Chapter 7
“So, you’re shooting a movie by yourself,” he muttered, flopping onto the sofa and taking the sound core twin from Jung Yi-hon’s hand.
The champagne in the glass sloshed, threatening to spill.
“You said you’d congratulate me and sleep in a hotel room, so why are you moping around alone?”
“Oh-goo, did our Sae-heon arrive?”
“‘Oh-goo’ my foot. Why is your voice trembling, and why does your face look like this? Did someone beat you up?”
“What are you talking about! I’m so happy right now, I feel like I’m flying!”
She slightly lifted both of her cheeks and flapped her arms up and down as if spreading wings. At her actions, Byun Jae-hyun’s expression hardened even more, looking smug. It was as if he had expected this.
“If you’re happy, why are you crying so much? Why aren’t you stopping?”
“Crying? Am I juice? To cry?”
At Jung Yi-hon’s retort, not giving an inch, he let out a scoff and took off his cashmere coat. His white mock-neck shirt suited his pale face perfectly.
Rolling up his sleeves to his elbows, he reached out to clear the champagne bottle. Just then, Yi-hon abruptly hugged his waist.
Jae-hyun twitched an eyebrow and looked down at Jung Yi-hon, who was hugging his waist.
“What is it? Take your hands off.”
“It’s mine! Don’t take my stuff! You thief!”
“Wow, she’s completely gone.”
“I told you not to buy it, it’s mine! Why, why… I’ve never had one.”
She clung to him stubbornly, as if something sticky had been applied. He let out a sigh and slumped back onto the sofa.
“It’s an empty bottle. I already drank it all, can’t you see?”
He shook the empty bottle. It sloshed at the very bottom, indicating about a mouthful left.
“It’s here. I’m here. I’m right here…”
Tears welled up and dripped down. He let out a deep sigh, watching Jung Yi-hon’s face contort with a blank expression.
Jae-hyun’s long fingers repeatedly wiped away the tears falling from her eyes.
“Who upset you, Myung Yun-jo?”
“No, you jerk, it’s because I was beaten.”
In an instant, her lips quivered up and down, and she burst into sorrowful sobs.
“Sae-heon-ah, in the end, Sae-heon… it seems like sunbae settled down. Why out of all the many women, is it Jung Kyu-ri?”
“Where did you meet her?”
He continued to wipe away the tears flowing from her eyes as he spoke. His comforting words and the hand wiping her tears weren’t particularly gentle, but the look in his eyes as he gazed at Jung Yi-hon was tender.
She sniffled and stealthily handed him the shopping bag she had hidden behind the sofa. Myung Jae-hyun’s jet-black eyes wavered.
“What’s this?”
“A gift for you.”
He opened the shopping bag and pulled out a small box. Seeing the pocket watch inside, a subtle tremor ran through his face. It was as if it was the first gift he had ever received, and various unidentifiable emotions flickered across his features.
“Did you run into her while buying this?”
“Uh-huh, I’m giving it to you, Yun!”
She couldn’t finish her sentence. His head tilted, and he devoured Jung Yi-hon’s red lips. With a much hotter body temperature than hers, he sucked her lower lip, kissing her, and her eyes trembled. The soft sensation and hot breath kept tickling her chest.
It was an event that happened in a brief moment. Their lips quickly parted, and he cupped her hot cheek.
“I didn’t write down ‘kiss’ for a divorce request, so let’s call it a peck instead.”
“What… what is…”
The moment her lips parted again, his tongue entered. The warm flesh gently scraped the roof of her mouth and intertwined with her tongue.
Perhaps it was the alcohol, but it was enchanting.
She wanted to keep kissing him, to the point where she thought, kisses are this good…
Every time the soft, pliant flesh intertwined, her breathing quickened, and her heart pounded as if it would burst. Realizing that Sung Yi-hon couldn’t even breathe properly, he gently pulled his lips away. Every time he spoke, their lips brushed against each other, tickling.
“Jung Yi-hon, put your arms around my neck.”
“Huh?”
“Never mind. I’d better do it myself.”
He held Jung Yi-hon, who was sitting on the sofa, tightly and headed towards the bed. Her head was spinning. After a few steps with his long legs, Jae-hyun had already gently laid her on the soft bed. The comfortable sensation against her back welcomed Yi-hon.
“I’ll make you forget Myung Yun-jo.”
“I won’t make you cry,” he said.
It was like a magic spell. His confident voice made her truly believe he would make her completely forget Myung Yun-jo.
He pressed his lips to her forehead and touched the hem of Yi-hon’s T-shirt. Her clothes began to fall off one by one.
She shivered and huddled from the cold, and he chuckled.
“The pill bug is back.”
“I’m not a pill bug.”
“Cute, Jung Yi-hon,” Jae-hyun said, taking her lips. Every time their firm, soft lips met, her heart felt like it would burst.
