DH ✦ Ch 25

✦ Chapter 25 ✦

A pillow and knee blanket had been placed on the sofa in the study. It was the only place Ga-young could use to sleep.

She had decided not to discuss it with Hyun-jae. Since it was obvious he would refuse to give up his bedroom, it was better to omit the shameless process.

And so, she took her seat at the desk to work on the global economy summary report she submitted to Chairman Kwon twice a week.

She opened three windows on her computer monitor. Thanks to the experience she had accumulated, she could now read the articles with her eyes, summarize them in her head, and type them directly with her fingers.

The night deepened, filled only with the sound of clicking keys.

Ga-young immersed herself in her work for hours without looking away.

Then, a sudden sound made her busy hands freeze.

“You were here.”

Just hearing that voice made her heart pound wildly.

Ga-young hesitantly turned her head.

Hyun-jae was standing, leaning against the doorframe. It was an elegant and masculine silhouette blending the darkness of the hallway with the brightness of the study.

“Why are you on the second floor?”

Hyun-jae wore a meaningful smile, as if he already knew the answer.

It was a question that required a rather lengthy explanation. Ga-young moved her lips, trying to figure out how to start.

“Were you waiting for me? What were you planning to do?”

The fact that she was on the second floor instead of the first at this late hour seemed to have caused a misunderstanding. Ga-young stood up from her chair and managed to speak.

“You’re back. It’s not that I was waiting, but…”

Her barely opened lips closed again as Hyun-jae suddenly stepped close and stood right in front of her.

Seeing Ga-young rolling her eyes left and right, her gaze dropping out of embarrassment, Hyun-jae said calmly.

“It looks like you were waiting because you wanted to sleep with me.”

To think he was a man so good at saying such skin-crawling things. A faint scent of alcohol emanated from his breath. She suspected that alcohol was the cause of this dangerous, brazen confidence.

“Did you… drink?”

“Do you think I’m talking nonsense because I’m drunk?”

“That’s…”

It wasn’t that. His low, calm baritone voice, devoid of emotional highs and lows, was no different than usual. The only exception when he had unleashed anger and excitement was earlier that dawn.

Yet Hyun-jae had a talent for making the other person tense with just a casual remark and a composed posture.

“No, I don’t.”

“I did drink because of a business meeting, but I’m not drunk.”

“Pardon?”

After his honest admission, a brief silence fell.

Suddenly, an incongruous combination of words popped into Ga-young’s mind.

Cool warmth. Polite decadence.

To Ga-young, Hyun-jae was a man like that. And so, Ga-young always held her breath, receiving the heavy gaze of this difficult man right on the crown of her head.

Ah, come to think of it, she hadn’t explained why she was in the study.

Nor had she managed to say that she wasn’t waiting because she wanted to sleep.

Just as she was about to speak, even if late, Hyun-jae spoke first.

“You’re aroused.”

“Pardon?”

“Did you know your ears turn red when you’re aroused, Yoon Ga-young?”

Hyun-jae’s hand moved to her burning red ear. As his fingers pinched and rubbed her earlobe, the tips of Ga-young’s fingers and toes curled inward.

“What should we do first? A kiss here?”

Startled out of her wits, Ga-young stammerically protested.

“Th-that kind of thing, no…!”

“You always say that. With your words, you say no, you hate it.”

“…”

“And yet, you steal glances at my body.”

“…”

“You take birth control pills.”

“…”

“And you suck on my lips deliciously.”

Me? Did I do that?

Ga-young frowned in denial. One corner of Hyun-jae’s lips curved upward.

“You did. Though I suppose you weren’t in your right mind when you did it.”

A soft, dry laugh echoed by Ga-young’s ear as she dropped her head in mortification.

The man’s lips settled against her ear.

Startled even by the heat pressing against her already burning skin, Ga-young couldn’t even muster the strength to push him away. As the kisses multiplied by the second—chup, chup, cho-ok—her neck simply shrank back.

Was closing her eyes a signal to do more? Her reason had simply grown faint, causing her eyes to close on their own. Yet, as if Ga-young had willingly surrendered her ear entirely, Hyun-jae cupped her small head and bit down on her earlobe in a single mouthful.

“Ha, haah…”

Ga-young’s breathing instantly surged into a fever pitch.

Licking her earlobe, the movement of his tongue rolling along its contours was dissolute. The breath rushing into her ear canal was dizzyingly rough.

It was a stimulus that awakened a sexual desire she wanted to hide away completely, one that rightly deserved to be suppressed.

Swept up in the dizzying sensation, Ga-young grabbed Hyun-jae’s tie. Stop there, please stop, I can’t take it anymore—unable to voice those words, Ga-young simply had Hyun-jae release her ear as he whispered,

“Shall I give you my lips?”

