Chapter 5.5

The buttons on his shirt suddenly seemed so small. His fumbling hands nearly tore them off several times.

The thing restrained within his pants throbbed ominously. If not for his boxer briefs, it might have been bouncing in the air, fully engorged.

‘Calm down. I’m the one undressing, not Eun-sol.’

He found himself silently scolding his lower half.

Still, he maintained a calm exterior. He didn’t want to startle Eun-sol, who already seemed frightened.

With a metallic clink, his belt fell to the floor. Finally, he stood completely bare.

Though he was the one undressed, it was Eun-sol’s face that turned pale.

“Sol-ah.”

Calling her name tenderly, he stroked his *rect member as if to soothe it. Beads of liquid formed at the tip, trailing down the veins of the sh*ft in sticky streams.

His patience had truly reached its limit.

Grasping her thighs, he spread her legs even wider. He rubbed the swollen tip of his manhood against the delicate, flushed folds of her exposed flesh, as if it might burst at any moment.

Eun-sol let out a trembling whimper, as though she might cry, her body shuddering. The wooden table she was sitting on visibly quivered beneath her. Though he wanted to comfort her, there was no room for such indulgence.

The intimate contact of their flesh, combined with the slick fluids seeping between them, blurred his vision as if flames were spreading before his eyes.

What was it like the last time our bare skin touched?

It was a sensation he had recalled every night, moving his hand to the memory, yet now it escaped him.

It didn’t matter. He no longer needed those memories. From now on, he would rediscover it anew.

“…Ha, Jeong-hyeok…”

Eun-sol pleaded pitifully. Kwon Jeong-hyeok was indifferent yet primal in every movement, from his gaze to his touch.

His teasing, hovering on the edge of crossing the line but never quite doing so, was infuriating and maddening.

The uncontrollable w*tness between her legs was mortifying. She wanted to offer some excuse, but she didn’t even have the presence of mind to do so.

“Ugh, ahh!”

All she could do was moan and whimper, her body trembling as his fingers eagerly explored inside her, stirring her depths.

She groaned for a long time, her voice filled with longing, until her body was laid flat. Her back pressed against the wooden table. The faint scent of wood filled her senses before it was quickly overtaken by the pheromones emanating from the man.

“…!”

His large hands slid along the curve of her waist, sending chills down her spine as they traced her vertebrae. Her soaked panties were rolled down, exposing her drenched, throbbing flesh to the cool air.

He began to undress.

The metallic sound of his belt hitting the stone floor rang out dramatically.

It was as if a medieval knight had cast aside his sword, his most trusted weapon. It felt like a declaration that he was ready to risk everything, as if he was about to engage in a life-or-death battle through this act of intimacy.

Eun-sol shivered. She couldn’t tell if it was fear or anticipation, but her face turned pale.

“Ah…”

His hard, blunt tip slid against her wet womanhood.

Everything felt both inexplicably anticipating yet inexplicably frightening.

Like a predator testing its prey, he was focused on rubbing himself against her entrance.

She gasped, her breath caught in her throat. His size was too much—too hot, too hard. It felt as though she were being seared by a furnace, her toes curling involuntarily.

“Kim Eun-sol. Why are you so hot?”

His low murmuring voice was huskier than she’d ever heard before. Yet his expression remained leisurely, like a predator toying with its prey.

Between his relaxed expression and his raging lower half, she could tell which one was the act.

‘You’re more excited than I am.’ 

She wanted to retort, but his sensual gaze, deep like a spider’s web, left her speechless.

“Ah…!”

“Look how cutely swollen you are.”

He pressed his tip firmly against her sensitive bud. Each time he did so, whether from his prec*m or her w*tness, he would slide and brush against her entrance.

“Haa, s-stop…!”

She wanted him to stop teasing and just enter her. Her body ached as though it might break apart. If this feeling didn’t end soon, she thought she might lose her mind. Her lower body quivered and begged for him.

Why was there so much of her fluid? She wondered if she had been this lewd even before losing her memory.

Her hips moved involuntarily, seeking him.

