He released Dajeong’s chin, threw his suit jacket onto the floor, and, still fixing his gaze on Dajeong’s face, used minimal movements to unbutton his watch and cufflinks, tossing them to the ground.
“No. I just yawned.”
Dajeong denied with an effort, raising her hand. But the man easily saw through her small lie, narrowed his eyes, and spoke.
“I need an explanation.”
“…Did you intentionally summon me here?”
Blurry-eyed Dajeong lifted her gaze to meet Jaeho’s. As expected, the conclusion was that she couldn’t say those words. It was a contradiction to force genuine feelings on him after preparing to end it already.
I probably hid my feelings adequately, and you probably did the same.
“I have something I want to ask.”
“Yeah.”
“…Do you, by any chance, have nothing to say to me?”
The one word she barely managed to utter was undeniably miserable.
The unwavering gaze of the man swept through every corner of her face. Why does he look at me like that? What does he want to find? Before revealing the horribly stuck lingering affection, Dajeong lifted the corners of her mouth.
“…No.”
“Ah.”
“Is there anything you want to hear?”
“Just checking if there’s something to hide.”
The man let out a wry laugh. He hadn’t even entered the fan cafe after being with her, so he had no way of understanding her agony.
“Hiding would be Yoon Dajeong’s job. Why did you cry?”
Meeting a man who you could only briefly encounter once in a lifetime was like a fortune that might come or not come at all. So, I thought my life was like a brief spring. I didn’t want to shatter that precious delusion.
“…Being alone was a bit scary.”
Approaching closely, the man, whose breath tickled, kissed her lips.
“You cried because I wasn’t there.”
“…”
“I’m a pervert, aren’t I, Miss Yoon Dajeong?”
Why does that sound so appealing?
The man laughed heartily at his own absence being the reason for her fear. In the face of the man’s shameless confidence, her heart pounded in embarrassment.
“Then how about crying in front of me now?”
The man slowly unbuttoned his shirt, saying that.
“You’re good at it. Crying beautifully.”
“…”
“By any chance, are you tired?”
While saying that, he added that he would make sure she wouldn’t be alone anymore. There wouldn’t be anything to be afraid of. He would protect her. Stay by her side.
Dajeong’s eyes became blurred. If he returned to his main job, he would become so busy that he might not even be able to sleep. Knowing better than anyone how murderous his schedule, including local shoots and overseas locations, could be.
Not only that, but it might become difficult to see him even once a week. She hadn’t expected to meet him every day when she thought about staying a bit longer by his side.
He lied without much guilt.
“Mr. Jaeho must be tired. You probably drove for a long time…”
Dajeong evaded and rejected. However, the man, shirt now completely off, rushed in, burying his head in her neck. A warm breath poured out.
He skillfully manipulated his body, which he had perfectly tamed to the point of being unbelievable. As he sought the ticklish spots to make her moan without any counterargument, her body, gradually warming up, made even that thought crumble.
His body moved as he intended, and as her body became hotter, even that thought dissipated. Dajeong eventually gritted her teeth, gripping his hair and letting out a muffled sigh.
Like handling a toy, his skillful hands roamed her body.
Dajeong, feeling dizzy from the sensational touch, reluctantly opened her mouth.
“Ah, Mr. Jaeho. Wait… by any chance, how many women have you been with?”
The breath pouring onto the softest skin felt as hot as lava. Dajeong gripped the bedsheet, suppressing the burst of sighs. Behind the voice she struggled to control, the man, as if already aware of the excitement beneath, chuckled softly.
“Why hold back when you can make sounds so well?”
“During that time… how many women…”
“It’s my first time.”
Then, with the momentum to burn away all the useless thoughts tightly packed in Dajeong’s head, an intense pleasure was unleashed. The brain evaporated into whiteness.
The hand gripping the sheet lost its strength. Eventually, Dajeong sobbed.
“Why ask the obvious.”
In the midst of the chaotic act, the voice regarding the topic being poured out was as neat as it could be, almost unbelievable. Embarrassed by her heavily reddened and disheveled appearance, Dajeong curled up. Then, he laughed, suppressing her with ease.
“I’m Yoon Dajeong’s first time too.”
The pleasure surged to the point where nothing more could be done. Dajeong could no longer hold back the moans, and her body, which seemed to swell as if it would burst, finally trembled.
So easily, in less than ten minutes, claiming it was his first time while not even completely undressing the woman.
If there hadn’t been a document envelope. Would she have believed it? These words.
Pleasure lingered in her body like pain for a long time.
“I’ll go wash up for the rest. Just wait a little longer for the burning desire.”
Continuing the soft kisses to ensure Dajeong felt the climax thoroughly, he said, “Sorry. Sleep when the sun rises. I won’t be able to put you to sleep easily tonight.”
“No, no. Wait…”
Dajeong, who stopped Jaeho trying to get up, looked at him with eyes still filled with tears.
“I have something to say.”
“…Yeah. Go ahead.”
With excitement already making him hot, he asked while trying hard to contain the desire that had swelled up threateningly.
Ah.
Dajeong briefly looked at that place before turning her gaze away. Nevertheless, she eventually opened her mouth.
“Someone is watching us. It seems like they caught Jaeho being with a woman here.”
Jaeho sighed briefly as he looked at Dajeong, who was speaking while covered in numerous red marks he had left. Fortunately, she hadn’t swallowed them.
“It could be a reporter, or maybe a tail…”
How did Dajeong notice?
Moreover, Director Jung had reported through the guards he hired. Suspicious individuals were circling the residence. An immediate investigation was ordered, so they would probably be moving. It wouldn’t take them long to find out who was behind it.
“I’m worried about Mr. Jaeho’s safety.”
So, did she cry?
“How did you know, Miss Yoon Dajeong?”
“…I saw someone lurking around.”
Anxiety was evident in her shaking eyes. Jaeho embraced Dajeong’s shoulders and comforted her.
“I’ll take care of it.”
Dajeong was too adorable, and he couldn’t endure it any longer.
“So everything’s okay. Just trust me.”
Jaeho gently separated from Dajeong, saying the long night was waiting.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
