BYB 36

Chapter 36

“H-here, how, what….”

Jiwoo, biting her lower lip gently, looked around the cramped space and spoke. The small storage room, with food ingredients scattered messily, was as disheveled as the two of them.

Eunho’s head tilted very slowly and reached between her open blouse. Below her earlobe, past her neck a little further, he left a soft kiss on her collarbone as he exhaled hot breath.

At that moment, a short gasp escaped Jiwoo’s lips. Even though nothing had been done, her whole body tingled as if electrified. The man kept his lips on her collarbone and kissed her a few more times.

It was only that, but Jiwoo’s legs felt weak, as if she would collapse, so she clutched the man’s shirt tightly. Seeing that, he let out a sigh, *ha*, and spoke in a strained voice.

“Your scent, it’s so good I’m going crazy.”

“……!”

As he tried to push further, Jiwoo lightly pushed him away with trembling arms. The man, his brow furrowed with excitement, looked down at Jiwoo with questioning eyes. Jiwoo shook her head. As someone who still had her wits about her, doing anything more here seemed like madness.

“Ah, no. Not like this, not here.”

“There’s still time.”

“No. Even if there’s time, this is, well.”

Jiwoo said disjointedly while adjusting her disheveled clothes.

“A storage room is just… not right. The purpose, I mean. It’s not for this kind of thing. So what I’m saying is, this place is, a bit uncomfortable too.”

She felt the man’s gaze fixed on her. Jiwoo hurriedly did up her buttons. Her fingertips were trembling and she was in a rush, so they wouldn’t fasten properly. Ah, her fingers slipped. The second attempt slipped again.

*Pfft.* The man let out a small laugh at Jiwoo, then reached out his hand.

“I went to all the trouble of undoing them, why.”

Even as he said that, the man brushed Jiwoo’s hands aside and fastened the buttons back through the holes for her. He didn’t forget to glare at her reproachfully, though.

“Th-thank you.”

“I won’t force you. Whatever it is.”

Eunho, who had fixed her clothes, took Jiwoo’s noticeably trembling hand and kissed it. Then he waited until her breathing had settled, and spoke in a low voice.

“I’ll go out first. Tie your hair back up and come out.”

As he stood up, Jiwoo grabbed his hand—perhaps on impulse. To Eunho, who sent her a questioning look, Jiwoo spoke in a trembling voice.

“To-tomorrow is fine.”

“What is.”

“Ramen. Tomorrow, I’ll….”

Her clear, wavering eyes looked quite solemn.

“I’ll prepare something pretty….”

“Come over to oppa’s place?”

Jiwoo swallowed dryly.

“……Yes.”

The dying embers in his eyes blazed up again. Eunho looked at her, slightly dumbfounded, and let out a deflated laugh.

“This is going to be one hell of a long wait.”

—

* * *

It was a half-ripe night.

There was no other way to describe it. And yet, it was hot. The two of them, eager but not knowing what to do, bumped into the wall a couple of times on that short path from the entrance to the bed.

A laugh—whose, they didn’t know—burst from their joined lips.

The man’s room smelled of cool mint. A cool, refreshing scent that reminded one of summer—Jiwoo thought it resembled the man perfectly.

Hasty hands stretched the thin knit fabric as if to tear it. When Jiwoo let out a dissatisfied whimper, the man paused—for just a moment.

“Ah, sorry.”

It really was just a moment, though.

Watching the knit top fly off carelessly, Jiwoo turned her head away. At that, the man pulled her chin back toward him. Kissing her as if he couldn’t hold back, his breath was hot, warning her not to look elsewhere. Jiwoo pressed her hand against the man’s chest.

She felt firm, sculpted bare skin. She had meant to grab his clothes, but touching his skin made her embarrassed, so she quickly withdrew her hand. The man took her arm and guided it back, wrapping it around his own neck.

“When did you take that off?”

“Right after we came in.”

The small bed looked too cramped to accommodate the man’s large frame, but he said he liked it.

“It’s good, Jiwoo. That my bed is small. Because you can’t run away.”

Just as he said, she was trapped in his embrace without a chance to escape.

“It’s my first time, so I might be clumsy. But I’ll do well.”

The man said as he left kisses near her collarbone. Jiwoo, letting out shallow breaths, spoke in a thin voice.

“I, I’m also a first-timer. This kind of thing, this kind of situation….”

At that, the man hesitated for a moment, then laughed softly. He seemed to take Jiwoo’s words as a cute joke.