“Jeong-hyeok, Jeong-hyeok…”

Only after calling his name several times in desperation did he finally attempt to enter her. The dark red tip, which had been teasing her so mercilessly, began to push into her flesh. The sensation of it probing her wet, sensitive folds was intoxicating.

“Ahh…!”

Every nerve and sensation in her body seemed to concentrate below. The fullness stretched her insides, sending shivers up to her scalp.

The dark red head reached deep inside her. It wasn’t her first time, yet it felt foreign, perhaps because of her memory loss. The feeling was so strange that a dazed moan escaped her lips.

Soon, he began pounding harshly against her inner walls.

“Ahh, ugh…!”

He showed no mercy, like a violent gust of wind.  

The moans from her lips could no longer endure. Her body, like a willow branch, bent and swayed uncontrollably.  

She thought she understood why he chose this place instead of the bedroom.  

***

…Much time had passed.

In a sealed room devoid of light or clocks, it was hard to estimate the time.  

What was certain was that the small room, no more than three square meters, was filled with a hazy dampness. This was proof of how long and intensely their bodies had intertwined and gasped for breath.  

The explicit sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed endlessly against the stone walls.  

“Ahh, hngh, uh…!”  

Eun-sol’s moans were no different. At first, she was relieved that this was a space where the servants couldn’t hear her unrestrained cries, but she was mistaken.  

The moans that echoed back sounded even more lewd, making her feel ashamed.  

“…Hngh…”  

How many more times had we done it?  

Her hips squelched as if she were sitting on muddy ground.  

Suddenly, she realized the surface her hips rested on was a wooden table.  

This sealed room had been designed by Chairman Kwon Gi-jo, who loved wine. The spot now marked by chaotic traces of their intimacy was the very same wooden table Chairman Kwon had acquired to quietly savor wine and reflect.  

“…Ah!”  

She suddenly snapped out of her daze, realizing the disrespect she had shown to a father-in-law she had never even met.  

However, the wooden table was already covered with traces of their passion, too indecent to behold. Since wood absorbs liquid, it wasn’t something that could be cleaned easily with just a rag.  

“…I think we should stop, stop now…!”

Moreover, if this continued, the night would never end.  

No, the actual night might have already ended.  

Her appearance was likely a mess. She didn’t know how she could face the servants.  

Eun-sol staggered as she tried to stand. Her limp limbs dangled like those of a rag doll.  

“Where do you think you’re going?”  

But before she could take even a few steps, he caught her.  

She tried to explain why they needed to stop this, but she didn’t get the chance to speak.  

“…Hngh!”  

He grabbed her chin, and his tongue hungrily invaded her mouth. Even though he had seemed to have had his fill, he still came at her with the ferocity of a starving beast.  

“…No, we have to stop now…!”

She barely managed to push him away, as if soothing a rock-hard chest. Escaping like a fugitive, she slipped out of his grasp and opened the door to the sealed room.

Even though she had opened the door, she was still in the underground storage room. However, the air and temperature outside the room were noticeably different. She took a deep breath and tried to step onto the staircase. At that moment, her nape was bitten deeply.

“Who said you could turn your back on me without permission?”

The chest she had struggled to push away pressed against her back, and the rough exhalation of a male growled against her neck.

“Where did you learn such bad manners?”

Eun-sol found herself in a pitiable state, like a helpless woman trapped in a den. The clothes she had barely managed to straighten were once again in disarray. Her blouse and bra were pushed up in an instant.

With his large hands, he grabbed her white chest, already marked with kiss marks, and kneaded it as he pleased.

“Ugh…!”

She thought there was no way she could escape now. But as if that wasn’t enough for him, he grabbed her crumpled skirt, tore it halfway, and yanked it off.

“Hngh, how am I supposed to go home like this?”

“I’ll let you leave when you can promise not to drip all over the place.”

His teasing voice, soft and low, reached her ears along with his lips. Then, his fingers rudely pushed aside the panties she had struggled to put on and invaded her insides, leaving her speechless.

“Ah! Ha, Jeong-hyeok…!”

Her body collapsed under the relentless movements of his hand. It was surprising that her body still had the capacity to tremble with pleasure. For a brief moment, she blacked out. When she opened her eyes again, she was in front of the stone wall.