CHAPTER 45 

At this point, it seemed appropriate to thrust roughly, but Taegyeom seemed determined to just watch Leeseo inserting him herself. Leeseo lowered her head deeply, deliberately, at her own pace, swallowing him slowly.

The contours of his p*nis pushed and molded against her inner walls, vividly etched as if it might drive her insane. It was difficult to withstand the sensation he engraved into her, as though he was chiseling on her. Her mind grew fuzzy.

She almost wished he would just thrust violently into her waist. She wanted nothing more than to be ruthlessly penetrated.

She lifted her resentful eyes. Their gazes met at such a close distance that their noses almost touched. Taegyeom’s eyes, reddened with excitement, flickered with a fierce fervor. He, too, was holding back his impulses.

“Put it in me. Hard…”

Finally, Taegyeom’s composure snapped as he yielded to his instincts. His eyes flashed white with furious heat.

He forcefully raised his hips as if to explode his pent-up desire. At the same time, he pulled Leeseo’s hips down, immobilizing her completely. His fully engorged c*ck plunged in forcefully and mercilessly. Like a beast thrusting its fangs into its prey’s throat, there was no hesitation or reservation.

It felt like he was reshaping her soul, filling her completely. An unknown sensation surged overwhelming her, making even breathing a challenge. She wondered if others endured this terrifying sensation during s*x, the intense pleasure of the relentless physicality felt foreign and eerie.

Leeseo reached her climax just from the penetration. Her shoulders trembled as she collapsed onto him. Taegyeom breathed a sigh against the nape of her neck as he held her close.

“…Warm.”

She felt his heartbeat synchronized with hers, a rhythm of thudding sensations.

“Feels like pudding inside.”

“…”

“It’s slippery and wet and hot, like it’s going to melt my d*ck, and sometimes it makes me frustrated…….”

He nibbled at the nape of her neck like he was really angry, and began to greedily thrust his hips aggressively. The tingling sensation pierced through her entire body like a torrential downpour. Completely overwhelmed, he gripped her waist, and as she hangs onto him, he grabbed the edge of the tub and pulled himself up.

The water in the bathtub surged and overflowed like waves in a storm. His c*ck slid across her flesh, slamming into the deepest recesses of her inner walls like a wedge. Her vision blurred.

He moved violently now, losing himself to his instincts. Despite being ensnared by primal desires, his clear and cold eyes bore into Leeseo, consuming her with his gaze.

Feeling tormented by his intense stare, Leeseo decided to close her eyes.

* * *

“Soda?”

Without turning back, Taegyeom opened the refrigerator, his large bare back stood in front of the fridge door. He had nothing on his upper body, wearing only gray sweatpants on his lower half.

“Anything’s fine.”

He chuckled without glancing back. His well-defined back muscles twitched as he moved. He took out a blue plastic bottle and poured ice and soda into a glass. He walked over to Leeseo, who was leaning against the island table, and held it out.

Bubbles fizzed inside the transparent glass. Taegyeom nudged a chair toward Leeseo as she silently accepted the glass.

“Sit. I’ll make something to eat. You must be hungry.”

Without waiting for a response, he turned and walked toward the kitchen. Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks.

Leeseo was still standing by the table, lost in thought with water in her mouth. She looked embarrassed that she hadn’t thought of the right time to leave.

Her bewildered face, clearly revealing her thoughts, looked strangely adorable to him.

This crazy person.

Taegyeom suppressed a wry smile. The sight of Leeseo wearing the white T-shirt he’d lent her, as the one she’d originally worn soaked through with cum, was strangely…… appealing.

“Don’t think about running away. We’ll eat and do it again.”

At the promise of doing it again, the woman’s face, which had been full of plans to run away, was actually relieved. It was as if she had set a firm boundary that she would have nothing to do with him except for s*x.

“How’s your body? You’ve been walking awkwardly, are you sore?”

Leeseo cleared her throat, but was caught off guard by Taegyeom’s question. Despite his casual question, his face exuded nonchalance and ease. His smooth, moisture-laden skin glowed invitingly.

After clearing her throat with a small cough, she replied,

 “I’m a bit sore, but it’s okay.”

“Did I go too rough? I couldn’t control myself.”

Taegyeom said, pulling things out of the fridge and setting them down one by one.

