13.1

Pulling up in front of Chaeyoon’s house, Seonho looked over at the passenger seat. Chaeyoon was sleeping soundly like a baby.

It wasn’t the first time he had seen her asleep, but today she seemed especially cute. 

Is she totally drunk?

Seonho couldn’t bring himself to wake her up right away and spent a while just looking at her. He brushed her hair back, touched her ear, and then gently stroked her forehead, eyebrows, the bridge of her nose, cheeks, and lips in sequence.

Should I kiss her? Would she be upset if I kissed her without her permission while she was asleep?

Seonho thought as he absentmindedly traced her lips with his thumb.

Even though after several nights together, why couldn’t I grow closer to you?

She started out as someone he wanted to sleep with for one night, and that one night turned into two, then three, but they weren’t lovers. They were more like disposable partners, ending as soon as they parted ways.

Therefore, as they were not lovers, Seonho had no right to kiss Chaeyoon without her permission while she was asleep. He needed to ask for permission every time they met.

He thought a one-night stand wasn’t a bad thing. He hadn’t anticipated that the first night would make him crave a second and third.

From his point of view, it was fortunate that Chaeyoon did not want to be his lover. No complications, just simplicity.

But there was this inexplicable pit of fire welling up inside him. 

When they had bumped into each other at Joo-eun’s place, he had been very angry because Chaeyoon avoided his gaze, but upon reflection, he realized he wasn’t angry but rather hurt. It felt like she was denying him and the time they had spent together.

“Hmm.”

Stirred by Seonho’s touch, Chaeyoon half-opened her eyes. Her drowsy gaze, still clouded by alcohol and sleep, looked so lovely that Seonho couldn’t help but smile broadly.

“Are you awake?”

“Yeah.”

Chaeyoon stretched out her arms, wrapped them around the nape of Seonho’s neck, and casually kissed him. The kiss, which was hot to begin with, grew deeper and deeper, raising the temperature in the car.

“Can you stay with me today?”

Seonho asked in a soft voice as he broke the kiss.

“Huh?”

Chaeyoon looked at him as if she didn’t understand what he was talking about.

“You said you should spend Christmas with your family.”

Only then did Chaeyoon blink and look around, still groggy from alcohol and slow to grasp the situation.

“What’s going on?”

“Don’t you remember? You left Joo-eun’s place and got into my car. We’re in front of your house.”

“In front of my house?”

Chaeyoon repeated the words like a parrot in a confused voice.

“Do you even know where you are?”

Seonho chuckled and kissed Chaeyoon again. They once again lost themselves in the kiss.

“Hah.”

When their lips parted, Chaeyoon sighed sweetly.

“Let’s go to my place.”

Seonho whispered temptingly, nibbling on her earlobe.

“No, I can’t. Christmas is for spending with family. It’s our family tradition.”

Despite her words, disappointment was evident in Chaeyoon’s voice. Seonho didn’t miss the opportunity.

“Do you want to watch the sunrise on New Year’s Day with me?”

“The sunrise?”

“Let’s do what we’re missing now, on that day.”

Seonho rained kisses down on Chaeyoon’s eyelids and face, distracting her from her thoughts.

“Hmm?”

Seonho urged her for an answer, almost pleading.

***

[I’m leaving now. Get ready.]

Seeing the text from Seonho, Chaeyoon quickly called him.

“Are you really going to go?”

• You said you were going.

“But I was drunk that day…”

Chaeyoon hesitated uncharacteristically.

• You’re going to use alcohol as an excuse? So, what happened in the car, you attacking me, was that also an act committed in a state of diminished responsibility?

“What attack? It was just a kiss.”

Chaeyoon cut off his words, startled.

• Oh? You remember everything. And yet you try to cancel the promise you made with me using alcohol as an excuse? Is that the kind of girl you are?

“Fine, let’s go. But be prepared for what’s coming.”

Chaeyoon gritted her teeth.

