Side Story 1.8

Leeseo, who had been rendered speechless, let out a series of hollow laughs before furrowing her brows and speaking in a slightly irritated tone.  

“Still, it’s way too bright here. Everything is so blatantly visible.”  

“My wife is certainly shy.”  

“Don’t you think you’re the one who’s completely shameless?”  

“Wasn’t that why you liked me?”  

“When did I ever…! On what basis…”  

“I vividly remember you staring at my d*ck, completely mesmerized. Don’t deny it.”  

After dropping such a bombshell, his lips curled into an annoyingly attractive smirk.  

“W-what did you just say…? Me? Mesmerized by what…?”  

She was so flustered and indignant that she couldn’t even form proper sentences. Her words came out stammered, and her face flushed red with heat. Taegyeom, on the other hand, remained as relaxed as ever, as if recalling a fond memory. His lips softened into a sweet smile.  

“You ogled it thoroughly, then turned beet red and ran off without looking back.”  

“…”  

“How could I ever forget? You were so adorably flustered.”  

“Ha. Unbelievable.”  

Leeseo shot back with a sharp retort.  

“Sorry, but I think we have very different recollections. Far from being mesmerized, I found you absolutely insufferable back then. Your filthy personality was so overwhelming that I didn’t even notice what was below your waist.”  

“Lies.”  

Where did this sky-high confidence of his even come from?  

Taegyeom tilted his chin upward and lazily swept his gaze over Leeseo. The smug smile on his face was infuriating, yet undeniably captivating. Despite herself, she found her heart wavering again at her husband’s breathtaking appearance. Frustrated by her own reaction, she responded with a defiant tone.  

“Don’t be so full of yourself.”  

“See? Even now, you can’t stop staring at my d*ck.”  

“That’s because it keeps swinging back and forth! My eyes just go there automatically…”  

At this point, she wasn’t even sure what she was saying anymore. She was just blurting out words. Taegyeom, finding her adorable, bit down on his lower lip to suppress a laugh. The muscles in his jaw tensed, and his expression betrayed his amusement.  

“How honest of you.”  

Once again, she found herself ensnared. For someone so shameless, he had an uncanny way with words. If she let her guard down for even a moment, she’d find herself swept up in his pace, falling right into the traps he set. Looking back, his words were often just sophistry, but they sounded oddly convincing—likely because of that excessively handsome face of his.  

Honestly… he was just too good-looking.  

Taegyeom, noticing that Leeseo was visibly upset, gazed at her affectionately before speaking. His tone was as sweet as honey, a stark contrast to his earlier teasing.  

“Leeseo, you’ve been staring at my d*ck so hungrily that now it’s hard.”  

Now he was even shifting the blame onto her.  

“You’re the one who got aroused on your own, so don’t blame me for it.”  

“I like how that sounds.”  

“…What exactly do you mean by that?”  

When she asked with a puzzled expression, Taegyeom pulled her close, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist. His solid chest and muscular arms enveloped her completely, leaving no room for escape. He leaned in, brushing his lips lightly against her earlobe as he whispered in a sultry tone.  

“You called me ‘yours.’”   

[In the dialogue, Leeseo never explicitly says the word “yours.” Taegyeom is interpreting her phrase, “your own”, from the sentence, “You’re the one who got aroused on your own. Don’t blame me,” as if she called him “hers.”

This is a playful and suggestive misinterpretation on Taegyeom’s part. He takes the possessive tone of “your own” and twists it to imply that she sees him as belonging to her, which he then uses to flirt with her by saying, “You called me ‘yours.’”]

The fine hairs on her neck stood on end as a shiver ran down her spine. Stunned, Leeseo froze in place, and Taegyeom, satisfied with her reaction, suddenly leaned in further.  

Their lips met.  

As always, his kisses came without warning. This time was no different.  

He gently captured her lower lip, making a soft sound as his tongue brushed over it. The sweetness of his touch spread, and her lips instinctively parted. Taegyeom deepened the kiss, exploring her mouth with a deliberate slowness, his tongue teasing and caressing.  

When a faint moan escaped her, he cupped her face with his large hand, pulling her closer. He savored her lips, tilting his head to deepen the kiss further. Their bodies pressed together, and Leeseo let out a soft sigh, which Taegyeom immediately swallowed.  

