CHAPTER 77 

“Ha. Where did you learn to say such things?”

“Ugh! I, I didn’t mean to… Aah! I feel like I’m going to die…”

Clutching the sofa armrest, Minhee was helplessly rocking her hips, which were held by Taejun. Her body was blotched with red flowers, marked by his traces. Taejun kept his p*nis inserted in her and lightly rotated her upper body.

“Ack! Take it out first… Huh!”

Taejun bit down hard on her chest, sucking fiercely with his lips and mercilessly scraping the already red and swollen sensitive peak with his pointed tongue.

“Hmph!”

Detaching his lips, Taejun chuckled and buried his face in her br*asts. His words flowed from his mouth like honey.

“You want to eat me for dessert?”

He even playfully rotated her legs. Seemingly not wanting to pull out of her even for a moment, he kept his lower body tightly pressed against hers. Taejun lifted her trembling legs onto his shoulders, bending her nearly in half as he leaned down. Then he languidly licked up her cheek.

“Sweet, like dessert.”

As he rotated his hips, he thrust into her deep, hitting her sensitive inner walls randomly.

“When did I! I… wanted to eat you later, you know, aaah! Taejun, it’s already the third time!”

In truth, she just wanted to kiss Taejun a little more. She really didn’t expect to be dragged out without even getting to eat dessert.

As Taejun bit his teeth and narrowed his eyes, he pulled her waist even tighter. His p*nis delved deep into the deepest part of her.

Dizzying pl*asure shot up her spine as he buried the root of his c*ck into her. Taejun exhaled heavily, running his hand through his hair.

“Aah! Not there!!”

“Breathe, Minhee. Just relax a bit, be a good girl.”

“Ah, it’s too… you’re going too deep! Huh!”

“I can’t go any deeper than this anyway.”

“Ugh, I-I’m…!”

“Ugh, Minhee, let go. I need to move. Soon. I’ll make you feel good, heh!”

“……!!”

Minhee’s mouth hung open as if she couldn’t breathe, but not even a sound came out. She shuddered and arched her back. Her thighs cramped, and her lower abdomen contracted forcefully. Every capillary in her body flushed pink to the tips of her fingers, as if every nook and cranny had heated up.

Taejun buried himself deep inside Minhee’s inner walls, basking in the ecstatic sensation of her rhythmic squeezing, the hairs on his back standing on end as goosebumps crawled up his spine.

“…F*ck. You’re really… too pretty.”

Taejun slowly rotated his hips. His gl*ns were snugly nestled against an incredibly sensitive spot. Whether it was because it was right above the delicate entrance to her ut*rus or not, she seemed to feel more pl*asure from his gentle rubbing than from his pounding.

Minhee felt like she was going to faint from the vaguely electric sensation. As the intense pleasure surged from head to toe like madness, tears burst from her eyes.

“Huff… please stop… I feel like I’m going to die… Huh.”

“Just a little more. You like this, don’t you?”

Taejun lifted her hips a little to angle her, then slowly turned her around. She clung to him frantically as he kissed her lips, and then her whole body shuddered as if she was getting a chill. She covered her reddening face with her hands.

“Awww……!”

“Don’t cover it. Don’t you want to see my face?” 

Minhee shook her head and wrapped her face-covering hand around Taejun’s neck, clinging to him.

“No. I like it, I like it so much…… suck, ouch!”

Another shudder ran through her body. Her arms slid away from his neck, her narrow lining contracting and relaxing in spasms. Tears slid from her closed eyes down her temples as her body went limp.

“Haah……I love you…….”

For a moment, Taejun’s shoulders twitched. The muscles in his entire body contracted tensely.

“Ugh!”

An emotion he couldn’t tell if it was joy or terror washed over him. His p*nis throbbed uncontrollably, and an uncontrollable cl*max came suddenly. The extreme pleasure paralyzed his thoughts. When the agonizingly long, exhilarating cl*max ended, Taejun stared at the woman fainting in his arms, dumbfounded.

‘What did I just hear?’

* * *

“Wait, what did you do?!”

Miho, who had changed on the spot into the refrigerator pants Minhee had bought for her in Korea because they looked comfortable, and was chewing on a piece of dried pollack, shouted in surprise.

“…I’m not entirely sure. But right before I fainted, I think I blurted out that I love Taejun without realizing it. I hope it was just a dream. But I do have a vague memory, so it probably wasn’t.  Ugh. It’s a total violation of the contract. I won’t be able to say anything even if I get kicked out. What do I do?”

Minhee banged her forehead on the coffee table and sprawled over it.