“You know, it seems like you prefer a rough style. You’re secretly manipulating me.”

It was a ridiculous claim, but Leeseo couldn’t deny it. She’d rather have a wild, savage affair than the soft and gentle penetrations typical for lovers.

“Is a sandwich okay?”

He asked casually as he passed by. It was then that Leeseo realized the nature of the discomfort that had been bothering her since earlier.

“Uh, yeah. By the way.”

The ingredients he’d pulled out on the kitchen shelves were all raw.

Since when did the fridge in the annex have that?

“Do you know how to cook?”

“Just sandwiches.”

As he unwrapped the ingredients, Taegyeom glanced briefly at her.

“Sit down. Or just go straight to bed.”

Leeseo shook her head and reluctantly pulled a chair and sat down. The annex echoed with the sounds of him unwrapping groceries, opening cupboards and pulling out cooking utensils.

The sight of Taegyeom standing in the kitchen, his face expressionless, was so unfamiliar and foreign. But he didn’t look clumsy, sloppy, or careless. With restrained movements, he skillfully prepared the food with only necessary actions.

Not long after, he placed a plate in front of her. The plate was decorated with a golden mosaic pattern around the edge, and a decent-looking sandwich lay on it, cut in half for easy consumption.

The peanut buttered bread was layered with grilled ham and cheese thinly sliced, with melted cheese dripping down the edges. The bread was lightly toasted and golden brown.

When the sweet and nutty aroma pierced her nose, her appetite awakened. Taegyeom place a small bowl with blueberries next to her, then he picked up the sandwich for himself. He hadn’t cut his in half.

Seeing him take a bite of his own, Leeseo also took a bite of the sandwich. She opened her mouth wide and bit down, her eyes widening at the familiar yet strange flavor.

Seeing Leeseo’s slightly surprised expression at his unexpected high level culinary skills, Taegyeom chuckled.

“I won’t kill you with my cooking. I managed to survive after living alone for a long time.”

The sandwich was so good that she thought “enough to eat” was an overly modest statement. He watched her for a moment as she bit into the sandwich until her cheeks were round, then stood up, took her half-empty glass and refilled it with ice and soda.

Leeseo, who swallowed all of the sandwich in her mouth and took a sip of the refreshing soda, hesitated a bit before speaking.

“It’s delicious. Honestly, I pictured you as someone who’d just buy food.”

“Most of the time I do, but there’s a limit to how much I can buy, and I don’t like people coming in and out of my house, so sometimes I have to do it myself.”

He suddenly reached out his hand. Leeseo had no choice but to let his fingertips touch her lower lip smoothly. Her shoulders stiffened.

“Strictly speaking, this isn’t really my home, but I tend to let you play by the rules here.”

Taegyeom, with an indifferent expression, lightly brushed his thumb over Leeseo’s lips, seemingly unconcerned. His tongue followed to lick his fingertips that had touched her lips. Leeseo gently bit her own lips.

She could feel the lukewarm heat and the sweet taste of peanut butter where his fingertips had been.

“I just don’t like things to deviate from a certain standard in the way I organize things, in the areas I control.”

His tone was casual, as if he were telling someone else’s story. Despite sharing his own experiences, he maintained a detached and mocking attitude that didn’t make Leeseo feel uncomfortable.

The way he organizes things, his controlled area, certain boundaries.

Leeseo recalled the first time she entered the annex, where Taegyeom had been a jerk and standoffish. Even now, she couldn’t say he was a comfortable person, he’s by no means an easy person to get along with, but back then, Taegyeom seemed like a wild animal baring its sharp teeth in response to its territory being invaded.

She glanced around the interior of the annex, which lacked any sense of lifestyle and felt like it could be featured in an interior design magazine. While he cooked, he also tidied up the kitchen impeccably. The kitchen was so neat that if she were to ask him to destroy it, he might obliterate it without hesitation. To her, who was far from meticulous in her daily life, his level of organization and cleanliness was awe-inspiring.

“Someone told me this was a disease.”

He muttered in a low voice, sounding as if he were recounting something tedious and mundane. Then he looked up, meeting her eyes.

The air around Kwon Taegyeom changed in an instant. Her spine tensed, as if a loose nerve had been pulled taut.

“You’ve noticed, my strange habits.”