Runaway Secretary - Chapter 35

CHAPTER 35

Suddenly, Seungbin remembered something from the past.

When was it? 

It was around the time Chairman Woo gave Taeheon a golden retriever. Taeheon was just fourteen at the time, and he was even worse off than he is now.

Every Friday, there was a foreign language study session at Taeheon’s house. It was the kind of study where the family’s children gathered to imitate a conversation in various languages, but the learning process was mostly focused on Taeheon.

Seungbin, who was often left behind by Taeheon, always felt inferior. During that time, he was entering puberty and couldn’t hide his overflowing jealousy.

Whenever he visited Taeheon’s house, Seungbin would secretly torment the golden retriever. He would poke it with a stick and mock the animal with contempt.

You’re just a damn dog who survives on scraps given by humans.

That’s how Seungbin had belittled Chairman Woo’s gesture of love to Taeheon.

One day, Taeheon witnessed him tormenting the dog in the backyard, and the look on his face was exactly the same as it is now.

Pitch-black pupils and an emotionless face. And a deep, unfathomable rage.

That day, Seungbin received a beating from Taeheon that shook him to his core. He had always thought of Taeheon as a refined guy and never expected him to resort to physical violence.

Taeheon usually used his wit and words to deal with things he didn’t like, not his body. That aspect of him had always bothered Seungbin, but that day, Taeheon broke all of Seungbin’s prejudices.

His cousin, a year younger than him, was like a mad dog capable of hurting people at will, and after the incident, Taeheon naturally became the aggressor. Seungbin, who was hospitalized, was the victim, and Taeheon was summoned by Chairman Woo and received a severe scolding.

Still, Seungbin was not pleased and couldn’t fully like Taeheon. The helplessness of surrender had created fear. After losing in the power struggle, Seungbin had never provoked Taeheon’s emotions since then.

It was Taeheon’s commanding tone that jolted Seungbin out of his reverie.

“Kneel.”

“…What?”

“You can kneel in front of Han Yeonseo or not. You decide which is better.”

Seungbin sighed. The fatigue had accumulated so much that his eyeballs felt stiff.

No matter how you look at it, he had done something wrong, but, kneeling? Compared to the powerless days of his youth, he was now a grown man and Taeheon was also no longer at an age where childish behavior could be excused. So, Seungbin calculated that he couldn’t be pushed around anymore as he was back then.

“Taeheon, let’s not do this because of one woman.”

Taeheon stretched out his arm. He grabbed Seungbin by the throat and effortlessly pinned him on the floor.

“Ack…”

Seungbin groaned as he hit the floor face first.

“Don’t even think about crawling.”

“Ugh, you…”

“I’m holding back the urge to rip your f*cking head off.”

Taeheon’s calm voice was demonically cold. Seungbin snorted, his nose dripping with something hot.

“If you want to live, you better behave.”

In the meantime, Taeheon had removed the belt from Seungbin’s bathrobe and tightly rolled it before stuffing it into Seungbin’s mouth.

Just as Seungbin squirmed and tried to struggle, his vision flashed. He couldn’t even groan before he was hit with a blunt kick that flew out of nowhere.

There was no hesitation in the eyes of the filthy torturer.

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After washing up, Yeonseo wandered around the empty room like a ghost.

She lay on the couch diagonally, wondering what to do in Taeheon’s absence and in that position, she dozed off briefly until she was startled awake by the sound of slippers.

The refreshing scent of body wash was starting to rise from Taeheon, who had just taken a shower and had loosely put on a robe. He looked down at Yeonseo.

“Where… have you been?”

Yeonseo asked with a locked voice. When he didn’t answer, she muttered.

“Aren’t we supposed to ask each other these things? Or not…….”

Yeonseo mumbled and glanced at Taeheon, who had been staring at her with his abyss-like pupils. Then, she reached the robe that flowed over her shoulders and pulled it up.

Taeheon took a step closer. His gentle action of wrapping his hand around Yeonseo’s neck was smooth and unhindered.

Taeheon kissed her deeply, and a thrilling sensation surged through her like flowing water.

“Hmph…….”

A searing heat quickly took hold inside Yeonseo, and their entwined bodies produced an obsc*ne sound. Their soft and hard junctions, their round and rough prominences rubbed against each other.

Yeonseo clung to Taeheon’s neck, her arms trembling as she tried to endure the fiery heat. Their mouths met again, with Taeheon pressing forward without giving her a moment’s respite.

Their heated bodies intertwined, and every movement felt like a fierce battle. Yeonseo clung to him desperately, otherwise, she felt she might not be able to withstand it.

Just moments ago, Yeonseo had thought he was being nonchalant and relaxed with her.

But now, he was kissing her fiercely, like a lit fuse burning with intensity. Taeheon was equally capable of passionately engaging in such physical connection. He was a fierce person too.

How many people knew this about him?

Taeheon wrapped his arms around Yeonseo’s waist and lifted her off the couch, supporting her under her thighs, and pulling her close.

“Hmph…….”

“Don’t resist it.”

