CHAPTER 47

Each of Minhee’s actions felt like a temptation to him.

Whether it was the way she looked up at him with her big, clear eyes, or the way her br*asts were shaped in a seductive silhouette hidden under her modest sweater.

When her laughter sparkled too brightly, he found himself stroking her cheek unconsciously, and Minhee’s cheeks flushed red. At that moment, he wanted to seize Minhee’s neck and shower her with kisses. Even the sweet scent that brushed his nose whenever she got closer seemed deliberately tempting him.

Loitering in front of Minhee’s firmly closed door like a h*rny beast, Taejun ruffled his hair. This wasn’t like him at all.

Normally, whenever women and s*x were involved, he laughed at the stupidity of men who thought with their penises instead of their brains and did stupid things. But when it happened to him, he realized he was one of those stupid guys.

Sure, he had been desperately commanding himself to restrain and be patient in his prefrontal cortex. However, the problem was the much stronger and more direct signals being sent from his cerebral cortex and erectile control center to his lower body.

The solution to satisfying primal and selfish instincts beyond reason lay beyond this door. Once hailed as a genius, he simply found himself pounding on the door driven purely by instinct, without any excuses or plans.

‘Oh, I shoved a handful of condoms down my pants before I came here, so I guess I’m not completely without a plan.’

As soon as the knocking sounded, there was a thud and a clatter as something fell over. Taejun’s heart skipped a beat.

‘Did she fall? Is she hurt?’

The image of Minhee lying on the ground with her limbs bent grotesquely flashed through his mind. His body suddenly went cold like a lump of lead, and his throat tightened. Taejun knew all too well how easily people could get hurt or even die.

The people who had meant so much to him would disappear from his life one day, suddenly, and just like that. A cold sweat broke out on his forehead. As Taejun’s heavy hand gripped the doorknob like a lump of lead, there was a clicking sound, and the door swung open.

“Ye—!”

With a long, urgent response, a small face with wet hair stuck to it popped out from beside the door. Taejun breathed a sigh of relief and pushed the door a bit, exerting a little force on the hand holding the doorknob. Minhee was easily pushed aside, her face momentarily disappearing behind the door.

“What’s the matter?”

Taejun pushed his way into the room, trying to assess the situation. The desk chair lay sprawled on the floor, and the robe was lying beside it.

Taejun pushed his way into the room, probing around to assess the situation. A desk chair lay sprawled on the floor, a robe lying next to it.

“Oh… I heard the knocking and hurried out, but I tripped and fell…”

“Are you okay? Be careful―oh, be careful…”

Taejun stuttered as he looked at Minhee holding onto the doorknob. He covered his mouth with his fist and cleared his throat.

“You’re not hurt?”

Minhee nodded, fighting the urge to hide behind the door. She didn’t dare look Taejun in the eye.

Just a while ago, after taking a shower and putting on her robe, she had felt an unexpected surge of confidence. For some reason, her reflection in the mirror today seemed mature and beautiful. It felt like her self-image, stuck at fifteen, had suddenly matured at lightning speed overnight.

Recalling the thrilling sensation of last night, when a man like Baek Taejun seemed to desire her, her body trembled with excitement. She felt like she could face any man confidently and without flinching from his gaze.

So, she decided to try on the sexy lingerie she had recently purchased. Although it belonged to the more modest category in the lingerie store, compared to her usual pajamas of shorts and tank tops, it was a world of difference between fifteen and twenty-five.

The sensual silk slip, clinging to her body, had a neckline deeply cut in the shape of a heart, and the length barely covering her b*ttocks had one side slit deeply up to her hip bone.

She confidently strutted out of the bathroom and stood in front of the full-length mirror on the wall, turning around once like a model on a catwalk. As the smooth silk adhered to her damp skin from the shower, the curves of her n*ked body appeared vividly.

‘Ugh, seems like I’m still far from this level.’

Minhee felt too embarrassed to look directly at her reflection, which seemed shockingly erotic. She covered her face with her hands and peeked through her fingers at her reflection in the mirror. Just then, there was a heavy, thudding knock on the door that interrupted her thoughts. The only person who would knock on Minhee’s door at this hour, when Rose was asleep, was Taejun.

It was the first time in her life that Minhee had been so startled. She scrambled around in confusion, feeling like she had been caught shoplifting, before finally grabbing her robe from the bathroom floor. Determined not to show her disheveled state in such revealing clothing to the man outside the door, she hastily put it on. As she ran towards the door, intending to push it open while covering her body, she accidentally stepped on the robe’s belt and fell over. As she fell, she hit her leg against the corner of the bed, grabbed onto the desk chair, and fell together with it.

