Chapter 1.7

With a short sigh, he slid his hand below her cl*toris. The hot, moist flesh sucked in his finger.

The tender flesh seemed to welcome his finger, then suddenly resisted by clamping down. Hesitant, Baek-geon pushed his finger in deeper, piercing the inner flesh.

“Ah!”

Yoon-jae let out a scream-like moan. Her entire body jolted from the unfamiliar sensation. It was a feeling she couldn’t distinguish between pain or pleasure.

Baek-geon gritted his teeth. Despite only one finger being inside, the tight grip of her vaginal entrance was something else.

The soft yet gripping force was strong and tenacious. He suddenly recalled Yoon-ryeol’s boastful, albeit not quite a boast, words.

Did he call it a modified shellfish? He had forgotten out of disgust, but now it was unmistakably clear. He unconsciously smacked his lips and pushed his finger deeper.

“Ha, ha, CEO…”

Yoon-jae’s eyes were teary. Her hand grabbed his forearm, then slipped weakly. Her spread legs trembled uncontrollably.

Baek-geon inserted his fingers, probing deeply and twisting them. He curled his fingers to scoop out the fluid inside.

The moist and warm flesh seemed to chew on his fingers. It was an unfamiliar and even bewildering experience for him.

Suddenly, he wanted to thrust his aroused self into that tight, soft interior. His desire, raw and instinctual, made him painfully er*ect.

He had to suppress the urge to pull down his pants and insert himself into her immediately.

As his middle finger disappeared inside, his thick thumb pressed firmly on the protruding nub. Each time, Yoon-jae trembled from the dizzying sensation that surged to the top of her head.

The pleasure that pierced through her entire body and struck her mind led her into an unfamiliar realm. It was intense, electrifying, sweet, and bitter.

“Ah, ah, ah! Ahh.”

Reaching the peak of unknown pleasure, she twisted violently. Something unfamiliar stirred within her entrance, soon becoming wet.

“Hah, hah…”

Yoon-jae tried to open her eyes but couldn’t move a finger. Her body didn’t feel like her own. After experiencing such an intense climax, she was overwhelmed.

Baek-geon smiled faintly at her innocent reaction. He withdrew his fingers from her limp body and brought them to his mouth, unhesitatingly extending his tongue.

She smelled of a woman. A sharp, dense female scent. He grimaced after a moment. Within the stimulating fragrance, there was always a deep, sinister swamp hidden.

The woman lay sprawled as if unconscious. Her forehead was covered in cold sweat, and her thighs were smeared with her fluids.

She should be able to pull herself together.

He couldn’t tell how much of the drug she had taken to climax so quickly. Anger surged anew towards So Yoon-ryeol.

Baek-geon despised such deceit. He could bury him half-dead, but it wasn’t someone he could kill easily.

Grinding his teeth, he looked down at the woman, then around the room.

The place where he had left her was a small secret room within his bedroom. It was used occasionally when his subordinates needed to stay close by.

Baek-geon considered whether it would be better to lock her back in the attic but quickly changed his mind. There was a risk that one of his subordinates might secretly touch her.

Baek-geon disliked such possibilities, and Cheong-o was usually good at managing things, but today, even Cheong-o seemed unreliable.

There was no guarantee that Cheong-o wouldn’t cause trouble. It was annoying to see him sneaking fruit and wine earlier.

It was better to eliminate the problem than to leave it. Having decided, Baek-geon left the woman as she was.

She’ll crawl out on her own when she wakes up.

With that thought, Baek-geon sighed and left. He lay on the large bed, startled by the persistent sensation of his still-er*ect self.

He doubted what had captivated him about that unimpressive woman. Yet, he loathed the idea of satisfying his desire with his hand.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Though his mind was clear, his exhausted body quickly demanded rest.

Much time had passed. Baek-geon awoke to a strange sensation. A moist, smooth touch was felt at the tip.

He couldn’t gauge how long he had slept. He reflexively raised his wrist to check the time, only to see a woman’s silhouette hovering above him.

“Damn, what the…”

“Hah.”

With the woman’s low moan, the sticky, narrow passage tightened around him. Baek-geon inhaled sharply at the maddening grip.

Crazy.

He swallowed dryly. The sensation of the flesh walls clinging and scraping along him felt like he would release any moment.

It felt alive and relentless, squeezing him. He grew anxious, fearing he wouldn’t last long like this.