She wanted to explain that she wasn’t resisting, that her heart was simply racing on its own, but her lips were otherwise occupied.

From the moment they had gotten into bed, Yeonseo’s thoughts had been entirely preoccupied. Taeheon carelessly discarded the robe she had on, revealing her delicate skin beneath. He then boldly undid the knot of her robe like unwrapping a gift.

Between the wide-open robe, her soft skin was gently exposed. His heated gaze lingered on her pale, blooming skin.

“Don’t cover up.”

Taeheon’s chest heaved up and down, and Yeonseo moved her hands aside, biting her lip with anticipation.

The idea of exposing everything was turning out to be quite overwhelming.

“Don’t look at me like that…”

“Does it make sense? You know what I have to go through to have you like this?”

Taeheon paused, taking a deep breath.

“…”

Taeheon reached over and rummaged through the bedside drawer, then throwing a box of condoms onto the bed.

Yeonseo stared at them wide-eyed. She was familiar with the items, but it seemed strange to her that it was already prepared. As if reading her curiosity, Taeheon spoke.

“On a day like today, in a room like this, a VIP doesn’t come alone.”

“What do you mean?”

“Then, what should I call it? S*x? Intercourse? Intimacy?”

“…Just call it a relationship.”

“I don’t think what we’re going to do is that classy.”

“I know…….”

Yeonseo muttered and quickly turned her head.

Condoms were a nice touch from the hotel but she couldn’t help but feel embarrassed to think that someone might know what she and Taeheon were going to do tonight.

Taeheon leaned forward. He nibbled at her faintly pulsing neck, sucking hard on her flesh. Yeonseo let out a short moan and curled her toes.

His bangs brushed against her collarbone as he moved down. In her embarrassment, she tried to push his shoulders away but her wrists were grabbed and was pinned above her head.

Taehun provocatively teased Yeonseo, explicitly toying with her curiosity.

“Even here, its just like you, Yeonseo.”

Yeonseo’s eyes turned red as she breathed in the field with embarrassment. Her chest, rising and falling with her breath, was already mottled. It was the result of Taeheon’s devouring gaze.

“It’s small.”

“Oh, it’s not small….”

“Yeah, it’s cute and annoying.”

As his tongue playfully flicked on her buds, Yeonseo’s waist convulsed. The unfamiliar sensation made her clench at the slightest stimulus.

“Stubborn.”

Taeheon’s gaze landed on her sunken stomach and other shy places.

Yeonseo lowered her eyes, unable to withstand the intense scrutiny. The feeling of him delving inside her was unfamiliar, and she whimpered softly.

She didn’t open easily. Taeheon exhaled deeply.

“I-I’m sorry…”

Opening her eyes, Yeonseo struggled and grabbed Taeheon’s shoulders, but she couldn’t stop him as he held her inner thighs and buried his face in it. She was lost in the unfamiliar pleasure, gasping as if she might drown in the unexpected cl*max.

She had thought she would be intoxicated beyond measure, but Taeheon diligently explored every inch of her body. He didn’t withdraw his deeply buried hand until she begged him to stop.

“Please stop…”

“How can I stop now?”

Explicit words spilled out of Taeheon’s mouth. Yeonseo shook her head and pulled on his arm.

That was the best she could do. She wanted him to stop now, to not kindle the fire further.

He arched his back, thrusting hard. He was too much for her to take, even though he’d loosened her up to the point of exhaustion. Her breath caught in her throat at the feeling of her body being split apart in a tight sensation.

“Relax. Let me take control completely.”

“Uh…”

Taeheon stroked the sore spot to ease Yeonseo’s tension. His eyebrows were furrowed as he exerted himself. Yeonseo clutched the sheets as Taeheon pressed his body firmly against hers.

“Hold on.”

As if she had received permission, Yeonseo wrapped her arms around his broad back. His shoulders, firm and wide enough to not feel like she was suffocating, embraced her with just the right weight, bringing a sense of relief.

Her anxiety gradually dissipated. Taeheon kissed her briefly on the lips, then delved deeper into her body.

“Does it hurt?”

“It hurts.”

“I’ll be gentle inside some more.”

“What… How do you want me to…”

“Open up more. It’ll make you more comfortable too.”

Yeonseo nodded her head and held him tightly. Her breath caught in her throat as he drew closer. The heat that started in her toes now filled her head. Yeonseo whimpered as her hand explored further down. They really were connected.

“Why… Does it feel good?”

“No, it’s just…”

“But it feels good for me.”

He grabbed Yeonseo’s hand and pressed their lips together. Yeonseo swayed slowly in the gentle breeze, and in hindsight, it was a moment that was technically miserable, but she moaned sweetly, shamelessly.

She sobbed and clung to Taeheon as he gradually increased his pace. Shaking her head, she called out to him. The pleasure that followed the pain pierced Yeonseo like lightning time and time again as Taeheon thrust into her.

Each time he withdrew and pushed back in, a wave of excitement washed over Yeonseo, stronger than the last.

“Sir, please, go slower…”

“Slower than this? I’m already being considerate enough.”

“Ah! You’re lying…”