CHAPTER 2: Island of Pleasure (Part 7)

Their saliva-slicked lips sought each other out endlessly.

The afternoon sunlight streaming through the window concealed the two in their intimate moment. It was too dazzling.

Her distorted br*asts and the nape of her neck, where he’d suckled her so many times, left red marks like wounds.

Moon-kyeong tried to shake off the pl*asure, but her aroused body craved him more, pulling him closer.

As the cl*max approached, her breaths flowed out like sobs.

“Ah, uh, ah.”

Gasping for air, she breathed heavily as if completely consumed by him.

She wasn’t lying on a bed, and she still stood between the wall and his large frame.

Her t-shirt, pushed up to her shoulders, refused to come down. His gestures, bold and unhesitating, were now focusing below.

Her legs, spread wide, trembled between his thighs.

“S-Stop, please.”

The mere touch of Seojun’s hand sent red heat through her body.

Even though she knew what he wanted between their entwined bodies, she couldn’t go all the way. When Moon-kyeong resisted, his tongue that had been licking her chest now dove back into her lips.

He was so relentless. He’d coldly told her no when she’d asked him if he wanted to sleep with her, and now he was acting like a completely different person.

I don’t understand you.

Hunching her shoulders, Moon-kyeong slowly pushed him away.

Seojun’s erratic breath, which had quickened along with hers, gradually returned to normal after the end of the kiss.

When she opened her eyes after the kiss ended, she saw his sharp jawline. Perhaps it was due to the fact that he had lowered his head to connect their lips, but somehow, that sight made her uneasy.

Before she knew it, she felt uncomfortable with her hand on his shoulder, and it was time to remove it.

Seojun’s hand, wrapped around her waist, pulled her even closer. Helplessly drawn towards him, she couldn’t help but be entangled in his gaze again.

“Haa.”

“Huh.”

Their languid breaths mingled again, wanting each other, and their lips seemed to want to share another long kiss at the slightest gesture.

“Is it your first time?”

His blunt question made Moon-kyeong’s gaze waver.

Staring into the empty space, she rolled her eyes in different directions. It was challenging to discern his intentions. She wasn’t sure if he was scolding her for being such a bad kisser or simply asking a question.

Not wanting to answer, she asked a question of her own.

“You don’t smoke?”

“Why.”

“There’s no smell. It’s strange.”

“What do you mean by ‘strange’?”

His lips urged her to speak freely.

Moon-kyeong continued.

“You look like someone who would do bad things, but you don’t smell like it, so it’s surprising.”

Seojun laughed, touching the area near her forehead as if to say, “Why do you think I look like someone that does that?”

“I don’t do things like smoking.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to live long.”

“Oh.”

That was a surprise, too.

His statement about wanting to live long didn’t seem to fit with his seemingly carefree approach to life.

Realizing that Seojun’s answer was more sincere than she had expected, she wanted to ask more questions.

She didn’t know what else he would do if she didn’t talk to him.

Kim Seojun was too dangerous for her. She lowered her eyes.

“Do you still go to that cafe?”

“Not regularly.”

Not regularly, but he goes there occasionally. Next question.

“Do you play the piano well?”

“That’s right.”

Right. For a guy who majored in piano, this was a ridiculous question.

Then another one. She decided to ask what she was really curious about.

Moon-kyeong swallowed hard.

“What kind of relationship do you have with Lee Hee-jin?”

“Relationship? There’s nothing to call it that. What you see is all there is.”

“You accepted her invitation, though.”

“Because I thought you would come.”

“…….”

It took Moon-kyeong a moment to realize what Seojun meant. She was too flustered to choose the next question.

Her thoughts were jumbled, and she blurted out something before she could think.

“But why do you keep using informal speech?”

At the unexpected question from Moon Kyung, he let out a small laugh.

Most of the smiles she’d seen from him before had been cynical or cold, but this one was completely different.

He laughed like a boy, as if the question was truly unexpected.

“Well, then, why don’t you drop it too?”

Do I talk like that too?

Moon-kyeong glanced sideways, and Seojun quickly lowered the corners of his mouth that were about to smile.

The boyish grin disappeared, replaced by the face of an enlightened man who looked like he’d lived half a century.

Thick eyebrows, a smooth nose, and eyes that seemed to penetrate people – his gaze was undoubtedly that of a strong man.

She felt a stirring of desire beneath the surface, wanting to have it, even in this moment.

This time it was his turn to ask a question. The heat that had been barely extinguished below was slowly kindling again. He tilted his head slightly.

Like a hound on the hunt for prey, Seojun took in Moon-kyeong’s scent.

“Do you want to play with me?”

His voice alone was sensuous, as if it could melt a person’s heart.

“…….”

He pressed his lips to hers again. Feeling his gaze impulsively, Moon-kyeong tightly closed her eyes.

This time, she feared that she might not be able to refuse. Contrary to expectations, he chose to lick her ear instead of another kiss.

When she opened her eyes, goosebumps all over her body, Seojun whispered.

