CHAPTER 6
Beom Kwon-yeol let out a hollow laugh.
He had been the one to bring it up first, yet his already flushed face was turning even redder.
“Don’t drink anymore. You’re banned for a while.”
Just as he was about to remove Yoon Hee-jo’s hand clutching his collar—
“……!”
Hee-jo squeezed her eyes shut and suddenly pulled him closer.
Smack—
A soft, embarrassing sound echoed.
“……”
The hand gripping his collar trembled.
Watching her long lashes, her lips, then her entire body shaking, Kwon-yeol was dumbfounded.
“Yoon Hee-jo.”
“……”
“Open your eyes.”
She slowly lifted her eyelids, and he almost scoffed.
Who was the one who got kissed just now?
“You’re the one who started this—so why are you the one shaking? I’m the one it happened to.”
“T-that’s not it…!”
“You can’t even do it properly.”
The soft warmth that had touched and left his lips lingered in his mind, heating his blood.
He forced himself to ignore it by thinking of Yoon Hee-jo.
This is Yoon Hee-jo.
The younger sister I have to protect for the rest of my life.
“Why are you doing this?”
“……You said you’d grant me anything.”
Ha. She sure talks back well.
At least she won’t lose easily out there—
“……”
Kwon-yeol dragged a hand over his face.
Even in this situation, he was thinking like this.
Was it proof he’d played the role of her older brother too well?
“Are you not going to grant it?”
“Yoon Hee-jo.”
“Then I’ll go back down to the jazz bar.”
“…What?”
Her eyes hardened, making it clear she wasn’t joking.
“You said you wouldn’t give me a gift. So I’ll find someone else. I’ll get one from someone else. Properly.”
“…What happened between you and that guy earlier?”
Kim Shin-woo, was it?
Kwon-yeol’s gaze darkened as he recalled his foolish face.
Yes—since then, Yoon Hee-jo had been… strange.
“You showed up before that, Oppa.”
“…Ha.”
She had put him on the spot.
If today’s meeting hadn’t been at The Lotus Hotel…
If he hadn’t seen her sitting there smiling across from that idiot…
Then by now, she and that guy—
“…Hoo.”
Steadying his breath, Kwon-yeol grabbed her wrists and removed them from his collar.
“You started this.”
It seemed her drunkenness had somehow transferred to him.
“I clearly gave you a chance to run.”
Otherwise, there’d be no reason for him to go along with something this insane.
“There’s no turning back now. If you want to stop, say it now.”
He slowly lowered her wrists.
“Regretting it later won’t help.”
They stared silently into each other’s eyes.
A strange tension flowed through the heavy silence.
Hee-jo moved first.
“….”
Slowly, she began unbuttoning her blouse, enduring Kwon-yeol’s gaze pouring over her.
As her pale skin was revealed, the blouse slipped off and fell to the floor.
“I won’t regret it.”
As if she ever would.
She had waited her whole life for this moment.
“Never.”
Her lips trembled uncontrollably.
Her heart pounded as if it would burst through her chest, her spine tingling.
Even so, she didn’t look away.
Kwon-yeol never dealt with someone who couldn’t meet his gaze.
“……”
His expression subtly twisted.
Beneath his neatly styled hair, his eyes sank coldly.
The usual boredom in them vanished, replaced by a predatory intensity—like a beast targeting prey.
Not as her brother’s friend, but as a man looking at a woman.
“As I said, I prefer rough sex.”
Thud.
He tossed his jacket over her blouse and loosened his tie.
“Remember that.”
Hee-jo inhaled sharply. Her full chest rose with the motion.
…Damn it. What “kid”?
“Open your mouth, Yoon Hee-jo.”
—
Hee-jo tightened her grip on his solid shoulders.
But of course, she couldn’t push him away.
“Mm—!”
The moment their lips met, his thick tongue pushed in, exploring relentlessly.
Her soft lower lip was sucked, then a sharp, tingling ache followed as if her tongue would be pulled out.
His tongue moved in and out, slow then rough, over and over.
Whether it was a kiss or something more, she couldn’t tell.
Her body kept responding, growing warmer.
Each time, Kwon-yeol noticed instantly, wrapping his strong arms around her and pulling her flush against him.
“Ah…”
She lost count.
How many times their lips met, when their clothes came off, when he undressed—
“Ah, Kwon-yeol Oppa…”
At some point, she was straddling his thigh, arms around his neck, kissing him.
He wrapped his tongue around hers, greedily drinking in her sweetness.
His large hands roamed her delicate body.
“Wait… this feels strange…”
“It’s not strange.”
His hand brushed somewhere, and her body jolted.
“It feels good.”
Her flushed face, trembling as she looked at him, was intoxicating.
The sounds, the sensations, her weakening body leaning into him—he welcomed it all.
Still, her unfamiliar reactions pushing him away were annoying.
Frowning slightly, he grabbed her wrists, guiding them around his neck, and deepened the kiss again.
Strange.
It felt like her body itself had turned into something intoxicating.
No… like honey.
The more he tasted, the sweeter it became.
Her body, unlike her composed face, was dangerously alluring.
At this rate, how could he ever let her go outside again?
Thinking that, he took her hand and guided it.
“O-Oppa…”
Startled by the heat in her palm, she tried to pull away.
She failed.
“You said you wouldn’t regret it.”
He wrapped his hand around her fingers, moving them slowly.
“W-wait.”
“There’s no ‘wait’ in sex, Hee-jo.”
His lips brushed her ear, and she trembled again.
“Still want to continue?”
Stopping now would be torture.
But if she wanted it, he would endure anything.
“…I want to continue.”
As her grip tightened, Kwon-yeol winced.
“You promised me a gift.”
Her clumsy movements made him grit his teeth.
“Give it to me properly. As much as I want.”
That was the last of his restraint.
In an instant, he pushed her down and climbed over her, reaching into a drawer.
“Relax.”
Tear—
He ripped open a wrapper with his teeth.
“Breathe slowly.”
Looking at her stiffened body, he lowered his head.
When his lips touched her sensitive skin, she moaned, clutching his head.
Her body gradually relaxed.
Seizing the moment, he moved forward.
Holding her slender waist, he began moving slowly, groaning at the tight sensation.
It was unlike anything he had ever felt.
Too tight, too warm, too soft—it felt overwhelming.
His instincts slipped out of control.
His movements grew faster.
Hee-jo, too, began to match him clumsily as pleasure overtook pain.
“Kwon-yeol Oppa…”
Don’t say my name. I’m already losing it.
He lowered his head, sealing her lips.
If he kept watching her call his name beneath him…
It would be dangerous.
…No, it already was.
Their tongues tangled wildly.
The sounds, the heat, the breathless voices filled the room endlessly.
“Lift your hips, Hee-jo.”
It was the beginning of a long night.
