As she toppled forward, something soft pressed against his face.

“……”

Taecho slowly blinked.

What the hell was this?

“……Lee Yeon-woo?”

He called her name, but she did not move.

For a moment, he was flustered by the floral scent filling his nose with every breath. Then he reached toward her.

When he pushed her limp body to the side, she rolled away without resistance.

“Did you fall asleep?”

Taecho stared at her curled up like a sleeping child, too dumbfounded to speak.

He wanted to shake her shoulders and wake her immediately.

He wanted to demand what the hell she thought she was doing.

Then his eyes fell upon her pale, bare br*asts.

“Ha…… F*ck.”

“You said you wouldn’t feel anything! I’m going to see if that’s really true!”

He could not understand exactly what she had intended to confirm by stripping off both her shirt and bra.

Tsk.

He could not decide whether she was foolish or brave.

Clicking his tongue, Taecho turned his back to her.

Did she actually think he would so much as bat an eye?

He froze.

Just as Taecho was about to close his eyes, something pressed against his back, startling him into stillness.

“Mmm……”

The arms that had wrapped around his waist felt strangely familiar. She had done the same thing in Seongbuk, so it must be a habit of hers when she’s asleep.

Her drinking habits were terrible, and her sleeping habits were not much better.

A pleasant fragrance drifted from somewhere. It was the same scent he had noticed when she collapsed onto him moments ago, causing Taecho to furrow his brow.

It seemed the mysterious floral fragrance had been coming from her all along.

“Ugh…… Hng…… Sob……”

Taecho was about to coldly knock her arms away when her pained whimpering pierced his ears.

And then……

“……”

Pressed tightly against his back, she was trembling violently.

Wondering what was wrong, Taecho turned around to look at her.

“Ugh…… Save…… me……”

Perhaps she was having a nightmare. Ragged breaths spilled through her vivid red lips. Unable to understand what she was saying, Taecho fixed his gaze upon them.

“P-please…… save…… me……”

Was she begging someone to save her?

Her trembling lips moved as she murmured. Her slender shoulders shook, anguished sobs escaping her as tears spilled down her face. It was as though she were consumed by unbearable sorrow.

Taecho’s expression tightened.

What kind of nightmare could possibly terrify her so much?

Each time a pained whimper escaped her lips, the floral fragrance around her seemed to grow stronger. As her delicate shoulders shook, her full br*asts swayed gently.

Taecho swallowed dryly.

For some inexplicable reason, his mouth had gone completely dry.

He could not tear his gaze away from her br*asts, the skin of which was as pure and unblemished as freshly fallen snow. At their center were delicate pink n*pples that stood out vividly against the pale, translucent skin, which was so thin that the faint veins beneath were visible.

They looked almost delectable.

‘You sick bastard.’

‘What the hell am I thinking?’

All Taecho had to do was close his eyes.

All he had to do was turn his head away.

Yet he could not shut his eyes or look away. He remained completely still, staring at her br*asts swaying softly before him.

He had never realized that they were so full beneath her clothing.

How could a woman with such an innocent face have a body like this?

Nor had he known that her skin was so pale and beautiful.

Her br*asts felt impossibly soft when they pressed against his face. The memory of that warm, yielding sensation made his fingers twitch involuntarily.

Taecho curled his tingling fingers into a tight fist. He slowly drew a deep breath, then released it.

He had almost reached out and touched her.

When he swallowed dryly once more, his Adam’s apple bobbed sharply.

That was when it happened.

“Mmm……”

She nestled into his arms.

Still seemingly trapped in her nightmare, she sniffled, intensifying the floral fragrance and accentuating the soft pressure of her body against his. Taecho reached out to push her away, but instead grasped her trembling shoulder.

The warmth beneath his palm and the silky softness of her skin caused him to stop abruptly.

D*mn it!

Taecho’s face twisted fiercely.

‘D*mn it.’

‘D*mn it.’

‘D*mn it!’

He hastily withdrew his hand, clenching his teeth in the process. Slowly lowering his gaze, he stared in disbelief at the growing bulge in his trousers.

This was insane.

Him?

His body was reacting to Lee Yeon-woo of all people?

He had been so confident.

Even if she had stood before him n*ked, or spread her legs and tried to seduce him, he was sure he wouldn’t have felt anything.

But his body had reacted before his mind could register it.

Her slender, snow-white arms tightened around his waist as she rubbed her cheek against his chest. With every movement, her br*asts pressed against his body, flattening softly against him.

His *rection gradually swelled until it pressed upwards against his stomach, drawing a sigh from his lips.

“……I’m losing my mind.”

All Taecho had to do was push her away.

Yet, for some inexplicable reason, he could not bring himself to do it.

Taecho had always had an answer for everything. But when faced with a situation he could neither understand nor control, frustration tightened in his chest.

He wanted to torment the woman sleeping so innocently beside him, unaware of the state she had left him in.

He wanted to make her cry until she had no more tears left.

But now that tears were actually slipping from the corners of her eyes, why did he find the sight so irritating?

Why did he feel so deeply upset by seeing her trapped in a nightmare, her skin damp with sweat from distress?

Swallowing dryly, Taecho silently studied her pale, sweat-dampened face; the strands of hair clinging to her neck and rounded shoulders; and her full br*asts, which would fill his hand completely if he reached out and grasped them.

