Chapter 3.3

Seojun loosened his grip on her wrists slightly. He had only intended to tease her a little, but he noticed she was in pain.  

He rubbed his er*ction against her body.  

Since it was her first time, he didn’t want it to hurt.  

Dawn would soon break, and he wanted to hold her before anyone could see them. But then again, it didn’t matter.  

Whether they were caught or not.  

Would it matter to her? Damn annoying girl.  

Seojun lifted one of Moonkyeong’s legs. Her reddened entrance, prepared by his fingers, looked like a pair of lips.  

Just like the first day he met her, Seo Moonkyeong was elegant and beautiful.  

And so, just once, he wanted to tear her apart and devour her completely.  

He had imagined countless times her taking him in, even sucking him dry.  

If she realized I was the one who brought her here, would Seo Moonkyeong slap me?  

Even if she did, he wanted to hold her more.  

Looking between her legs, Seojun smirked.  

“Your hole is pretty.”  

“…”  

“But it’ll need to stretch a bit more to fit me.”  

He deliberately added crude, s*xual taunts. It was a warning of sorts.  

He wanted her to understand that he wasn’t some perfect man she could easily cling to in her heated state.  

Seojun was about to enter her but suddenly reached into her hair and pulled her up.  

“Can you suck it?”  

“…What?”  

“Try it. If you’re good, I’ll make sure to pound you hard.”  

His gaze, as he looked down at her, softened briefly before turning rough again.  

The humid air melted their bodies together.  

Moonkyeong had been holding his member in her mouth for over five minutes.  

The salty taste and the unfamiliar texture of the flesh in her mouth should have been unsettling, but because it belonged to Kim Seojun, everything felt okay.  

That was the only reason she worked so diligently.  

She liked seeing him enjoy it, his dreamy face relaxed and his eyes half-closed. That was all that mattered.  

This man had long eyelashes. She couldn’t guess what emotions lingered at their tips, but Moonkyeong wanted more praise.  

When Seojun opened his eyes, he grabbed her cheek firmly.  

His member, now even harder, pressed against her throat, making her gag.  

“Ugh.”  

“Do you want to stop?”

Seojun asked, but Moonkyeong shook her head.

Perhaps finding her endearing, Seojun gently tousled the top of her head.  

“You’re good at this. Not even using your teeth.”  

His voice, calm like sediment settling at the bottom of a glass, filled the air.  

Wanting to excite him further, Moonkyeong opened her mouth wider. Saliva dripped, her tongue felt numb, and yet, an uncontrollable heat began to rise below.  

Ironically, despite her intention to arouse him, it was she who was already soaking wet.  

Only after seeing her arousal did Seojun begin to react. With a short grunt, he placed his hand on her forehead.  

He started moving his hips.  

As the irresistible pleasure brushed past both of them, Seojun laid Moonkyeong down.  

He didn’t do something tender like kissing her forehead, as ordinary lovers might. Instead, he positioned himself between her thighs and whispered,  

“Spread them.”  

“…”  

“So I can go in all at once.”  

With a mix of ferocity and gentleness, Seojun penetrated her body. Like lovers sailing on a blue sea of mixed pleasure and tears, they took their first steps into uncharted waters.  

“Mm.”  

Each time she felt the intensity of her first experience, Moonkyeong let out frequent moans, and the more she cried out, the deeper Seojun delved into her.  

Like waves crashing and receding, their repeated movements fulfilled their desires yet left them craving more.  

The boundaries between beginning and end blurred, but one thing was certain—their first experience was hotter than they had imagined.  

When they reached their final climax together, the sun rose over the clear glass window.  

Moonkyeong liked the peacefulness of its colors and tried to savor the lingering moment, if only briefly.  

Resting her face against Seojun’s unmoving shoulder, she asked,  

“Was this your first time?”  

“Why? Doesn’t it seem like it?”  

“I’m confused.”  

His fingers combed through her hair, massaging the nape of her neck. The slow, intimate movement felt both sensual and wild, making it hard for Moonkyeong to focus her gaze.  

Seojun chuckled softly, seemingly enjoying her reaction.  

“Does it matter?”  

“No, it doesn’t.”  

He gestured toward the hazy sunlight outside the window.  

“Are you staying here longer?”  

“Just five more minutes.”  

“You’ve got guts. More than I thought.”  

“This might be the last time.”  

Her awkward smile made his eyebrow twitch.  

“You planning to run after just one time?”  

“Will there be a second?”  

He got up and picked up the pants that had fallen to the floor.  

“Didn’t I warn you? You won’t be able to forget this. I guarantee it.”  

