Chapter 3.2

It felt like standing in front of a massive rock island.  

His nearly bare body was magnificent and flawless, but for some reason, it left her with a sharp ache in her chest.  

Why is it? 

Why do I sometimes feel sorry for you? You’re not living a miserable life like me, so why do I feel like crying?  

Feeling like she was about to burst into tears, Moonkyeong clenched her clothes tightly. Overwhelmed by strange emotions, she stood frozen at the door, unable to move.  

Seojun, observing her as if trying to figure out her thoughts, looked down at her calmly.  

“Why are you just standing there? Like someone who regrets coming to this room.”  

Moonkyeong brushed away the shadow of doubt and forced a smile.  

“I don’t regret it.”  

“Really?”  

Amused by Moonkyeong’s attempt to mimic a haughty cat, Seojun tossed aside the towel he had been drying his hair with.  

When he stepped so close that she could feel his breath, Moonkyeong coughed awkwardly, trying not to show her nervousness.  

“Cough. Cough.”  

“You’re funny.”  

She almost asked, ‘What’s funny?’  

Why am I funny? I didn’t come here to entertain you.  

Just as she was about to snap back, he pulled off the long-sleeved T-shirt made of thin fabric. Startled, she blurted out whatever came to mind.  

“What-what are you doing?”  

“Are you planning to keep it on? Is that your thing?”  

“No!”  

Seojun chuckled softly.  

Her frantic reaction was cute. Like a kitten that bares its claws at the slightest provocation.  

I tried not to care about how you live. Why do you keep provoking me?  

Annoying, irritating girl.  

He traced the marks he had left earlier in the day with his eyes. The small, dark bruises scattered across her body were like marks of possession.  

He hadn’t been able to control his strength or pace because the patience he had held onto for so long had finally run out.  

If someone asked when he’d started holding back… well, how should he answer that? Would a day come when he’d have to explain it to her?  

I hope not.  

We’re not in love. You and I.  

Survival is more important, isn’t it? This is just a luxury.  

Isn’t that right?  

He scratched his forehead in frustration.  

“It’s like a dirty dog marking its territory.”  

Moonkyeong, wearing only her bra, crossed her arms over her chest. She knew it wouldn’t hide anything, but his gaze made her tremble uncontrollably.  

Confused by the emotions boiling inside her, she looked down, only for him to force her chin up.  

“Did it hurt?”  

Of course, it hurt. It wasn’t just a gentle lick. It hurt, but… 

“No.”  

“Then did you enjoy it?”  

Why does he always ask such difficult questions?  

Moonkyeong didn’t answer this time either. His hand reached out and touched her back. When he fiddled with the clasp of her bra, Moonkyeong stepped back.  

“I’ll do it myself.”  

“Fine. But you…”  

“…Yes?”  

“Why do you keep using formal speech? Didn’t it bother you?”  

“You’re three years older than me.”  

Seojun let out a laugh, only to suddenly hold his breath when her bra fell to the floor.  

Moonkyeong’s bare body was indescribably beautiful.  

Her chest, which Seojun had grabbed earlier in the day, looked untouched, as if no one had ever laid a hand on it.  

Her pink n*pples, like they had been painted by a famous artist, perked up as if feeling the cool night air.  

He wanted to latch onto them with his lips and never let go until morning.  

A deep crease formed between his brows.  

“You’re good at this.”  

Seojun’s compliment made Moonkyeong feel a strange tickle. Like a child desperate for more praise, she stripped off the rest of her clothes.  

She knew her body was as beautiful as his. She wanted to show him.  

She was curious about how much her ballet-trained, slender figure could drive him crazy.  

Seojun’s breath washed over Moonkyeong like a wave. Starting from her cheek, it traveled down her neck, shoulders, and back, before sweeping down to her thighs.  

When he laid her roughly on the bed, making it creak, Moonkyeong looked up at him with fear.  

“Um…”  

Who was the one who took off their clothes? Now it’s too late to say you don’t want to do this.  

Seojun asked in a half-lowered voice,  

“Are you scared?”  

“No.”  

She answered boldly, but truthfully, she was scared. Moonkyeong pressed her fingers to her temples.  

“It’s just awkward because it’s my first time.”  

“It’s my first time too.”  

She silently stared into his deep black eyes. She didn’t believe him for a second.  

Lie. Your first time?