Jae-hyun quickly took off his mock-neck T-shirt too. He must have only studied, but his muscles were well-defined.
“There’s one thing I don’t know, but I’ve always been better than Myung Yun-jo at everything.”
Myung Sae-heon’s red lips licked her fair neck with his tongue, then gently gnawed and bit it.
He had always wanted to bite and suck on her neck like a beast just once.
During their tutoring sessions, whenever he saw her fair neck with red hair, which she hadn’t even had time to wipe when rushing over, his lower body reacted like a pubescent boy.
No, perhaps he had been acting like this every lesson.
It was like this when he saw the hollow of her collarbone, and the way she wore baggy T-shirts to hide her ample chest always made Sae-heon burn.
At the dizzying kiss, she trembled as if convulsing. Seeing this, Jae-hyun showered Yi-hon’s face with butterfly kisses.
Looking into Jae-hyun’s eyes as he met her gaze, assessing her, Yi-hon felt as if he truly cherished her. The kisses that landed on her forehead felt so good and ticklish that Yi-hon felt like tears would gush out.
When his large, firm body embraced Yi-hon’s, her trembling gradually subsided.
Her mind must have gone strange because of the breathlessness. If she liked Myung Jae-hyun…
She reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck. Again, their lips met and intertwined hotly.
Short breaths mingled in their mouths. He gently pulled away and slowly surveyed her, his gaze moving from her forehead to her face, then down her long neck.
“Don’t, don’t look, Myung Sae-heon.”
Ah, if she had known this would happen, she would have at least matched her underwear. Unlike the fancy lingerie that came out of his room, hers looked plain and shabby. The different designs and colors of her top and bottom made it even more embarrassing.
“It’s pretty, why?”
“That’s a lie, you like really fancy and sexy lingerie.”
“No, this is much hotter.”
He chuckled, then reached out and slowly pulled down her bra. His gaze lingered on her body, and her earlobes turned bright red, as if they would burst.
“Why are you staring so hard? It’s not like it’s the first time you’ve seen it.”
She gently lifted her head and met his eyes. His usually sharp eyes were now unfocused. He looked somewhat lewd.
“You, what’s with that look in your eyes? Aren’t you going to open your eyes properly?”
“Because you’re pretty.”
He silenced her lips and reached out to caress Yi-hon. The calloused fingertips from holding a mechanical pencil felt against her bare skin. A moan escaped her lips.
Every time a wet sound was heard, Yi-hon’s toes curled. With a strange sensation, she reached out and gripped the sheets tightly.
Ah, it was so good her mind went blank. It felt like floating on clouds, like an out-of-body experience.
Sae-heon’s lips continuously tormented only one spot, causing her skin to swell.
“J-Just a moment… too much.”
“I don’t know what will happen either, but I’ll do my best.”
He licked his trembling lips with his tongue and slowly moved his body. His hot lips slowly descended and tickled the side of her navel. Yi-hon involuntarily writhed.
Myung Jae-heon chuckled at her reaction. His laughter tickled her ears.
Perhaps it was the alcohol, but she couldn’t tell what kind of expression she had as she looked at him.
She just wanted to forget her senior, as he had said. From the moment Myung Sae-heon uttered those words, no, in fact, ever since they started doing this, she hadn’t thought of him at all.
Jae-hyun gazed at Yi-hon, lost in appreciation. Just as he demonstrated intense focus when solving a problem, he was also fully immersed on the bed.
This guy, really.
She reached out and cupped his cheeks. When she touched him, his face was also incredibly hot. Their gazes met in the air.
“Why are your eyes constantly flickering? Why do you keep looking so lewdly?”
“Well, who told you to be so pretty?”
“J-Just a moment, Jae-hyun…”
His touch brought a flash before her eyes, washing over her like a wave. An indescribable pleasure surged through her without a moment to catch her breath.
So, this is what it feels like.
The sex education she learned in school came to mind.
The erogenous zone, hidden deep inside, a sensory organ made of over 8,000 nerve endings, which only gave sexual pleasure—it was truly correct.
Her lips parted, and her eyes widened. He narrowed the space between his eyebrows and bit his lower lip.
“Let’s stop playing house now.”
“W-What? What do you mean playing house? This is… incredibly hot.”
“It’s fine, just trust me and lie down, Teacher.”
How many times had he called her “Teacher” while he was her tutor? Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
His hand slowly began to move. Yi-hon’s body stiffened, as if guarding against an intruder.
Sae-heon had been holding back so much that his stomach ached. Still, he endured, being considerate of Yi-hon. The more gently he caressed her, the more Yi-hon gasped for breath.
“Hooo…”
Jae-heon pulled back his body and chuckled. Yi-hon, who had been panting on the bed, stared blankly at him. The object she had briefly seen under the blanket was much more monstrous than she had imagined.
“J-Jae-hyun!”
