Chapter 23

“Stop… now…”  

All she could manage were shattered, broken pleas.  

Having completely taken over Yein’s body, Taeheon relentlessly pressed her on.  

“How many times did you do it with that bastard?”  

“No, not, ah, mm!”  

“Did it feel good? Did you cling and cry like that? Real s*x filled with love is supposed to be different, isn’t it?”  

He slowly ground against her v*ginal walls, tormenting her cl*toris until it felt as though it were burning. After being sucked and touched so intensely, it even felt as if that part belonged solely to Taeheon.  

It was as though Taeheon were remaking her body—he was kneading her pleasure circuits.  

Just when she seemed on the verge of climax, he would stop; his artful control drove Yaein to her limits.  

“Now, haa, now… please.”  

She longed for release—after the peak had built up and then awkwardly subsided, she desperately wanted to relieve the bittersweet torment.  

“Will you just keep rolling around with me like this?”  

Taeheon whispered mischievously,  

“I’m nothing more than your husband.”  

Their saliva-soaked lips stuck together, then separated, each time the liquid stretching out like thin threads before snapping.  

The incessant, unyielding kissing became overwhelming; with barely enough room to breathe, their tongues tangled inside their cramped mouths, sliding over each other in a wild cascade.  

“Say that you love me.”

Taeheon pressed his lips together and whispered; with every word, his wet lips rubbed against hers, and even their mingled breaths became slick and clammy.

“Sa… huuh…”

The words that were meant to spill out without any resistance were abruptly cut off. Yaein, clinging to the last thread of her rationality, stubbornly kept her mouth shut.  

She had no lover whose pure heart she needed to preserve, yet in that moment she did not want to say “I love you” to Taeheon—especially while he believed there was another man in her life.

Even if Taeheon already considered Yein’s love shallow, he wasn’t about to bolster that conviction with a confession that no one would take as sincere.  

“Quickly.”

His fingers struck sharply against her damp v*lva. Three fingers, thrust in laboriously one after another, invaded her so relentlessly that she lost all sense of composure.  

She couldn’t even tell which spot he was touching to make her feel this way, yet Taeheon seemed to know exactly which spot to prod to drive Yaein into agonizing pleasure—knowing precisely how her inner body should yield.

“Uuht, huh, mm…”

“You’re being stubborn,” he said with a click of his tongue. Then, Taeheon withdrew the very fingers that had been churning inside her and held them up before her eyes. A shamefully long trail of her *rousal oozed between his fingers; unable to watch, Yaein averted her eyes.

“Is that all? Even as it drips like this, you can’t even bring yourself to say those words to me? I wonder whether you have any pride at all.”

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Taeheon biting on a used condom wrapper, his canine teeth briefly protruding.  

His engorged p*nis—its surface veined—was already rock hard and glistening. Even covered with a thin condom, it appeared rough and imposing.

“You claim you won’t say ‘I love you’ when you’re frolicking with a man who isn’t even your husband… How laughable.”

The tip of his organ, teasingly sliding in and out at the entrance, left her opening embarrassingly wet from the tantalizing stimulation. The sensation of fluids running along her perineum made her teeth chatter.

Without even holding back—forcing her to bite her lip in a vain attempt to endure—Taeheon gripped his member and pressed it against the crevice. The peeled-off epidermis of his swollen tubercles rubbed over his gl*ns, which was drenched in her *rousal. Chasing that stimulation, her hips involuntarily lifted.

Then, pressing down forcefully enough to compress the flesh of her b*ttocks, Taeheon rubbed his closely pressed lower body against her. When he mimed thrusting, sliding into the soft gap of her l*bia, droplets of moisture splattered along the column of flesh, landing near her navel. Though nothing entered her, her v*gina contracted and her lower region began to whimper.

“If you speak, I’ll let you have it—have I already pleased you too much?”

“Ah, aaah, ah…!”

Her head tilted back involuntarily. Intermittent moans burst out. Almost immediately, as her head, pressed against the headboard, was enveloped by Taeheon’s palm, her body was dragged downward once again.  

Drawn back by his brutal caresses, Yaein let out a silent scream.

The climax squeezed and gripped her nerve endings. She felt as though she were about to lose consciousness, her skin prickling with stinging sensations all over.  

Hotter than her flushed skin, his fingers wiped her cheek. Taeheon whispered something, but her foggy consciousness couldn’t quite capture his words.  

All she could faintly perceive was that his voice sounded… a bit plaintive. Perhaps it was merely an illusion wrought by the heat.

***

A bird chirped in the distance. A very thin beam of light disordered the bed.  

Suspecting that it was morning, Yaein let out a single breath.  

She couldn’t move—not only because her limbs, soaked and limp like waterlogged cotton, hung uselessly—but also because Taeheon still wouldn’t let go of her, so he couldn’t get off the bed.  

“Taeheon… now…”  

Not all the words could come out. It felt as if all the flesh and bones of her body had become utterly limp.  

“Sleep a little more.”  

Taeheon caressed Yaein’s arm as he soothed her. Yaein shook her head; even her head felt heavy.  

“How do you expect to get up when you can’t even move?”  

“Because of you… mm.”  

A hand, discreetly brushing along her side, made Yaein’s neck sting.  

“That’s right. It’s because of me.”  

Taeheon, having completely climbed over Yaein, nuzzled the hollow of her upper chest with his lips—right over the area already marked with a red, round kiss mark that was chaotically spread.  

“I’m so tired…”  

Even though she had no strength to even twitch a finger, when Taeheon touched her, she felt utterly helpless and in agony.  

