CHAPTER 3: Sweet and Delicious (Part 4)

Seojun’s body was as sweet as sugar. Like someone addicted to it, Moon-kyeong found herself visiting his room the next day as well.

When she opened his door in the early hours, he was in the midst of changing his shirt, having just finished showering. As she got closer, she caught a whiff of his sweet scent.

A small scar on his shoulder caught her eye. She coughed lowly, reminding him once more that she had entered the room.

Seojun, who had changed into a black T-shirt, turned around, his face showing no sign of welcome.

There was only an odd expression of self-appreciation.

“Did you have fun last night? Weren’t you in trouble for being so indiscreet?”

His words sounded like a reproach. Indeed, she should have been more careful, but she wasn’t.

During the day, they went on a yacht trip.

Lee Hee-jin was still clinging to Seojun’s side, her a$s never far from his, and Moon-kyeong sat across from them with the Russian model.

Drinking and dancing on the swaying yacht. Despite all that time, Moon-kyeong’s eyes were fixed only on Kim Seojun.

Whenever his gaze happened to meet hers, her cheeks would flush, and she had to swallow dry saliva. 

On the yacht, she couldn’t think straight as memories of the night she’d kissed him and shared her body with him kept flooding back.

Moon-kyeong sighed, slumping her shoulders as if to let it go. The time bomb in her head went off at the crack of dawn yesterday, and she doesn’t have the courage to fix it.

It’s going to explode regardless. She wrinkled her nose.

“You’re going to get me in trouble, you know.”

He chuckled, his eyes crinkling. A brief smile flitted across his lips like someone presented with delicious food.

“Are you confident?”

“Confident in what?”

“Confidence to handle the aftermath.”

Hmm, I don’t know. I’ve never been so attracted to someone to want to break all rationality. I have no idea what kind of butterfly effect the path I’m on now will have on us in the future.

But still, you’re enticing.

Before Seojun could come up with another remark, Moon-kyeong stepped lightly, pressing her foot against his toe.

Pressing against his shoulder, she awkwardly puckered her lips. There was a cute sound as their lips clumsily met, just as awkward as the action itself.

She kissed his eyelids, too, for good measure. She wanted to leave her mark on those eyes, the ones she’d wanted since the first day they met.

“Your eyes, they’re beautiful.”

With that awkwardly uttered compliment, her gaze wandered. There was no need to kiss his eyelids, but she did it anyway.

She shuddered with embarrassment. They weren’t in any kind of relationship, yet she felt like she had crossed a line by herself, causing her cheeks to flush.

She waited for his reaction, but Seojun remained still.

Thud. As Moon-kyeong’s lips collided, making a sound, she descended from his instep, and he still just stared at her quietly.

Bam. The sound of their lips crashing together made him jump off his feet, and he remained still, staring down at her.

As she lightly brushed her neck with her fingertips, she cautiously asked, 

“Are you upset?”

“No.”

Shamelessly, she raised an eyebrow, pointing out his impassive expression.

“Why does your face look like that when you’re not upset?”

“What’s wrong with my face?”

“Well, that’s…”

“That’s what?”

Echoing her words, he scanned her body. His gaze, which had traveled from the tip of her toes, had now passed her chest and lingered near her lips again.

Moon-kyeong bit her lip. It seemed like this man truly didn’t know how unsettling it could be when someone stared at you like that.

She wanted to kiss him again, maybe with her tongue this time.

Contrary to her inner thoughts, she stepped back a few steps. Although every part of her body reacted sensually to his gaze, she pretended to be indifferent, like a person unaffected by such stares.

Her voice was a little lower than usual.

“I don’t know. I don’t know if you like me or not, I’m so confused about even that.”

His eyebrows arched. Seojun was as cold as ever.

“It’s difficult to expect such feelings.”

“I know, I know it all.”

I’m just confused. Sometimes when you look at me so intently, it’s so natural that I can get such a misconception.

