Chapter 7.5

Back home, while Seojun retreated to his study, Moonkyeong opened the kitchen drawer to prepare his herbal medicine.

“Oh.”

She realized she had mistakenly switched her own medicine with his. She had been planning to flush her herbal medicine down the toilet just before Hyeran’s next visit. Standing on tiptoes, she reached for her medicine, which she had placed on the top shelf of the kitchen cabinet.

“Ugh… Ugh…”

She stretched her toes higher, thinking she was almost there. At that moment, Seojun appeared behind her and grabbed the box. She had thought he was in the study, but apparently, he had wheels on his feet.

As she reflexively turned to face him, their eyes met naturally. The heat in the air and the intensity of his gaze were palpable. His damp hair, slightly covering his forehead after a shower, his strong eyebrows, sharp nose, and defined lips—all of it was striking.

Moonkyeong’s heart pounded as she looked directly at his face. Thump, thump, thump. In the narrow space between them, she quickly searched for somewhere else to direct her gaze.

Her lips parted slightly as she stammered, 

“Weren’t you in the study?”

He responded in his typical dry tone, 

“Why? Were you curious about my whereabouts?”

“No.”

As Seojun extended his arm to place the box of medicine on the shelf, the gap between them narrowed even further. The clean scent of soap mixed with his natural scent overwhelmed her senses. She felt frustrated and annoyed, thinking it was unfair to have such an attractive man so close yet untouchable.

Looking up at his jawline from below, illuminated by the kitchen lights, made him appear even more alluring.

This is driving me crazy.

To avoid touching his chest, she bent her back outward. Leaning on the sink with both arms, she tried to maintain as much distance as possible. When he placed the box on the shelf, he glanced downward.

“Are you running away after I helped you?”

“It’s not that.”

“Then what is it?”

With a teasing look, he mocked her efforts to keep her distance. Her cheeks flushed, and she chose not to respond, prompting a sly smile from him.

Seojun placed the box on the left shelf of the sink. As he finished, his long fingers brushed against her pinky finger, sending a shiver down her spine. His subtle touch felt almost suggestive, and Moonkyeong flinched.

Her body, already tense, reacted involuntarily when he nudged her. She felt her knees weaken as if she might collapse, but Seojun firmly supported her. His hands were already wrapped around her waist.

For a moment, she forgot to breathe. As she cast a resentful glance at his profile, he smirked mischievously and asked, 

“Should I help you?”

Already, his hands were wrapped around Moonkyeong’s waist.

When she momentarily forgot to breathe and cast a resentful glance at Seojun’s profile, he asked with a mischievous expression.

Looking at a similar long box with her name written on it, which had been placed on the floor, he pressed her further.

“Do you want help?”

“……”

“Should I put this back up there?”

As he repeated the question, locking eyes with her again, Moonkyeong swallowed dryly. His hands were still around her waist, and the heat that had started there was spreading downward, making her entire body feel feverish.

“What should I do?”

Even his voice, devoid of any impurity, sounded sensual to her. 

Why did he have to whisper like that?

The pressure he exerted on her made her stomach churn, her mind turning blank. Moonkyeong lowered her shoulders.

“Please… put it up.”

Only then did he release her waist and place the box labeled “Seo Moonkyeong” onto the topmost shelf of the kitchen cabinet.

“Anything else you need help with?”

Seojun’s gaze seemed to challenge her to speak up. Moonkyeong thought of many things she could say. For instance, “Tomorrow, I have to visit the obstetrician with your mother,” or, “On Wednesday morning, before we leave for Vietnam, I have to help Lee Heejin prepare for her party.”

But none of these words came out. She didn’t want to grow weaker by relying on him. Nor did she want him to become estranged from the family at Do Hyowon by helping her too much.

Moonkyeong shook her head with effort.

“No, thank you.”

“Let me know if you think of anything.”

Seojun turned away coldly, as if there was nothing more to say. His broad back seemed especially distant today. It had been such a hard day, and she wanted to cling to him.

