Chapter 3 (Part 7)

The sticky noise she wanted to deny and his piercing gaze on her expression made her vision flicker for a moment.

The leg he held stretched straight forward, then her spine lost strength, and her body went limp.

Before she could collect herself from the unfamiliar pl*asure, she heard the sound of a belt being undone.

His severely swollen m*mber immediately forced its way into her entrance.

“Ahh! Ha.”

A raw groan escaped his lips.

That spurred her excitement even more.

He moved so forcefully that her delicate back was crushed against the wall. Her slender body shook incessantly without a chance to resist.

The overwhelming pressure that felt like it would split her in half and the pl*asure that made her want to cling to him and beg for more surged continuously.

While stirring her insides, he grabbed her limp arms and hung them around his neck.

Then he supported her under both thighs and lifted her.

The tip thrust deeply as if to tear her womb.

“Uhh, uh, ah…!”

As the world turned upside down from the unbearable length, something warm flowed from the joined area.

She said it was over and asked to be put down, but her body shook even more violently.

“I haven’t even c*m once, and you’ve c*m several times alone.”

“……”

“Is it that good?”

A heavy thrust hit the hidden spot of ecstasy, making her scream.

“Ah, no… huh, ah!”

“What do you mean no? You’re about to die from pl*asure.”

Her entire vision lifted and fell repeatedly.

***

The man was relentless for a long time.

He wouldn’t have felt wronged if only he had cl*maxed, but he embraced her again even after reaching his peak several times.

By the time the sunlight illuminating the bedroom had considerably diminished, he finally let her go.

Her legs couldn’t muster any strength. Bruises he had left covered her abdomen and thighs, sparing only her face, neck, arms, and legs.

She was staring blankly at those marks when his voice came from beside her.

“If you’re not going to wash, I’ll wash you.”

She hurriedly got off the bed.

Then, remembering she was n*ked, she crawled back onto the bed.

“Want to do it again?”

Her pupils shook excessively.

“I’m fine with it. Come on up, then.”

He pulled back the blanket, revealing his m*mber pointing towards the ceiling again.

She quickly turned her head and pleaded.

“……Could you please get me some clothes?”

After a moment of silence, he let out a chuckle.

“What did you say?”

“Some clothes… I need to go to the bathroom, but I’m n*ked right now.”

“I’ve already seen everything. What’s there to be embarrassed about?”

“But we’re not doing anything right now…”

“Then should we go get clothes together while doing it?”

“Ah.”

At his ridiculous response, she rolled her leg on the sheet in frustration.

“Are you pouting cutely now?”

“If it’s cute, could you please get them for me?”

“Alright. I’m also n*ked, and I’m even standing like this. I’ll bring your clothes like this, then.”

The thought of him bringing her clothes while ar*used was shocking.

Seo-hye waved her hand dismissively, saying it was fine.

Then, she quickly grabbed the blanket covering part of his legs and wrapped it around herself.

Thanks to her actions, she ended up taking away his cover.

In her haste, she hadn’t thought that far ahead, and though she was flustered, she quickly hid her blushing face.

“I-I’ll go wash up.”

Dragging the heavy blanket behind her, she headed to the bathroom, but the blanket was suddenly pulled back, and she was lifted off her feet.

“I’ll wash you.”

“No…!”

The bathroom door opened.

Completely embraced by him, she was helplessly pulled into the bathroom.

It was a confusing time, so much so that she couldn’t tell if it was the steam or his touch enveloping her.

***

Without even drying her hair completely, she quickly got dressed and headed for the door while looking at her phone.

There were several missed calls from Hwa-woong.

She immediately called him back.

After a few rings, his irritated voice came through.

“Grandfa-“

But Do-jin, who had quickly dressed and followed her, snatched the phone from her.

Seo-hye looked at him with frightened eyes, mouthing for him to give it back.

However, he didn’t budge and spoke into the phone.

“It’s me, Artist. The meeting just ended. Given the time, it seems we’ll all have dinner together before parting ways.”

Without giving Hwa-woong a chance to respond, he ended the call.

“Let’s have dinner. I’ve ordered room service.”

Seo-hye let out a long sigh. The man was extremely stubborn, and since he had already told Hwa-woong they were having dinner together, there was nowhere else for her to go even if she left now.

He took her hand and led her back to the sitting room, gently nudging her towards the sofa.

She sat down with a heavy heart.

Sitting across from her, he surprisingly didn’t start a conversation but immediately opened his tablet PC.

With her in front of him, he quickly reviewed something. It was impressive focus, to say the least.

