8.1 

Chaeyoon took another sip of wine, enjoying the flavors and aromas, then picked up a piece of cheese for a snack, and noticed the chocolates that were placed together on the plate.

Golden sweet wine and chocolate.

A second, more intense wave of déjà vu hit her, clearer this time. Memories of the night they spent together at the Yangpyeong villa surfaced—she had been wearing a slip-like red dress, not unlike the red slip she wore now.

After washing off the smell of smoke from the barbecue and changing into cocktail party attire under Joo-eun’s insistence, they drank wine together.

The differences were the location and the scents emanating from their bodies. The body wash provided here had a fresh tangerine citrus scent.

Then she received a text from Joo-eun, who had run away, saying: [LOL. It’s a gift for your study abroad. Make some hot and beautiful memories.]

Could it be the same this time? Where did I put my phone?

Chaeyoon felt like she had to check her phone because she was expecting another text from Joo-eun.

“Junsu said he was taking a night flight back, didn’t he?”

Even though she was drinking wine, her throat was dry and her voice cracked. She felt the same tension as that night, creeping up on her again.

“He’s gone.”

“Why aren’t you going?”

What on earth was Seonho thinking, staying in this room?

“It’s the weekend from tomorrow. Might as well enjoy myself.”

Unlike Chaeyoon, his demeanor was so laid back.

“You’re planning to stay and play, then. But shouldn’t you go back to your own place to sleep?”

“I’ll sleep here.”

Seonho responded as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Why?”

“Because I own a share here, too.”

Seonho casually surveyed the luxurious duplex suite of the recently opened high-end resort.

The suite was decorated in a clean ivory tone with appropriate touches of light pink accessories, making it ideal for newlyweds. Although it was night and they couldn’t see outside, the view during the day of the sea and forest was undoubtedly spectacular.

This was the suite that Seokhyun had carefully prepared for the newlyweds. Since the newlyweds would be traveling on an ultra-luxury yacht, Seokhyun had asked Chaeyoon to rest until the day after the reservation was made.

“Your share.”

It was true. Because Seonho had provided the yacht, she had the luxury of occupying this room.

“I’m fair, so I’ll acknowledge your claim on the share. But—”

“But?”

“You have a villa and a resort and a hotel that you can use 24/7, 365 days a year, and yet you covet this room that I’m only staying in for two nights and three days. You who usually spend money lavishly, why be petty now, huh? Trying to claim everything.”

Chaeyoon lost her usual composure and became somewhat emotional.

“Do you think I covet just a three-room suite?”

Suddenly, Seonho leaned toward Chaeyoon with a mischievous smile.

Chaeyoon gasped like someone who had been ambushed.

“What then?”

Her voice was completely cracked and hoarse.

“Don’t you, a smart girl, know what I desire?”

Me?

The thought instantly came to her mind, but she couldn’t say it aloud. Normally outspoken, this was something she just couldn’t express.

“Yeah, you.”

But Seonho continued,

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You just thought about it.”

He moved over and sat down next to Chaeyoon, cupped her cheek with his hand, and leaned in close as if he were about to kiss her.

But the kiss didn’t happen. Just as their lips were about to touch, Seonho stopped.

“These days, you have to ask for consent before kissing someone. Should I be asking for your consent?”

“Will you not do it if I refuse?”

Perhaps due to her lack of oxygen or because Seonho was so close, Chaeyoon felt dizzy, as if her head was spinning.

“Refuse? Where did the combative Chaeyoon from that day go?”

Every time Seonho spoke, their lips almost touched, but they never did. Instead, his breath tickled against her lips.

She had thought that he had erased the memory of that day with his unfazed expression, but that wasn’t the case. And this time, it wasn’t her but he who was asking for s*x.

“Do you want to sleep with me again?”

“We’ve slept once; we can sleep twice, right?”

According to Chaeyoon’s logic, ‘it was possible.’ If that weren’t possible, then the first time should never have happened either.

The situation hadn’t changed either. Back then, she was about to go abroad for her studies, and now, she was on a short vacation before heading back to London.

“That’s true.”

As soon as Chaeyoon spoke, his lips covered hers like a typhoon.

“Hmm.”

A moan escaped her as his tongue probed her mouth.

“I’ve noticed before, your moans are really sweet. Makes me want to keep tasting them.”

I find your whispers even sweeter.

Her body leaned back, and her robe slipped, revealing a provocatively sensual red silk nightgown on the floor.

Her n*pples stood out through the sheer silk nightgown she’d worn, intent on enjoying the suite properly.

Seonho, without removing her nightgown, took her n*pple in his mouth and rolled the tip with his tongue greedily sucking it.

“Ah.”

His hands, lips, and tongue mercilessly crushed her br*asts. A shiver ran down her spine as she remembered the ecstasy of that first night with him.

Chaeyoon arched her back, surrendering herself to him, and enjoying his touch and kisses. At the same time, she reached out and caressed his solid thighs.

The uniquely firm texture of his flesh under her palm was incredibly addictive, making it impossible for her to stop caressing him.

His lips, which had wandered on her br*asts, captured her lips once again. She cradled his head in her arms and pushed him against the back of the couch. His body complied. Then she climbed onto his thighs and sat down.

With one hand, Chaeyoon opened the front of Seonho’s robe, revealing his well-defined chest muscles. 

She rubbed that magnificent chest with her palm, and her fingertips caught on a small n*pple the size of a bean. Chaeyoon teased it, pressing and twisting with the tips of her fingers.

“Hah, Chaeyoon…….”

As Seonho moaned and threw his head back, the tear ducts at the corner of his eyes became visible.

These tear ducts are decadent even today.

Smack!

Every time she saw them, Chaeyoon found herself irresistibly kissing those decadent tear ducts at the corners of his eyes.

It was like a magical spot that she couldn’t bear without kissing.

Then, she nuzzled the nape of his neck, which was masculine in contrast to his delicate face.

“That hurts.”

His voice was languid for someone claiming to be in pain.

The sensual look in his eyes as he looked up at her stirred a heat that filled her belly. Along with it, curiosity and a sense of challenge spilled out.

She’d shy away from him before doing anything, but once she began, she became utterly bold. This was true even for s*x.

“Does it hurt?”

Chaeyoon licked the spot she had bitten as if to soothe it.

“You left marks on my neck before too.”

“Did I? I didn’t know, sorry.”

“Let’s go to the bed.”

Unable to hold back any longer, Seonho spoke in a low voice. He wanted to delve more intensely into her body on the bed.

“Mm, no.”

Chaeyoon shook her head, then detached her body from his with a decisiveness that bordered on coldness.

“You’re not saying we should stop now, are you?”

Seonho’s eyebrows knitted together in a fierce arc.

“Of course not.”

“Then what is it?”

“There’s something I want to try.”

Chaeyoon didn’t go far. She simply moved next to the sofa where they had been sitting. 

She perched her b*ttocks on the edge of the sofa and lifted one leg onto the table. As she did so, the smooth red fabric slid up her thighs, revealing her bright red v*lva blossoming between her spread legs.

Seonho inhaled sharply, stopped in his tracks by the intense sight.