When he said to tell him when she thought of something, it only made her greedier.

Suddenly, a famous line from a poem came to mind: “Desperation comes with pain.” The moment you speak of love, the pain, like an old scar, will follow and torment you endlessly.

Even knowing this, Moonkyeong followed him. She still remembered that time—their first kiss, the sensations he had awakened in her body throughout the night, the raw traces they left on the bed.

She thought she had forgotten, but she couldn’t let go of those countless memories. The feeling of sweat dripping down their intertwined bodies, the uncontrollable excitement from deep stimulation—it was chaotic and strange.

She couldn’t sever it.

If someone asked if she regretted it, her answer would be no. She had never regretted it.

Even if it wasn’t love, it was the only memory in her life that gently tickled her heart. It was the first emotion someone had ever shown her, standing on the edge of a cliff, holding on for dear life. It was warm and good.

So what if it wasn’t love? Asking for a hug wasn’t an unreasonable request. They were husband and wife, after all. She hated admitting it, but it was the truth.

‘I want you right now, Seojun.’

As he reached for the door handle to his study, Moonkyeong hugged him from behind. Feeling as though she might be sucked into his cold, icy universe, she held onto him tightly with both hands.

Contrary to her expectations of a cruel rejection, he said nothing. Seojun stood still, and Moonkyeong, burying her face into his back, remained silent for a long time.

Eventually, Seojun raised his eyebrows slowly and asked, 

“What are you doing?”

“Don’t you feel like hugging me when you see me?”

Her words stirred his chest. Though her childish whining seemed out of place, he knew this too was part of who Moonkyeong was.

Seo Moonkyeong never hides her claws. But that’s as far as it goes.

Even I can’t hold back much longer.

When Seojun tried to pull away, Moonkyeong clung to him even more tightly.

“I want to hug you.”

“……”

“We both know we’re going to part ways eventually. But my heart feels so lonely. Can’t you hold me just this once?”

Seojun turned around. Supporting the back of her head with his hand, he rubbed her lips repeatedly with his thumb. His expression carried a hint of anger.

“How bold. Now you’re making demands like this.”

“Do you hate it?”

Her neck, supported by his hand, tilted sideways in an arc. Seojun smirked crookedly.

“You need to be punished to come to your senses.”

Even under his cold, oppressive demeanor, Moonkyeong didn’t avert her gaze. She looked straight into his eyes and parted her lips.

“Go ahead. Punish me.”

Seojun grabbed her chin firmly, tilting her face upward. His gaze locked onto her slightly parted lips. He wanted to tear them apart and devour them, leaving an eternal mark—a sign that she belonged to him and could never leave.

The desire to hold her surged violently, piercing deep into his heart with a loud rupture. Moonkyeong’s earlier words were like throwing raw meat to a starving predator. He was shaken, unable to hide the excitement and lust in his eyes any longer. The mask he had worn, pretending to feel no desire for his wife since their marriage, shattered completely.

Seojun’s hands moved swiftly, lifting Moonkyeong’s shirt. At the same time, she unbuckled his trousers. Like people willingly throwing themselves into a fiery pit, they rushed into the forest of pleasure.

Their pace of undressing couldn’t keep up with the fervor of licking and sucking each other’s bodies. The roughness of his hands caused the buttons on Moonkyeong’s clothes to scatter to the floor, and her underwear, caught awkwardly between their tangled legs, became a pitiful mess. 

Seojun lifted her into his arms, and Moonkyeong wrapped her legs around his waist. Their endless kisses continued until they opened their eyes again in his bedroom.

Seojun touched the gap below her navel. Gazing openly at the hollow, he teased her.

“Do you regret it?”

It seemed he was asking if she regretted her earlier request for punishment. Moonkyeong shook her head firmly.

“No.”

“Seo Moonkyeong, listen carefully. I don’t care how you see me.”