• Damn. The way you say that makes me look forward to it even more.

Seonho’s husky laugh, oozing with s*xiness, came through the phone.

“Bye.”

Chaeyoon shouted and abruptly ended the call.

“They say alcohol is the enemy, and now I know why.”

How could I make such a mistake? How could I be so drunk when I hadn’t even had a few drinks?

Chaeyoon berated herself, scratching her head in frustration.

Among the patchy, erased memories, she clearly remembered the provocative kiss she and Seonho had shared in the car.

Honestly, when she had just woken up, she hadn’t known where she was. Seonho was there, and so she kissed him. She had mistaken it for Jeju Island.

Had Seonho been more insistently seductive, regardless of the family gathering, she might have followed him without hesitation.

She had wanted Seonho so badly at that moment that it wasn’t just the alcohol talking.

She had wanted to explore every inch of his body and give herself completely to him, an intense impulse she hardly managed to resist.

Even now, thinking about that moment makes her body burn with desire. She doesn’t know if it’s because of the atmosphere at the time or because of Seonho.

That’s why she hastily agreed to Seonho’s suggestion to watch the sunrise together.

“I swore I wouldn’t see him again.”

Chaeyoon muttered, looking at the reddening sky.

Thinking of Seonho brings both anticipation and anxiety. The anticipation is clear: the pl*asure he provides. The anxiety has been there much longer.

‘So what you’re saying is that the great Han Chaeyoon is afraid of falling in love with Yoon Seonho?’

She remembered something Joo-eun had said once.

She remembered how she’d replied, that she wasn’t afraid but was just being cautious from the start.

“This is not love. I’m not that weak.”

Chaeyoon shook her head and vehemently denied it.

Yes, this anxiety is just a habit from the past when I tried to avoid Seonho. Seonho probably doesn’t want our relationship to go any further than this.

Today, Chaeyoon had purchased a ticket to London. So spending a few more days with Seonho before leaving Korea won’t change their relationship.

With this thought in mind, Chaeyoon felt better and pulled out a suitcase to start packing.

“Yoon Seonho, brace yourself. You’re done for today.”

Chaeyoon smirked devilishly, salaciously as she looked in the mirror.

***

“Haa, hmmm…….”

Chaeyoon looked down at Seonho, gasping beneath her.

His cheeks were flushed with heat from her caresses, and he was crying out in pl*asure. His decadently beautiful appearance at the peak of pl*asure was indescribable.

“Chaeyoon, please…”

Seonho squirmed and begged. But with his hands tied to the bed railing, he couldn’t move further.

“Please, what?”

Chaeyoon stroked his cheek with a cruel smile.

Instead of answering, Seonho’s gaze fell on his own er*ect body, and on her c*nt, teasing him, rubbing only without taking him in.

“Why, do you want to put it in?”

Chaeyoon firmly grasped his swollen c*ck with her palm.

“I’m going to lose my mind.”

Seonho groaned in agony, breathing even more heavily.

“I said to look forward to it, so do you see how meticulously I’m moving, I’m trying to get you excited?”

Chaeyoon moved her hand with extreme precision.

“Please, please, Chaeyoon…”

Seonho was almost breathless. Chaeyoon continued to caress and stimulate his entire body, offering pleasure but deliberately delaying his ultimate release. It was almost like a form of torture.

At the peak of intense agony, all Seonho could do was beg Chaeyoon to end his torment. 

Finally, she enveloped his aching m*mber with her wet and slick center.

“Ah…”

Seonho was instantly lost in ecstasy. Chaeyoon moved her body back and forth, pulling him deeper into her, stimulating every part of him.

“Haa, haa……, Chaeyoon, mmmmm…….”

Seonho’s voice sounded like a song as he panted and moaned shallowly.

Even his moans are as pretty as flowers.

Stimulated by his enticing appearance, Chaeyoon let out a low sigh as intense pleasure spread through her.