You look at me like you’re going to swallow me whole, no one else if it wasn’t me.

That gaze, maybe it’s because it’s the first time, but I keep falling for it.

I hope I’m not mistaken, but even if I am, I don’t care anymore.

“Do I seem to want you?”

Moon-kyeong chuckled at Seojun’s question. When she shook her head firmly, he took another step toward her, calculating exactly the distance she’d backed away.

“Seo Moon-kyeong.”

“…….”

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

Moon-kyeong nodded quietly. His words seemed to imply not to calculate her feelings.

His words made sense, and she couldn’t think of anything else to say. Since ordinary romance was impossible for her, playing with him was a luxury.

“Come here.”

He beckoned with his eyes.

Unconsciously, she, who was completely under Seojun’s control, approached the end of the bed. Slowly kneeling, Seojun opened Moon-kyeong’s small mouth.

“Ah.”

In sync with the sound, his long fingers grazed the tip of her lips. As if to swallow sweetly, she sucked it deep with her tongue.

His finger wiggled inside her mouth like a fish. Soon she was salivating, and sometimes, due to the finger reaching too far into her throat, she even felt like gagging

Still, she can’t stop herself from licking his fingers. Her lower body, already aroused, wanted him, and she wished Seojun would get erect quickly.

If he asked her to suck his c*ck like last night, she could do that too.

A small gasp from her abdomen dampened her v*lva. She took his finger that she’d licked and bit deeply into it once more.

Inside her slippery, saliva-covered lips, he let out a low moan.

Seojun withdrew his fingers from her lips. Still kneeling, he gently lifted her chin with his w*t gaze fixed on her.

“Do you like it?”

Instead of answering, she kissed the back of Seojun’s hand briefly.

He patted her cheek as if to tell her she was pretty, and Moon-kyeong aroused Seojun even more.

“Want me to do more?”

“I thought you were innocent.”

“I’ve never been.”

My life as a graceful ballerina has always been a lie, so maybe this is the real me, and you’re the only one who sees it.

Maybe this is how I wanted to live from the beginning. To be so debauched, to be so free, to play with men every day.

She looked up with sad eyes. Seojun pressed her eyes slightly as if he could see through her mind.

“Tell me what you want.”

Her answer was quick as if there was nothing to hesitate about.

“I want you to break me.”

“How much?”

“As much as you can.”

He teased her lips playfully, and his dark eyebrows arched at the same time.

“Take it off.”

Like last night, she tossed off her clothes one by one. With each piece of fabric peeled off her body, Seojun’s eyebrows twitched subtly.

Noticing the small changes made her feel like she could fly.

As she lay in bed, feigning relaxation, she was strangely aroused by his reaction to her n*ked body, trembling and being drawn to it.

His gaze landed on her slender ankles, then moved up her thighs to meet perfectly at my center.

Moon-kyeong caught a glimpse of where exactly Seojun was looking, and she wanted to check.

“Is it pretty?”

“…….”

“I asked you if it was pretty…….”

Before she could finish her sentence, Seojun, who had risen from the bed, tugged hard on her wrist.

Moon-kyeong fell back on the bed, and before she knew it, he was on top of her. Like a wild animal seeing its prey, he groped her body without restraint.

Pressing his face where he had been staring all along, he took a deep breath to smell her scent.

The hot, tangled air seemed to whip against her cheeks. If their first night together had been somewhat awkward and uncomfortable, tonight was far more destructive.

Seojun seemed to be heating up to ravage the shameless Moon-kyeong, and she, too, passionately threw herself at him, hell-bent on destroying all reason.

Their bodies quickly intertwined, leading each other to the pinnacle of ecstasy. As Moon-kyeong twisted her waist, Seojun grabbed her tightly between her open thighs

A burst of moans came out of her like soap bubbles bursting at the seams.

With each thrust, Moon-kyeong writhed in pain. Her breathing became rapid, and her abdomen kept twitching as if touching a festering wound.