Ji-an repeatedly bit her lip, trying to suppress her moans.

However, the more she tried, the more relentless Se-hyeon became in his stimulation.

“Ah… mm…”

Unable to withstand his relentless pace, Ji-an squeezed her eyes shut.

Even with her eyes closed, her vision kept flashing white.

Maybe it was because it had been so long.

For some reason, everything felt much more overwhelming tonight.

”I’ll do as you asked. But from today on, make sure you handle birth control properly.”

Even after they were married, he had always insisted on careful contraception, unwilling to take any risks. Yet now, as if he had made up his mind, Se-hyeon took her without restraint.

Countless times before, Ji-an had clung to the bedsheets, trying to steady her muddled thoughts.

“Haa…”

Se-hyeon let out a deep breath and paused for a moment.

Running his hand roughly through his sweat-dampened hair, he lowered his upper body closer to Ji-an.

“Yoo Ji-an.”

Hearing her name whispered so close to her ear, Ji-an slowly opened her tightly shut eyes.

The deepening haze in his gaze made her heart pound uncontrollably.

“How would you even know?”

“Hnn…”

“How I treat other women?”

Se-hyeon gripped her soft flesh firmly, causing her delicate forehead to scrunch up in pain.

Twisting in his arms and not knowing what to do, she looked up at him as he muttered.

“That’s what you asked for.”

“Ah… mm…”

Trapping her tightly in his embrace, Se-hyeon brought her to the brink of climax.

Despite the strain, Ji-an clung to him desperately.

She had always adjusted to his pace over the past three years, but tonight she was somehow different.

For some reason, that change in her kept gnawing at him.

Strangely, he didn’t know why he felt so emotional.

Watching her intently, Se-hyeon pressed down on her tilted hips and pulled her closer.

“Haa!”

The lack of space between them left her breathless.

Ji-an gripped his shoulders tightly, barely suppressing her moans.

Se-hyeon could feel her small hands trembling as they clutched his shoulders.

Although their relationship was purely contractual, he knew Yoo Ji-an’s body better than anyone else did.

In fact, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that they had spent more time in bed together than anywhere else.

Her once-clear face was flushed deep red. Perhaps it was in retaliation for her suggestion that he let her go, but he found himself tormenting her even more.

Se-hyeon gazed down at her bruised, swollen lips and found himself unable to resist kissing them again.

As he did so, Ji-an’s hands slowly slid up from his shoulders to wrap around his neck.

“Mm… ngh!”

Their saliva mingled sweetly as Se-hyeon’s movements became rougher.

“Please treat me gently like we’re truly married. Like we’re in love.”
‘Gently.’
The moment he intended to take her with even more greed, those words suddenly echoed in his mind.

His lips, sucking on her like she was sweet candy, curled into a faint smirk.

“Ah…”

A soft moan escaped from Ji-an’s lips as she moved. Even the slightest movement sent sharp pains through her hips and waist.

There had always been a considerable size difference between her and Se-hyeon, and, since he tended to be rather rough, this wasn’t an uncommon occurrence.

Today, however, the lingering soreness was far more intense, making movement difficult.

As she slowly opened her eyes, she saw the empty space beside her on the bed.

“…”

Se-hyeon usually woke up earlier than her. She blinked a few times, then turned her gaze to the bedside table to check the time.

The moment she saw it, her eyes widened in shock and she quickly sat up.

“Ah!”

The sharp pain caused her to furrow her brows. After taking a moment to steady her breathing, she carefully got out of bed and began getting ready to go downstairs.

She had finally slept deeply for the first time in a while. Since Se-hyeon stopped coming to the bedroom a few days ago, she hadn’t been able to rest properly, as if she had a guilty conscience.

Even when she slept, it was only in short, light bursts.

Last night, however, she had slept so deeply that she hadn’t even heard the alarm.

As she tied her hair up neatly, Ji-an recalled what had happened the night before.

Just as she was about to hurriedly leave the room —

“…..!”

— she froze, startled, when she came face-to-face with Se-hyeon walking out of the bathroom.

Instinctively, Ji-an took a step back in surprise. They had bumped into each other countless times before, but meeting his gaze today made her feel incredibly awkward for some reason.

She quickly averted her gaze. The familiar scent of their shared body wash drifted from him.

Even as she lowered her gaze, his figure — draped in nothing but a towel around his waist — entered her line of sight.

