Episode 27
The sharp waves of pleasure that had been stacking one by one surged through every corner of Seorin’s body—arms, legs, the curve of her back, all the way to the tips of her trembling toes.
Her toes quivered as if on edge. The searing climax felt like it melted her mind completely.
As Taeyoon slowly pulled back, he suddenly thrust his hips hard again.
“Haah!”
Seorin’s eyes lost focus in midair, her lips parting slightly. The vivid red hue inside her mouth lured Taeyoon’s gaze irresistibly.
Lowering his head, he captured her lips again while she was still falling from the peak of her climax. He gently sucked on her flushed tongue, smirking faintly.
The delicate and tender woman—so precious that he had once hesitated even to touch her—was now utterly ruined by his own hands. The feeling was beyond anything he had imagined.
When he reached out to tease around her belly button with his fingertips, Seorin’s body reacted like she had been electrocuted—twitching and jerking in small spasms. Watching her, Taeyoon murmured languidly,
“This is a problem.”
He bit down lightly on her lower lip.
“I think I’ve already become addicted to you, Eun Seorin.”
His tongue clicked against his teeth as if pitying her, his lips curling up into a sly smile. Seorin lay weak and limp, but she understood clearly what his words meant.
This wasn’t the end—it was only the beginning of something else. And the one who would decide the end… would be none other than Seo Taeyoon.
On her way to the main house to help Taeyoon get ready for work, Seorin’s steps were heavy.
Every time she moved, a subtle ache between her legs reminded her of the night before. That soreness felt like it was dragging her back into the memories, tormenting her.
The lingering, tingling sensations that had pierced through her whole body filled her with self-loathing.
What are you thinking, Eun Seorin? Get it together.
She couldn’t stand herself—despising how she had trembled with pleasure at every kiss, even while wishing he would abandon her, even while praying that he didn’t love her.
Never before had it been this difficult to walk toward Taeyoon.
She didn’t want to see him. The moment she faced him, she knew those sensations from the night before would come rushing back.
And yet, no matter how slowly she walked, the destination would eventually be reached. Even with her slow pace, before she realized it, she was standing at the main house entrance. With a deep sigh, she opened the kitchen door and stepped inside.
But what greeted her inside the house was Ahn Youngsook’s furious shouting.
“Do you have any brains in that head of yours?!”
Her screech echoed so loudly it could’ve shattered glass. Seorin, startled like a rabbit, peeked toward the living room and caught a glimpse of Youngsook and Taeyoon.
Wearing a perfectly tailored suit, Taeyoon stood with his back toward her, while Youngsook’s furious face loomed over his shoulder. She was so focused on scolding him that she hadn’t even noticed Seorin entering.
What’s going on this early in the morning?
Just as Seorin tilted her head in confusion, Youngsook screamed again.
“I just heard it! You left Chaehee alone at the hotel?!”
“What the hell are you planning?! Did you forget what I said about treating her well?!”
Youngsook was nearly hysterical, screaming so loudly that even from afar Seorin’s ears buzzed. Yet Taeyoon, standing right in front of her, silently adjusted his tie without saying a word.
His calm indifference only fueled Youngsook’s anger.
“You came back at dawn?! You’re supposed to be getting married—what are you thinking?! Are you trying to make your mother collapse or what?!”
It became clear to Seorin what had happened: after she and Junghyun left the hotel, Youngsook must’ve stepped out as well. Taeyoon had left Chaehee alone in the lounge and slipped away, coming to Seorin instead.
This morning, Youngsook had finally learned the truth and exploded.
“Please, Taeyoon, you need to wake up now.”
She continued ranting, her nagging endless and exhausting. But Taeyoon’s face showed no reaction, like he couldn’t even hear her.
Seorin, lingering in the kitchen, started to feel uncomfortable—like she was eavesdropping. Should she leave or stay? As she hesitated, Taeyoon turned around, sensing her presence.
Now fully dressed, including his tie pin, he looked impeccable—nothing like the disheveled man from last night.
His gaze slowly landed on Seorin. Expressionless, yet she felt a chill run down her spine from his presence.
“Taeyoon! Are you listening to me?!”
Youngsook was still ranting. Without taking his eyes off Seorin, Taeyoon finally spoke.
“I will.”
“What? Are you saying you’ve decided?”
“I’ll marry her. I’ll marry Chaehee.”
Seorin’s body stiffened.
It felt like being struck in the head with a hammer—her mind went blank. This wasn’t what she expected.
She had been the one who urged him to marry Chaehee, staying here and enduring everything just for that.
But now that he said it, why did her chest ache as if it had been torn open?
Youngsook blinked in surprise, not believing what she heard.
“You really mean it? You’re serious?”
“Yes. I mean it.”
Taeyoon turned to face her directly and repeated,
“I’ll marry Chaehee.”
“Oh my god! I gave up so much and finally—thank heavens!”
Overjoyed, Youngsook jumped in place.
She didn’t care why Taeyoon had suddenly changed his stance or what he might be planning. All that mattered was the declaration itself.
“Oh! What am I doing standing around?! Kang Madam! Kang Madam!!”
Eyes wide with urgency, Youngsook darted upstairs in search of someone. Her hurried footsteps echoed down the hall.
Once she was gone, only Taeyoon and Seorin remained on the first floor. He picked up the jacket hanging on the sofa and casually walked over to Seorin.
“You heard, right?”
Frozen stiff, Seorin forced a bright smile.
“Yes, I heard.”
Taeyoon’s voice saying he would marry Chaehee still echoed clearly in her ears.
Remembering it made her heart burn all over again, but she didn’t show it.
After all, it was what she had wanted.
Wearing a cold smirk, Taeyoon buttoned up his jacket and spoke in an indifferent tone.
“Come to Bellanoje tonight.”
“Huh? Why there?”
Bellanoje—the hotel they had gone to yesterday at Youngsook’s request. Why was he calling her there?
Taeyoon let out a scoff-like smile and looked down at her with icy eyes.
“You need to keep our promise.”
Then he reached out and gently held her chin. Caught in his cold stare, Seorin could hardly breathe. Yet she couldn’t look away.
“I’ll keep my promise to you. So you keep yours too.”
With those words, he dropped her face like he was discarding it and strode out of the room.
“Promise”—that word clung tightly to her skin like a binding rope.
Last night, he had said it.
That he would marry Chaehee, but Seorin must stay by his side. If he couldn’t have her, no one else could.
Seorin finally realized—he hadn’t been joking. It wasn’t an empty threat.
It was a declaration of domination and imprisonment.
A desire to control her completely.
Bound by that obsession, Seorin could do nothing—like someone with their hands and feet tied.
