CHAPTER 3: Sweet and Delicious (Part 2)

By the time dawn broke, even in the deepest hours of the morning, Moon-kyeong remained awake. The elusive sleeplessness only heightened her senses.

One by one, she reached for the alcohol, but no matter how much she drank, she couldn’t get drunk. She hadn’t seen his expression when she was asked about being adopted. That regret lingered on.

Would he have laughed at me, or pitied me?

Glancing over at Lee Hee-jin, who had fallen asleep on the floor, Moon-kyeong took a deep breath.

“It doesn’t matter.”

Nothing would change. He would have said the same thing anyway.

[Do you want to play with me?]

What’s the point of hanging out? Especially when I’m not going to share love with Kim Seo-jun anyway.

We’re not in love.

Since we’re not going to share our hearts, it doesn’t matter. 

Moon-kyeong staggered to her feet and climbed the stairs to the second floor. In front of the door where he was, she sobbed.

Even if the day comes when she regrets this irretrievable moment in the distant future

Because it’s the first time. And the first time is beautiful.

The first time she wanted to choose for herself.

When she bravely pushed open the door, he had just gotten out of the shower. As if he had expected her to come, he smiled softly as he ran his w*t hair through his fingers.

“Welcome.”

His voice was monotone, but still dangerous and beautiful.

So beautiful that she wanted to lay everything bare.

* * *

She felt like she was facing a huge rocky island.

His nearly n*ked body was magnificent, and she couldn’t think of anything better, but for some reason, she felt a flutter in the pit of her stomach.

She wondered why sometimes he feels pitiful to her, and why he feels so teary-eyed when he doesn’t have a life like hers.

Feeling like she was about to burst into tears, Moon-kyeong tightly gripped her clothes. As the strange emotion seeped in, making her unable to move from where she stood in front of the door, he approached her.

Seojun stared down at her as she clamped her mouth shut and seemed to collect her thoughts.

“You’re standing there like you regret coming to this room.”

Moon-kyeong pushed back the shadow that had fallen over her and forced a smile.

“No, I don’t regret it.”

“Is that so?”

Finding Moon-kyeong’s imitation of a haughty cat amusing, Seojun pushed aside the towel he had been drying his hair with as he approached her.

As he got closer, she cleared her throat nervously, trying not to show her nervousness.

“Cough. Cough.”

“That’s funny.”

She almost asked ‘What’s funny?’

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

Just as she was about to retort, he removed his long-sleeved T-shirt made of stretchy material. Startled, she blurted out whatever came to mind.

“W-what are you doing?”

“You don’t seriously think I’m going to wear this, do you? Is that your kind of thing?”

“N-no!”

Seojun chuckled softly.

It’s kind of cute when she’s freaking out. It’s kind of like a kitten showing its claws at the slightest provocation.

I could care less how you live your life, but why do you keep messing with people like this?

Annoying, frustrating woman.

His eyes traced the marks he’d left during the day. Tiny, dark bruises dotted her body.

The reason he couldn’t control his strength and speed was that his long-standing patience had finally reached its breaking point.

If he were to be asked when he started holding it in…He doesn’t know what he’d say. He wonders if there will come a day when he would have to explain it.

I hope not. We’re not going to love each other. You and I.

Isn’t the issue of making a living more important? This is just a luxury.

Don’t you think?

He scratched his forehead in exasperation.

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

Moon-kyeong covered her chest with her arms, wearing only a bra. Even though she knew that covering up wouldn’t hide anything, she trembled under his gaze.

Feeling confused by the rising emotions, she lowered her gaze, but he forcibly lifted her chin.

“Did it hurt?”

It wasn’t just a casual question, so of course it hurt. 

It hurts, it hurts…

“No.”

“Then, was it good?”

What should I do? Why do you always pick such difficult questions to ask?

Moon-kyeong didn’t answer this time. His hand reached out and touched the small of her back. Feeling his touch on the bra hook, Moon-kyeong took a step back.

“I’ll do it.”

“Okay. But.”

“…….”

“Why are you using formal language all of a sudden? Wasn’t it unpleasant?”

“You’re three years older.”

Seojun burst into ridiculous laughter, and unexpectedly, his breath was cut off when her underwear slipped from her fingertips.

N*ked, Moon-kyeong’s body was indescribably beautiful. 

The br*asts that Seojun had grabbed during the day were pristine, as if no one had ever touched them.

The n*pples, which looked like a famous painter had painted them with pink paint in the center of her chest, stood out as if feeling the night temperature.

He wanted to bite the tip of it with his lips right now, to stretch it and not let go until morning.

A deep crease formed between his brows.

“You’re pretty.”

Seojun’s praise tickled Moon-kyeong. Like a child eager for more praise, she stripped off the rest of her clothes.

She knew that her body was as beautiful as his well-toned body. She wanted to show it.

She wanted to show it to him. She wanted to see how a woman’s long, lean, ballet-trained body could drive one crazy.

Seojun’s breath engulfed Moon-kyeong like a wave. It traveled over her cheeks, the nape of her neck, and down her shoulders, stroked her slender back once, and then continued straight down her thighs.

When he roughly laid her down on the bed, causing it to creak, Moon-kyeong, suddenly frightened, looked up at him.

“Um…”

Who the hell was he to take off my clothes himself? 

Now it’s too late to tell him she won’t play with him.

Seojun asked in a half-sleepy voice.

“Are you scared?”

“No.”

She answered confidently, but truthfully, she was scared. Moon-kyeong pressed her eyes tightly.

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

“It’s my first time too.”

She silently stared into his deep black pupils. She didn’t believe his words for a second.

Lie. First time?

“Believe it or not.”

The sarcasm in his follow-up words ignited a fire on Seojun’s beautiful face.

His perfectly symmetrical beauty momentarily stole her breath, but soon his hands roaming her chest made Moon-kyeong furrow her brows.

The air surrounding the room felt as hot as the warm air from a hair dryer drying her head.

It was too hot, too intense.

He reached the tip of her toes and leaned his forehead against hers.

Besides the pressure of his solid body pressing down from above, the fear of him penetrating and entering below froze her whole body.

As if noticing her tension, he lightly tapped her forehead with his index finger and whispered softly.

“Ease up a bit.”

“Ah.”

“We can’t do anything in this condition.”

“Will it hurt?”

The corners of his eyes narrowed.

“Even if it hurts, I won’t take responsibility.”

“I don’t expect you to take responsibility. It’s my choice.”

“Still being bold until the end, huh.”

“Will you kiss me?”

“What?”

More than anything else, she wanted a kiss from him. She likes everything about him, but the prettiest thing about his face is his lips.

Tantalizing.

He gently brushed his lips against hers, noticing the slightest flutter of Moon-kyeong’s lashes against her closed eyes.

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

“Your forehead feels hot.”

The pause caused her to open her eyes again. She sighed and replied.

“It’s because of the alcohol.”

He touched her cheek with a finger.

“Here. Did you put on makeup?”

“No.”

“You’re red.”

“It’s natural.”

It was a lie. Her skin was originally fair and pale.