mixed body temperatures, their intertwined lips, or even in his penetrating gaze was a perverse hope.
Even though she knew it wasn’t true, the warmth that touched her neck and then fell away felt so good it sent shivers down her spine. The embrace that held her stiff body so tightly it felt like it would break was nice, and the hot kiss that bit and pulled painfully amidst their layered breaths was good.
So if this could be the last time.
Holding on tightly to the warmth that flowed into her fingertips, she ignored the ache in her heart. Tears welled up in her eyes from the warmth that was so overwhelming she couldn’t think straight.
The man who was like a burning sun every time they were together was especially gentle today. In contrast to his demanding movements, his lips, his touch, and his gaze were so gentle that her heart ached and felt overwhelmed.
I’ll be punished. It was a matter deserving of criticism. Yet, since she had clung to this warmth, it would surely leave a bigger scar. Even though she knew it was a foolish thing to do, she accepted the heavy, aching pain that was being thrust between her legs. Because this is the last time. She was engraving him into every sensation she could feel instinctively.
“Ha… Yoon Yi-seo. You always make a man crazy.”
He had finally been inserted deep into her, and as he reached the end, he couldn’t bear the ecstasy and muttered a curse. Her gasping breaths and the pulsations transmitted from their touching chests told him how excited she was. Even so, the warmth on her skin, which felt like heat haze, was so comforting that she even thought she would be okay with just melting away like this.
Even in the darkness, all the lines connecting Ryu Tae-jo’s face to his body were masculine and delicately beautiful. His sturdy muscles beneath his large shoulders and the blue veins bulging on his firm forearms were so impressive they felt like a magnificent sculpture.
That was clearly felt even in the pitch-black darkness. Every place she touched with her fingertips, every corner she engraved with her eyes, would be remembered exactly as they were in this moment of lust.
Her eyes teared up at the end of his meticulous gaze. Is my heart finally being swept away? She closed her eyes, trying not to acknowledge it, but her reddened eyelids felt hot with heat.
At that, his movements, which stimulated her all the way to her stomach, became deeper, and her vision became hazy again as pleasure spread all over her. As he moved in and out quickly and shallowly between her legs, he couldn’t hold back and pulled Yi-seo’s bottom, which he was holding, and sat her down, causing Yi-seo’s head to snap back.
“Don’t meet other men.”
“...Haa.”
“Don’t let any other bastard find out about this.”
In this moment, as he quietly whispered in her ear, he felt it would be alright for him to be a Holofernes to Yi-seo. The complex feelings he felt in that instant—the ecstatic pleasure of the moment, as if he would gladly sever her head if she asked, the hot jealousy, the dark possessiveness, and the treacherous, unfathomable emotion nestled in between—he wanted to be the only one who knew about all the good and bad, whole and impure things he felt for Yi-seo.
Therefore, he had to be the only man for Yoon Yi-seo. Since she was already the only one who made him feel such a variety of emotions, she had to be the same.
With eyes that were as dark as a churning ocean, he stroked Yi-seo’s cheek. He bit into her slender neck with his sharp teeth, and a vein stood out on Yi-seo’s pale neck. Yi-seo, who had been momentarily stiff, relaxed again as he licked her neck with his tongue.
The feeling of fullness, as he was pressed more deeply into her, doubled the pleasure. Yi-seo, who had surrendered herself to the tingling shiver that ran through her body, thrust her hips upward, and he breathed roughly. His gasping breath seemed to scatter randomly, and the space between their legs twitched and became wet with hot fluid.
“Stay still, Yi-seo.”
It was so full that her insides felt scraped with even the slightest movement. The intense pleasure of being filled and having them fit together perfectly, as if he would ejaculate at the slightest movement, surged downward. He wanted to completely drench Yoon Yi-seo, but a fierce desire to be with her for a little longer fought against it. However, as they slowly twisted their bodies, the sensations became even more vivid.
He could feel every single fold of Yi-seo’s deep insides as her inner walls wrapped around his glans and swallowed him all the way to the root. He held her buttocks with both hands and pushed his lower body a little further. With a sticky, squelching sound, the soft, hot sensation scraped the surface thrillingly. A moan escaped his lips as he felt his flesh being bitten and not letting go.
“Haa.”
His large chest heaved roughly, and he couldn’t hold back, letting out a big breath. He suppressed the impulse to mercilessly thrust and tear her apart. When he slowly lifted Yi-seo’s body, Yi-seo’s body, which had been twitching and trembling for a while, finally began to convulse.
“Haa, ha… hup.”
Yi-seo, who had been trying to hold back her climax and had put all her strength into her body, trembled pitifully. Her inner flesh, which was still wrapped around him, spasmed, contracting and expanding. Tae-jo’s expression became even fiercer at the movement of her buttocks, which were swallowing his glans and throbbing. The movement of her inner walls, which were wrapping around his glans and surging, was accompanied by a shock that felt like a bolt of lightning-like pleasure striking his head.