His normally unwavering eyes trembled faintly.

Taecho abruptly sprang to his feet and swept a rough hand through his hair.

If he stayed beside her any longer, he was sure he would do something he would regret forever.

His *rection was so hard that it hurt with every step he took. Frowning deeply, Taecho crossed the room and stopped beside the sofa.

‘Ha…… Me, reacting to Lee Yeon-woo……’

No matter how many times he thought about it, Taecho could hardly believe what had happened.

He lay down on the sofa and ran a hand over his tense, weary face. It should have been impossible, yet he could not erase the memory of Yeon-woo’s soft br*asts pressed against his own.

Deciding that sleep was preferable to dwelling on it any longer, he closed his eyes.

Yet despite all the alcohol he had consumed, sleep stubbornly refused to come.

It was going to be an unbearably long night.

An involuntary sigh escaped him.

Unlike Taecho, whose frustration continued to mount, Yeon-woo slept peacefully now, her breathing soft and even as though the nightmare had finally released her. Taecho could almost smell the floral fragrance drifting from her, causing him to sigh more deeply.

The following day.

Having failed to sleep at all, Taecho stood several steps from the bed and silently glared at Yeon-woo, who remained curled up beneath the sheets.

He could not even approach the bed, and was reduced to watching her from a distance.

She slept remarkably well, given that she was unaware her br*asts were exposed.

His throat grew parched once more. Feeling irritated, he rubbed the back of his neck, clenched his fingers into a fist, and approached the bed.

He grasped the sheet and pulled it over her body.

Once she was covered, the strange heaviness pressing on his chest finally eased.

Taecho turned away coldly and headed into the bathroom to wash.

He took a long shower. After drying his hair, he got dressed and buttoned his crisp white shirt. He was adjusting his necktie and preparing to leave for work when he suddenly sensed that someone was watching him.

Still holding his tie, Taecho turned his head and froze.

“……”

His gaze met Yeon-woo’s as she sat on the bed, holding the sheet tightly against her bare chest.

She narrowed her eyes at him.

Initially, Taecho had intended to ignore her and leave, but he stopped.

He was too dumbfounded and irritated to let the matter pass.

“What?”

He demanded to know why she was looking at him like that.

She had done the same thing before; last night, she had… Remembering how she had kept him up all night made his anger rise again.

Meeting her suspicious gaze, he strode towards her. Her hands, clutching the sheet, trembled so visibly that they were clearly visible to anyone watching.

Anyone witnessing this would assume that he had forced himself upon her.

Yet it was Lee Yeon-woo who had caused all of this.

Why was she looking at him as if he were the guilty one?

His frustration surged from his throat.

“You took your clothes off by yourself.”

Taecho delivered the words coldly.

Yet she looked as though she did not believe him.

“Ha…… Never drink alcohol again. Understood?”

He barked the warning, daring her to drink again.

He did not care if she considered it a threat.

“D-don’t lie to me……”

Her voice was quiet, yet the words emerged clearly through her vivid red lips.

“Do you think I undressed you?”

‘Someone like you? Me?’

Taecho’s lips curled as he swept his cold gaze over her from head to toe. Seeing her dark eyes waver seemed to improve his mood slightly.

After watching her press her lips tightly together, he turned away and headed towards the door.

“Liar! Don’t lie to me… Huh? Wait!”

Her voice grew rapidly closer behind him.

She had apparently climbed down from the bed to confront him. Just as Taecho stopped and began to turn around—

“Aah!”

Her foot became tangled in the sheet, and she tripped.

“……Ugh.”

To be more precise, she flew straight into his arms.

The impact knocked him back and left him dazed for a moment. Then Taecho’s eyes widened.

Just as had happened on the bed the previous night, her pale br*asts flattened against his face. Each time she struggled, her stiff n*pples rubbed against his cheeks.

‘F*ck.’

Oblivious to the fact that her n*pples were rubbing against his face, Yeon-woo continued to struggle desperately to free herself. His anger mounted as she failed to get up because the sheet was still tangled around her legs.

“Lee Yeon-woo, you really……!”

Unable to suppress his anger any longer, Taecho opened his mouth to berate her.

Knock, knock.

“Brother! Sister-in-law! Breakfast is ready!”

Ma Taehyun’s voice sounded from beyond the door, accompanied by a knock.

Yeon-woo shrank back in fear, but Taecho wrapped his arms around her, turned his back on the door, and shielded her from view.

Her anxious eyes trembled as she remained trapped within his embrace.

Her whole body shook as if she were a frightened puppy that had lost its mother.

There was no way Taecho would allow Ma Taehyun to see her like this.

“Hurry and come downstairs!”

Ma Taehyun’s footsteps gradually faded as he descended to the first floor.

Silence settled over the room.

This was driving Taecho insane.

He pushed Yeon-woo away quickly; her entire body flushed scarlet. He immediately got up, went into the bathroom and shut the door firmly behind him.

He had only just showered, yet it seemed he would have to wash again.

When he lowered his gaze, he saw the swollen outline straining against his trousers as though it might burst through the fabric at any moment.

He could not understand why this kept happening.

It was enough to drive him completely out of his mind.

Was his body really reacting this strongly to nothing more than a pair of br*asts?

He felt wronged, irritated and furious.

Nevertheless, there was only one way to calm down.