“Later, just before sunrise, come up to the second floor. Second room on the right. That’s my room.”

Before the heat that had risen to her neck could cool down, he brushed past her, opened the door, and stepped outside.

Moon-kyeong’s legs gave out on her and she sank to the ground. She realized now that she’d been so nervous that her hair was standing on end.

She even felt an eerie sensation creeping over her.

* * *

From 9 p.m., as the sunset marked the beginning of the night, people gathered around.

The once peaceful beach quickly became crowded, forming a lively scene, and in the front yard of the mansion, a professional chef arrived to grill barbecue.

Loud music was playing and the party was busy dancing while they ate.

Kim Seojun and Seo Moon-kyeong were the only ones who sat steadfastly in their seats.

Though situated at the ends where no words could be exchanged easily, today’s meal was better than yesterday. Moon-kyeong’s gaze slid past Seojun to Lee Hee-jin.

She seemed to be already halfway intoxicated. She was wearing a bikini that was twice as racy as the one she’d worn yesterday, and her br*asts seemed pushed up to her soul.to have been

They were all dressed in swimsuits, ready to dive into the ocean at any moment, except for Moon-kyeong.

She wore short shorts and a long-sleeved T-shirt that fluttered in the breeze.

A breeze blew through the garden. The sleeves fluttered like butterfly wings whenever she moved her hands.

“Aren’t you hot?”

Lee Hee-jin asked Moon-kyeong with a somewhat frustrated expression, but she just shook her head as if to say she was fine.

There was no choice. In that claustrophobic room, Seojun hadn’t just targeted Moon-kyeong’s lips.

He’d left red marks all over her body. The bruise-like congestion was where his tongue had touched, and Moon-kyeong had no choice but to cover it up.

“Where have you been?”

Lee Hee-jin’s sharp, nonchalant question didn’t faze her, who answered without embarrassment.

“I was in my room the whole time.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

At Moon-kyeong’s nonchalant response, Lee Hee-jin nodded and made a beeline for Kim Seojun.

She couldn’t make out what they were saying from a distance, but their actions painted a rough picture.

Hee-jin seemed angry, repeatedly suggesting to Seojun to dance together, only to be rejected every time.

Later, she boldly kissed the Russian model who was supposed to be Moon-kyeong’s pair. It didn’t seem awkward due to being in a foreign country, but Moon-kyeong couldn’t help but frown.

Hee-jin’s tactics were too obvious. It might have been intended to provoke Seojun, but who knows.

Would it work?

Moon-kyeong, who had been stirring her food without eating, consciously turned his gaze toward Seojun.

Knowing it probably wouldn’t be the case, she still observed his reactions, wondering if there would be even a hint of jealousy or anger in him.

Unfortunately, his gaze landed squarely on Lee Hee-jin and the Russian model.

It left her feeling oddly bad.

After asking her to play around with him, it was bothersome to see his gaze lingering towards Hee-jin.

Moon-kyeong’s appetite waned, and she put down his fork to wipe her mouth. At that moment, he seemed to have grown tired of watching the two and turned his face away.

At the same time, Moon-kyeong felt relieved. She had become quite sensitive, unknowingly paying attention to his every move.

The two who were kissing suddenly entered the mansion, leaving only the four of them.

Hee-jin’s friend suggested going to a club, so she naturally joined them.

At the club entrance, Hee-jin’s friend exchanged a few words with the staff. It seemed there was a separate entrance for VIPs, as the four of them entered straightaway.

Ear-piercing music and flashing neon signs greeted them. The selection by the famous DJ was exceptional.

Moon-kyeong glanced at Seojun’s retreating figure as he silently disappeared to the second floor but decided to let it go.

She didn’t want to disturb his time, and more importantly, she still hadn’t made her decision yet.

Tonight, the choice of whether to spend time with him or not was solely hers to make.

Yet, despite everything, the excitement that had been building up and the strange floating sensation made her throat dry continuously. She was standing in front of the bar table, planning to enjoy her beer with a good mood, when Hee-jin’s friend spoke to her.

“Call me when Hee-jin gets here.”

Lee Hee-jin’s friend tugged on Moon-kyeong’s arm and asked firmly.

“What?”

“Call me when Hee-jin gets here!”

She abandoned her partner and rushed up to the second floor where Seojun was.

Apparently, she wasn’t the only one in a daze. The hockey player who had been with her spat out a brief curse beside Moon-kyeong.

Ah, it seemed all three women wanted Kim Seojun. Well, the pheromones he exuded were amazing.

She’s sure she wasn’t the only one who felt like she was going to lose her mind at the slightest glimpse of his w*t eyes.

Moon-kyeong gulped down the drink offered by the staff.

She couldn’t forget Seojun’s seductive gaze, the way his hands roamed every inch of her body, and those deadly lips that tempted her.

Somewhere on the unseen second floor, she felt irritated, imagining he was tempting someone else just like he had tempted her.

It was blatant jealousy and desire.