Chapter 3.4

“Do you think I want you?”  

At Seojun’s question, Moonkyeong chuckled.  

That didn’t seem to be the case. When she shook her head firmly, he calculated the exact distance she had retreated and stepped closer again.  

“Seo Moonkyeong.”  

“…”  

“Don’t overthink while playing with me. When you play, just have fun. Isn’t that right?”  

Moonkyeong nodded slightly. His words sounded like a warning not to analyze his feelings.  

His logic was sound, leaving her with nothing more to say. After all, for someone like her, incapable of ordinary relationships, this playful affair with him was nothing but a luxury.  

‘Come here.’  

With a glance, he beckoned her.  

Already completely swayed by Seojun, she approached the edge of the bed as if drawn by an invisible force.  

Kneeling slowly, he opened her small mouth.  

“Ah.”  

At the sound, his long fingers brushed against the edge of her lips. It seemed like he wanted her to savor it, so Moonkyeong pulled it deeper with her tongue.  

“Ugh.”  

His fingers moved inside her mouth like a fish swimming. Saliva pooled quickly, and at times, his fingers pressed too far into her throat, causing her to gag.  

Yet, she couldn’t stop licking his fingers. Below, already wet with excitement, she craved him and wanted him to climb on top of her as soon as possible.  

If he asked her to suck him like last night, she felt she could do that too.  

A small groan from deep within his abdomen sent shivers through her. She bit down on his finger again, which she had already licked thoroughly.  

His low groan escaped as his slippery, saliva-coated fingers moved in her mouth.  

Seojun withdrew his fingers from her lips. Still kneeling, he gently lifted her chin, gazing at her with damp eyes.  

“Tastes good?”  

Instead of answering, she kissed the back of his hand briefly.  

He tapped her cheek lightly, as if finding her adorable, and Moonkyeong provoked him further.  

“Should I do more?”  

“I thought you were innocent.”  

“I never said I was.”  

Her life as a graceful ballerina had always been a lie. Perhaps this was her true self, and he was the only one who had seen it.  

From the beginning, maybe she had always wanted to live like this—wildly playing with men and living freely, day by day.  

She showed him her sorrowful eyes. As if reading her heart, he pressed her tear-streaked eyes gently. 

“Tell me what you want.”  

Without hesitation, her response came quickly.  

“Break me.”  

“How much?”  

“As much as you can.”  

Seojun ran his fingers sensually over her lips. At the same time, his thick eyebrows furrowed sharply.  

“Take it off.”  

Just like the previous night, she removed her clothing piece by piece. Each time a layer of fabric fell away, his eyebrows twitched slightly.  

Moonkyeong, noticing even those small changes, felt a strange exhilaration, as if she were soaring through the sky.  

Lying on the bed, she feigned composure, yet his reactions to her bare body—shaking and drawn—excited her strangely.  

His gaze traveled from her slender ankles up to her thighs, finally settling perfectly on her center.  

Moonkyeong watched him closely, wanting to confirm exactly where his eyes were focused.  

“Do you think I’m pretty?”  

“…”  

“I asked if you think I’m pretty…”  

Before she could finish her sentence, Seojun grabbed her wrist forcefully, pulling her onto the bed.  

She fell onto the mattress, and before she knew it, he was on top of her.  

Like a beast excited by the sight of its prey, he touched her body relentlessly.  

Burying his face where he had been staring, he inhaled deeply, savoring her scent.  

The hot, tangled air slapped against her cheeks. If their first night had been awkward and uncomfortable, tonight was far more destructive.  

It seemed like he was determined to ruin the shameless Seo Moonkyeong, and she, in turn, passionately sought to shatter every bit of Kim Seojun’s reason.  

Their entwined bodies quickly led each other to the peak of ecstasy. As Moonkyeong twisted her waist, Seojun gripped her open thighs tightly.  

Sounds close to bursting popped like soap bubbles, one after another.  

Each time he entered her, she writhed in pain. Her breathing grew heavier, and her lower abdomen throbbed as if a festering wound were being poked.  

Everything was a mess. His relentless thrusts, seemingly unaware of any depth, bordered on violence.  

Yet, Moonkyeong didn’t want this moment to end. The line between pain and pleasure was as thin and fragile as a sheet of paper.  

