Chapter 1
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The moment the bedroom door of the Suite Room at the Jeil Hotel closed behind them, Dohoon pushed Eunha back against it forcefully.
A hot, pliant mass of flesh slipped between their joined lips, ravaging and teasing the inside of her mouth.
“Haa.”
A rough breath escaped Eunha’s lips involuntarily.
The kiss, with the wide bed in front of them and her leaning against the door, was so sensual and impossibly intoxicating.
And it wasn’t just the kiss.
Goosebumps rose all over her body with every touch of his hands.
The forgotten memories from five years ago began to surface vividly.
Those intoxicating nights she had spent clinging to him.
Thump-thump.
Her heart pounded fiercely.
I shouldn’t be like this…
If I’m like this already, how will I endure married life with him?
Gathering her wits with difficulty, Eunha finally managed to push Dohoon away, who was pressed tightly against her.
“W-wait a minute.”
“Why? Having second thoughts now?”
Dohoon laughed, his lips curling up in an amused smile even as he panted for breath. That smile was incredibly sexy.
But Eunha quickly shook her head, dismissing such thoughts.
If she let her heart get involved in this contract marriage, predicated on pregnancy, she would only end up getting hurt.
“No.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“Let’s… take it slow. We have all night, anyway.”
She wanted to buy just a little time. Because he was too致命적 (fatal/dangerous – in this context, overwhelmingly attractive). She was afraid that if they entangled their bodies like this, emotions might get mixed in.
“I’m not patient enough for that.”
But Dohoon refused outright, as if seeing right through her.
Then, in an instant, he ripped open the robe Eunha was wearing and buried his face in her pale breasts.
“Hht.”
It was a sudden sensation. Every time his soft, hot tongue teased her peak, her breathing grew rougher and her mind grew hazy.
As if her body had been waiting for his touch, it heated up feverishly. Her mind said no, but her body remembered him.
“Relax. It’s not like it’s our first time.”
“Ah……”
Dohoon’s languid voice tickled Eunha’s ear. At the same time, her lips parted.
It wasn’t because she agreed with him. The moment his breath touched her ear, an unfamiliar sensation caused her lips to part on their own.
He seemed to know every inch of her body.
Where to touch to please her, where she was sensitive.
He caressed her with deeper, more meticulous hands.
“Hht, hey.”
“Not ‘hey.’ It’s Choi Dohoon.”
“Right… Dohoon, Nnnght.”
In the end, she couldn’t even finish saying his name and swallowed a moan.
Eunha was in torment. Her body trembled finely with every touch of his hands.
When his fingers probed into her vulnerable flesh, the feeling of her entire body melting left her with no choice but to lean against him helplessly, catching her breath.
Even though she had only been in his arms once, five years ago, she was surprised at how strongly she reacted to his touch.
But she didn’t want to show it, so she bit her lip hard.
Dohoon, as if teasing her, moved his lips even lower. His lips, leaving red marks on her breasts, traveled past her sternum, down towards her navel.
“L-let’s go to the bed.”
Eunha pleaded, now cupping Dohoon’s head, which was positioned much lower, with both hands. She didn’t even have the strength to stand like this.
“No.”
“Mr. Dohoon, please.”
But this time, too, Eunha’s wish wasn’t granted.
She saw the corner of Dohoon’s mouth lift, and then her lips were swallowed again. This time, the stimulation was more intense and stronger than before.
Eunha had met Dohoon again just two hours ago.
Two hours earlier, Eunha stood in front of the Jeil Hotel, wearing a beige dress that hugged her figure, her voluminous wavy hair cascading down to her shoulders.
Choi Dohoon.
The man she remembered only from one hot night, whose name she hadn’t even known. She thought she would never see him again.
And yet, here she was, seeking him out of her own volition. Even she thought she was being utterly shameless and ridiculous.
Especially dressed like this.
Eunha looked at her reflection in the shop window and squeezed her eyes shut.
Truth be told, it was just a dress with a slightly deep neckline that clung to her body—a fairly modest design.
Even if others found it normal, Eunha had always refused to wear even these kinds of clothes. She felt burdened by the way men looked at her.
Strangely, since she was young, Eunha had often been the target of men’s lecherous gazes, so she naturally tended to wear clothes that concealed her figure.
But today, she had chosen and worn this outfit herself, desperate to win his favor no matter what.
Because this was the only way to save her father and herself.
“He might not even remember me.”
Eunha pressed a hand to her trembling chest and muttered to herself.
It was just a one-night stand anyway. If he was handsome, had a great body, and came from a good family, women must be constantly flocking to him.
Thinking he would remember someone who just passed through his life might be a huge delusion.
Even if he did remember, there was nothing she could do about it.
“That’s right. You can do this, Yeo Eunha!”
