Chapter 7.2 

The heat in the room seemed to rise, making her vision blur. Between the legs of the spread-out figure, something white began to drip out in streams.  

“……”  

Eun-sol couldn’t bring herself to move her spoon. The chicken lying in the bowl, its legs spread open and spilling white glutinous rice, looked far too much like herself.

The octopus, placed in a way that it coiled around the chicken with its eight legs, looked exactly like Kwon Jeong-hyeok, the one who had cooked it. This was the Haejintang (seafood chicken soup) he had made.  

Surprisingly, he was good at cooking. Royal stir-fried rice cakes, gambas, kimchi stew, salmon steak, octopus salad, risotto, and even black bean fried rice.  

The fact that she had eaten so many of his dishes meant that several days had passed since she had been stuck in this mansion without a way out.  

“…I can’t eat this.”  

That was the first thing Eun-sol said after keeping her mouth shut with a firm stance all day.  

“Why?”  

He took a spoonful of the soup and tasted it, his expression questioning what could possibly be wrong.  

“I just don’t want to eat it.”  

“It took me three hours to make this. For you.”  

Eun-sol was slightly dumbfounded. He seemed to remember that it took him three hours to make Haejintang, but conveniently forgot that he hadn’t let her sleep for even three hours the night before.  

This was the same man who, claiming to be too busy with work, had made it impossible to share a single meal together for over two months. But suddenly, he had taken two weeks off and was now clinging to her day and night, feeding her three meticulously prepared meals a day.  

There was no sense of moderation or compromise—he did everything entirely his way.  

‘When did I ever ask you to do this?’  

The Haejintang was no exception to this pattern.  

“I just don’t want to eat it.”  

Eun-sol placed her spoon down with a firm clink. The sound was louder than she’d expected since the table was made of marble. She only wanted to express her discomfort, not provoke him, so her shoulders flinched slightly in hesitation.  

“Don’t assume I’m perfect at everything, including mind reading.”  

He let out a soft chuckle. Even so, he didn’t press her further for an explanation as to why she wouldn’t eat.  

However, the way his hand tore off a chicken leg and placed it on her plate was annoyingly considerate.  

“Chew it thoroughly so you don’t choke.”  

It was as if he had completely erased her earlier refusal to eat. Blowing gently on the chicken meat to cool it down, he looked like a devoted husband.  

While the Haejintang grew cold, her insides boiled with frustration.  

“You really are a terrible man, you know that?!”  

In the end, the words she had been holding back all day burst out. He might not have the ability to read minds, but he certainly had a knack for making her speak.  

“What’s so terrible about me? I’m just doing my best.”

Whether he truly didn’t know or was just pretending not to, the man responded smoothly and then stood up from his seat.  

Soon, abandoning the seat across from her, he walked around the large dining table and casually sat down right next to her.  

The chair creaked as he sat down.  

As if wanting her to hear it, he subtly shifted his weight on the chair, and each time he moved, the chair groaned under the strain of his large frame, making a painful sound.  

The chair, which had been perfectly sturdy before, was damaged entirely because of what had happened that morning.  

Right after sitting on that chair and finishing the panini he had prepared, her skirt had been lifted, and he had mercilessly devoured her below.  

‘Ah…!’  

The memory of that morning flashed through her mind, and a dizzying sigh escaped her lips. Her gaze instinctively wandered to his lips. Up close, it was clear that his lips were chapped.  

Considering how much she had struggled earlier that morning—enough to break one of the chair’s sturdy legs—there was no way his soft lips could have remained unscathed.  

Of course, the state of her own body was even worse. She could still vividly feel the sensation of his tongue invading her tight space and his teeth grazing her sensitive nub, making her shudder.  

‘He always leaves me a mess, completely wrecked, while acting as if nothing happened himself. I really hate that.’  

At least this time, his lips were left chapped.  

‘Does this make things fair?’  

No. Fairness or whatever, none of it felt right. The fact that the traces of her writhing under his overwhelming pleasure were now stuck on his lips like a badge of proof—it was unbearable.  

“I really hate this…!”  

A sigh she had been holding back spilled out.  

“Is this sarcasm?”

Eun-sol glared at him with wide eyes.  

“How long are you going to keep letting your words and body act separately?”  

He casually rubbed his lips with his hand, fully aware of her intense gaze fixed on them, and asked again.  

“You know it’s not sarcasm! You lock me up like this, and for days, all you do is that, that, th-that thing!”  

She had wanted to use much cruder words.  

Words she had never dared to say aloud before—vulgar and explicit expressions that might actually make him feel something.  

