Chapter 13

“If you think I was really bad, I’ll do better. I will, Senior Executive Director… So you’ll want to do it with me again…”

She held back tears and spoke resolutely. Her steps had already gone in the opposite direction of her heart, and she couldn’t just sit in sorrow, unable to do anything.

“Then do it.”

Ryu-il spoke indifferently, almost commanding.

“Now.”

She cautiously raised her head. Despite his indifferent tone, Ryu-il’s gaze was hot. From inside his bathrobe, his arousal was unmistakable.

Despite his words, he must have liked last time, she thought. She’d begged so stupidly, yet she’d aroused him again. Taking a deep breath, she slowly undressed herself. He watched with a cold expression, and if not for his obvious arousal, she’d have felt like she was performing alone.

Slowly, she climbed onto his bed and, as he had done to her, carefully kissed his collarbone. As she laid her body over his, heat rose from below, almost burning her. He didn’t move, only frowned. She slid her lips along his collarbone and chest, then cautiously opened his robe. Her hands shook.

Seeing his n*ked lower body again made her heart pound. She tried to grasp him with her hand, but didn’t know what to do next. He commanded in a husky voice,

“Stroke it.”

Even now, his gaze lingered on her chest, making her embarrassed. She realized she’d never shown her n*ked body to anyone before, and her cheeks burned. As she hesitated, he growled again,

“Stroke it.”

“…Yes.”

She started stroking back and forth, and he let out a small m*an. As slick fl*id began to leak out, she felt she must be doing well. She really was trying her best, and he muttered a soft curse.

“…D*mn, even though I already did it once…”

Once? She looked at him curiously, and he suddenly sat up, cupping her cheeks in both hands.

“I did it once while showering.”

His eyes stared at her from close, as if he would devour her.

“Thinking exactly like this.”

At the same time, his lips crashed down on hers. His tongue pushed in roughly, stirring deep inside her. The faint taste of honey water made it hurt, but also sweet. She let go of his *rection, struggling to accept him, moaning.

Her vision flipped. Their bodies pressed together, saliva messily wetting lips, neck, earlobes, and chest. His fingers began to tease her n*pples persistently, drawing out m*ans.

“Ah… Uh…”

She gripped the sheets, letting out strange sounds. Her sensitive body responded to his touch, and the heat of his lips on her other n*pple was intense. Every time his tongue and fingers wrapped her chest, it felt like lightning struck her spine. She responded passionately to the pleasure he led. Her head spun and her eyes closed. Shame and humiliation mixed together, and she liked it.

“Huuuh…”

He prepared a condom, then entered her between her spread legs without mercy. The f*replay was much shorter than yesterday, but her body remembered their previous *ntercourse and was already wet. Unlike last time, his movements were intense from the start, shaking the bed. With every rough motion, pleasure rose and her body trembled.

“Ah… I like it… I like it…”

“…Doesn’t it hurt?”

“It hurts…”

She whispered, clinging to him.

“It hurts… That’s why I like it…”

The pain, as if her body was breaking, the intense sensation… She almost wished the pain would erase her from this world. It was that sharp, and that deadly pleasure. He shuddered once, then cl*maxed. Compared to yesterday, it was a quick and urgent finish. As she caught her breath, he cleaned up roughly and buried his head between her legs.

“S-Senior Executive Director!”

Startled, she panicked as his tongue touched her cl*t.

“Ahhh!”

It was a spot that had tingled since he entered, so her reaction was immediate. His tongue traced slow circles over her cl*t, and pleasure struck her body like lightning. As she struggled, he commanded in a low voice,

“Stay still.”

It felt like waves were surging from her toes. She moaned mindlessly, twisting her hips. No matter how she struggled, Ryu-il’s strength kept her legs firmly in place. She ended up clutching his head, panting like a child. Her body trembled uncontrollably.

“Ah… Ah…”

As her vision went white and her strength faded, his fingers entered her. She made sounds she didn’t recognize, and he moaned below. The slow scraping sensation inside felt strange.

“S-Stop… It’s weird…”

Even as she said it, she didn’t think Ryu-il would let her go. The one who gave orders in bed was always him. But his fingers pulled out from her body.

“Why?”

He straightened above her again. Unconsciously, she looked at his p*nis and held her breath. He had just cl*maxed, but… its presence was just as firm as before. He tore open another condom and spoke.

“Would you like something different?”