“Just a little longer.”  

Persistent kisses poured onto the plump tip of her swollen br*asts. Sharp erotic sensations probed through the heavy gaps of her flesh. Shallow, frequent mini-orgasms awakened her body so that she couldn’t even sleep.  

“Ah, aaah…”  

When her n*pples were gently sucked, Yaein shrank back and trembled. Already made hypersensitive by being tormented through the early morning, even the mere touch of his tongue on her hardened, sensitive cl*t sent prickling sensations throughout her.  

The overwhelming stimulation was too much to bear. Even when Taeheon merely caressed her lightly, the exquisite, breathtaking orgasms—like falling from a high place—seemed to target Yaein again.  

“Your body is so sensitive and beautiful.”  

As Taeheon kissed his way from her chest over her collarbones and shoulders, he expressed his admiration. The tips of his fingers twitched as if tickled by genuine praise.  

“Is this why one man like me is not enough to satisfy you?”  

Murmuring while nibbling on Yaein’s earlobe, Taeheon’s burning passion concealed a cold dagger beneath its heat.  

It was a morning when, if Yaein and Taeheon were an ordinary married couple, everyone would have admired their remarkable marital harmony. But they were not passionate lovers.  

This man suspected Yaein of infidelity. Yaein, for her part, was trying to escape him.  

Regardless of the thoughts held in their hearts, their bodies welcomed each other. Their slick lower parts touched.  

“I… can’t anymore…”  

Yaein twisted her tangled legs, trying to free them. The more she struggled, the more it rubbed against the slit that had tormented her throughout the night.  

Even though she was exhausted and thirsty, her lower body remained wet. The sound of moistness made her want to cover her ears. It felt as though she was shamelessly pleading even as she pretended otherwise.  

“Just hold on a little longer. You can do at least this much.”  

Taeheon softly coaxed her while prying her knees apart. His engorged p*nis forced its way between her thighs.  

No… she can’t. She was certain, yet there was nowhere to escape.  

There was nothing she could do except accept the pleasure being given.  

Taeheon indulged in his mischief as much as he could. Without fully penetrating as he had promised, he drove Yaein into such excruciating sensations that she writhed; now, there was not even a need for her to beg him to penetrate her. He simply caressed her as if he wanted to etch pleasure into her, assaulting her with deliberate persistence.  

Barely able to get off the bed, she could scarcely stand on her own two feet. Under Taeheon’s care, she managed to wash herself. Even in the bathroom, when Taeheon began to play with her hands, by the time they headed for the dining table, she could hardly sit.  

Even though nothing was being inserted, she felt an alien sensation below. Yaein sighed and brought her legs together. 

**

“Don’t make that lewd face.”

Across the dining table, Taeheon spoke up. Yaein immediately refuted his absurd remark.  

“That’s not it. I must just look like I’m about to collapse.”  

Every time she spoke, her throat felt scratchy. Thinking about how much noise she had made in bed made her face flush with heat.  

“If you don’t want to collapse, you should eat properly to make up for what you’ve lost. Here.”  

When she had said she wouldn’t make it through the morning, her husband had personally cooked porridge. The way he had carefully set the table, as if playing house, was almost laughable.  

“Oh, you like this, don’t you?”  

He casually brought the spoon to her mouth, making her even more dumbfounded.  

“I can eat it myself.”  

“I’m just taking responsibility for overworking you. Since I fed you down there all night, I have to feed you up here in the morning too.”  

Yein frowned and lowered her gaze. Her ears burned. She knew this was exactly the reaction he wanted, but she couldn’t just brush it off indifferently.  

She pressed her lips together, trying to hold out, but Taeheon wasn’t backing down. It was already clear who would give in first.

“Are you really going to starve like this?”  

“I don’t have an appetite anyway.”  

“I can follow you around with this all day, you know.”  

Taeheon held out a spoonful of porridge as he spoke. Knowing he wouldn’t just say it as an empty threat, Yaein eventually gave in and took the spoonful he offered. Enduring a bit of embarrassment was better than engaging in a pointless battle all day.  

“It’s already late for work, you know.”  

Yaein checked the time as she deliberately took her time swallowing the porridge. After all their back-and-forth, it was already broad daylight.  

A man who used to leave before dawn was now sitting leisurely at home. Even if he rushed now, he wouldn’t get to the office until lunchtime.  

“I’m taking a few days off.”  

Taeheon said it as if it were nothing.  

“You mean you’re taking time off work?”  

This was a man who worked through weekends, holidays, even New Year’s. She couldn’t believe it.  

Yaein’s expression shifted. Surprise faded, replaced by wariness.  

It wasn’t hard to figure out where this sudden change came from. No matter how much they sat across from each other, pretending to be a normal married couple having breakfast, they had already crossed into completely unfamiliar territory.  

“I’ll need to hire live-in staff soon. I’ll also assign someone to accompany you when you go out, so don’t worry. I won’t just lock you up in the house.”  

“What…? You always said you hated having other people in the house.”  

“If it’s necessary, we have to do it.”  

It wasn’t that he suddenly found household chores important—he was outright saying he planned to monitor her around the clock.  

Yaein let out a stunned laugh.  

“Are you insane?”  

“Probably.”  

Taeheon shrugged nonchalantly.  

“If you say so, then I suppose I am.”  

His relaxed demeanor only made the situation feel more surreal. He was pulling something utterly insane, yet acting as if it were just another normal part of his day.  

“Stop this. What good does this do for you? What reason do you even have to go this far with me?”  

“I told you already—you’re mine.”