“Ah, ahh…”
Yi-seo sobbed in a thin, long voice, her whole body trembling. It seemed that tears had also flowed from her deeply closed eyes, as if she had given up. It was at this moment that a certain impulse stirred in Tae-jo’s eyes as he watched Yi-seo, who was still holding back her climax even at the final moment.
He finally decided to retract his decision.
Plop.
He went against the decision to be restrained and, without patience, thrust into the concave area that was on top of him. He saw Yi-seo’s eyes open in astonishment once. Seeing another shock, like light, etch into her dazed eyes, which had lost all their energy, he thrust his stiff cock deep into Yi-seo’s body again.
The heavy, painful sensation that was thrust in, broke through the flesh that had just experienced an orgasm. Yi-seo, who was looking straight into his eyes, flushed again and trembled helplessly. The inside of the car, which had been believed to have calmed down, heated up explosively in an instant.
He held her waist down to keep her from going anywhere and thrust into her desperately.
“...Stop it. If you go there… Haa!”
Her voice was like a scream, but it must be that he was crazy to hear her pleading cries as if they were a song. He pushed his tongue into Yi-seo’s lips, who was letting out breathless gasps. Even the inside of her hot mouth was sweet.
Should I just go crazy like this? He felt like it wouldn’t matter. It wouldn’t be so bad to just melt away and become one with Yoon Yi-seo like this. I have her body, so should I ask for her heart now? Of course, it was obvious that she wouldn’t give it to him willingly, but in the end, she would be his.
“Whew.”
The final moment that had blown away his reason passed, and their breathing gradually calmed down. The gazes that met were still hot with uncooled passion, but Yi-seo avoided his burning eyes and rested her cheek on his shoulder. His large hand cupped Yi-seo’s face, and his thumb slowly stroked her cheek.
“Want some water?”
At his rather gentle voice, Yi-seo shook her head slightly instead of answering. She didn’t need anything else. She just wanted to stay like this for a little longer. Compared to the moments when they fully enjoyed each other in his space, this was a fleeting moment, but the raw sensation that had settled deep into her body made her not want to move.
Just then, his rough lips touched her sweaty forehead and then fell away. The emotions that had been surging hotly also calmed down, and the space where their hot breath had evaporated became so silent it felt empty. His lips pressed against her forehead again and then touched her eyelids like a brand before falling away.
It hurts.
Her heart ached at the kisses that felt like love. Yi-seo, who was slowly coming to her senses, thought of getting away from him quickly. Any more was dangerous. A warning bell rang in her head. The moment she was about to get off of him, he hugged her so tightly that her small body felt like it would be crushed.
“Just stay like this for a little longer.”
Yi-seo’s small shoulders shook. The arms that held her shook, and her gaze, which was turned away, shook.
The sticky wetness stuck to her lower body, whose owner she couldn’t even identify, felt unpleasant.
“Just a little. Is that okay?”
Tae-jo, uncharacteristically, asked for her permission. No, now that she thought about it, he had always been asking questions without a break. In bed, in his arms, or in moments when she couldn’t move like this, he would relentlessly pour out mischievous questions. She was just starting to remember how he would ask questions that were so embarrassing they would make her flustered.
“No.”
Yi-seo shook her head and hurriedly moved away from him. A look of regret followed her swift movements as she pulled down her skirt and tidied herself up.
Did I push her too hard? Is that why? Tae-jo thought, picking off the strands of Yi-seo’s hair that were stuck to her face with sweat. Her tired cheek hardened faintly, but it was only for a moment. He then played with his fingers on her quickly cooling cheek, parting her lips and scraping her teeth.
His meaningless touch slid across her lips, pressed on them for a moment, and then stopped moving. He then stabbed his gaze into her, relentlessly chasing Yi-seo’s eyes that were trying to run away, and finally made her look at him.
His unyielding gaze burrowed into Yi-seo’s eyes as if to embrace them completely. The hand that was pulling on her wet hair as if branding her as his own was exactly like a child’s. Like a child that you want to push away but clings on and won’t let go until the very end.
Yi-seo, who had been calmly silent under his touch, slowly opened her mouth.
“Let’s stop.”
At the crack in Yi-seo’s voice, the hand that was pulling on her wet hair stopped. His eyes, which were frozen still, were so dark that nothing could be read from them. It was a look that made it impossible to tell if he wanted an end or a beginning.
He won’t be broken, he won’t be shattered. He won’t be affected at all. Looking at the frighteningly calm Tae-jo, Yi-seo finally spoke the confession she had been holding back.
“I’m engaged.”
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