Chapter : 37
The sensor light flickered on and off.
Iseol, afraid that Kanghoon might hear it—or worse, that Kanghoon would come out and see her and Taeshin—couldn’t say a word as she was pushed into the bedroom.
Every creak of the floor made her heart skip a beat.
It was too dark to see what expression Taeshin was wearing right now.
Taeshin reached behind Iseol and, pushing the door, guided her fully inside.
The door closed behind him, and Iseol, hitting the desk, flailed her arms before switching on the desk lamp.
As the soft light filled the room, she saw Taeshin’s face looking down at her with an unreadable expression.
Iseol froze in place.
A red warning light went off in her head again.
Even redder, even more urgent than before.
She had to get this man out.
She had to push him away.
She couldn’t let him get this close.
But her body didn’t obey.
She couldn’t even breathe.
Her lips were parched, her mind blank, unable to think at all.
“W-what… what’s wrong?”
Even to her own ears, the words sounded foolish.
“D-do you… have something to say?”
The gaze that had been obsessively following her eyes slid down over her nose and landed on her lips.
The heat from that look made her lips feel like they were burning.
She didn’t know much about relationships, but she could guess what that gaze wanted.
This wasn’t a misunderstanding.
She wished it were a misunderstanding.
“I told you already. I’m not that gentlemanly.”
“…?”
She had no idea what he meant by “not gentlemanly” or what he intended to do.
“I… understand… got it.”
Iseol barely managed to answer, moving her lips slightly.
“Doesn’t seem like you really got it.”
Warm palms cupped Iseol’s jaw and cheeks, thumbs pressing lightly against her lower lip.
Though it was her lips he touched, her whole body seemed to sizzle.
She swallowed the urge to bite her lips gently.
“Look at me properly.”
Iseol lifted her eyes to meet the stranger in front of her.
Was he always this tall?
Being this close, the sheer difference in their builds was striking.
“Don’t… test me.”
She didn’t understand what he meant by “test.”
“W-what are you talking about? When did I—”
The more she tried to clear her mind, the more distant it felt.
It was like fog had clouded her brain.
The feel of his hands on her cheeks.
The eyes that clung more persistently the more she tried to push away.
Perfectly sculpted features.
Soft yet masculine lips.
What would those lips feel like?
What… would they taste like?
Hah… what am I thinking…
I must be crazy.
The air felt thin.
It was as if Taeshin had sucked all the air out of the room.
Iseol parted her lips to breathe in.
“It’s too late… better if I… go…”
She summoned her last shred of reason and said it aloud, hoping Taeshin would come to his senses and let go.
But perhaps that only triggered him.
Taeshin tilted his head down and pulled her lips to his.
As soon as their lips met, it felt like her entire body was being drawn into him.
It was completely different from the brief contact before—it was no mere game.
His lips were hot and soft.
Her pupils dilated, breath caught.
Her heart pounded wildly, blood seeming to rush backward in a dizzying sensation.
Yet some reason still lingered.
“Hgh…!”
Iseol tried to push him away, placing her hands on his chest.
Despite the overwhelming difference in strength, her hands barely applied force.
Her legs were going weak.
Taeshin slipped his hand under her jumper and into her clothes, wrapping her waist and pulling her closer.
Their lower bodies pressed together.
His body was unyieldingly solid.
Her head tilted back, lips parting.
His tongue slipped in.
Tilting his head to change the angle, their lips meshed perfectly like puzzle pieces.
She couldn’t tell where his tongue ended and hers began.
The soft, wet sensation moved freely in her mouth.
The entwined tongues made a wet, squelching sound.
Wet, slippery.
A sensation she had never felt before.
“Mm…”
A moan escaped her lips.
It was erotic and moist.
Strangely, it felt good.
Like chocolate melting sweetly under the midsummer sun.
He was good at kissing.
She couldn’t compare, but there was no doubt he was skilled.
Her body was heating up from just the kiss.
Suddenly, their lips parted.
She gasped, releasing the breath she had held.
Feeling unsatisfied, Iseol blinked up at him.
Her vision blurred, her mind blank, yet his wet eyes were crystal clear.
This was madness.
A kiss with Lee Taeshin.
Something she should never do…
Impossible…
And yet, she felt a pang of longing.
She was only just beginning to understand what a real kiss was like, and it was ending…
Her heart wavered, unable to grasp itself.
“Lee Taeshin, let’s not—”
She barely managed to say it, but he lifted her onto the desk, grabbed her waist, and leaned down again.
Fire sparked in their locked gaze.
There was no way to resist the deep, intense desire he had been holding back.
Her last thread of reason snapped.
She looped her arms around his neck.
Taeshin licked her lips, drawing her saliva, then, unsatisfied, sucked on her lips and tongue.
Her body moved on its own.
Exactly as he wanted, exactly as he directed, she danced in his mouth.
Her tongue ached as if it would be pulled out, but the sounds escaping her lips were lascivious moans.
She had never known she could make such sounds.
She pressed her chest against his.
An unconscious act.
He let out a low moan.
By now, her scarf and jumper had been removed.
Clothes fell like a discarded shell onto the desk.
Her body felt lighter.
She tried to grab the falling clothes with her fingertips, but it was useless.
Taeshin lifted her by her hips.
Still holding her lips captive, he moved toward the bed and laid her down.
The old bed creaked.
Their lips parted.
Breath came in gasps.
Every time their lips met, it felt as if Taeshin was stealing her breath.
He leaned over her, arms on either side, looking down.
His chest heaved as much as hers.
Her heart trembled at the heat blazing in his eyes.
She knew they should stop, yet her chest burned.
She didn’t want to push him away.
No, she wanted to be held.
Just a little longer.
Her mind was completely confused.
She wanted to be held.
How could she even think that…
Then Taeshin, still touching her hips, pulled something from her pants pocket.
It was Choi Mugwang’s business card.
“What’s this?”
“…That man gave it to me. He said to call if my mind changes.”
“Hah.”
Taeshin let out a heavy sigh.
“He said it’s a direct line.”
“Did he threaten you? Say something about your family if you refused the offer?”
For a moment, she almost lied and said no, hesitated.
But she answered honestly.
“He did say he’d demand repayment of the principal.”
Taeshin’s lips tightened.
The fire in his eyes turned cold in an instant.
“You won’t need to call him, so I’ll take this card.”
Iseol nodded.
“In return, this is between me and Future Credit. You promise not to interfere, Lee Taeshin.”
“….”
“Why aren’t you answering?”
Instead of replying, he lowered his head and bit gently at her neck, sucking in the soft flesh.
“Ugh!”
It didn’t hurt, but the unfamiliar sensation sent shivers down her spine.
Any thought of needing an answer vanished, leaving only lingering excitement.
Taeshin pressed his lips to her nape, inhaling deeply.
Iseol lifted her waist, holding his head to her.
Then—
Knock, knock—
Someone was at the door.