Her lower body still tingled, craving stronger stimulation. The brief *ntercourse earlier hadn’t been enough; she felt an ache deep inside. As she lay there, breathless and tearful, Ryu-il let out a short laugh.

“Beg for it, like before.”

His voice, rough and cracked, sounded cruel.

“You’re good at that.”

The tears that had welled up from pleasure finally spilled down her cheeks. She clung to his arm, gazing at him desperately.

“…Yes…”

“Do it properly.”

She gathered her scattered thoughts and whispered, eyes open,

“…Please, put it in.”

No matter how much she tried to cast away her thoughts, they floated around her. She let herself drift in a dream-like daze. Among those thoughts was a memory of laughing with young Ryu-il as they watched a small frog together. The handsome man above her, with his sharp eyes and tightly closed lips, overlapped with the gentle boy from her childhood.

“Please, put it in…”

She added impulsively,

“Ryu-il-oppa…”

She expected him to scoff, but Ryu-il said nothing. He simply entered her again. At a new angle, his manhood carved even sharper sensations into her body. Craving a clearer feeling, her body twisted on its own and her legs lifted.

“Aht…”

Tears welled up again, and her fingers clenched. He bit her neck hard. Below, her body shook uncontrollably, and red marks appeared on her neck, chest, and arms. It hurt and stung, but she welcomed it. Her *rect n*pples pressed against his body, adding another wave of pleasure. In that dizzying pleasure, all her thoughts and fantasies finally shattered. She clung to him as if there were no tomorrow.

The second round of *ntercourse lasted as long as the night.

* * *

She quietly tried to get dressed and leave quickly, just as she had the night before. But she really couldn’t move a finger. She worried Ryu-il might get annoyed, but she could only lie on his bed, panting and exhausted.

She was glad the s*x was over because she was so tired, but what followed afterwards tormented her. She suppressed her anguish and carefully asked Ryu-il, who was breathing heavily above her,

“…Did I… do well this time?”

Ryu-il only gave a faint laugh, without answering. She felt she couldn’t get up even if he told her to leave, so she continued talking, partly to catch her breath.

“Actually… I thought I wouldn’t look pretty since I didn’t wear makeup… But I’m glad you were still aroused.”

At those words, Ryu-il let out a deep sigh and spoke in a low, husky voice.

“That makeup was a disaster. Who taught you?”

“…What?”

“Just go around like you normally do, like now.”

She was shocked, her mouth agape. She’d always thought she could at least get a kiss when she delivered his notebook because of her makeup. She’d heard makeup made her look prettier. So she’d carefully done the same makeup last time, but she couldn’t believe Ryu-il’s assessment.

“No way…”

She shook her head, incredulous.

“Wasn’t it that makeup that made you feel the first impulse?”

“First impulse?”

“Yes… You hadn’t done anything before that…”

As she mumbled, Ryu-il pulled her into his arms, closing his eyes slowly. His soft, enveloping warmth surprised her. She hadn’t expected him to hold her after s*x. But she liked it so much, she snuggled into him.

“First impulse…”

He repeated her meaningless words once more. His fingers gently stroked her sweat-soaked hair, making her messy heart flutter again.

“Yeah, the first time was like that.”

“Yes. That day I did my makeup and dressed up…”

“To be honest, that goblin-like makeup was really bad.”

Goblin… She gasped in shock, and his body, holding her, shook slightly. She quickly tried to recover.

“If there’s anything else you don’t like, let me know. I’ll keep it in mind.”

“Why? Planning to come again?”

“…”

Her cheeks flushed. Shame and humiliation surged from her toes. She knew it was understandable from his perspective, but it was hard to meet his eyes.

She lay still, breathing quietly, and Ryu-il spoke with his eyes closed.

“Leaving right away was bad.”

“…What?”

“You left as soon as it was over.”

She bit her lip, feeling heavy-hearted. The night she hurriedly grabbed her clothes and rushed across the backyard hadn’t felt good. In fact, it wasn’t just unpleasant—it was miserable and sad.

“I just… thought you’d want to rest alone…”

“It felt terrible, like you tossed me aside as soon as you got what you wanted.”

“No way!”

Startled by his words, she shook her head.

“I actually prefer staying like this! I guess we felt the same!”

Knowing they’d felt the same that night made her heart flutter unexpectedly, and she looked up and smiled. Then her eyes met his dark gaze.