She didn’t even know what he meant. Ga-young frantically sucked on Hyun-jae’s lips as they softly brushed against hers. Unbidden, she threw her arms around his neck and clung to him.

Even when she felt Hyun-jae smile, she had no composure left to feel ashamed.

As they sucked on each other’s lips, Hyun-jae effortlessly grasped Ga-young’s waist and seated her on top of the desk. Their eye levels roughly aligned, making the kiss even more intimate.

Hyun-jae licked up the saliva overflowing past the corners of her mouth. Amidst that, lips that puffed out a lewd, breathless sigh were caught between Hyun-jae’s teeth and chewed gently.

At that exact moment, Hyun-jae’s hand slipped beneath Ga-young’s T-shirt.

Startled by the alien temperature touching her bare skin, Ga-young’s arms slipped from the man’s neck. Refusing this feeble resistance, Hyun-jae pressed down on the back of her neck and kissed her even more fiercely.

His large hand traced up, rubbing across her abdomen, before grabbing her breast. Swallowing the moan of Ngh that burst from her lips, the man kneaded Ga-young’s breast like a rubber ball before rolling up her bra.

Ah-ah, Ga-young’s cry of despair couldn’t even escape past her lips. Her breast, trapped within his large palm, was simply distorted at the man’s will.

The peak of her rounded contour was rolled between the man’s thumb. At the pressing and twisting tease of his hand, Ga-young’s shoulders rose and her whole body shivered.

Pulling Ga-young’s T-shirt up above her chest, the man slowly parted his lips.

“Haah, Executive Director…”

Gently soothing her, Hyun-jae stroked the cheek of Ga-young, who was panting heavily.

“It’s alright. It’s nothing much.”

“What do you mean, nothing—ah!”

Abruptly, Hyun-jae buried his face into her soft flesh.

Ah-uk, Executive Director, she cried out, trying to push his shoulders away, but it was useless. Just like when he was kissing her lips—no, even more intensely—Hyun-jae bit and sucked on her breast.

When the plump, protruding peak was sharply bitten, Ga-young’s arms hastily wrapped around the back of the man’s head. Interpreting it as a signal to do more, Hyun-jae whispered over her chest.

“Does it feel good?”

She shook her head, denying it, but her arms only tightened further around the man.

The dull pain of him biting her flesh wasn’t the problem. A current, tingling deep in her heart and resembling something close to ecstasy, coursed through her entire body. The roots of her hair stood on end, and her toes curled.

It was a maddeningly obscene sensation.

Ah-uk—the sounds popping from her own mouth, her neck arching back, unable to withstand something—she found her own reactions cheap.

She even had the thought—or rather, a primal instinct—that she wished Hyun-jae would tear her breast apart more painfully, and that torment plagued her. Yet Ga-young’s own hands moved of their own accord, gripping Hyun-jae’s hair.

Before she knew it, the corners of Ga-young’s eyes were wet.

The stronger the suction became, the more the peak was chewed upon, and a burdensome pleasure moistened her hazy eyes.

Enduring this level of behavior was already difficult, but an even greater shock arrived.

The man’s hand slid up the hem of her pleated skirt, tracing the line of her inner thigh.

“Ah, w-wait…”

Ga-young writhed and struggled, twisting her waist. But because Hyun-jae wedged his pelvis against hers, the space between her legs only spread wider.

Horrified by the touch blanketing over her underwear, a transparent film of moisture gathered in Ga-young’s eyes.

Hyun-jae released the breast in his mouth and raised his head.

Unfairly enough, his expression hadn’t changed one bit.

Even seeing Ga-young’s tear-moistened eyes, he smiled leisurely with that neat, composed face of his.

“This place is already in a mess.”

Ga-young’s eyes widened in dismay. It was because of the hand wandering over her underwear.

“May I… get a little more mischievous?”

Delicately tracing the lines along the contours drenched and clinging to her skin, the man’s fingertips drew intricate patterns.

“Is this place as sensitive as your ears, Ga-young?”

Hyun-jae’s words didn’t even make it to Ga-young’s brain. Ngh, mmm—she could only bite back her moans and shift her hips. It was a desperate struggle to feel a little less of this filthy sensation.

Staring at Ga-young as she exerted futile strength, Hyun-jae crossed the line.

The vivid sensation of his hand pushing aside her underwear was shocking.

Ga-young thrashed with all her might.

“Ah, Executive Director, haah, Executive Director…”

Her resistance, on the level of an infant’s wriggling, was easily suppressed by a single arm of Hyun-jae’s.

With her waist wrapped tightly in his strong forearm so she couldn’t move an inch, Ga-young gripped the shirt in front of her with both hands. Hanging from the man’s embrace, she arched her neck and looked up at Hyun-jae.

A single tear traced down her delicate cheek.

“Th-this, sob, is wrong.”