3.3 slight spg

Seonho, the villa, the wine, and even this provocative dress—all meticulously orchestrated by Joo-eun.

Ah, Cha Joo-eun. Does your brain only work efficiently at times like this? I should have realized when Seonho joined this farewell party.

“What’s wrong?”

Chaeyoon blankly stared at Seonho, who was looking at her questioningly from the sofa.

What should I do? How should I handle this?

The message, ‘You’re an idiot if you don’t make a ‘mistake’, echoed in her mind. In front of her was Seonho, whose sculpted face was even more pronounced in the dim lighting.

“Sigh.”

Chaeyoon took a deep breath.

She had to make a decision quickly. 

Do I take this opportunity that Joo-eun has given me or not?

When Chaeyoon didn’t answer, Seonho got up from the couch and slowly walked over to the dining table.

“What happened to Joo-eun?”

Finally, Seonho stood in front of her. Even then, Chaeyoon had not made up her mind.

After all, what Joo-eun gave her was merely an opportunity. s*x isn’t something one does alone.

Somewhat cowardly, Chaeyoon decided to leave the decision in Seonho’s hands.

“She ran away.”

Chaeyoon straightened up and looked up at Seonho, who was much taller than her.

“Ran away?”

Seonho tilted his head as if he couldn’t understand.

Chaeyoon’s body reacted sharply again to a trivial, insignificant movement.

“She said she would give me one night with you as a gift.”

The choice of words was awkward, given her stiff demeanor.

Even she felt it was pathetic and wanted to bite her tongue. Seonho too was accustomed to the commanding presence typical of a chaebol’s heir. He would surely find the notion of being traded as a gift distasteful.

This was supposed to be a reciprocal arrangement. If they were to have a night for creating ‘hot and beautiful memories’, it had to be mutually desired, but the way she had phrased it was a mistake from the start.

And I call myself a marketing major.

No. Maybe this shouldn’t be treated like a transaction at all. Perhaps it’s best to start fresh?

Ah, I don’t know. My thoughts are all over the place; am I already drunk? 

Chaeyoon moistened her dry lips with her tongue, regretting that the wine was too far away.

“A night with me, huh? How could that possibly be a gift?”

There was no offense in Seonho’s languid voice. But she couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

“Don’t you know what it means for a man and a woman to spend a night together?”

“I guess I’m too naive to understand.”

Seonho smirked playfully.

Naive, right.

“I once told Joo-eun that I wanted to sleep with you. She cares about me very much, so she arranged this night with wine and you as a gift.”

I’m screwed. I should have kept my dignity, but I actually said, “I wanted to sleep with you.” What happened to all my quick thinking and brilliant ideas at work?

I must be drunk. I must be drunk.

She must be drunk. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have expressed such a raw truth, one she would kick herself for later.

“Huh, that’s interesting.”

Seonho chuckled softly, narrowing his eyes as he leaned in towards Chaeyoon.

As Chaeyoon took a step back, she found herself pressed against the edge of the table, with no room to retreat. Seonho reached out with both hands and gripped the table, trapping Chaeyoon against him.

“Interesting?” 

His reaction made her feel slightly embarrassed.

I shouldn’t have gotten caught. How would I look at this guy’s face from now on? Or better yet, maybe I wouldn’t have to.

“I didn’t think you’d want to sleep with me. It’s interesting.”

Seonho’s fingertips gently touched Chaeyoon’s cheek, sending a shock through her body as if she had been struck by lightning. She shivered from the intense sensation that even such a light touch could provoke.

The urge to flee was overwhelming and she reached up to push his hand away from her cheek.

“Right, it’s an interesting thing, so I apologize to you… hmm.”

Seonho’s lips met hers mid-sentence, cutting her off.

Their breath mingled, their lips melded softly, and his hot tongue slipped between them. Chaeyoon opened her lips willingly, accepting his strong but sweet tongue. 

Her hands instinctively wrapped around his neck, and one of his hands was on her waist while the other firmly held the back of her head, pulling her closer to him. 

Much like their academic endeavors where they both delved deeply, their kissing was slow but persistent, exploring each other’s tongues and lips without yielding an inch, as if competing.

The slurping sounds of their tongues tangling and grinding against each other were deafening.

As her hardened n*pples grazed against his chest, a sweet pain swept through her, and a firm pillar pressed threateningly against her lower abdomen.

She gasped, not sure if it was because of the lack of oxygen during the kiss or the intense stimulation from his body pressing against hers.

