Her back arched involuntarily, and as if anticipating the moment, Hwi-gang’s hand slipped under her waist, his touch both firm and teasing.

‘Why is everything so vivid?

Seol-ah shook her head, trying to push the memories away, but they unraveled in her mind like an endless thread, filling her thoughts. The warmth of Hwi-gang’s hands that had once held her tightly still seemed to linger at her waist, sending shivers down her spine.

“It’s so tight – are you sure you can handle me?”

She remembered Hwi-gang’s words when he had touched her. Seol-ah’s face flushed a deep red, burning like the glow of a sunset.

“What are you thinking about right now? Are you remembering us having s*x?”

Hwi-gang’s lazy voice cut through her thoughts.

“W-What? Are you crazy?”

Seol-ah’s voice rose involuntarily, her surprise making it impossible to hide her flustered state. She immediately felt the weight of the nearby diners’ curious gazes and quickly bowed her head in embarrassment.

Just then, Hwi-gang’s smooth voice echoed in her mind again.

“If I don’t do it this way, you’ll get hurt.”

The memory of him gently spreading her tight p*ssy with his fingers flashed through her mind and made Seol-ah exhale sharply. She slapped her cheeks lightly, trying to free herself from the overwhelming thoughts.

“Please, just stop.”

Seol-ah begged silently, desperately trying to push away the relentless flood of memories. But Hwi-gang, as if he could see right through her, gave her a knowing look and spoke confidently.

“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?”

“N-no, absolutely not… I swear that’s not it.”

Seol-ah tried to insist, but her voice wavered as another vivid memory surfaced.

“Ah, it’s too deep.”

“Hang in there. It’ll feel good soon.”

Her words faltered, betraying her denial, and the heat on her face intensified.

Before Hwi-gang had even fully entered her, Seol-ah had twisted her body, moaning from the sheer pressure. She remembered the overwhelming sensation of his massive size stretching her p*ssy as he thrust, her lower abdomen rippling with every movement.

The thought sent a jolt through her and she couldn’t help but remember that Hwi-gang size was easily double the size of Jung-jae.

As soon as this realization hit her, the muscles in her thighs tightened and she felt herself getting wet.

‘Jin Seol-ah, what is happening to you?’ she thought in panic.

Feeling the unexpected reaction of her body, Seol-ah was nervous. She was afraid that Hwi-gang would notice the changes in her body if she sat any longer. Without a second thought, she stood up abruptly.

Seol-ah quickly removed the ring from her fourth finger and placed it on the table.

“This doesn’t belong to me. I’m giving it back. I’m leaving now.”

Without waiting for an answer, she ran towards the entrance of the buffet restaurant, practically fleeing. Hwi-gang made no move to stop her, instead calmly watching her retreat. His eyes glowed mysteriously as he stared at the round ring on the table.

“We’ll see each other again soon,” he murmured to himself, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Hwi-gang picked up the ring from the table, his fingers playing idly with it as his pupils darkened.

“This is for you, my boy. When you find the woman you want to marry, put this ring on her finger and bring her home, will you? I’d like to see you married before I die. If I could hold my great-grandchild in my arms before I die, I’d have no regrets. But that’s too much to ask, isn’t it? They’ve only given me a year to live – when are you going to meet someone, get married and have a child? Tsk tsk, an old man with one foot in the grave, dreaming too much. It’s too much to hope for, isn’t it, Hwi-gang?”

Hwi-gang’s eyes clouded as the weight of his grandfather’s words hung in the air and his fingers tightened around the ring.

It was the first time Hwi-gang had ever seen his grandfather so vulnerable. His brow furrowed deeply.

Marriage? What’s the big deal?

The only real family he had left by blood was his grandfather, and the old man’s last wish was to see his grandson married before he died. That much, at least, Hwi-gang could give him.

It wasn’t an impossible wish.

Only yesterday he had met with his grandfather’s doctor, who had told him that his grandfather’s condition was getting worse, not better. Determined to fulfill his grandfather’s wish, Hwi-gang decided to move forward and get married quickly. Feeling depressed after the meeting, he went to his usual wine bar to clear his head.

As he sat at the bar, sipping the whisky he kept there, a woman sitting next to him struck up a conversation.

At first, Hwi-gang frowned, annoyed at the sight of a woman who was already tipsy, even though it was early in the evening. He wasn’t the type to enjoy being approached by strangers – especially women who initiated the conversation. Normally he kept his defences up with a cold stare and a perpetually stern expression, which was usually enough to keep people at a distance.

Last night, however, feeling more depressed than usual, he exuded such an intense aura of gloom that it seemed to radiate a few meters around him, making him completely unapproachable. But the woman next to him, already drinking heavily, seemed completely oblivious – probably too drunk to notice his intimidating presence. Without hesitation, she started talking to him.

“Drinking alone, huh? Did you have your heart broken too? How about we make a toast, just the two of us, heartbroken souls?”

The woman slurred, her eyes unfocused and her words clouded by alcohol. It wasn’t even that late, but she had clearly had far too much to drink. Normally, Hwi-gang would have ignored someone like her, continued drinking, or simply moved to another seat. But when she mentioned heartbreak, it struck a chord, and before he knew it, he found himself responding.

The word triggered memories of his first love—the one who had rejected him completely, leaving him with the perfect sting of heartache.

“Heartbreak?”

“Yeah, I’m heartbroken… no, actually it’s more like betrayed. Hey, could you do me a favor and listen to what I have to say? After you’ve heard me out, tell me if this kind of breakup is normal or if I’m just overreacting by being so angry.”

For the first time, Hwi-gang turned to look directly at the woman. She wasn’t the type to turn heads with her beauty, but her features were charming – her face small and delicate. But it wasn’t her appearance that made him listen. Normally, he wouldn’t have given a stranger’s drunken ramblings the time of day.