“……”

“We can never have the kind of relationship you’re imagining. Every time I look at you, I think of all the dirty things. I’m a much lower man than you think, so don’t expect anything noble.”

“……”

“Even if you cry and beg, I won’t stop. Are you sure you won’t regret it?”

As he issued his final warning, Moonkyeong, lying beneath him, answered softly.

“Yes. I won’t regret it.”

He smiled faintly, lifting the corners of his lips.

“Then do it yourself.”

Moonkyeong flinched for a moment, unable to immediately comprehend Seojun’s words. He guided her hand directly to the soft, intimate part of her body.

His hot breath whispered into her ear, urging her actions.

“Go ahead. Do it, however you want.”

Following his command, Moonkyeong slowly moved her fingers. It was the first time in her life she had touched herself like this. And to do so so openly in front of her husband—it was deeply humiliating.

Yet, at the same time, conflicting emotions surged within her.

Like a child, she wanted to be praised. She wanted him to pat her head and tell her she had done well.

Seojun assisted her in her self-pleasure. His lips trailed down her neck, eventually reaching the peaks of her chest. As his mouth closed around her n*pple, Moonkyeong let out a soft moan.

“Ah… ahh.”

The sensation of his tongue playing with her sensitive skin sent shivers down her spine, as though her body was splitting into two. Her chest, slick with saliva, glistened, while her fingers, moving below, became coated with her own wetness.

Even in the rain, she thought, she wouldn’t be this drenched.

“Hng…”

As her tense body gradually loosened, her desire for him intensified. She wanted him to enter her right now.

Moonkyeong spread her legs wider. She was captivated by the slight furrow of Seojun’s brows and the languid breath that escaped his lips, mingled with his voice.

“Hoo…”

She wanted to embrace Kim Seojun’s body with reckless abandon. Unable to suppress herself, she pulled him closer, her actions pleading with him.

Everything about him was alluring—the slowly darkening gaze, the crimson lips that stared at her intently.

Seojun wanted more.

“Spread them wider.”

“Ugh…”

“More.”

“Please… put it in.”

He grabbed both her legs and pulled her to the edge of the bed. His hands, gripping her hips, slid to her damp opening, and his brows furrowed.

“You’ve already finished on your own?”

“……”

“How are you going to handle yourself if you get this wet without me?”

“That’s… not it… ngh…”

“You really need to be punished.”

Despite his harsh words, Seojun’s touch was gentle. Like spreading sweet cotton candy over her body, everywhere he touched seemed to be dusted with sugar, leaving a pleasant scent.

In her youth, when she explored her body, it felt like aimlessly searching for her sensitive spots. But now, it was as though he instinctively knew exactly where they were and caressed them perfectly.

Moonkyeong felt as though her body was burning. Even before penetration, she felt as if he had taken over her entirely. Nearly losing her sanity, she begged Seojun.

This was agony.

Her small, confined universe longed desperately for him, but his reluctance to give in made her feel resentful.

“Please…”

Seojun laughed like a madman, his breath tickling the corner of her lips.

“You have to say it all.”

“Please… put it in. I’m begging you… please, just… stop teasing me and put it in.”

Finally, something large and firm pushed inside her. Like an offering presented to a deity, her body seemed perfectly designed to accommodate him.

As his hard length began its fiery piston-like rhythm, small bursts of heat blossomed inside her.

There was nothing left to hide from this man. Moonkyeong moaned unabashedly.

The bed creaked violently, and everything on it fell to the floor. The only thing left on the sturdy rectangular structure was the couple, mad with lust.

Like the countless nights in Moscow, Moonkyeong’s body moved wildly, chasing deeper sensations.

The satisfaction that started at her toes climbed up her spine, reaching her eyes.

Tears streamed down her face.

She didn’t care. Her sweat-soaked body would conceal the tears anyway.

As she made an expression that seemed like she was losing her mind, he pressed his forehead against hers.

At the same time, their mingled saliva slid down her throat.

It was warm, as expected.

Moonkyeong opened her mouth wider, wanting more.