“Haah, haah.”

Chaeyoon gasped for air as his lips parted from hers.

“What are you apologizing for?”

Seonho, still with his lips pressed close, asked with each movement tickling her senses, his low, husky voice blending into a sweet violin melody that tickled her ears.

“You wanted to sleep with me?”

Seonho spoke again before Chaeyoon could answer. Then his tongue flicked over Chaeyoon’s lips like a brush.

“That’s nothing to be sorry about.”

He gently tugged at Chaeyoon’s lower lip with his teeth.

“It doesn’t mean I want to date you. It’s definitely not because I have feelings for you. It’s just an impulse to sleep with you once.”

Though her body was ablaze and her heart and veins seemed to pulse wildly, Chaeyoon tried to keep her voice as emotionless and dry as possible.

“You should have said so earlier. There was no need for Joo-eun to get involved.”

His tongue licked Chaeyoon’s auricle and nibbled on her earlobe.

Hah.

A tingling sensation pierced her core like a dagger, and she swallowed her moan silently. 

Anticipation and the desire to escape rose in her at the same time.

The saying went, ‘what looks good tastes good’, and being in such close contact with someone inherently sexy was overwhelmingly stimulating.

Feeling as if she might be consumed by him, Chaeyoon pushed against his chest with both hands to separate their bodies.

“You think I wouldn’t have bothered to sleep with you if I told you earlier?”

She knew how much he was annoyed by the women who clung to him, which was why she had no intention of joining the clingy crowd.

“Because it’s you. I wanted to sleep with you, too.”

Seonho narrowed his eyes and smiled lazily. That smile of his could be categorized as dangerously charming.

“Well, that’s good. I’m glad we’re on the same page. Let’s have some more wine.”

Chaeyoon walked back to the sofa.

She needed the strength of alcohol. Filling her empty glass with wine, she gulped it down.

Her burning thirst was quenched and the sweet, fruity flavor spread across her mouth, and she felt a little more at ease.

“Why? Are you nervous about sleeping with me now? Should I give you an aphrodisiac?”

Seonho refilled Chaeyoon’s glass. She felt a little embarrassed by his laid-back demeanor, but she couldn’t help but feel nervous.

“Never mind that.”

She scoffed at the mention of an aphrodisiac.

So typical of a decadent chaebol heir. 

“I have something safe.”

“I’m a law-abiding human. Alcohol is enough.”

Seonho now sat very closely to her, unlike before.

Chaeyoon hadn’t noticed until now, but he smelled the same white musk as she did, probably because they used the same body wash.

“How about this then?” 

Seonho picked up a piece of chocolate from a plate and offered it to her.

“Chocolate, nice.”

After taking a sip of wine, Chaeyoon took the chocolate from his hand and popped it into her mouth.

“Did you know? In Roman times, chocolate was considered an aphrodisiac for lovers to share during the night.”

“Did you think saying that would make me blush and get embarrassed? Do you think I’m that naive?”

“I’m just trying to help you because I think you’re too nervous. To help you relax.”

“How thoughtful of you. Anything else you suggest to help?”

Chaeyoon asked provocatively.

Seonho took her hand and pulled it towards his shirt buttons.

“How about we start by unbuttoning these?”

“That sounds like a good idea.”

The wine she’d hastily drunk was starting to do its job. The tension had subsided.

The tension usually reserved for Seonho transformed back into the competitive spirit she often felt around him. Reflecting on it, it seemed to have always been this way.

Whenever she felt an inexplicable tension around him, Chaeyoon converted that discomfort into a kind of combativeness, a way to ensure she wasn’t overtaken by him.

Leaning back on the sofa, she lazily met his gaze with a sleepy smile and began unbuttoning his shirt one by one. Soon, all the buttons were undone.

Chaeyoon spread open his shirt with both hands, revealing well-defined chest muscles that looked perfectly sculpted. 

The beauty of his musculature made her understand why medieval sculptors were so fascinated with carving the male form.

She caressed his chest muscles slowly with her palms, feeling their firmness under her touch. A languid sigh escaped his lips in response to her movements.

“You’ve been working out hard, haven’t you? Your muscles are impressive.”

“Really? What about here? I think this is the most impressive part.”

Seonho then took her hand, which had been wandering over his chest, and guided it down to his aroused state. 

The sudden shift in intimacy hinted at his intentions, directing her touch to a more intimate encounter, steering the night towards a more explicit territory.