Chapter 07
Jian unconsciously shrank back, and he reached out his hand.
“Let’s go. To eat something sweet.”
Although his words sounded like he was just suggesting a dessert, his gaze was so intense it seemed like he wanted to swallow her whole.
No matter how uninterested Jian might be in men, she couldn’t miss it.
That offer wasn’t just about eating something sweet.
It was a look of desire, approaching her as a man, as a lover.
She should thank him and get up immediately. That would be the right thing to do.
Yet an inexplicable impulse fluttered through Jian’s chest, holding her in place.
“You don’t want to?”
The man plopped down beside her and asked lightly.
Her face heated up from being so close to his breath.
Jian swallowed hard and bit her lip.
The wine must have been unusually bitter and strong.
Her head felt hot, her judgment blurred, and her heart kept pounding.
A rising impulse to hold the hand of the man who had been helping her kept surging.
No. Get a grip. This isn’t the time.
No. Is there really a reason not to? Just once, even if only for a moment…
Breathing shallowly, Jian looked up at him intently.
“If you keep looking at me like that, I start imagining things… freely.”
“What kind of… imagining?”
“If I told you, could you handle it?”
The truth was, she didn’t know.
But somehow, as if possessed, her lips opened on their own.
“You’ll know… if you try.”
Jian grabbed the man’s jacket and placed her trembling hand against his chest.
Thump, thump, thump.
Amazingly, the heart under her palm was beating as wildly as her own.
No words were needed anymore.
His large hand snatched her wrist and pulled her along.
Her heart began to throb as if it had lodged in her brain.
Jian’s entire body felt like it was burning.
There was no emergency patient more critical than her.
Her vitals had already exceeded normal limits—pulse, blood pressure, heartbeat—each escalating rapidly.
Most alarming was the heat coursing through her veins.
Exhaling in hot breaths, she barely managed to open her eyes.
The elevator numbers rose quickly.
With each ascending number, the cabin was filled with a pounding, violent vibration.
She couldn’t tell whether this abnormal tremor was hers alone, his as he held her as if to break her waist, or both.
Even in her confusion, Jian could no longer suppress the surging heat.
Her emotions swelled, and the man was irresistible.
No emergency calls were blaring off duty.
Was this too extravagant to consider as a belated birthday gift?
As soon as the elevator doors opened, Jian, still unable to organize her chaotic thoughts, was practically dragged into his arms and into the room.
Her body was pressed against the wall, and his lips, like a blazing flame, engulfed hers.
Startled by their contact, Jian squeezed her eyes shut.
Her heels lifted, her calves quivered.
A restrained moan escaped, and her breathless lips parted.
His skilled tongue slid between, entwining with hers.
Jian’s heart fluttered at her first kiss.
But moving carefully with him, erotic sounds slipped from between their pressed lips.
Becoming a single burning entity happened in an instant.
Holding Jian in his arms, Taejun drew her even closer with a suction-like intensity.
So consumed by excitement, he saw nothing else. It was a miracle they even found the room.
His once steadfast reason had long since evaporated.
Such a fast, intense fire was completely new to him.
He had always walked a path of clear and perfect certainty.
Even when pioneering rough terrain, he always had a distinct goal and plan.
Since meeting this woman, he had been acting impulsively.
The irritation in his nerves quickly flared into desire.
Dangerous, provocative—he should have been cautious—but he couldn’t stop.
Their pressed bodies rubbed together lasciviously.
Unexpected dopamine exploded like fireworks, and he lifted her skirt. Her smooth, slender thighs quivered.
“Ugh!”
Her moan accompanied the tearing of her stockings.
The feel of her bare skin sent his muscles into a frenzy.
Inevitably, his greedy lips descended on bare skin.
She was softer and hotter than he expected.
An instinct to fill her completely surged within him.
There was no time to reach the bed.
Taejun, entranced, pressed closer and deeper into her.
“Ah, too… ugh!”
Startled, she twisted her waist, stifling a moan.
“Say it. Louder.”
He wanted to hear it.
Her raw desire, entirely for him.
But she stubbornly shook her head, her face flushed.
Liar. You said you could handle it.
It was just the beginning; she shouldn’t retreat already.
“Spread.”
Taejun parted her red lips and slid his thick fingers inside.
“Ah, hng!”
She clutched his fingers, unsure what to do, trembling.
At that moment, her body stiffened, and her eyes revealed primal unfamiliarity.
Ah, could it be…?
A lightning-like memory of her clumsy kiss flashed in Taejun’s mind.
Panting heavily, he asked,
“This isn’t your first time, is it?”
“…If it were your first, would you dislike it?”
Though fearful, she parted her luscious lips and countered.
Perhaps her unusually round cheeks and big eyes made her look younger.
Taejun became curious about her exact age, which he couldn’t gauge at all.
“How old are you?”
“Hng, in this situation… does age matter?”
Panting, she returned the question.
Taejun merely waited for her lips to open.
“…Mm.”
Instead of answering, she bit her lips hard as if thinking.
As the silence lingered, his brow furrowed slightly.
“Why so serious? Even if it’s your first time, you’re not that young.”
“…So, how old are you?”
Without realizing it, his voice grew rough with urgency.
She let out a small, amused laugh and parted her lips along with her hot breath.
“Twenty-eight.”
Ah, twenty-eight sounded so erotic spoken aloud.
“Is that… enough?”
Relieved, Taejun’s lower body reacted as if it would break through his pants.
Enough, indeed.
But a first time is still a first time.
No matter how he looked at her, this small woman wouldn’t be easy to handle.
Suppressing his excitement, Taejun carried her into the bathroom.
Hot water poured like a waterfall into the tub, fogging the surroundings.
Adjusting the temperature, he turned to see her, fearlessly undressing herself.
Her dazzling nakedness was fully revealed.
The roaring water threatened to break the restraint he had been barely holding.
“My clothes… might get soaked…”
She whispered, embarrassed, as if offering an excuse. Feeling unfair to be the only one naked, she reached for his shirt buttons and undid them.
Thump, thump.
Her heartbeat sounded as loud as the water pounding the tub.
Taejun cupped her face and pressed his lips to hers again.
Instantly, Jian trembled at their joined lips.
Her waist twisted involuntarily, aching.
Her legs weakened, and he seated her at the far end of the massive tub.
All sorts of erotic stimuli hit Jian faster than light, flowing downward.
Ah… where are you trying to go…!?
Blushing from primal embarrassment, her whole body turned fiery red.
Her skin wasn’t just red—it felt ablaze.
Something inside swelled as if it would explode.
Feeling as though her entire body had been pierced by a hot spear, Jian lifted her hips, writhing in agony.
“St-stop… just do it… hng… quickly…”
Instinctively, she pulled him closer, wanting him to fill her. At that moment—
Splash!
Off balance, he fell into the tub with her in his arms, as if being swallowed.