Honestly, any degrading term in existence could have applied. Sticking to her endlessly, thrusting and releasing, leaving her moaning in pleasure—it was all so beastly.  

But she lamented her inability to even know such words, let alone say them.  

“I’ll teach you, so listen carefully.”  

Suddenly, he leaned in and whispered something into her ear.  

“……!”  

The vulgar words, which were likely censored with a long beep, heated her eardrums. Her face turned as red as a beet, and her mouth hung open in shock.  

Something about thrusting, and some other obscene phrases—words she had never heard in her life. Even thinking about repeating them felt too explicit and humiliating.  

Though he had always exhibited tyrannical tendencies, his language had generally been gentlemanly, so this was quite a shock.  

“In moments like that, you’ve got to use expressions like these, Sol-ah. Not that it’ll actually affect me, but at least if you want me to pretend I’m hurt.”  

The man’s expression remained composed, even as he uttered those crude words. It felt like she had lost something in this exchange. He had seen right through her thoughts.  

“Ha, you’re really good at reading minds.”  

She gulped down the water in front of her.  

“There’s something I’m even better at.”  

He was a man who never let her win, not even once. Even after drinking a full glass of water, her body only grew hotter.  

“For example, kissing.”  

Her chin was suddenly grasped, and his warm breath drew closer. His red tongue skillfully pried open her tightly pressed lips and began to tangle with hers.  

She tried to push against his chest, but he didn’t budge. His tongue moved with relentless sensuality, even more merciless than when he invaded her below. Her mind started to blur.  

If this continued, she knew she would crumble again. In desperation, she bit down hard, leaving a mark on his lips.  

“……!”  

The metallic taste of blood spread across her tongue. But his lips didn’t retreat. The hand gripping her chin only tightened slightly.  

Her mind was aggressively swept away along with the thick exchange of saliva. Only after stealing all her breath did he finally, reluctantly, pull his lips away.  

“Do you want to eat, or be eaten?”  

He acted as though he were generously offering her a choice, his arrogance on full display.  

“Neither.”  

It was only then that she remembered they were in the dining room and that they had been about to eat.

“Then I’ll have to choose for you.”  

“Ah! Put me down!”  

Her body was suddenly lifted into the air. He carried her out of the dining room and laid her down on the large sofa in the center of the living room.  

The way he hoisted her up like a brute and then gently set her down as if handling fragile glass left her speechless.  

“As if you’re not going to crush me anyway.”  

“You know me so well. Our Sol is so smart.”  

He patted her head as if she were adorable. Meanwhile, his other hand slipped under her loungewear dress, moving as naturally as a stream merging into a river.  

“Ah!”  

She was bound tightly, like being tied with a thick rope, unable to move even an inch. The metallic sound of a buckle being undone sent a shiver down her spine.  

“Mm…!”  

His hard member touched her wet flesh. The hot, blunt tip brushed against the split, and soon, the firm gl*ns slid along, targeting her cl*toris.  

“Ah, not there…!”  

The more she pleaded for him to stop, the more he pressed his manhood against her cl*toris, teasing her relentlessly.  

Panting, gasps escaped her lips like a helpless kitten.  

His manhood, glistening with fl*id, bobbed as if it were about to release.  

Then, gripping her trembling waist as if she’d been electrocuted, he thr*st deep. The stimulation against the inner walls of her womb forced a sharp gasp from her lips.  

“Ah…!”  

He didn’t give her a moment to catch her breath. His merciless movements stole away every ounce of air she tried to take in.  

“Ahh, mmh…!”  

The pace of his thr*sts became increasingly rough. The depths of her body were pounded without mercy. Groans of pain and pleasure spilled out uncontrollably. It seemed like either the sofa would break, or one of them would.  

Her breathing grew ragged, and her entire body became limp, like overripe fruit. Only after her consciousness blurred, shapeless and unsteady, did he finally stop moving. She felt the lukewarm sensation of his release spreading below her, accompanied by his low groan.  

“I’ll ask you again.”  

In a voice now softer, he whispered into her ear.  

“Do you want to eat now, or be eaten more?”  

Eun-sol, her strength drained, raised her trembling hand and pointed toward the dining room.  

“Good girl.”  

He dressed her in the crumpled clothes and carried her to the dining room, just as he had carried her out.  

The food, once steaming hot, had gone cold.  

“I’ll reheat the food for you.”  

Soon, the reheated soup was placed in front of her.  

On the fifth day of what felt like captivity, she learned something new.  

She had tried to resist by refusing food, hoping to avoid what came afterward with her husband. But…  

It was futile. The order had only been reversed—rather than eating first and then engaging, he simply engaged first and then fed her.