“Believe it or not.”  

The sneer that followed his words ignited a fire on Seojun’s beautiful face. For a moment, Moonkyeong was mesmerized by the perfect symmetry of his features, but then his hand reached for her chest, and her brows furrowed.  

The air in the room felt like the hot wind from a hairdryer.  

It was too hot. Too intense.  

Before she knew it, he had traced his way up from her toes and pressed his forehead against hers.  

The weight of his body pressing down on her was overwhelming, but what froze her completely was the fear of what was about to pierce through her.  

Sensing her tension, he tapped her forehead with his index finger and murmured softly,  

“Relax.”  

“Ah.”  

“You can’t do anything like this.”  

“Will it hurt?”  

His eyes narrowed.  

“I’m not taking responsibility if it does.”  

“I’m not expecting you to. This is my choice.”  

“Still acting bold till the end.”  

“Can you kiss me?”  

“What?”  

More than anything else, she wanted to receive a kiss from him. She liked everything about him, but his lips were the most beautiful part of his face.  

Squeezing her eyes shut, Moonkyeong’s lashes trembled faintly. Noticing this, he touched her lips.  

He had no intention of giving her what she wanted so easily. Seojun’s large palm covered her forehead.  

“Your forehead is hot.”  

His hesitation made Moonkyeong open her eyes again. She sighed and replied,  

“It’s because of the alcohol.”  

He touched her cheek with his fingers.  

“What about here? Did you put on makeup?”  

“No.”  

“It’s red.”  

“That’s just how it is.”  

That was a lie. Her skin was naturally pale and white.  

She tried to hide her peach-colored cheeks, thinking he was teasing her on purpose, but the more she tried, the hotter her face grew.  

When Moonkyeong bit her lip hard, he laughed. His face briefly showed a relaxed smile, as if he were familiar with her old habit.  

“Do you know why this place is called the Island of Pleasure?”  

“I don’t.”  

“Once you fall into it, you can’t escape. Want to bet? Let’s see who escapes first.”  

His face remained expressionless as he said something suggestive, but there was a hint of sadness in his tone.  

At the end of her tender thought that she wanted to embrace him, he licked her lips with his tongue.  

Seojun’s fierce gaze was sharp like a dagger. His dark eyes, which seemed to hide his emotions, made her want to speak, but she couldn’t.  

As his tongue entered between her lips, he moved boldly, exploring every corner. He painted Moonkyeong’s world entirely red, as if the word “first” didn’t apply to him.  

Seojun firmly pinned her hands. It was as if he was declaring that from now on, no matter what he did, she wouldn’t be able to resist.  

His hands slid down from her chest to her thighs.  

Even though she was already wet from their passionate kiss, he seemed unsatisfied, thrusting his fingers into her.  

Pausing his lips, he asked,  

“I’m curious about something.”  

“…”  

“Do you really get wet just by looking at me?”  

His fingers, which had entered her frozen body, moved in and out relentlessly.  

It was as if he was preparing her for the pain of penetration, gradually increasing the intensity of his movements.  

Her breath escaped in quick, heated gasps.  

“Ugh.”  

“Does it feel good?”  

“Haa, ugh.”  

“Damn. The sounds you make when you feel good drive me insane.”  

Seojun panted heavily. His strained face and the bulging veins on his forearms showed that he, too, was barely holding back.  

His fingers scraped against her inner walls, as if trying to scoop out every drop of liquid inside her. The sensation made Moonkyeong stop moaning and start whimpering.  

“Hnn, ahh.”  

As he quickened his pace, her hips lifted off the bed repeatedly.  

Seojun’s fingers, which had once seemed slender and delicate for a man, now felt like sharp scissors tearing through her.  

It should have felt painful and humiliating, but strangely, the longer it went on, the more her body reacted intensely.  

When Seojun stopped moving his fingers, she instinctively clung to him, grinding her hips desperately against his hand.  

Moonkyeong felt a heat building deep inside her.  

She wished she could freeze time and remain trapped here with Kim Seojun forever.  

It was ridiculous to think that way before he had even entered her, but it was the truth.  

She found his low groans, which matched her trembling body, incredibly satisfying.  

Moonkyeong no longer cared about lowering her ragged breathing. Even if bruises formed on her wrists where he held her, it didn’t matter.  

This dawn, this moment—she wanted it to last forever.