It was somewhat miserable, and somewhat painful.
“Since I’ve come this far, I can’t just leave, can I?”
Why can’t you? You can just leave.
A heavy sigh escaped.
Then, suddenly, she wondered if this might be for the better.
Kim Hae-ri, Jin Yoo-hee, Chahyun, Chajesub, Chainwoo.
How dazzling a lineup she encountered today within a single day was beyond her knowledge.
Decadent, yet the pinnacle of splendor—the Lotus Hotel party, the epitome of elegance in the Itaewon Hanju Group’s main house party.
That is Chadoha’s life.
On the contrary, she resides in a dilapidated villa in the factory alley of Seongsu-dong. That is her entire life.
A life where one can hear every detail of the neighbors through poorly soundproofed walls.
Even in such a place, she lay down her frail body with gratitude.
Just reaching that point and daring to stand next to Kim Hae-ri and Jin Yoo-hee, ready to embrace Chadoha, was overly ambitious.
“Why? Would you like to come into our humble home?”
Yeo-eun, who tightened her trembling lips and created a chilly smile, spoke.
“It’s not a place worthy of hosting such a distinguished guest, is it?”
Chadoha would know if he had eyes.
How incongruent she is with him.
Once you realize that, you wouldn’t dare to ask her to share a bed.
Toys are of different grades, after all.
Yeo-eun, who lightly smiled, looked Chadoha straight in the eyes.
“If you’re not surprised, I’ll gladly offer you a cup of coffee.”
After that, she passed him by like a breeze.
Though Chadoha’s scent grazed her nose, shaking her heart momentarily, she deliberately turned away and walked toward the villa.
Her footsteps and Chadoha’s footsteps mingled.
Excitement mixed with discomfort.
A feeling so repulsive that it couldn’t be expressed in words seized the back of her head.
Even now, she fervently wished for him to turn back.
Crossing the parking lot, climbing the stairs.
Time stretched out like taffy until she reached the front of her house.
When she took out the keys from her bag and opened the front door, she thought she heard a faint sigh from behind.
It must be surprising.
Because it’s not a place with a properly attached common lock.
“The owner has a keypad aversion, you know? Well, it’s probably just a way to save money.”
Answering the unasked question, Yeo-eun opened the front door.
Squeak.
Beyond midnight, the friction sound scraping through the quiet villa corridor echoed oddly.
“There’s only instant coffee in this house.”
Without looking back, Yeo-eun went inside and took off her shoes.
As usual, she placed the keys on the shelf next to the front door, turned on the lights, and hurriedly filled the kettle with water.
“It’s the first time anyone’s come to this house. There aren’t many people who know I live here. Even our CEO, who’s my close friend, has never brought anyone here.”
Only after pressing the button on the electric kettle and looking back did Yeo-eun turn to Chadoha.
Entering her humble home, Chadoha appeared taller than usual.
Moving slowly, he carefully surveyed the interior, but his face showed no emotion.
It was a thoroughly Chadoha-like expression.
Extending his long index finger, he tapped the photo on the shelf with his fingertip and then turned his gaze to Yeo-eun.
It was amusing.
This narrow and humble space seemed spacious, as if it were infinitely expanding.
As if a filter were placed on the camera lens, Chadoha’s surroundings looked bright.
It’s the space where she lies down and wakes up every day, yet it felt somewhat unfamiliar.
While she chuckled at this somewhat disappointing feeling, Chadoha slowly approached.
Then, he gestured towards the photo he had been looking at a while ago.
“Oppa?”
The photo was taken in the living room just before leaving the Bangbae-dong house, a family photo.
Though they were about to lose their home, there was a time when there seemed to be a solution, and the expressions of the family were quite bright.
It must be as different as heaven and hell from the present.
“Yes, Oppa.”
“You look a lot like your younger sibling, Oppa.”
“I’ve heard that a lot.”
Yeo-eun, with a faint smile, nodded her head.
At that moment, the alarm indicating that the water in the electric kettle had boiled rang.
“Haven’t you tried instant coffee or something like that?”
Approaching Chadoha, Yeo-eun turned away from him and took a cup from the shelf.
Yeo-eun, who had firmly concentrated the scent of Chadoha on her back, found her hands shaking involuntarily.
With a firm grip, Yeo-eun tore open the coffee bag and poured it into the cup.
“But still, there’s nothing else here….”
For a moment, Chadoha’s chest touched her back.
With both hands grabbing the sink where she stood, he embraced her and whispered while pressing his lips a little closer.
“What is it that you want to show me?”
The warm breath tickled her earlobe.
Chadoha, who pinned her down with his body so she couldn’t move, brought his lips even closer.
“Seo Yeo-eun, you’re amusing. What do you take me for?”
The Villainous Demon Lord Laid an Egg for Her (Female-Dominated)
Several months after transmigrating into a book, Yu Wu found herself facing the demon lord Li You, who could no longer conceal his dragon horns. With one hand on her aching waist and the other gripping a sharp sword, she stared at him.
The demon lord’s eyes were red with fury:
“This is all your doing! Today, I won’t rest until I kill you!”
Yu Wu rubbed her temples. Putting aside the taboo against bloodshed during pregnancy, wasn’t it this very man who willingly walked into her trap that day?!
Warnings:
- Male pregnancy.
- Height ratios are set to mirror typical male-female height proportions.
- Characters include a foot-loving demon lord and an eldest daughter from an immortal family’s concubine lineage.