Watching his eyes move sharply and the deepening furrow of his brow, he exuded an intellectual sensuality, different from when he was pressing her.

She observed him intently.

He looked remarkably neat for someone who had shared an intense four-hour encounter.

“A lot to review has piled up, thanks to you, Seo-hye.”

“Who told you to do such things during work hours… Neglecting duties…”

He glanced up slightly.

“You’re quite good at talking back.”

With a subtle smile, he lowered his gaze again.

Watching the smooth line of his nose and his finely sculpted features reflecting the light, she unconsciously used her thigh as a canvas to sketch him with her hand.

Recently, she’d been too troubled to feel like painting, even when she picked up a brush, so it was quite a curious thing.

Afraid he might notice her hand movements, she clenched her fist tightly, suppressing the urge to draw him.

After a while, the bell rang.

Do-jin told her to stay seated and moved to open the door himself.

A hotel staff m*mber began placing various dishes on the table in front of the sofa.

Seo-hye was tense, worried about meeting the staff’s eyes, but the staff seemed trained, not glancing sideways.

After setting everything up, the staff left.

Seo-hye, now a bit more relaxed, widened her eyes slightly.

In front of each of them was a luxurious golden plate with grilled bulgogi and clear soup. Accompanying them were four types of seasoned vegetables and side dishes.

In the center, a red seafood stew that stimulated the appetite was displayed.

The menu seemed like an ordinary Korean meal, but the plating was so extravagant that it felt like a special treat.

“I thought you might have skipped breakfast and lunch, so I ordered Korean food. Eat up, quickly.”

Do-jin gestured with his chin towards the spoon and chopsticks in front of her.

Seo-hye cautiously reached out.

“Come to think of it, didn’t you skip dinner last night too?”

Seo-hye paused her hand movements.

“Last night, this morning, at lunch.”

His gaze was quite sharp.

“Do the people at that house not feed you?”

“Ah… no. It’s not that they don’t feed me. I just happened to miss the time to eat.”

“No wonder. You felt extremely light earlier, in that position, it should have been more difficult.”

Recalling the time when she was held and shaken by him, her face quickly turned red.

Embarrassed, she quickly picked up the spoon and started eating the white rice.

After a few bites, he suggested, almost like an insistence, that she eat the side dishes.

Even as she picked up the bulgogi and put it in her mouth, his gaze didn’t leave her, so she turned slightly to the side and quickly put the meat in her mouth.

He watched her eat for quite a while, and when her bowl was about halfway empty, he spoke.

“Seo-hye.”

It seemed he was waiting for her to be full.

He was a truly confusing man. Whether he was considerate or not was unclear.

“……Yes.”

“I’ve looked at the paintings produced since the change in Artist Lee’s style.”

Tension filled the air.

“There are over thirty of them.”

“……”

“When you add up the prices they were sold for, it exceeds 5 billion won.”

“……”

A chill swept over her. It felt as if her entire being would shatter if she took even the slightest hit.

“Deceiving people and selling forged paintings is clearly a crime.”

Her complexion grew increasingly pitiable, like a wild animal thrown into a harsh winter, seemingly on the brink of withering away.

“What I’m saying is, don’t throw yourself into that crime any longer. I have no intention of harming you.”

Her hands trembled so much that she feared dropping the spoon, so she quickly placed it back on the table.

She clasped her hands tightly together to suppress the shaking, but it wouldn’t subside.

Do-jin’s gaze turned to Seo-hye’s pale hands.

“If you come to my side, Artist Lee will fall.”

His voice was excessively calm and serene, as if he truly meant it.

“Because I’ll make it happen. So come when you’re ready. I can’t wait long.”

Seo-hye shook her head firmly, rejecting him.

“……No. There’s no need for you to do that, Won Do-jin.”

Life was already burdensome enough; she didn’t want to encounter a storm as well.

Only if she were strong could she withstand the impact, but she wasn’t in a position to do so.

Both her body and mind were exhausted. Just for her mother’s sake, for no more than a year. She just needed to quietly paint Hwa-woong’s paintings and leave.

Then everything would be fine.

Why does this man insist?

“I… don’t want to be caught up in a chaotic situation.”

“But I’m very curious about you, who cried after seeing the painting hung in the hotel.”

“……”

“What kind of painting was it that, after losing it, you cried so sorrowfully?”

“……”

“If your crying can excite someone, I’m curious about how much you can drive someone crazy when you paint.”

“……”

“I’m going to bring down Artist Lee and make it so you can paint comfortably.”

Seo-hye felt her breath catch at his firm tone, which left her with no choice.