Despite the pain, with the determination not to show herself in such attire to the man outside, Minhee quickly got up. She staggered, rushing to grab the doorknob, and leaned her face out next to the door. Although she wasn’t sure what the matter was, she intended to talk to him and send him away while blocking herself with the door.

But it turned out that the person knocking on the door was Taejun, and instead of leaving after asking what had happened, he forcefully pushed the door open and barged in.

“You’re hurt, here.”

Taejun spoke abruptly as he kneeled down, bowing his head. He gently pulled Minhee’s leg, carefully placing it on his lap. Her calf, which had been scratched on the angled bed platform, was bleeding lightly. Now that she thinks about it, her knees are red and her palms are sore.

‘I’m going to have some bruises. More importantly, how do I get out of this position…….’

She didn’t care much about the scratches anymore. She was more concerned with the way Taejun’s broad shoulders were hunched over her as he knelt, her bare legs exposed to him.

Minhee, who wore no underwear and only a skimpy slip, gathered her thighs and pushed the hem of her skirt down with both hands.

“Oh, it’s okay, it doesn’t hurt.”

“Not enough to leave a scar, but let’s put some medicine on it and put a bandage on it right now.”

Minhee tried to twist her leg out of his grasp, but she couldn’t escape from Taejun’s grip, which didn’t seem particularly tight.

“It’s okay to leave it like this-“

“It’s not okay!”

Taejun cut off Minhee sharply, looking up at her. When their eyes met, Minhee felt like the ground was shaking beneath her. Her heart was beating too fast, making her feel dizzy and queasy.

Taejun’s previously furrowed brow gradually relaxed, and his red tongue licked his dry lips. Then there was a loud gulp as he swallowed.

Minhee felt Taejun’s intense gaze scanning her from head to toe, openly and unabashedly. Her heart pounded as she felt a different kind of intense emotion rising within him, and it was not concern.

Intimidated by Taejun’s gaze, Minhee’s heart fluttered. But then she felt a rebellious thrill surging up her spine.

‘This is the look a man gives when he desires a woman. Seducing him… should I try? But how?’

The confidence she had felt while wearing her sexy nightdress subtly resurfaced. As Minhee pondered where to start, she wiggled her foot, which was resting on Taejun’s lap.

Taejun covered her foot with his hand as if to tell her to stay still. His hand was larger than Minhee’s foot.

“Did you know I was coming?”

A low, husky voice reverberated through the small room. Minhee shook her head, and Taejun’s firm thigh muscles twitched under her foot. She whispered in a hushed voice.

“Why did you come here?”

“Why do you think I came?”

“…”

Taejun exhaled heavily, his warm breath brushing against Minhee’s knee as he leaned in and whispered.

“Practice… Do you want more? There’s a lot I can teach you.”

His soft lips tickled her rounded knee, then firmly pressed against it before pulling away. Taejun slowly raised his heavy eyelids and looked up at Minhee. Afraid her heart might burst if she spoke, she held her breath and simply nodded.

Minhee lifted her trembling hand and brushed Taejun’s hair away from his forehead. As her fingers traced along his thick eyebrows, Taejun’s eyelashes drooped, and his eyes closed. When her hand delicately brushed over a scar connecting his eyebrow to his forehead, Taejun’s eyes snapped open.

His pupils were clouded with a dull haze. Taking Minhee’s fingers in his own, he kissed them, then let her leg drop to the floor and rose to his feet in a single, endless motion.

The man who had kneeled and looked at Minhee now stood over her, holding her hand and gazing down at her. Minhee met Taejun’s gaze, and he led her to sit on the edge of the bed, still holding her hand.

“Stay here and don’t move.”

Taejun turned and quickly opened the door, leaving the room with brisk steps. Minhee sat on the bed in a daze, half-heartedly looking at the partially open door. She had tried to seduce Taejun, but it seemed she was the one who ended up being seduced.

‘Why did he suddenly leave in this atmosphere?’

She became conscious of her outfit again, wearing only a thin slip and no underwear. As she moved to pick up the robe that had fallen on the floor, Taejun returned. The door clicked shut behind him as he entered.

“I thought I told you not to move.”

Taejun’s imposing stride towards Minhee was overwhelming. Unconsciously stepping back, Minhee’s thighs touched the bed, and she hesitantly sat down. Taejun approached Minhee, kneeling in front of her once again.

Minhee was amazed to see the towering man casually kneeling in front of her. It made her feel special and important to him.