Yeon-woo’s upper body jerked upward before collapsing weakly onto the bed.

“Ah……!”

She wanted to tell him to stop, but she couldn’t utter a word. The unfamiliar sensations overwhelmed her completely, making her feel as though she was about to faint. Yet Taecho continued, becoming increasingly persistent.

Yeon-woo could only shake her head.

She couldn’t breathe.

She tried to twist her body to escape, but Taecho held her firmly in place.

A painful heat throbbed deep within her.

“Stop…… Please stop……”

“Why? Do you hate it?”

“Hng…… Sob……”

Taecho raised only his eyes and regarded her arrogantly.

“Do you truly want me to stop?”

“Hng……”

He clicked his tongue when he saw the redness surrounding her tearful eyes, then frowned.

Each time he spoke, his warm breath brushed against her skin. When Yeon-woo flinched, he let out a faint, mocking laugh.

She stared at him through tear-filled eyes.

“I-it’s…… my first time. I don’t know…… I don’t understand what this is……”

Yeon-woo answered between quiet sobs. Her words emerged in a stammer, but Taecho appeared to understand.

His eyebrows rose in displeasure as he tried to continue.

Yeon-woo urgently reached out and pushed him away.

“D-does everyone…… do things like this? Other people really do this too?”

She could not believe it.

Merely being looked at this intimately made her heart feel ready to stop, yet he had gone so much further.

It seemed utterly insane.

“Yes. Everyone does.”

Taecho’s answer drained all color from Yeon-woo’s face.

“Then stop looking at me as though I should feel guilty. That expression makes it seem as if I’m doing something cruel.”

Yeon-woo wanted to tell him that what he was doing truly was cruel.

However, no words emerged.

Only tears continued streaming down her face.

She released her grip on him and raised both hands to cover her face.

“If we went any further, you would probably faint.”

“…Hnk. You already put it in!”

Pausing for a moment, an incredulous chuckle escaped his lips. He was truly shameless.

Yeon-woo’s sobbing grew louder. Fearing the sound might leak outside, she covered her mouth with the hands that had been hiding her face.

Barely holding back the m*ans trying to slip through her fingers, she bit the tip of her tongue, desperately trying to cling to her fading consciousness. Yet, the focus in her pupils kept slipping away.

“Taecho… please…. Please…….”

His movements were growing fierce.

She had never felt a sensation like this before. Terrified by the feeling that she might lose control, she writhed under the intense stimulation. Her body refused to obey her.

Yeon-woo shook her head frantically.

“My heart… feels like it’s going to burst. Taecho, please…. No. Hnk. No…….”

When pushing him away failed, she clawed at his hair.

“Stop, stop!”

Unable to bear the pleasure piercing through her entire body, she let out a sharp cry.

In the end—

“…Lee Yeon-woo?”

She passed out right then and there.

Taecho’s brow twitched.

Staring down at the girl who had fainted, he lowered his head.

“…Ha. D*mn it.”

A sudden wave of thirst washed over him, making him swallow dryly.

…And he was just about to put it in.

“Ha.“

An exasperated laugh burst from him at the sight of the girl who had passed out cold.

“I can come better than you can.”

He whispered softly to the girl who was already unconscious and couldn’t hear a word.

Tsk.

He wondered if she could even swallow a d*ck so absurdly large that a single hand couldn’t fully wrap around it.

“Ha…… ah.”

Despite his concern, he was filled with anticipation. He thought he would enjoy watching her deliciously chew up his p*nis.

Red and purple bruises bloomed like flowers across her pale skin. Her swollen, bitten lips had turned crimson, matching the color of her inner flesh.

Her body was as delicate as Lee Yeon-woo herself.

Yet, despite its pathetic and insignificant appearance, desire surged within him all the same.

The bedding was a complete mess.

“…….”

He recalled how she had been crying moments ago, saying that her heart felt like it was going to burst. Looking down at her as she slept innocently, unaware of anything, he smiled.

Traces of his l*st lingered on her darkened n*pples, which he had sucked so fiercely.

Satisfied, Taecho stepped down from her and lay beside her.

He had wanted to watch her cry beneath him, but when she actually did, he realised that he didn’t like it.

She smiled readily at others, but never at him. He knew that every smile she gave him was fake.

So what if she showed him a real smile?

Taecho’s expression hardened.

Was he going to fall in love?

Absurd. He was only doing this because tormenting Lee Yeon-woo was entertaining, and because he lusted after her body.

Taecho shifted away, creating distance between them.

“…It’s cold.”

“…….”

“Haa… ah. Haa. I’m cold.”

Curled tightly into a ball, she trembled like someone struck with a sudden chill, muttering that she was cold.

‘It isn’t cold, though?’

Taecho’s gaze locked onto her.

“…It’s cold.”

Didn’t she ask for someone to save her in a dream before, too? She certainly dreamed a lot.

“What are you, a kid? Why do you dream so much?”

Muttering complaints under his breath, Taecho drew closer to her. Nothing dispelled the cold faster than human warmth.

Seeing no other option, he slid his arm beneath her neck, pulling her tightly into his embrace before pulling the sheet over them both.

Although he hated heat, he couldn’t leave her alone when she was shaking so much that tears were spilling from her eyes.

The corners of her eyes were flushed red by this point and resembled the color of the place that was revealed every time she gasped. For a long while, Taecho stared at her sleeping form with fascination.

The next day.

Taecho opened his eyes and felt a gaze on him, so he turned his head.

“…What?”

His eyes met hers as she watched him from a short distance away. However, the expression on her face was anything but ordinary.

Her swollen eyes and lips were obviously his doing from yesterday.

“I asked why you’re looking at me like that.”

When her glaring eyes suddenly filled with tears, he sat up.

“…This…. This is…….”

Looking in the direction she was pointing, he saw the ruined bedding.

“What about it?”

That was just how married couples were. Or she could simply lie and say she spilled water while drinking.

“What do you mean, ‘what about it’? If Mom sees this…….”

She sniffled, and for a moment, his fingers twitched on their own at how cute she looked.

“I don’t know anymore!”

Watching her shout with a flushed face before bolting outside, Taecho covered his mouth. The corners of his lips curved upward of their own accord.

‘Should I just grab her and drag her back to bed? he wondered, before deciding to let her off the hook this time.

“Eat well.”

“Thank you for the meal.”

He was having breakfast with his in-laws when she arrived. Sitting across from him, she kept her head lowered as if she couldn’t bear to look at him. She refused to even glance his way.

She was so funny sitting there with her eyes cast down that Taecho first chuckled softly, then burst into an audible laugh.

He noticed his in-laws’ eyes widening, but he couldn’t stop laughing.

“My apologies.”

After apologizing for suddenly laughing in the middle of eating, he looked over at her.

Everything from her ears down to the nape of her neck was flushed crimson. Seeing that brought back the memory of her twitching form from the break of dawn.

‘Ha…….’

Taecho’s lips, which had been turned up toward the sky, hardened firmly.