Chapter – 55
Hello.
Eun-hee’s soft, desperate voice cut through the heavy, ominous air.
“Please… just like you always do for me, tonight too… please…”
“…….”
“Please, do it like that, Prosecutor…”
Young-hoon stopped moving. With the hand that had just let go of hers, he roughly brushed her hair back.
Her wet eyes trembled like waves. Seeing her pale, frightened gaze pierced him in the chest.
Damn it. He swore silently.
The thought that such a pure face had to carry a price tag every night made his blood boil.
How much had it been?
A total of 1.3 billion won. Even if spread out over many nights, converted to a daily rate, it wasn’t a small amount. To someone, that sum would be enough to live a dignified, comfortable life without losing pride.
Tonight, 300 million won. Even for someone rich and arrogant like Chi-ra, spending it as a one-night indulgence wasn’t insignificant.
But in truth, the amount didn’t matter to him.
It wasn’t new to realize that what Eun-hee had sought from their relationship was money. For a poor woman, if it wasn’t money, what else could it have been?
He didn’t mind. Since she collected the money, he got to have her nights—an exchange that wasn’t entirely bad, like a fair deal with Park Mi-jung.
But as time passed, vague hopes had grown. Even if it started as a transaction, hadn’t there been a hint of sincerity while they were together?
Seeing her leave as soon as the contract ended made him realize that those thoughts were just his arrogance and stubbornness.
Stripped of illusions, only he—a foolish, pathetic sucker—remained.
“Ha.”
Young-hoon gave a bitter smile as he gazed at Eun-hee, then quickly closed her parted legs. After a moment to steady his breath, he lifted her up in a single motion.
“This is driving me crazy.”
He pressed his face against her body, murmuring with a long breath.
He carried her to the bedroom and laid her on a bed covered with white sheets. Time seemed to stand still. The two stared at each other without moving.
Soon, Young-hoon brushed the tears from her delicate face with the back of his hand and pressed his lips to the corner of her eye.
With a gesture of apology, he held Eun-hee gently.
“Why am I like this…”
Her damp, warm breath soaked his chest.
“I feel like I’ve gone mad.”
Only then did Young-hoon notice her faint smile—a sad smile that seemed to understand him.
Their eyes, full of sorrow, locked with an unspoken understanding.
“…….”
“…….”
Young-hoon slowly took in her tear-streaked face, unable to voice the emotions swelling inside—feelings that couldn’t be summed up as disappointment or regret.
Since their contract with the employer was over, he couldn’t ask if she wanted to start over with him.
Seeing the firm resolve in her smile, his own face hardened in sadness.
The moment he sensed the strength behind her smile, something heavy fell in his chest.
At the same time, he realized he had to let go of the hopes and attachments he’d held onto.
The only thing he could do now was allow her to leave with peace of mind.
He wanted to protect what she would gain by ending this relationship.
Young-hoon decided to let her go.
As calmly as possible.
He would play the selfish role if it meant she felt less guilty.
“I’m sorry.”
Young-hoon spoke softly, locking eyes with her. Though he tried to appear composed, his voice came out strained, burning from deep within.
“I think I’ll be busy tomorrow.”
“…….”
“And the day after that.”
“…….”
“And the day after that.”
Eun-hee blinked, quietly listening to him. Tears clung to her face and slid down her cheeks.
“From now on…”
Young-hoon gently caressed her pale face, smoothing away the tear stains.
“You don’t have to come see me.”
Her face flushed with sorrow. Eun-hee nodded slightly in response.
Young-hoon embraced her as if seeking reconciliation. He held her close, trying to memorize her warmth one last time, pressing his face to her and inhaling her scent. He carefully caressed her smooth skin, storing the soft touch in memory.
“I’m sorry too.”
“Yes… that’s fine.”
Eun-hee gave a tearful smile. Young-hoon lightly tapped her cheek and smiled sadly.
Eun-hee unzipped the front of his shirt and stroked him gently. Waiting for her, Young-hoon undid the buttons of his shirt.
Hot, heavy breaths passed between them. Young-hoon moved the strands of hair off her forehead and leaned toward her warm, wet eyes.
Ah… her eyes, glistening with tears, were beautiful even when crumpled.
No word like “goodbye” was necessary.
Eun-hee spoke it with guilt and apology, and Young-hoon accepted it by letting her go.
He ran his lips over her smooth back and explored her body tenderly with his mouth and tongue. Supporting her waist with one arm, he moved carefully.
“Prosecutor…”
Finally, her breath became sweet and moans of pleasure escaped her. The cries of pain from just moments ago melted into heated passion.
Her body curled, arching like a bow. Young-hoon grabbed her tousled hair, tilting her head back as her lips parted helplessly.
If tomorrow she came to see him…
He thought.
He would take her to a nearby restaurant. After a full meal, they would go to a nice café for coffee. There, he would order sweet desserts and—if she allowed—whisper even sweeter words.
If she came.
If she didn’t leave.
He tried to erase the meaningless fantasies. In the night, he saw Eun-hee, soaked in the darkness, her presence intoxicating.
Amidst the wet friction, she breathed rapidly, moaning with arousal.
The more she trembled, the more he gripped her flesh and teased her, mixing roughness with tender kisses.
Exhausted, she was repeatedly lifted and indulged in.
The time, though chaotic and explicit, was full of rapture and sincerity. It was a pleasure they might never share again.
If she had been hurt in their time together…
He hoped that what she took with her, even a little, would serve as consolation.
Thinking of that, the sum she took felt insufficient, and he felt sorry.
Goodbye.
…Knock, knock.
Eun-hee knocked on Mi-jung’s office door.
Feeling the coldness of the door under her hand, she resolved never to step here again.
The contract had ended. Today was the final check to confirm whether the contract was fulfilled, before the last success fee was paid.
“Come in.”
Mi-jung’s voice came from inside. Pushing open the heavy door, Eun-hee sat in front of Mi-jung’s desk and bowed her head.
Mi-jung started speaking, not with a greeting but in a reprimanding tone.
“You should at least say you worked hard, right?”
“Thank you.”
Eun-hee kept her expression neutral and bowed.
Mi-jung examined her pale face carefully. Narrowing her eyes as if trying to read her, curiosity lingered on her features.
“Your face isn’t looking good,” she remarked.
“And your body? How is it?”
“As you can see…”
Simultaneously, her lips quivered, and her eyelids twitched slightly.
