CHAPTER 17

Swallowing the profanity in his mouth and attempting to think of something else, Taejun struggled to divert his attention from her body. Yet, he found himself recalling locking eyes with her large, trembling eyes. He felt his breath catch in his throat as if someone had strangled him.

‘How on earth can she have such clean and transparent eyes? What kind of life has she lived to have eyes like that?’

Just the fact that he was looking at such a woman with impure thoughts made him feel like he had committed something morally wrong.

The next thing he knew, Minhee was flailing her arms. ……. His battle-honed, split-second physical reactions overtook his brain’s regulatory responses. His fingertips tingled as he remembered the feel of her bare, taut skin peeking out from between his fingers beneath her half-bare shorts.

Just recalling the recent situation was enough to feel his rigid center rising, and he sighed deeply before lying back down.

He was used to sleeping n*ked, but the sensation of the sheets brushing against his er*ect center was erotic.

Accustomed to sleeping n*ked, the feeling of the sheet brushing against his er*ect center was peculiar, although he was used to being n*ked. The idea of m*sturbating while thinking about Miss Mini felt somehow… peculiar, like leaving tracks of muddy army boots on freshly fallen snow.

“Should I lie down again after calming down a bit?”

Taejun sat up and pulled a pair of briefs out of his drawer without turning on the light and put them on. The thought of m*sturbating while thinking about Miss Minnie somehow felt… strange, like leaving tire tracks on the clean, white snow.

Returning to bed without covering himself with the blanket, he lay down, but the tension persisted in his lower abdomen, from the p*nis that wouldn’t soften to the thighs. He reached over to the nightstand and popped a sleeping pill into his mouth without water.

‘Where did I leave off earlier?’

Taejun carefully retraced the derivation process of the Black-Scholes equation. The sleeping pill swallowed without water left a bitter aftertaste.

* * *

“Try it, it’s really sweet.”

Miss Minnie, with her milky white and squirming body underneath Taejun’s scarred body without even a single layer of clothing, whispered in a sweet voice like when she offered him a chocolate chip cookie.

As if under a hypnotic spell, Taejun’s head was irresistibly drawn downward. Swallowing the saliva that pooled in his mouth, he opened his lips to take a large bite of her br*ast. The pink, tiny, petal-like n*pple resting atop a jelly made of milk tasted like whipped cream topped with strawberries. It was so sweet it made him dizzy.

“Ahhh……! What does it taste like?”

With plump, quivering red lips, she breathed heavily and asked. Taehun squeezed her white br*asts between his fingers, protruding like small hills, and licked seductively between her opened lips, then pushed his tongue inside, capturing the small hidden tongue within. It tasted of warm syrup.

‘Did I really like something this sweet?’

He sucked on her luscious lips for a long time, then let out a long, hot breath and buried his face in the nape of her neck. As he ran his nose between the round shoulder and neck, the faint scent of chocolate cookies seeped into every nook and cranny of his brain.

His ears rang and grew warmer, and his heart pumped the blood throughout his body towards his lower body. As he stuck out his tongue and descended, he slowly explored every nook and cranny of her milk-candy-like body. With both hands squeezing her as$, he lowered his head between her spread legs.

He stuck his tongue out long into the pink crack and tasted it again and again, like licking an ice cream cone. The sweet flavor of warm and rich caramel melted on the tip of his tongue.

“So sweet… insanely sweet.”

He lifted himself up and slowly buried himself in the whipped creamy sweetness. The sensation, as if something warm was perfectly wrapping around his center, sucking him in and melting him away, sent shivers down his spine.

Even though he barely moved, the sense of cl*max was building up. As he delved deep, the familiar alarm sound penetrated his ears like a piercing drill.

* * *

“AHH…….”

Above the nine TV monitors that filled the wall, the times of the world’s major stock markets were blinking in red numbers on a large digital clock. Taejun glanced at the numbers indicating Eastern Standard Time, sighed heavily, leaned deeply against the back of his chair, and washed his face dry.

‘Thirty-two and still having wet dreams. Moreover, with Miss Minnie.’

The first time Minhee had appeared in his dream, he’d jolted awake at the sound of the alarm, and his eyes had opened to a white ceiling. He’d immediately realized he was dreaming, but once he’d started, he couldn’t stop ej*culating.

His fully er*ect p*nis twitched and spurted s*men against his will. Taejun gritted his teeth at the momentary pl*asure and let out a low moan. After the cl*max, with a hazy and languid sensation, he lifted himself up and lifted the blanket.

‘I should be thankful that I slept with an underwear, something I don’t normally wear when I sleep, so I only have to deal with a wet underwear. I guess I should call this a blessing.’