Eunha curled the corners of her lips upward into a smile, trying to act confident. It felt awkward, but not entirely unpresentable.
After practicing her smiling face a few more times, Eunha opened the door and entered the café.
Dohoon, who had arrived first, was sitting by the window. Even if one didn’t know him, his height, exceptional build, and striking features naturally drew attention.
Large eyes without double eyelids, a prominent nose, a well-defined jawline that complemented his slender face, and vivid red lips. Perhaps with age, he had now acquired an aura as well.
The closer she got, the more his undeniably handsome appearance took her breath away. Just like five years ago.
“Mr. Choi Dohoon.”
Finally standing before Dohoon, Eunha called his name softly.
When Dohoon turned to look, she pulled her lips into a practiced smile and sat down in the seat opposite him.
“I’m Yeo Eunha. I was introduced by Mr. Jin Seongwoo for today’s meeting.”
“……”
Dohoon, who had been staring at her blankly for a moment, let out a soft, deflating sound—a ‘pfft’—at her introduction. It was because he had recognized her at a glance.
“It’s nice to meet you.”
But Eunha, paying no mind, stared straight at Dohoon and smiled. As if she were a woman who didn’t remember him at all.
Dohoon, who had crossed his right leg over his left, slowly uncrossed them and spoke.
“The person who supposedly begged to meet me just once… is you?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
Dohoon felt like laughing. He didn’t know how to interpret this situation.
It was the first time he’d encountered a woman who was this hard to read.
In the end, Dohoon got straight to the point. He wasn’t the type to beat around the bush anyway.
“What’s the reason?”
“Pardon?”
“There must be a reason. The reason you wanted to meet me so badly.”
To get him to come today, his friend Seongwoo had pestered him for days. He said there was a woman who wanted to see him, to just meet her once.
It wasn’t like he, at thirty-two, needed to go on blind dates. It was absurd.
It wasn’t that he lacked charm to the point of needing to meet women this way, nor was he desperate for a woman’s body.
Moreover, right now, he already had a headache over his marriage situation.
He had kept refusing, but Seongwoo had come to his office in a frenzy, so he had no choice but to agree to the meeting.
But to think he’d meet that woman from five years ago here.
‘Do you want to sleep with me?’
‘I want to sleep with you.’
The woman who had nonchalantly said she wanted to sleep with him.
‘You’re the first man who doesn’t drool when he looks at me.’
‘You can’t tell just by looking. Can’t you see I’m holding back?’
‘Then you don’t have to hold back.’
The woman who had ultimately dredged up the dormant desires within him and set them ablaze.
And then, the woman who had disappeared without a trace the next morning.
And now, that very woman was sitting before him, telling him with a pale face that she wanted to meet him.
When he had looked for her everywhere back then, there hadn’t been a single trace of her.
“Alright. I’ll be direct too.”
Eunha, struggling to hide her flustered inner thoughts, feigned a calm expression and answered.
She was clearly a woman skilled at masking her emotions.
Whether it was innate or trained.
So, were those intoxicating moans from that night also fake?
Then again, where was the sincerity in a one-night stand? Perhaps he had been naive to think she wouldn’t just leave like that.
Even as he sneered internally, his body reacted predictably.
Even though five years had passed, it was always like this when he thought of her.
The look in her eyes, drowning in pleasure beneath him, the seductive curves of her body enticing him—it was all still vivid, making it all the more maddening.
‘You’re crazy, Choi Dohoon.’
Dohoon straightened his posture as if coming to his senses. The blood that had already rushed south was making him uncomfortable.
Just then.
“Mr. Choi Dohoon, I want to marry you.”
The woman who said she would be direct had truly come in without any brakes. After saying it, she pressed her lips together firmly as if to show she was serious, which was also absurd.
“Haha.”
At Eunha’s provocation, Dohoon let out a low laugh.
Marriage? Was this woman truly insane?
Or was she testing him? Thinking that after seeing how excited he was that night, even after five years, he’d jump at the chance if she proposed marriage?
How much did she look down on him to do this?
He should get up and leave immediately out of displeasure, but strangely, Dohoon found he couldn’t.
Whether it was the former or the latter, a part of him somehow wanted to enjoy this moment of facing her again.
So he just stared at her with a bewildered expression, and Eunha’s pupils trembled slightly. It seemed she wasn’t a complete pro after all.
“I know it’s surprising. You’re probably wondering why I’d bring up marriage when we’ve barely met.”
“It’s not that.”
“Pardon?”
“We have met. In Las Vegas.”
“……”
“And we spent the whole night in bed, telling each other how good it felt, sucking and biting. Don’t you remember?”
At Dohoon’s slick reply, Eunha closed her mouth.
[Fearless Marriage]