Baek-geon opened his eyes to see the woman’s face riding him. Despite sweating, she didn’t avoid his gaze.

Just as he was about to curse, she moved again. Baek-geon realized his entire length was tightly lodged inside her.

“Hah.”

Her panting figure filled his vision. Surprisingly, she seemed to be at her peak, moaning in pleasure.

“Ah, ha… ahh.”

Her scream-like moans pierced his ears, and Baek-geon lost his rationality to the overwhelming desire. The sensation of her gripping him and the warm fluid pouring over him drove him wild.

His head spun as if all the blood had rushed to the tip, and his mind throbbed. The rationality he had tightly locked away vanished like a dam burst.

All that remained was a fierce, urgent thirst. A primal instinct that he had to release into her immediately.

He grabbed her waist with strong hands and rose, attacking her fiercely.

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“Hah, hah.”

Before mounting Baek-geon, Yoon-jae gasped for breath, barely opening her eyes. Her head felt like it was splitting, and her chest was suffocating.

She struggled to steady her trembling body as she surveyed her surroundings. The dark, small room had nothing but a lone bed and herself.

Light streamed in through the slightly open door. She couldn’t remember if her wet clothes had been removed. She only recognized that she was now n*ked.

Slowly, Yoon-jae rose and gathered her legs to stand on the floor. Her entire body was still hot, possibly from the drug. She felt something trickling between her legs.

Carefully, she touched below her mound, finding sticky, clear fluid on her fingers. Her face remained expressionless, but her earlobes were burning red.

Then, the sensations that had swept over her before sleep and the man who had led them resurfaced in her mind. She was still confused, half lost to the drug.

But the feeling left by the fingers that had stimulated her was still vivid. The pleasure she had never felt before continued to tingle from her spine, stirring deep within her.

Yoon-jae staggered towards the door. She had thought it was Baek-geon’s bedroom but realized it wasn’t.

However, her guess was half correct. What she thought was outside was another room, and a man lay asleep on the large bed.

Yoon-jae’s eyes widened. She rubbed her eyes in disbelief and stared at the sleeping man. Her heart raced at the sight of the sculpted man’s nose and thick hair.

As she considered sneaking away, Yoon-jae stopped, thinking of her brother. If she ran now, Yoon-ryeol would surely die.

She closed her eyes tightly. Even if she left, the man wouldn’t pursue her. But doing so would mean she couldn’t save Yoon-ryeol.

I can’t let that happen.

Resolving herself, Yoon-jae quietly approached the bed. Her lower abdomen throbbed dully. She blushed at the sensation of fluid seeping from her entrance.

She looked down at the sleeping man from beside the bed. She gently lifted the thin blanket, revealing his firm body.

Her gaze couldn’t leave the center of Baek-geon’s body. Even in the dim light, the silhouette of his massive self was unmistakable.

The lingering pleasure kept reminding her, heating her body. Just the fingers had been electrifying, and she couldn’t imagine how it would feel to have that inside her.

The more she reacted to the pleasure, the greater her sense of shame grew. Wanting to save Yoon-ryeol, yet having to go this far, was truly sad and painful.

Don’t think about anything.

If it was destined to happen, it was better to erase her thoughts and surrender. With a tense face, she climbed onto the bed.

Fortunately, the man didn’t wake, perhaps due to exhaustion. Yoon-jae sighed in relief, worried Baek-geon might awaken.

She cautiously touched the man’s pants, unbuckling and unzipping them. She flinched as Baek-geon seemed to move.

But it was his member that stirred, twitching intensely like a living thing. It seemed to be the source of his powerful energy and vitality.

Yoon-jae took a deep breath and grasped the large rod. As she carefully wrapped it with both hands, it seemed to awaken instantly, swelling and standing threateningly.

Already large, it became intimidating when er*ect.

How do I even fit this in?

With a perplexed expression, Yoon-jae continued to stimulate him relentlessly. She was driven by the compulsion to succeed in insertion, regardless of the consequences.

She hoped, as her brother said, that Baek-geon would show some leniency considering the circumstances. After all, having wielded his member, he would bear responsibility, which was her only consolation.

She lowered her hands to explore between her legs. Though the outside had dried, fortunately, her entrance remained wet.

Yoon-jae took several deep breaths. It required immense courage to secretly attack Han Baek-geon.