Taejun tossed his underwear in the trash and stood under the shower, burying his head in his hands. Afterward, a sticky self-disgust lingered, following him throughout the day. Apart from that, he was devastated by his lower body, which was beginning to ache again at the mere thought of his dream.

‘This isn’t normal.’

In the military and the investment finance industry, the majority were males, and when men were together, s*x often became the topic of conversation. He knew that others referred to him as a “monk” behind his back, indifferent to the consistent discussion on that topic.

He wasn’t a celibate; he, too, dealt with his s*xual desires through m*sturbation, like a routine, once a week. He simply believed there was no need to satisfy those desires through women.

For him, s*x with a woman wasn’t worth the weight of the emotions that followed the fleeting pl*asure. Between m*sturbation and s*x with a woman, he was better off with his hands in terms of time spent and efficiency of results.

Seeing that he didn’t feel the need to find a woman to relieve his desires, he thought he wasn’t particularly lustful. However, lately, that wasn’t the case.

Recently, Taejun seemed like a male starved of s*x. In the office, in his study, in his bed. Without even trying, his libido surged. And to a specific person.

Once he acknowledged the situation as it was, his brain, which was used to analyzing and finding answers, struggled to find the solution to the problem at hand. The answer was simple.

‘Once I satisfy my desire by having s*x with the object of my desire, Miss Minnie, this problem will be solved. But how?’

While Taejun had never approached a woman first, he knew he couldn’t just bluntly ask Miss Minnie to have s*x with him.

‘I’d rather Miss Minnie jumped on me like that fired Weekend Nanny. If I asked her to have s*x first, she’d probably run away and never look back.’

The women who approached him tended to express their interest with light physical contact, like leaning into him or stroking his forearm. Even Taejun, who was indifferent, could pick up on those signals.

Having considered various ways women had approached him until now, Taejun felt a strong desire to catch at least one of them, like catching a piece of straw.

But Miss Minnie was so different from the women who had approached him before.

Even if she died and woke up, it was unlikely that she would offer Taejun a s*xual partnership packaged innocently as ‘friends with benefits.’

She didn’t seem like the type to approach him under the guise of work, accidentally touch his thighs, or openly seduce him while wearing only a skirt without underwear.

Taejun actually hated women like that. Unwanted touches made him uncomfortable, and it was too troublesome to reject them one by one. Surprisingly, he realized that he was somewhat shocked at the thought of Miss Minnie acting that way to him.

The problem was that Miss Minnie would take a step back whenever he got too close, looking up at him with frightened eyes.

‘It’s like she’s a small animal that’s entered the den of a predator, busy running away. She seems afraid I’ll swallow her in one bite. I’ve entertained the thought of devouring her, but never seriously.’

She didn’t seem to think of Taejun as anything more than Rose’s uncle and employer. This fundamental difference set her apart from other women who approached him, and Taejun instinctively felt that he shouldn’t project the behaviors of other women onto Miss Minnie.

‘Category: Undecided’

Miss Minnie was the only category in Taejun’s mind that didn’t make sense, remaining undefined. But it was clear that she was the person he needed most right now.

Miss Minnie, who brought order to his and Rose’s chaotic daily lives, was far more important than his damn libido. If he were to rashly proposition her for s*x like many other women who had approached him, he’d end up losing her…

The hairs on the back of his neck stood up.

‘That’s absolutely not an option. There must be other ways besides such extreme measures. What do other guys do when they want to seduce a girl they want to have s*x with?’

Exhaling a frustrated sigh, Taejun leaned back in his chair and looked out through the glass window. Junhee, who had just finished a meeting related to the listing of the hydrogen fuel cell company Hydrocell, was passing by in front of Taejun’s office.

In the early days of the company, both Taejun and Junhee were actively involved in front-office work. However, over time, based on their aptitudes and preferences, Junhee took on the responsibilities of client-facing tasks related to investments, while Taejun focused on analysis and quant investment work. Therefore, Junhee was usually the one attending such meetings.

If the upcoming listing of Hydrocell in two months was successful, TJH Capital was predicting a profit of around 1 trillion won. Junhee’s expression looked satisfied, perhaps indicating a successful meeting.

‘Well, when does Kim Junhee ever have a dark expression, anyway?’

Taejun, standing up from the chair with anticipation, looked out through the window.

‘Should I ask Junhee about it?’

Just then, there was a rhythmic knock on the door. It was Junhee’s trademark knock that everyone in the office knew.

[Hey partner].

[Jun].

They exchanged a quick glance and Jun-hee, impeccably dressed from head to toe, burst into the office.

They exchanged a nod of acknowledgment, and Junhee, impeccably dressed from head to toe, stepped confidently into the office.