Chapter 04
It seemed like he was spewing insults, asking what on earth she had put on her body, but the only words she could clearly understand were that her body was sweet.
The man’s kisses were endless, his lips staining her skin red all over.
Finally, Hyunjeong stretched out her arms and pulled close the head of the man who was devouring every inch of her.
Just as she began to think her body might melt away like chocolate, the man rose up.
His entire body, more excited than hers, shook roughly.
The man, who had been gazing down at her intently, covered her with his scorching hot body and gently bit her earlobe without hurting her.
“Haa, this is just the beginning.”
The man was affectionate and kind. As if respecting her first time, he slowly opened her body and entered. Even though he was already highly aroused, he held her carefully. Beads of thick sweat dripped from his forehead onto her chest.
His clenched jawline, seeming ready to burst with his own desire, made her feel that he was prioritizing her comfort over his own urges.
He surged against her like a fierce wave threatening to consume her in one go, but if she let out a pained sound, he would withdraw immediately to soothe her.
The strange act of their breaths mingling continued, and her brain, steeped in pleasure, felt like it would turn to mush. Meanwhile, her body arched instinctively at the thrilling sensations he gave her, her lower abdomen tightening.
The man kissed her as if adoring her sweat-drenched body, pushing into her endlessly.
With a gentle, caring gaze, he continuously checked if she was in pain or if she was feeling good, holding her trembling body tightly so she couldn’t think of anything else.
When he moved slowly, it felt as if he was being imprinted directly onto her very being.
Feeling loved, Hyunjeong gripped his neck tightly and sobbed.
Even with her eyes closed, her body swayed, and behind her closed eyelids, she pictured the man holding her with a lustful expression and hot, ragged breaths.
No, it felt as if he was already imprinted there.
* * *
The sensation of the soft bed sheets against Hyunjeong’s bare skin felt unfamiliar.
“Ugh…”
Hyunjeong stirred and her eyes snapped open at a feeling of pressure.
A hot, firm body temperature was felt against her back, and a thick, heavy arm and long leg were wrapped around her, binding her.
Startled, Hyunjeong tried to sit up and nearly let out a groan. Her waist was painfully sore, as if splitting apart, and between her legs throbbed as if rubbed raw.
The memories from last night—no, until early this morning—of being entangled with the man in the bed, in the bathroom, and then again in the bed, were vivid.
Outside the hotel window, it was still dark. She must have only dozed off briefly. Or perhaps, near the end, she had finally lost consciousness.
Hyunjeong carefully extricated herself from the man’s arms and legs wrapped tightly around her and picked up her scattered clothes.
There seemed nothing more awkward than waking up in the morning with a one-night stand, and since she had successfully concluded her escapade, her business there was essentially finished.
As she reached the door, she let out a shallow sigh and approached the bed once more.
Unaware that she had slipped away, the man was fast asleep. He looked completely different from when he was wearing a suit. His slightly disheveled appearance seemed more comfortable and pure compared to his perfect facade.
Hyunjeong bent down, imprinting the sleeping man’s face feature by feature into her eyes: the eyes that had looked at her so intensely, the nose that had breathed in her scent, the lips that had kissed her so softly—as if she would remember them forever.
Then, she laughed without realizing it. What good would remembering forever do? It was just a one-night stand.
She felt she owed the man, who had given her an ecstatic memory and experience, a farewell.
“Thank you. Goodbye.”
The escapade was over. It was time to return to her unbearably gloomy reality.
* * *
Taegun opened his eyes only after hearing the sound of the door closing carefully. His sharp eyes showed no trace of sleepiness.
Taegun rose slowly and walked across the room, his body clad in not a single thread. He picked up his jacket from the clothes scattered here and there. Opening his phone, he called his secretary, Kim Seon-woo.
As if waiting for his call, Kim Seon-woo answered before the third ring.
-Yes, Vice President.
“That woman who approached me last night just left. Find out who she is.”
After hanging up, Taegun walked to the window overlooking the night view. From the high-floor room, he couldn’t see people on the ground, but he cast his gaze towards where she might be.
At first, he thought she was a woman sent by his grandfather to seduce him. A famous shaman had apparently said that if he didn’t marry before turning thirty, his grandfather wouldn’t live long.
After hearing that, his grandfather had pressured him into arranged meetings, and after he repeatedly turned down the women, his grandfather started sending them to him this way.
Daughter’s of political and business families interested in him, famous models—all disguised as natural encounters.
To him, it was all just a nuisance.
“What kind of woman is she this time?”
She must undoubtedly have been sent by his grandfather. That’s why, the moment he entered the hotel bar, her eyes had widened in surprise. And after that, she had kept glancing at him drinking alone.
Pretending not to see through her intentions or politely rejecting her had both become tiresome.
“But why did I do it…?”
However, the woman was somewhat different from the others who had approached him under his grandfather’s orders. She seemed a bit clumsy, perhaps.
Even as he recalled the events of last night, he couldn’t understand himself. When tears welled up in her hazel brown eyes, he had felt a buried mass of desire surge up to his throat.
Maybe he had been angry at the thought of her, with her innocent, lamb-like face, being held by another man if not him.
Realizing this, a dry laugh escaped him.
It was completely unlike him. Acting impulsively, having a one-night stand like this.
Because he was the son of a single mother, because he was a boy growing up without a father, he had been raised hearing from his mother, until it felt like his ears would callous, to always comport himself properly.
“She said it’s not like I can just loosen my pants anywhere,” he muttered.
His mother’s discipline wasn’t the only reason. Since his middle school days, when he entered his grandfather’s household, he had strived to stay a step ahead of others, living each day as if it were two.
In short, he never had time to be distracted by women.
So, he couldn’t understand if the man who had driven the woman relentlessly from last night until dawn was really him.
It was as if he had been bewitched by something.
“Ha, where have I seen her before?”
He kept feeling like he had seen the woman somewhere in his memory. Her moist eyes, her translucent skin, her sweet body scent.
But he couldn’t remember at all. It was frustrating, as if a veil had been drawn over a part of his memory.
The most important thing now was that he had slept with a stranger. It was a first for him, so he absolutely had to find out who she was.
He had already instructed his secretary, so her identity would likely be uncovered within hours.
He decided to think about the aftermath later.
* * *
Until Hyunjeong got out of the taxi and pushed open the main gate, the inside of the house had looked dark from the outside.
Peeking through the slightly ajar door, as expected, the living room was empty. She slipped inside, carefully closed the inner door, and finally let out a sigh of relief.
That sense of relief—that her escapade had ended successfully—vanished the moment the bright lights in the dark living room suddenly flicked on.
As she looked up at the harsh lights with startled eyes, the person who had turned them on rushed over and ruthlessly slapped Hyunjeong across the cheek.
**Slap.**