His tongue intertwined with hers, his hot breath mingling with hers as he explored every corner of her mouth. His lips moved over hers with a deliberate intensity, leaving her breathless.  

As his hand slid down her back, pressing against the curve of her spine, a wave of heat spread through her abdomen.  

It was too much. His kiss was overwhelming.  

Her body, already heated, craved more. Leeseo let out a shaky breath, silently urging him to give her more.  

But despite knowing exactly what she wanted, Taegyeom deliberately slowed his pace, drawing out her anticipation. He brushed his thumb against her cheek as his tongue moved languidly against hers. His half-lidded gaze was intoxicatingly tender.  

Unable to contain herself any longer, Leeseo reached out, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer. Standing on her tiptoes, she deepened the kiss. But just as quickly as it had begun, Taegyeom pulled back, leaving only a light peck on her lips.  

Dazed, she stared at him as he smirked, squinting one eye playfully. His warm breath brushed against her skin as he leaned in again, this time pressing a soft, affectionate kiss to her lips. It was the kind of kiss one might give a child—gentle and sweet.  

Her fingertips tingled with frustration as her unfulfilled desire simmered beneath the surface. Taegyeom, having ignited a fire within her, seemed in no hurry to extinguish it.  

“I’d love nothing more than to take you right here.” 

He murmured.  

“….”  

“But first, you need to eat.”  

Hadn’t he said earlier that she needed to eat to build stamina? He never said anything without a reason. Clearly, he intended to feed her well and then wear her out.  

“Sit down, sweetheart.”  

His overly sweet tone made her laugh in exasperation. Trying to calm the lingering heat in her body, Leeseo pulled out a chair from under the dining table. But Taegyeom wasn’t about to let her go so easily.  

“Where do you think you’re going? Your seat is here.”  

Seated in his chair, he grabbed her arm and pulled her onto his lap. She landed with a soft thud, her body pressed firmly against his.  

Taegyeom wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her as if it were only natural for them to be physically connected at all times while at home. Having grown accustomed to this peculiar rule, Leeseo leaned back against his chest with a resigned sigh.  

His broad chest was more comfortable than any chair. Despite appearing as hard as stone, his muscles were surprisingly soft and warm when relaxed, enveloping her like a cushion. If not for one very distracting issue, it would have been perfect.  

Leeseo shifted uncomfortably and complained.  

“Can’t you do something about this?”  

“Just ignore it.”  

Taegyeom, unconcerned, tightened his grip around her waist, pressing her down even more firmly.  

“You’re unbelievable! How am I supposed to ignore something this big? It keeps poking me!”  

“Well, it’s poking you because you keep squirming on my lap.”  

“Who’s squirming?! Let me go so I can eat properly!”  

“Would you rather I eat you first?”  

His arms tightened around her waist, leaving no room for escape. Beneath her, his er*ction pressed insistently against her, even slipping beneath her negligee to rub against her skin.  

She could feel the slickness of his prec*m spreading between them, and it seemed only a matter of time before he took things further.  

“Your choice. Sit here and enjoy your meal peacefully, or let the food get cold while we do something else.”  

His voice was sweet, his words laced with thinly veiled threats.  

“I’ll end up too full to eat at this rate.”  

“Don’t worry. I’ll feed you slowly.”  

Whether he meant food or something else, she wasn’t sure. Resigned, Leeseo let out a sigh.  

Taegyeom casually picked up a fork, his demeanor at odds with the arousal evident beneath her. As he brought a bite of salad to her lips, she hesitated before opening her mouth.  

The fresh flavors of feta cheese, diced tomatoes, cucumbers, and onions filled her mouth. It was delicious—her favorite dish among the many he prepared.  

Every time she tasted his cooking, she marveled at how effortlessly he created such perfection. It was almost unbelievable that this incredible man was her husband.  

Ah, she was happy.  

Warmth spread through her chest as she leaned further into his embrace, savoring each bite he fed her.  

As he gazed at her, his arms still wrapped around her, Taegyeom asked in a low voice,  

“How is it?”  

“It’s perfect.” 

She replied with a soft smile.  

It was, without a doubt, the perfect morning.