“No, it’s true. I’m not a first-timer with kissing, but this kind of thing… this kind of relationship….”

In the darkness, the man’s blue-glowing eyes found Jiwoo’s lips and quietly gazed at them. As if those eyes were asking for the truth, Jiwoo nodded. He gave a satisfied, refreshing smile. Her heart pounded for no reason.

Then, pressing his lips to hers, he said.

“But I’m solid on the theory.”

He kissed her face all over messily, then slowly lowered his head. His head went lower, bit by bit. A hand coming from below flicked off her underwear, and a dizzying sense of liberation washed over her.

While she was at a loss, the underwear slipped out between her arms. His lips bit the tender peak there. Jiwoo’s body trembled violently, as if electrocuted.

“Things like where and how to touch to make it feel good.”

A small moan, *hng*, escaped Jiwoo’s lips. Her whole body felt like it was slowly ripening. It was ticklish and hot at the same time. Just from lips touching.

A thrilling sensation spread throughout her body. Nasal sounds kept escaping Jiwoo’s lips. It was so strange. She didn’t know what to do, what expression to make, and it was embarrassing too.

“Pretty voice, Jiwoo. And pretty here, too.”

The man said as he lavished skilled stimulation on Jiwoo. *Hah*, Jiwoo let out a heated breath. A first-timer. She simply couldn’t believe it. That he could pour out such relaxed caresses and still be a first-timer.

Somewhere below her navel tickled and grew warmly hot. How could such sensations arise from her body? Frightened by the unfamiliar feelings, Jiwoo squeezed her eyes shut.

At that, the man laughed.

“It’s going to be a long night. I’m very healthy, Jiwoo.”

After that, Jiwoo completely fell apart. When overwhelming stimulation rained down on places she couldn’t even have imagined, she simply couldn’t hold onto her reason. Ah, this is strange. She cried, shook her head, sometimes twisted her body to push away the pleasure. But in the end, Jiwoo had no choice but to lose.

“Stay still. It’s okay.”

He held her waist, which was bending uncontrollably, and spoke soothingly.

Feeling the climax pour down like lightning, Jiwoo poured out unintelligible pleas. She sobbed freely in his arms.

—

* * *

Eunho sat at the foot of the bed, looking at the woman who had fallen asleep from exhaustion.

Her deeply closed eyelashes twitched intermittently. Her plump lips opened and closed again, and a slight frown appeared and disappeared on her brow.

Outrageously pretty Cha Jiwoo.

How could eyes, nose, and mouth all fit in that small face? Why were her eyes so big? No matter how much he looked, he never tired of it and couldn’t tear his gaze away.

When her pale skin was revealed through the fallen blanket, his lust surged again. Suppressing the desire to take her again with a sip of beer, Eunho pulled the blanket back over her. If he pounced on her any more, she wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow.

It was a sleepless night. A night when he needed a little help from alcohol.

—Does it hurt?

He had asked that.

—Yes. But it also feels… good, I think.

Came her reply.

At those words, his eyes rolled back, and Eunho ended up taking Jiwoo one more time. Was this how uncontrollable relationships between men and women were? Reason evaporated, leaving only instinct, and he was busy charging like a beast. He was exactly a madman.

—It’s hard. Stop now.

He swallowed her objections with his lips.

Ignoring the squeaking bed frame, he pushed her to the limit. Every moan she let out, every drop of sweat, was a stimulant. Even her face, as if she was about to cry, made him want to crush it messily.

He wanted to burst her. To make tears gush from those eyes.

“I’m crazy, Song Eunho.”

Crushing the beer can with a *crunch*, Eunho laughed soundlessly. It was absurd, utterly absurd. He had thought this relationship would be stimulating, but he hadn’t expected it to be so intense as to shake his very life to its roots.

Right now, Eunho’s very identity was being shaken. All because of just one night.

The woman’s breath was sweet, her trembling eyes were alluring, and her flushed cheeks were maddeningly beautiful. At this rate, everything else seemed like it would feel trivial next to her. That was a very dangerous thought.

Management rights. Succession structure. Shares. And Songhwa Group.

How many important things were there?

How long had he endured?

Eunho looked at the woman once more.

Her soft, steady breathing was rhythmic. Her tiny breaths filled the room, making it hard to breathe. Suddenly, his vision grew dizzy. Ah, in the end, Eunho let out a scream-like sigh.

He had done something so reckless. He was in big trouble.

Wow, shit….

He was properly trapped.

I can’t escape this woman.

It was the crisis of his life. Eunho squeezed his eyes shut.