CHAPTER 3: Sweet and Delicious (Part 5)

Everything was a mess. His actions, plunging into the endless depths, were almost violent.

Yet Moon-kyeong hoped this moment would never end. Pain and pl*asure were as thin and fragile as a sheet of paper.

Like two sides of a coin, they could only be flipped so many times, so she clung to him more and more as he became rougher.

He picked up the pace. Knowing that Seojun was about to c*m, she lifted her hips.

At that moment, saliva flowed down her throat. Seojun’s lips closed over Moon-kyeong’s, engulfing them in a blatant kiss.

A new scream escaped her. She never expected to receive such a kiss.

Moon-kyeong sobbed beneath him. The dry sheets were drenched. The beads of sweat on Seojun’s forehead stimulated Moon-kyeong until the very end.

The taste of pl*asure was much sweeter and more delicious than she had imagined. The s*x with him was more enticing.

The intensely heated second night was slowly cooling down. Seojun breathed deeply, staring at the ceiling, and Moon-kyeong turned toward him.

She noticed the shoulder scar she had seen earlier. And she asked,

“Does it hurt here?”

“No.”

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

“When did you get injured?”

“When I first came to Russia.”

“It looks like a knife wound.”

“Yeah. I was stabbed.”

His casual response seemed indifferent, but even in that short answer, Moon-kyeong felt it.

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

She quickly moved on to the next thing. Staring at the ceiling as he did, she calmly closed her eyes and spoke.

“Play with me every Wednesday.”

“What?”

“It’s fun. You and me playing like this.”

He lightly tapped Moon-kyeong’s forehead.

“Keep sucking me good, and I’ll think about it.”

That was a positive signal.

As the cool dawn air settled in, Moon-kyeong rose to her feet, and he didn’t bother to hold her back.

On Lee Hee-jin’s private plane back to Moscow, Moon-kyeong made eye contact with Seojun a few times.

Occasionally, he would lift his lips in a smile, and whenever he did, she felt a strange flutter in her chest.

She didn’t know if it was love, but she didn’t want to admit it. She didn’t know if it was because of her ability to read the other person’s thoughts so well.

* * *

From that day forward, Moon-kyeong enjoyed her risky escapades with Seojun.

Every Wednesday, 6 a.m. The boutique hotel is at the intersection in front of the cafe.

She never left that time and place, but it was as freeing a moment for her as drinking coffee alone.

She didn’t make any arrangements with Kim Seojun, knowing that the call logs and text messages on her phone would be sent to Hye-ran.

She simply went out to the cafe every Wednesday morning, locked eyes with him, and synchronized their schedules.

Sometimes he didn’t show up, and sometimes she couldn’t go out.

But the next time they talked, they didn’t ask each other why he hadn’t come last week or if there was nothing special next week.

Somehow, it became a kind of rule between them, and Moon-kyeong thought that as long as she followed it well, her relationship with him wouldn’t end.

The strange relationship worked like a charm for over a year.

On a Wednesday morning like any other, Moon-kyeong hurried out of the house into the dark early morning air.

“The weather is really crazy, isn’t it?”

Moscow, the winter city, was experiencing unusually high temperatures that year.

Flowers bloomed even in the dead of winter, and temperatures exceeded 6 degrees Celsius for the first time in 133 years.

As she found her seat at the cafe, a staff m*mber brought her coffee. Despite not having ordered yet, Moon-kyeong smiled at the sight of the steaming cup.

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

She merely wrinkled her nose at the staff’s words.

He’s not my boyfriend. I had a performance last week, and I was busy.

Instead of giving an explanation she didn’t want to, she handed over the money. Just then, the cafe door opened, and he walked in.

In a brown wool coat and jeans, even his casually tied mustard-colored scarf looked stylish. He could be mistaken for a model, and today he gave her a quick glance.

“Come here.”

The staff takes Moon-kyeong’s coffee from him, feigning ignorance

“Your boyfriend’s here. But refunds aren’t allowed.” 

“Of course.”

 Pushing the coffee

aside, she stood close beside him..

Seojun, tall in stature, reached out his hand to brush away a small speck of dust from Moon-kyeong’s forehead. She, feeling awkward, bit her lip slightly.

“You can say it.”

“Shall we go?”

“Yes.”

Room 801 of the boutique hotel. He placed the keycard he received from the hotel front desk in front of the door.

With a click, the hotel door opened, and the two entered as they always did.

Seeing his face after two weeks, Moon-kyeong noticed a slight pallor. She wanted to ask why but refrained.

As he opened the curtains, she gazed out at Red Square in the distance. She stared at the landscape of Russia, a strange land where the sun didn’t rise until eight in the morning.

“Is it night right now?”

“It’s morning.”

“I was kidding.”

She didn’t respond to the look in his eyes.

She knew. Maintaining this relationship with him, keeping the same boundaries, wouldn’t be easy.

Eventually, like the bet they made in Ibiza, someone would have to break away first.

In this sweet yet deadly trap, someone would have to withdraw first.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Moon-kyeong fidgeted with her fingers. 

“Hey.”

“Yeah?”

“How long are we going to keep meeting like this?”

“Why? Are you getting bored?”

As she asked the somewhat uncomfortable question of whether he was getting bored, his face remained unreadable.

Moon-kyeong shrugged her shoulders, tilting her head slightly.

“No, I’m fine. I wanted to experience something like this at least once. That’s all that matters, isn’t it?”

“Seo Moon-kyeong.”

“Huh…….”

“Stop making that face.”

Moon-kyeong blinked her eyes.

“Why? What’s wrong with my expression now?”

She wanted to ask at least once. What does he see when he looks at me? What kind of person does he perceive Seo Moon-kyeong to be?

Without hesitation, Seojun provided an answer with his dry eyes.

“Why do you keep asking? I just explained it’s annoying.”

“Ah.”

With a bitter smile, Moon-kyeong weakly brushed her hair aside, and he fell silent again.

In the end, he refused to engage in emotional exchange today.