Chapter : 9 A Forbidden Relationship
Every sensation touching her skin felt hot.
His tongue pushed persistently into her mouth as though it had crossed the boiling point, stirring inside her with relentless insistence. Without realizing it, Haeyoung let out a soft moan.
When that tangled sound of breath and voice escaped her lips—so unfamiliar that she could hardly believe it had come from her—Taejun lowered his hand and suddenly pushed up the hem of her T-shirt.
The soft touch against her bare skin made her body flinch and tremble.
When Taejun bit down on her lower lip and tugged, warmth quickly spread through her lower abdomen.
Haeyoung had once been so innocent that she covered her eyes whenever intimate scenes appeared in movies. It was hard to believe that she herself was now doing something like this.
At the same time, it made her heart pound to see this man—who had always been cold and indifferent—gradually losing control and breaking down piece by piece.
Between her legs, something pressed against the fabric of his clothes, bulging as though it might burst through.
Even through his jeans, the presence was unmistakable, making her head feel dizzy.
“You were having quite the improper thoughts.”
Slowly pulling his lips away, Taejun murmured lazily. Haeyoung’s ears flushed red as she stared at his swollen lips.
They looked so tempting she felt as if she might swallow them whole.
Even knowing it was a ridiculous, shameful thought, she couldn’t help thinking it was better for her to possess something so delicious rather than let some outsider have it.
Yes—nothing more than simple possessiveness.
Taejun had known for a long time that Haeyoung harbored feelings for him.
The way she sometimes stared at him with those persistent eyes, as though she wanted to strip him bare.
Or the way she would drunkenly crawl into his room and press her lips to his.
He had silently overlooked those unethical advances because it seemed better for him to accept them than to have the desire burning inside her spill out somewhere else.
Taejun knew exactly how the other men looked at Haeyoung.
Her slender body paired with breasts that were unexpectedly full.
The way her waist narrowed and the curve of her hips showed through tight jeans—he knew what those men whispered when they looked at her.
Among those filthy vultures soaked in dark desire, always plotting how to take advantage of her, Haeyoung still smiled brightly, innocent and wholesome.
Completely unaware that she might end up being the one preyed upon.
Though he didn’t want to admit it, there was a sense of responsibility in him. He had been the one to bring her into this house, after all. Until the day she chose to leave on her own two feet, he felt he had to take care of her.
He didn’t care much about the “joint responsibility” she had once insisted on with such conviction. But he did want to send her away eventually—once Ahn Haeyoung was capable of standing on her own, and once he had secured at least one weapon strong enough to suppress Chairman Ki’s madness.
He hadn’t expected that time to come so quickly.
And since he couldn’t send her away right now, what else could he do?
If she wanted warmth, he would give it.
If she wanted his body, he would give that too.
Pressing his lips against her soft, smooth ones again, he slipped his tongue forward. Taejun willingly opened his mouth and swallowed the warmth of her flesh.
When he grasped her chest, a completely unfamiliar sensation struck her like lightning.
Clinging to him, she drew in the tip of Taejun’s tongue even more deeply.
Then Taejun lowered his head and pulled up the hem of her T-shirt, pushing the fabric into her mouth.
“Mm—”
A powerful thrill shot up her spine, making her hips jerk upward.
When she gripped his hair tightly, the sound of him suckling softly echoed through the air.
He bit into her soft flesh, then sucked over the marks he left behind, staining her skin red.
Soon after, the buckle of her jeans clicked open and the zipper slid down.
The tightly closed entrance opened.
“Ah—”
The moment his fingers touched the place that had already grown unbearably sensitive, indescribable pleasure spread through her entire body.
She tried to cover her mouth, but the sounds wouldn’t stay inside.
Haeyoung tensed without realizing it.
“Th-this… this is strange.”
It felt unfamiliar.
Strange.
And yet it felt good.
No—too warm to want it to stop.
Taejun leaned sideways and pulled her tightly into his arms.
Every time he moved against her, Haeyoung clung to him, letting out soft cries mixed with sobbing breaths.
“Look at me.”
At the quiet command in his voice, Haeyoung felt reassured and did as he said.
The unfamiliar sensations made her gasp.
She found herself anticipating what would come next, craving something even warmer than this.
Pulling her jeans down to her knees, Taejun deliberately teased her.
Inside, a tingling feeling spread as her sensitive flesh rubbed together, building overwhelming excitement.
Even with the fabric between them, the friction alone made her body melt languidly.
He grazed his teeth along the back of her neck as if biting her, then sucked at the protruding collarbone beneath.
Her entire body had become like a single erogenous zone, responding to every one of his movements.
Embarrassingly enough, she liked all of it.
At the same time, there was a faint sense of immorality—as if they had crossed a line that should never have been crossed.
Part of her wanted to see where the end of this forbidden relationship would lead.
Another part feared that if they went any further, there would truly be no turning back.
As Haeyoung struggled with those conflicting feelings, Taejun’s lips brushed her ear.
“After doing all this, are you thinking of stopping now?”
As if he had read her mind, Taejun spoke the words she hadn’t said.
“That won’t do.”
A strange sound rumbled from his throat, almost like the growl of a beast, making Haeyoung swallow hard.
Even if she wanted to relax her grip, she couldn’t—Taejun was holding her wrists firmly.
Her tilted body was suddenly flipped over, and Taejun pushed her down onto her back.
Heat flared between her legs as though something had caught fire.
Unable to believe they were truly touching like this, Haeyoung instinctively reached downward. Taejun immediately grabbed both her wrists and thrust his hips forward.
“Mm—!”
Pain and pleasure mixed together so intensely that it became hard to breathe.
As he pulled on her wrists and slowly rotated his hips, Haeyoung felt as if her mind might go blank.
The posture—her lower body lifted shamelessly while he moved against her—reminded her disturbingly of animals mating.
When her strength kept fading and her body slackened, Taejun rolled her onto her side.
Along with the violent pleasure that accompanied such an intimate act, the overwhelming sensation filling her made Haeyoung shake her head.
It felt as though he filled her completely.
Unable to tell whether it was pain or pleasure, she moved with the rhythm of his body.
The warmth she felt now was even greater than when she had simply been held in his arms. The intensity of it blurred her vision.
Swallowing the tears that slid down the corners of her eyes, Haeyoung reached out her hand.
“I… I want to hold you.”
Taejun pulled open his wrinkled shirt and pressed his body closer.
She felt the solid weight of him, and a new sense of comfort wrapped around her.
Instead of rough fabric, it was the soft warmth of skin against skin.
And that only made the rising excitement grow stronger.