Like flipping a coin endlessly, she held onto him tighter as he grew rougher.  

He quickened his pace. She knew he was about to climax, and she raised her hips to meet him.  

At that moment, saliva slipped into her mouth. His lips covered hers, tangling them together shamelessly.  

A shrill cry escaped her. She hadn’t expected to receive such a kiss.  

Moonkyeong sobbed beneath him. The dry bed sheets were soaked. Even the sweat dripping from his forehead stimulated her until the very end.  

The taste of pleasure was sweeter and more delicious than she had imagined. Their lovemaking was so intoxicating that she didn’t want to let go of a single drop.  

The second scorching night was slowly cooling down. Seojun lay on his back, catching his breath, while Moonkyeong turned toward him.  

She noticed the scar on his shoulder she had seen earlier and asked,  

“Does it hurt here?”  

“No.”  

She gently touched the scar. It didn’t seem very old.  

“When did you get it?”  

“When I first came to Russia.”  

“It looks like a stab wound.”  

“Yeah, I was stabbed.”  

His nonchalant response felt suspicious, but even in that short reply, Moonkyeong sensed it.  

He didn’t want to talk about the scar anymore.  

She quickly moved on to another topic. Lying next to him and staring at the ceiling, she spoke calmly with her eyes closed.  

“Let’s meet every Wednesday.”  

“What?”  

“It’s fun, isn’t it? The way we play together.”  

He tapped her on the crown of her head.  

“If you keep doing a good job, I’ll think about it.”  

That was a positive signal.  

In the chilly dawn air, Moonkyeong sat up, but he made no effort to stop her.  

On Lee Heejin’s private jet returning to Moscow, Moonkyeong exchanged glances with Seojun several times.  

Occasionally, he raised the corners of his lips in a smile, and each time, her heart inexplicably fluttered.  

She wasn’t sure if it was love, but she didn’t want to admit it. Perhaps it was because of her uncanny ability to read others’ thoughts too well.  

* * *

From that day onward, Moonkyeong began to enjoy her dangerous escapades with Seojun.  

Every Wednesday, 6 a.m.  

At the boutique hotel near the intersection in front of the café.  

Though she never deviated from that time or place, it was as freeing for her as having a cup of coffee alone.  

Knowing that the call logs and text messages on her phone were all forwarded to Hyeran, she never made any prior arrangements with Kim Seojun.  

She simply went to the café every Wednesday on a whim, met his gaze, and shared mornings with him.  

There were days when he didn’t show up, and there were days when she couldn’t make it.  

But when they met again, they never asked each other why they hadn’t come the previous week or whether they’d be free the next.  

It had become an unspoken rule between them, and Moonkyeong believed that adhering to it was the only way to maintain their relationship.  

That peculiar relationship, like a lie, lasted for over a year.  

On a Wednesday morning like any other, Moonkyeong hurriedly left her house, inhaling the dark dawn air.  

“The weather is insane, isn’t it?”  

That winter, Moscow experienced abnormal warmth.  

Flowers bloomed in the middle of winter, and temperatures exceeded 6°C for the first time in 133 years.  

When she arrived at the café and sat in her usual spot, the staff brought her coffee.  

Even though she hadn’t ordered yet, the steaming cup was placed in front of her, and she smiled.  

“Why didn’t you come last week? Your boyfriend waited for over an hour before leaving.”  

At the staff member’s comment, Moonkyeong scrunched her nose.  

He’s not my boyfriend. I was busy with a performance last week.  

She didn’t feel like explaining, so instead, she handed over some money.  

At that moment, the café door opened, and he walked in.  

A brown wool coat paired with jeans. Even the mustard-colored scarf casually knotted around his neck looked stylish.  

With his model-like appearance, he gave her a brief glance as usual.  

‘Come here.’  

The staff, noticing him first, took Moonkyeong’s coffee away.  

“Your boyfriend’s here. No refunds, though.”  

“Of course.”  

Handing back the coffee, she stood close to him.  

Towering over her, Seojun reached out and brushed off a speck of dust from the top of her head. Embarrassed, she bit her lip slightly.  

“You could’ve just said something.”  

“Shall we go?”  

“Yes.”