CHAPTER 2: Island of Pleasure (Part 6)

The atmosphere was no joke. With that statement replaced by a meaningful gaze, Hee-jin disappeared to the second floor again.

After that, Moon-kyeong remained alone in the living room for quite a while.

As if by habit, she stretched her legs and moved back and forth across the living room floor with a ballet walk, even without her pointe shoes. 

This time, she took a turnout position. Turnout refers to a perfect external rotation where both feet are turned out 180 degrees. Very few professional dancers can do this perfectly.

The reason Moon-kyeong was loved by the director was that there was not a single ballet movement, from basic steps to the most difficult ones, that she couldn’t perform flawlessly.

Sometimes, she wondered. Despite disliking ballet, she might have been born to do it, considering how perfectly she executed it.

What started out as a light stretching session turned into a full-on ballet routine.

Turning into Odile, who transforms into a black swan at night, she stood tall with just one leg and did fouetté thirty-two times.

During the spins, all she could think about was Lee Hee-jin’s words.

Her words about kissing Seojun last night. But even after completing all thirty-two fouettés, she couldn’t get her words out of her head.

“Huh.”

She untied the floral-patterned handkerchief that had been holding up her bun, and smoothed down her long hair that fell down. The sunlight illuminated her hair, returning it to its naturally soft state without any trace of being tied up.

Feeling parched, as if her throat was drying up, she turned her body toward the kitchen to get some water. At that moment, she almost felt her heart drop.

He was standing at the end of the living room, looking at her.

It wasn’t the drowsy face of someone just awakened from sleep. It seemed like he had woken up a long time ago, but it was only now that he came downstairs, which annoyed Moon-kyeong.

Finding herself absurd for having such ridiculous thoughts, Moon-kyeong couldn’t bring herself to approach Seojun. She just stood there, pressing her lips together.

A bead of sweat formed on her forehead, and she quickly wiped it away, even though she knew he couldn’t see it from where she was.

Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, he slowly approached her. Seojun, who hadn’t been kind enough to uncap it, handed it to her, almost tossing it.

Holding the bottle with both hands, Moon-kyeong opened the lid and drank it down in big gulps.

“…….”

She couldn’t tell if his gaze followed the beads of sweat on her forehead, her damp neckline, or her lips that touched the mouth of the bottle.

Hastily finishing the water, she wiped away the moisture on her lips with the back of her hand. Her already accelerating breath intensified even more, facing Seojun directly in front of her.

“Don’t you get dizzy spinning like that?”

Those were his first words.

He chuckled softly with a face that clearly didn’t expect any answer despite asking the question.

Moon-kyeong, in a fit of rage, asked a question. Despite fully anticipating how much more miserable it would make her, she asked him anyway.

“Did you kiss Hee-jin last night?”

Her reflection in his eyes seemed small and pitiful. At that moment, she couldn’t bear it.

Anyway, she didn’t expect an answer from him either way. As she turned to leave, he opened his mouth.

“Yeah.”

“…….”

“If you call forcing yourself on someone and sucking their face a kiss, then yeah, sure.”

As his words trailed off, in that moment their gazes locked, Moon-kyeong realized something. She had been drawn to him all along. 

She wanted to embrace him madly, to give herself over to him to the point where she would offer even more than just w*tness below.

“Senior! Seojun senior, where are you?”

Lee Hee-jin’s voice from the stairs interrupted them. As Moon-kyeong shifted her gaze towards the second floor, Seojun grabbed her wrist tightly.

The handkerchief she had been holding fell to floor, but it was too light to make a sound

However, his grip was too tight, making her wrist ache. She was about to scream in pain, but Seojun motioned for her to be quiet.

He led her into the room right next to the kitchen. The room only contained a single bed, and that was all the furniture it had.

“Where did he go?”

Hee-jin’s irritated voice could be heard nearby. The handkerchief she had dropped on the floor was unnecessarily worrisome.

When the breathless Moon-kyeong gently lifted her head, it was near his chest.

Her wrists were still bound to him, and she fumbled for a moment with her free hand, not knowing where to put it.

Fear overwhelmed her. Seojun had enough time, yet he hadn’t locked the door. 

What if Hee-jin opened the door and walked in? 

Panic surged, tightening her heart like a person caught red-handed doing something wrong.

Standing beside the wall, in the posture of being embraced by him, she imagined Hee-jin entering and slapping her cheek. 

She wished for that. She wanted everything to be ruined.

She wished Hye-ran would stop expecting anything from her, considering her a lost cause. 

In this filthy and vile world where even among friends distinctions were perfectly drawn, she wanted to escape from it all. 

“I’m so annoyed! Where did he go?” 

Hee-jin’s voice was clearer now, probably not too far from the door.

Moon-kyeong reflexively closed her eyes.

At that moment, Seojun’s tongue slipped between her lips, gently wetting the inside.

It was too risky.

Her eyelids trembled slightly. Through the slightly opened eyes, she saw him. His tongue provocatively explored her soft mucous membrane, teasingly tracing over her teeth, and curled around his tongue in a lewd expression.

“Ugh.”

Moon-kyeong knew she should push him away, but she reluctantly accepted him.

Her cheek flushed, and the long hair that had fallen under her shoulders swayed gently.

His hand came down, and, unexpectedly, slipped inside her T-shirt.

Before she could stop it, one of her br*asts was cupped in his hand, and her legs were spread wide as he pushed them apart with his thighs.

Moon-kyeong’s vision blurred as her thoughts clashed with the idea that she shouldn’t be doing this.

The intense kiss drew them together like magnets. With his firmer grip, her sensitive n*pple had become taut.

He pressed down on the protruding peak with his fingers.

All the while, the kiss continued.