Chapter 4

Tap, tap, as the shirt opened one or two buttons at a time, in the end he simply tore off the last buttons with a rip and pulled it open.

“Ah……”

Why was it that even in this situation, she did not feel fear of being violated?

He tore open even the front hook of her bra, yet rather than fixating on her full br*asts, he obsessed only over the tiny bloodstains spattered between them.

His fingertips rubbed at the valley of her chest.

Even though the soft flesh clung to the tips of Kiril’s fingers, the only thing he was looking at was the bloodstains.

His wet hair clung to the tip of her chin and around her neck.

Unable to bring herself to grasp his shoulders, Gayeon stretched her hands behind her and braced herself firmly against the tiled wall.

At some point, her fingertips, pressed hard against the wall, began to ache.

“I’ll wash. I’ll wash, so……”

The mind that had been thinking of standing above this man had long since been bleached blank.

The right thing to do with someone who killed a bear with his bare hands was to put as much distance between oneself and him as possible.

She had learned that with wild beasts, rather than facing them head-on, it was better to soothe them gently and avoid them.

Though whether a wild beast would truly move according to a human’s wishes was another matter.

“Could you step back a little?”

Gayeon said in a voice full of tension.

Smiling, Kiril took her by both shoulders and turned her half around.

Then their positions were reversed, where she had been and where he had been switching places.

And when he released her with a motion almost like a shove, her body moved toward the shower booth.

Pretending nothing was wrong, Gayeon quickly took off her clothes.

When she was trying to remove her riding pants, which clung tightly to her body, she could feel his gaze sweep over her indifferently.

That face still staring at her with his lower half rigidly aroused and an expression devoid of any l*st.

She did not know whether she should trust his face or his p*nis.

“It would be even better if you waited outside.”

There was nowhere to run.

More than anything, this was a bathroom, and there were no windows.

“Wash right there. Once was enough for stepping out of my sight.”

As he said that, Kiril covered his mouth with one hand.

Then he went straight to the toilet and vomited up what was inside him.

With the suddenness of it, the third wave of confusion since meeting this man came over Gayeon.

His deathly pale face had looked as though something might happen at any moment.

But Gayeon had never imagined he would clutch the toilet and throw up, and she froze there with only her upper body stripped bare.

Ugh, urk.

As if used to this sort of thing, he emptied the contents of his stomach.

From where Gayeon stood, she could clearly see that almost nothing came out except thin stomach fl*id, as though he had barely eaten.

Watching even the fine muscles in the man’s back move vividly each time he retched, she finally went over to Kiril.

Pat, pat.

After hesitating for a moment, she rubbed his bare back.

Having finished emptying his stomach cleanly, the man lifted his head and looked at Gayeon.

His eyes called to mind a gray city thick with fog.

A dim and dangerous city, hazy and impossible to see even an inch ahead in.

“You have no fear.”

Wiping at the corner of his lips with his thumb, Kiril spoke.

A fishy smile lingered around his mouth.

“And you’re bold. With that small body, you’re like a rabbit scrambling desperately to survive, and also like a fox.”

Who in the world would pat the back of an intruder who had broken into her own home?

Even by the standards of his twisted mind, Gayeon’s reaction was not normal.

If it had been Kiril, the moment the other person turned their back, he would have either driven a knife into it or twisted their neck from behind.

“You were embarrassed enough just at the thought of showing your br*asts, and yet here you are, with them bared, putting your hand on my back.”

Her lush br*asts, which seemed more than enough to overflow both hands, swayed before his eyes.

Kiril, still kneeling on one knee on the tiled floor, had completely regained the color in his face.

From a face drained bluish-white to simply a white face that had not seen sunlight.

“The reason I was able to let my guard down enough to touch you at all is because you did not take the lives of my people.”

Even a passing child would know that it was easier to kill someone holding a gun than to subdue them without killing them.

Though each of them had at least a broken limb somewhere and bullet holes in them, astonishingly, no one had died in this mansion today.

“Then if I kill them all, will you stick a knife in my back?”

She did not know how the conversation had taken that turn, but Gayeon shook her head.

“I’m not reckless and foolish enough to go up against someone who kills bears with his bare hands. But I would run away.”

At those words, Kiril gave a light laugh.

His eyes caught the sight of the pink n*pples on Gayeon’s exposed br*asts, stiff and upright from all the dampness lingering in the air.

In an instant, a beastlike urge rose in him to bite and lick those br*asts.

Slowly brushing the tips of his tongue over his sharp canines, Kiril rose from where he was.

As he stood, so much taller than Gayeon, her gaze naturally followed upward as well.

“Then I suppose I’ll have to sleep with one eye open.”

Kiril said it with a face that was not joking in the slightest.

Swallowing dryly, Gayeon slowly took two or so steps backward.

At some point, the man had sat lightly on the edge of the sink, watching her actions in a languid way.

The man did not look as though he was going to leave.

And though it was a situation where she could not easily bring herself to undress, if she went out like this, Gayeon felt as though he would bite the back of her neck like a beast and drag her right back into the bathroom, so she hesitated, unable either to pull down her riding pants or to dash outside.

“Because the moment you pull down your pants, it feels like I’d spread your legs and go searching inside your hole?”

The man asked if that was why she was hesitating.

Just as Gayeon was about to speak, her eyes belatedly fell on Kiril’s body.

The p*nis that had been flaunting such a fearsome presence was now hanging limp.

Even so, it was still a massive piece of flesh.

He looked at Gayeon’s face as she stared at his p*nis, as though amused.

Picking up the bottled water set beside the sink, Kiril rinsed his mouth and smiled.

“No. Because I think I might pounce on you myself.”

The man’s movement, as he drank the rest of the water, came to a stop.

Gayeon pulled down her tightly clinging riding pants below her hips and continued.

“Because you’re my type.”

In truth, rather than him really being her type, she had simply wanted to see this man flustered and had blurted it out on impulse.

At Gayeon’s provocative words, Kiril took the bottle from his mouth and smiled in a sticky way.

“Then try making it stand.”

His hand toyed with the flesh.

He blatantly told her to come and s*ck it.

Gayeon removed her underwear completely.

His eyes swept over the split between her smooth legs, recently made bare by hair removal.

Looking back and forth between him and his p*nis, she walked into the shower booth.

Just before the shower water came pouring down, she heard a short, breathy laugh.

When she came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, his subordinate and Elin were standing in front of the bed.

With anxious eyes, Elin hurried over and first draped an outer garment over Gayeon’s shoulders.

The room had already been cleaned up neatly.