Seojun personally opened the door.  

It was a clear signal for her to leave. It hadn’t even been five minutes. Moonkyeong grumbled internally but knew the truth.  

He wasn’t considerate. They weren’t lovers.  

It was just a brief fling, a fleeting indulgence on a hot summer night. She repeated that fact to herself over and over, but she, too, was certain of one thing.  

“I’ll come back tomorrow.”  

Not needing his reply, Moonkyeong closed the door as soon as she stepped out.  

Outside his room, the world demanded caution, as if she had to hold her breath once more.  

Descending the stairs, she glanced at Lee Heejin sprawled on the floor.  

Will she wake up by 3 p.m.? Sleep well. Sweet dreams.  

Moonkyeong nudged Lee Heejin’s head with her foot.  

***

The next day, Moonkyeong returned to Seojun’s room, like someone addicted to the sweetness of his body.  

At dawn, when she pushed open his door, he was in the middle of changing his shirt. Having just finished a shower, a sweet scent lingered as she approached.  

Her eyes caught a small scar on his shoulder. Clearing her throat softly, she reminded him of her presence in the room.  

Seojun, now dressed in a black T-shirt, turned around. His face showed no signs of welcome.  

There was only a peculiar expression, as if he were observing her.  

“Had fun last night? Acting like that won’t cause you trouble?”  

His words felt like a scolding. True, she should have been more careful, but she hadn’t been.  

During the day, they had joined a group on a yacht.  

Lee Heejin had clung to Seojun, refusing to leave his side, while Moonkyeong sat across from them, paired with a Russian model.  

Even amidst the swaying yacht, the drinking, and the dancing, her eyes had been fixed solely on Kim Seojun.  

Whenever his gaze occasionally met hers, her cheeks burned as if scalded, and she had to swallow dryly.  

The memory of kissing him and intertwining their bodies the previous night kept surfacing, leaving her unable to maintain her composure on the yacht.  

Recalling the day’s events, Moonkyeong shrugged with a resigned air. The ticking time bomb in her head had already exploded at dawn, and she had no courage to clean up the mess.  

If it explodes, so be it. She wrinkled her nose playfully.  

“So what if it causes trouble?”  

He smiled, his eyes narrowing. Like someone savoring a delicious meal, a faint smile lingered on Seojun’s lips.  

“Are you confident?”  

“Confident about what?”  

“Dealing with the aftermath.”  

Who knows? She had never been so drawn to someone that she wanted to break all reason. She had no idea what butterfly effect her current path might bring to their future.  

But still, you’re irresistible.  

Before he could say anything else, Moonkyeong stepped on his foot lightly and leaned in.  

Pressing her lips clumsily against his, she kissed him. Smack. Smooch. The awkward sounds of their lips meeting were endearing.  

Taking it further, she kissed his eyelids. From the moment she first saw him, she had wanted to leave a mark on those beautiful eyes.  

“Your eyes are beautiful.”  

Her shy remark made her gaze wander. She hadn’t needed to kiss his eyelids.  

Embarrassed, Moonkyeong shivered. It wasn’t even a relationship, yet she felt like she had crossed a line, her cheeks flushing unnecessarily.  

She waited for his reaction, but Seojun didn’t move.  

Pop. As their lips parted with a sound, Moonkyeong stepped off his foot. Even then, he simply stood there, looking down at her.  

Rubbing the back of her neck nervously, she asked cautiously,  

“Are you upset?”  

“No.”  

Brazenly, she raised an eyebrow, pointing out his blank expression.  

“If you’re not upset, why do you look like that?”  

“What do I look like?”  

“Well, um…”  

“Well?”  

Repeating her words, he scanned her body from head to toe. His gaze climbed from her feet, passed her chest, and lingered near her lips.  

Moonkyeong bit her lip. 

Did he not realize how maddening his stare was?  

I want to kiss you again. This time, with tongues involved.  

Contrary to her thoughts, she took a few steps back. Although every part of her body he looked at tingled with sensitivity, she acted indifferent.  

Her voice was lower than usual.  

“I don’t know. Whether you like me or not. I’m so confused.”  

His eyebrows furrowed. Seojun was as cold as ever.  

“It’d be troublesome if you expected feelings like that.”  

“I know. I know everything.”

It’s just that I’m confused.

Sometimes, when he looks at her so intently, it feels like a natural misunderstanding.  

He gazes at her as if he could devour her, as if no one else but her would suffice.  

Maybe it’s the first time she’s seen such a look, and that’s why she keeps falling for it.  

She hoped it wasn’t a misunderstanding, but even if it was, it no longer mattered.