“…Whoa, calm down. You’re going to break the table. You said you weren’t sure. And hey! Besides, during s*x, when you feel too good, there are plenty of people who say ‘I love you’ even to someone they’ve just met. So, love confessions during s*x are invalid.”

Minhee lifted her head abruptly from the table.

“It’s not like that! The s*x was…… good, but I’m really in love with Taejun!”

“Geez. Just let it all out, let it all out. What are you gonna do? Hey, but this is delicious. Got any more?”

“Yeah. I bought some more. Mihoho, try this too. First class allows you to bring a lot of luggage. So, I bought another big suitcase and filled it with food, cosmetics, and gifts for the kids. If anyone saw me, they’d think I’d immigrated.”

Minhee eagerly unpacked the goodies she brought from Korea onto the coffee table.

“Good job, Minmin! Aw, how cute!”

Miho, with a piece of dried pollack in her mouth, grabbed Minhee’s cheeks with both hands and shook her. Minhee pushed Miho’s hand away and pleaded, her eyes drooping at the corners.

“Now listen to me! The weirdest thing is that Taejun still treats me the same as before.”

“Then isn’t that a good thing?”

“He must have heard my confession, but it’s strange that he doesn’t say anything. I breached the contract first, but he’s not even angry or showing any signs of having heard it.  I don’t know how to interpret this.”

Miho took a long swig from her can of beer.

“Maybe he just wants to keep sleeping with you, even if you broke the contract. He’s turning a blind eye.”

“…Ugh. I thought about that too, but now that I’ve heard it, it’s kind of hurtful. I… I want to have s*x with Taejun, and I really love him.”

“Yeah. You’re one of those girls, huh? Good luck.”

Sighing heavily, Minhee took a sip of her beer. The carbonation stung like a thorn as it went down her throat. Miho furrowed her brow as she watched her, and then grumbled in a blunt but concerned voice.

“Hey, can’t you just stick to having s*x like that guy? It’s much more comfortable and cost-effective. You really need to give up on this unrequited love. In my opinion, love is… generally overrated. What’s so great about it?”

“Will that work? If love could be so easily switched on and off, why else would there be so many songs in the world about the tragedy of love?”

Minhee murmured, quoting something Miho had said to her before. Miho shrugged.

“If it were me, I’d probably do that.”

“The problem is, Taejun treats love like it’s some kind of Ebola virus. I can guess why, but…”

“Why? Did he get hurt by an ex and develop trauma?”

“I don’t know much about Taejun’s dating history, but I think it might be something from his childhood. He must have been hurt pretty badly to have that kind of trauma. I don’t want to go into the details, since it’s his private business… Sorry, Miho.”

“No need to apologize. Our Minhee, you used to blabber on and on whenever you had a crush, but now you’re being all careful with your words. Guess that guy really means a lot to you, huh?”

Minhee buried her face in her hands and mumbled.

“It’s not just a lot.  I love Taejun so much that my heart feels like it’s going to burst like a balloon. Miho… What should I do?”

Minhee now felt she understood why the protagonists in so many dramas confess their love even knowing it may not be reciprocated. When the love in one’s heart grows too big, there comes a point where it becomes overwhelming to hold it all in alone.

“Sigh… What can you do? Then try confessing again. Not when you’re about to faint from s*x, but when you’re in your right mind. Whether it turns out good or bad, at least there will be a conclusion.”

* * *

[Minhee! You bought all this stuff! You really didn’t have to. Thank you so much!]

When Luca visits the penthouse just in time for Minhee to get off work, she gives him a face mask from Korea and a set of skincare products known to be good. Luca enthusiastically spread his arms wide to hug her, planting almost-kisses on her cheeks. Minhee smiled at the sight of Luca, who had just returned from a holiday, looking like he was back to his best.

[Luca! You got a nice tan!]

[Thanks! I went to the Bahamas, you know. Spent the whole day just lounging on the sun beds. The weather was amazing.]

At first, Minhee found it quite strange that “getting tanned” was seen as a compliment or expression of envy, and the response was simply “Thank you!” In the US, commenting on someone’s appearance was largely taboo. Tanning was one of the rare physical traits that was freely described. Now she understood the reason. A tanned complexion in the winter and spring indicated a person from the north could afford the leisurely lifestyle of vacationing in the warm southern resorts, typically belonging to the middle class or above.

[It looks like you had a good rest.]

[It wasn’t just resting! I went out partying every night. Went to the casino, and did some clubbing. Ah, I already miss it. How about you, Minhee? How was your trip to Korea?]

[It was really great. I got to meet Rose’s family, go sightseeing, and do a lot of shopping!]

[With whom? With Boss?]