Chapter 8

“Lee Sung is a fraud. He deceived his ex-girlfriend, Seo Yeora, and even betrayed his closest friend, her.

How could this bastard claim he’s never been with a woman? It’s all lies.

It was suspicious from the start. Lee Sung, the hottest star known as the epitome of sexiness—a virgin? Don’t make me laugh.

The way he could whisper such dirty words so naturally, like breath itself.

So irresistibly sensual.

“…You can.”

Lee Sung moistened her cheek with his lips, tracing sensations to ease her tension.

Just as her nerves melted into excitement, his long fingers slipped beneath the hem of her T-shirt.

Touch. Touch. Before she knew it, his lips were softly grazing hers, as if holding back from sliding his tongue in, afraid she might wake from the haze.

Yet, his scent and cool fragrance suffocated her breath, only fueling her impatience and that strange, tingling thrill.

She didn’t even resist as he smoothly pulled her T-shirt up.

Instead, a damp, sexual anticipation seemed to saturate her body.

A plain beige bra cupped her chest. Lee Sung’s gaze lowered, lingering there.

Ah, fuck. I’m losing it.

She gripped his shoulders, and he traced her earlobe with his tongue before unhooking her bra.

“Haa…”

She was excited. Though she had meant to arouse him, she was the one getting swept away.

Lee Sung slid the bra down her arms, leaving her pale breasts bare in the air.

Perfectly rounded, just the right fullness—and at their peaks, a tempting, ripe red.

His gaze licked over her body, shamelessly.

If they were just friends, this should’ve been disgusting. But maybe because he was an actor, even his stare alone made her wet.

Blame the alcohol. Blame the sudden heartbreak. It was hard to pinpoint the reason now.

Especially when Lee Sung’s teasing fingers clung to the underside of her breasts. With no way to hide her embarrassment, she spat out the words.

“…Maybe I’m not drunk enough. This is kinda embarrassing.”

“Should I say something in moments like this?”

“……?”

“You’re beautiful. Don’t worry.”

See? Lee Sung’s a fraud. He knows exactly what to say at the right time.

His fingers delicately traced the edges of her breasts.

Unlike Go Do-hoon, who’d just grope mindlessly, shoving his own lust first—and even that was over two months ago.

Right. It had been over two months. She was pent-up. Just like Seo Yeora had seduced Go Do-hoon out of frustration, her body was burning up, making Lee Sung feel like a man, not just a friend. Mystery solved.

His gentle touch was maddening. Instead of going straight for the peak, his fingers circled her breasts, teasing her instincts, sending shivers so sharp they were almost painful.

Cupping her flesh, stroking with featherlight touches—it was like electric currents zipping through her.

She never imagined the day would come when Lee Sung, her best friend of nearly 30 years, would be caressing her breasts so tenderly.

Lee Sung. You really never been with a woman? Or is it because you haven’t that you’re this skilled at teasing?

Even these faint ripples had her soaked. Then, his gaze pierced into her, relentless.

With one breast surrendered to him, embarrassment swelled—until he pinched the sensitive flesh.

“Ah… Lee Sung.”

Was it a moan of pleasure or a reaction to the sting? The thrill was so intense it almost hurt.

His gleaming eyes swept over her upper body before he asked:

“Does it hurt?”

It’s embarrassing.

Then, she caught sight of the unmistakable bulge straining against his pants. Erectile dysfunction? What nonsense had Seo Yeora been spouting? She almost wanted to track her down and demand answers.

Flustered, she rolled her eyes and grabbed Lee Sung’s hand on her chest.

“You… are… something else.”

“I’ll need to do more to know for sure.”

“Huh?”

Before she could react, he pushed her down onto the couch, pinning her beneath him.

Blood rushed to her head as his lips descended.

The moment his soft hair brushed her chin, his wet tongue latched onto her skin.

Every sinful movement was vividly transmitted, tightening her nerves.

“Hey, wait, just— Haa— Hold on.”

“Why?”

His breath fanned over her skin. When he paused, she managed to gasp out:

“You… were lying, right? About being inexperienced.”

Instead of answering, he chuckled lowly and resumed his ministrations—repeating the same act, over and over.

His lips savored her like ripe fruit.

Was this really his first time? Or just instinct? Lee Sung felt like a fallen villain, the thrill of breaking taboos awakening her darkest desires.

Her dampened instincts boiled with the urge to devour him.

Like a playboy who knew exactly how women worked, Lee Sung undid the buckle of her jeans.

Without resistance—no, eagerly—she let him.

Ziiip. The zipper slid down under his touch. The wet heat teasing her chest, the unfamiliar fingers slipping past her waistband—

“Ah.”

So this was pent-up frustration. No wonder it felt so dizzyingly electric.

The touch was obscenely vivid, saturating her like watercolor. His hand moved like a delicate brush, stroking up and down.

“Lee Sung. Sung-ah…”

She moaned his name, mind hazy. Did you ever imagine this? she wanted to ask. Me, your fingers inside me, touching where no one else has?

If not, how could he be this good?

Her legs weakened. Barely managing to lift a knee, she surrendered completely—until fabric was pushed aside, and his fingers delved deeper.

“Haa. Ah—”

How could he do this? How could pleasure keep intensifying as Lee Sung touched her most intimate place?

The meticulous strokes made her tremble, pleasure jolting down her spine.

Lee Sung. My friend for nearly 30 years. Even if you’ve grown into a man, you’re still precious to me.

How could you touch me like this, stirring up such desire?

How could you?

The bulge in his pants stood firm, undeniable.

Then, Lee Sung gripped the waistband of her jeans with both hands. In one motion, her pants and panties were stripped away.

Now, she lay completely bare before him.

His large hands seized her thighs, spreading them slowly apart.

Ah. Am I really exposing my most secret self to Lee Sung’s gaze?“