“Where are you rushing off to?”

As she frantically searched for somewhere to rest her gaze, Se-hyeon spoke first.

“Ah, I was going to make breakfast. I overslept.”

Stammering, Ji-an struggled to explain. Se-hyeon let out a short, amused chuckle, as if finding her flustered state amusing.

“Get ready and come down.”

As Ji-an hurried past him, he suddenly pulled her back by her wrist. In an instant, she was standing right in front of him, her eyes wide with surprise as she looked up.

“Were you planning to go downstairs like this?”

“Pardon?”

Blinking in confusion, she didn’t quite grasp his meaning until Se-hyeon’s fingers brushed her exposed collarbone.

“Ah…”

Ji-an flinched and tensed her shoulders at the teasing touch.

“Were you planning to advertise just how heated things got last night?”

He clicked his tongue in disapproval. It was only then that Ji-an realised what he meant, and her face instantly flushed red.

In her rush to get dressed, she had thrown on the first outfit she could find.

With the neckline exposing her collarbone, the marks left behind from last night were fully visible.

“Ah…”

Se-hyeon’s hand rose and lightly touched her plump earlobe.

The gentle rustling sound and sensation sent goosebumps across her skin.

“Or did you wear this on purpose? To make it obvious that we’re trying for a baby?”

Se-hyeon tilted his head and gave her a crooked smirk as he locked eyes with her.

There was a hint of sharpness in his tone, and Ji-an understood what he meant.

“No, it’s not like that.”

She replied quickly, shaking her head and pouting as though making an excuse. She swatted away his hand, which was still toying with her earlobe.

“I’ll change and head down first.”

With a small huff, she slipped past him and quickly entered the dressing room.

When she checked her reflection in the mirror, her face turned bright red.

‘Oh my God!’

She hadn’t realised just how deep the neckline was. In her rush, she had simply grabbed the first dress she saw without imagining it would reveal so much.

Her neck and collarbone were covered in far more bruises and marks than she had expected.

The thought of going downstairs like this made her feel dizzy.

Sighing heavily, she pulled out a high-necked jumper. But just as she was about to undress to change, Se-hyeon suddenly appeared in the dressing room.

“What are you doing here?”

His question amused her and she stared at him, dumbfounded.

“Why else would I come into the dressing room?”

Ah, right. He had come to pick out his work clothes.

Feeling foolish for asking such an absurd question in a panic, Ji-an scolded herself inwardly.

Lost in thought, she didn’t hear Se-hyeon speak again.

“Pick a suit and come down.”

“Alright.”

Se-hyeon was always particular when it came to his suits.

In the early days of their marriage, Ji-an would spend a long time carefully selecting an outfit for Se-hyeon, only for him to completely ignore her choice and wear whatever he wanted instead.

After this happened several times, Ji-an eventually gave up.

There was no point in picking clothes that he wouldn’t wear anyway.

He always chose his own suits. So why was he suddenly asking her to do it now?

For now, she put the clothes she had been holding onto to one side and reached for the shirts.

But before she could take a step, Se-hyeon closed the distance between them.

In just a few long strides, he was right in front of her.

Startled, Ji-an instinctively stepped back, only to find herself trapped between him and the wardrobe.

“What colour would you like?”

Flustered by his proximity, Ji-an blurted out the first thing that came into her head.

“It’s been three years since we got married, and my wife still doesn’t know her husband’s preferences.”

Se-hyeon replied with a crooked smile. At that moment, his large hand slipped beneath the hem of her dress. The sudden warmth against her bare skin made her head spin at that early hour.

“I’m going to be late—mmph!”

His hand quickly found her most sensitive spot while his lips gently captured hers. Se-hyeon guided her small hand to wrap around his neck, pulling her even closer.

With practised ease, he slid the dress from her body and let it fall to the floor. He then untied the large towel wrapped around his waist.

“Haa… Se-hyeon, wait, just—”

She tried to stop him, but his lips silenced her again. Her body was still sore from the night before, her muscles aching all over.

She hadn’t imagined that she would end up like this in the dressing room while trying to get changed.

His moist lips toyed with hers, his tongue curling skilfully, before he leaned in to whisper softly in her ear.

“This baby you want so badly—don’t worry. I’ll give it to you soon, alright?”

“That’s not—mmph!”

Hearing his husky voice, Ji-an squeezed her eyes shut once more.