Episode 06
The moment the man’s skilled tongue slipped between her clumsily parted lips, it sent a jolt through her—sharp and electric, like touching a live wire.
It wasn’t just thrilling. It felt like she might burst.
Butterflies seemed to riot through her entire body.
This is strange. I’m losing my mind.
The sensation of his wet flesh entering her mouth, sweeping and stroking her from the inside.
The feel of another person’s breath and saliva raging within her.
Was Go-jun simply terrifyingly good at kissing?
Or was kissing itself meant to melt a person to death?
She didn’t know.
Only that her whole body felt like it was dissolving, going limp, about to vanish altogether.
Then—his tongue brushed against the tip of hers.
Hesitant. Unsure.
Her retreating tongue was caught, tangled shamelessly with his.
The sensation of their tongues rolling together made her thighs draw tight.
She wasn’t on her period, yet her underwear was growing damp—
a lewd, unfamiliar feeling.
This… this is new.
Just then, Go-jun’s hand slid down her back.
The strangeness deepened.
Wrapped in his hand, she had no choice but to realize how helplessly obscene her body was becoming.
So much so that a moan slipped through their pressed lips.
“Hh—.”
What—what was that?
The sound that had escaped her own throat felt foreign.
The realization that her arousal ran this deep shocked her.
Startled, she shoved her hands against his chest without hesitation.
“W-wait—just a second.”
Go-jun exhaled deeply and stepped back.
Everything was chaos.
His warmth.
The humidity of his body.
His breath, his scent.
All of it was unfamiliar—yet clingingly pleasant.
So pleasant that it scared her.
It felt like her heart was being yanked toward him in a single violent pull.
Like she was being dragged into Go-jun—dangerously fast.
No. This is just lips brushing together.
It doesn’t mean anything.
She had no intention of acting out some cliché drama of a contract marriage.
She would never write herself into a story of one-sided love.
This marriage had to be clean.
Cold.
Mutually beneficial.
A marriage where both parties took what they needed and discarded the rest.
She couldn’t allow herself to get intoxicated like this.
Drawing a deep breath, she looked up at Go-jun.
His temples were faintly flushed.
His gaze remained unreadable.
Forcing her racing heart down with controlled breathing, she finally spoke.
“This should be enough, don’t you think?
We’re going ahead with the marriage.
A contract marriage, right?”
“That won’t be enough,” he replied.
“You can’t expect to get by so easily, Ms. Ma Do-sil.”
“Why not?
You still think I’m not sexy enough?
Is that what you’re saying?”
They’d kissed that deeply—
and she could tell just how provocative it had been.
Unless, to him, this was nothing special.
“We’d have to do more to know,” Go-jun said.
A villainous smile curved his lips.
He looked genuinely entertained—
as though teasing her was the most interesting thing in the world.
Her heart began to itch uneasily.
Do more?
More than that?
“What exactly do you mean by ‘more’?”
She shot him a sharp, calculating look.
Her eyes held more resolve than expected.
Her cheeks beneath them were flushed pink, sweet as ripe peaches.
A tiny mole on her right cheek stood out—
and up close, she carried an unexpectedly sensual air.
He’d only meant to kiss her—to make her feel responsible for the bold words she’d thrown at him.
But she was sweet.
Too sweet.
And before he realized it, instinct overwhelmed reason.
He kissed her far more intensely than he’d planned.
The deeper he went, the sweeter she tasted.
But that was where he stopped.
Enough to think the contract marriage might not be dull.
He was always like this.
No matter how many women approached him,
his heart refused to move—
as if nailed firmly in place.
Even he found it frustrating.
As he looked at her, he found himself once again thinking of someone who never returned from Paris.
Ma Do-sil.
A woman trying to use him.
Then again—
he could use her too.
“Ms. Ma Do-sil.
Attend your bridal lessons properly and wait.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?
You’re doing it?
The contract marriage?”
Go-jun smiled faintly.
A man who never gave answers easily.
A fox through and through.
Her grandmother used to say:
Stay far away from men who are clever as foxes and smile too easily.
As if the man who’d just kissed her obscenely was a different person entirely, Go-jun spoke calmly—businesslike to the extreme.
“I have an urgent matter.
I don’t have time to talk further.
We’ll meet again.
Your driver is here, right?”
His tone was so cold and professional that she found herself answering like a subordinate.
“Yes. I have a secretary who drives.”
The moment she finished speaking, he turned away.
Damn it.
He even held the emergency exit door open for her.
Ordinarily, kindness felt warm.
But his felt like mockery—
a cold sneer wrapped in manners.
As though the word immature were carved into his eyes.
She walked through the door he held, spine straight.
Why did being swept up by this man feel so humiliating?
Defiance crept up inside her.
She spun around abruptly to face him, lifting her chin proudly to meet his gaze.
“That kiss?
It wasn’t all that great for me either.
You’re not that sexy yourself, so don’t be so picky.”
She didn’t wait to see his expression.
She ran.
Maybe he’d be dumbfounded.
Maybe amused.
Maybe dismissive.
But she needed to throw it at him—
even if it was a lie.
Because the way he looked at her after the kiss—
so trivial, so dismissive—
left her feeling crushed and small.
Running away was cowardly.
But it was all she could do.
***
She climbed into the passenger seat of the luxury foreign car—the same one Chairman Lee had driven into the peach orchard.
Click.
Yoo-seon, seated in the driver’s seat and fiddling with her phone, looked up in surprise.
“Oh? You’re done early.
That was quicker than expected.”
How could she possibly explain what had just happened?
That Go-jun had looked at her like a foolish child.
That she’d provoked him into a kiss.
That she’d embarrassed herself beyond redemption.
She answered awkwardly.
“Yeah. It just… ended up that way.”
“Weren’t you scheduled for a full course?
You should’ve taken longer.
Did the conversation go well?”
“Well… more or less.”
Her evasiveness was obvious.
Yoo-seon pressed on carefully.
“The elders already agreed.
As long as neither of you objected,
it should’ve proceeded smoothly.”
He looked disgusted the whole time, she thought.
And now… the outcome’s completely unclear.
“I made it clear I want to get married.
Whether it works or not…
I guess he’ll 연락 me.”
Yoo-seon needed something concrete to report.
“Did you make any mistakes?”
“Mistakes?
What kind of mistakes?”
“Your dialect, for one.
The chairman warned you about that.
Or did he learn about your grandmother?
Or your life before coming to the estate?”
The dialect was already out.
And if he’d overheard any phone calls, he might’ve noticed her grandmother.
She sighed.
“You mean… did he find out I was just a country girl
growing peaches in some rural village?
I didn’t even say the word ‘peach.’
I only mentioned bridal lessons.
And he laughed.”
“Laughed…?
Well, with his personality,
‘bridal lessons’ probably sounded ridiculous.
He’s the type who built his success on skill and effort alone—
completely outside his family’s influence.
He likely pegged you as a spoiled upper-class girl.”
