A Relationship of Convenience - Chapter 30
It’s been over 5 years now. Something that could be called lingering attachment or regret wouldn’t let go of that moment.
Da Hae shrugged her shoulders as if trying to convey that her question had been asked casually.
“Well, I’m not trying to nitpick now, but I was curious. If it was a tactic to pass even a shred of guilt onto the woman. If you were a fisherman putting out bait and reeling in those who bite. Or if not that… perhaps telling me to contact you if anything unfortunate happened…”
“Stop.”
The man who cut her off rested his arms on his knees and lowered his head between them. A heavy sigh like a lament poured out.
After staying that way for a moment, he slowly brushed back his disheveled hair.
With a complicated expression, the man held back his words.
He seemed devastated at how low she thought of him, yet also somewhat acknowledging that such hypotheses were quite possible given the situation.
The things mentioned earlier were thoughts from before meeting Kang Jae Kyung again; now she knows he’s not that kind of person.
The silence stretched on for quite a while.
“It’s difficult to explain right now…”
“It’s fine, it’s fine. I don’t need to hear it.”
As soon as she heard the eventful beginning, Da Hae waved her hand declining an answer, but her wrist was enveloped by a large hand.
The thick fingers gently caressed the delicate wrist in his grasp.
You may not believe it but… His low voice trailed off as his downcast eyes slowly rose.
“Since then. I’ve never forgotten even once.”
The dark brown eyes that met his deep black ones trembled slightly.
Neither broke their steady gaze first.
An earnest look with no trace of falsehood. What was reflected in it was a tender emotion like fondness or wistfulness.
How much time had passed? Da Hae opened her drowsy eyelids heavy with alcohol and slowly reached out her hand.
As her fingertips touched Jae Kyung’s cheek, the man’s grip on her wrist tightened.
“Mr. Kang Jae Kyung with many stories.”
“…”
“I’ll believe you. We’re on the same side after all.”
Her clear voice tickled his ear. Her flushed face smiled unguardedly. The man’s eyes looking at her grew unfathomably deep.
Whatever the intention, it was a clear signal. A signal from the lady to Mr. Jae Kyung who was prepared for anything.
It took only an instant for Jae Kyung, who had been teetering on the edge of reason, to let go of that thread.
Without warning, the man moved closer, gripping her slender shoulders firmly as he toppled over.
Her waist, encircled by his other hand, fell steadily onto the sofa.
The soft cushion against her back. Before Da Hae could even take a surprised breath, with her gaze completely dominated by the man, his lips overtook her in hot breath.
As the warm, soft sensation washed over her, her heart pounded violently.
The heat rising up to her neck was unbearably foreign, making her feel strange.
Unable to endure any longer, Da Hae pushed hard against his chest where her hand had been awkwardly resting.
The man seemed to withdraw obligingly after resisting a bit longer, but then captured her lips several more times.
“…Ka… Kang Jae… oh, um…”
Literally at a loss for words, Da Hae barely managed to raise her arm to push his face away and catch her breath. Even then, he remained tantalizingly close.
His lowered eyes stared intently at Da Hae’s flushed face. It was an extremely stimulating and provocative gaze.
“…I.”
His voice uttering those two syllables was laden with heated breath.
It didn’t seem to be because of the alcohol. Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would leap out of her mouth, making it difficult to look directly at the face right in front of her.
Her efforts to regain composure in that brief moment were in vain.
“I might bother you a lot from now on.”
His voice, now quite breathless, whispered like a sigh. The corners of his mouth sliding up in a slight curve were marvelously handsome.
As her eyes, clearly showing signs of tension, could only stare, his reddened lips pressed long against the bridge of her nose, then slowly parted with a soft sound.
“Deal with it. You’re the one who crossed the line.”
With those words spoken in a voice that tickled her nose, cool breath immediately rushed in and collided.
This time, Da Hae didn’t resist. She didn’t want to.
Her two hands that had been gripping his sturdy shoulders fumbled to find their place. Eventually, her slender arms wrapped around the back of the man’s neck.
Like Da Hae’s ambition to stay up late, that night when they couldn’t fall asleep for a long time was especially deep, and intense. And long.
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The dim light of dawn seeped through the slightly open door.
Inside the blinds that blocked out the busy outside world, it was dark and cozy.
As she forced open her eyelids that wouldn’t easily lift, her thick eyelashes fluttered. Her clenched fist rubbed the corner of her eye.
Ah… my head. Her sunken consciousness slowly rose. A hangover headache blurred her vision.
As if to prove the long night, the muscles forming her waist and hips all ached, so Da Hae covered her barely opened eyelids again.
Pitch-black darkness where neither time nor shape could be grasped. Kang Jae Kyung’s presence overpowering that.
As soon as her mind cleared, the memory from a few hours ago revived, raising Da Hae’s temperature. Her nape instantly flushed hot.
Even as she was being moved from the sofa to the bedroom, the man never took his eyes off her.
That fiercely craving gaze was dizzying to recall even now. And thrilling.
Because her vision was dominated by darkness, the sensation of her body entwined with the man’s became even more acutely alive.
Through her turned back, she could clearly feel the firmly split muscles of the taut upper body pressed against her without a gap.
The bare skin touching with nothing in between made the texture even more vivid.
The heavy arm nestled below her ear was just the right hardness to support her neck.
She had tried many ergonomically designed pillows before, but this was her first time with a real human pillow. So this is why people use arm pillows, she thought.
Another arm passing deep under her armpit firmly curved around her waist buried in the sheets.
Even the rhythmic breath falling on top of her head became conscious.
She needed to go to work. For that, she had to wake the man.
Not having decided what first words to say when he opened his eyes, her movements became cautious.
Her head was complicated, unable to define even her own emotions about what thoughts led to this act, but there was a separate issue that couldn’t even be compared to that.
The older woman of Kang Jae Kyung’s that she had overlooked, or rather pretended to overlook.
That unforgettable name. Choi Ae Jung.
Despite talk of contracts and such, she had essentially stolen another woman’s man and even spent the night with him.
Beastly Kye Da Hae…
“Haa…”
A sigh finally escaped her lips. The throbbing headache wasn’t just from the whiskey.
Da Hae wanted to get out and think first.
Escaping this embrace was the urgent priority. She swallowed dry saliva like a ritual.
Her hands carefully approached and gently grasped the man’s arm wrapped around her waist. It was to remove it.
The more she tried, the large hand showed no signs of letting go and wrapped around her even more tightly. After two attempts, her fingers finally gave up and went limp.
“…You’re awake, aren’t you.”
“Mm.”
Somehow.
“Let me go. I have to go to work.”
“Don’t want to.”
The mumbling in a sleep-laden voice sounded so much like whining that the corners of her colorless lips twitched upwards.
It was a stark contrast to the decadent voice that had been whispering lewd words with sticky breath just hours ago.
After pondering for a moment, Da Hae came up with a clever idea.
“I’m hungry.”
Appealing with hunger. Since he was a man who took food seriously.
As if the strategy worked, the arm wrapped around her waist loosened. Thinking he was simpler than expected, she tried to slip away, but.
“Ah, open up.”
“…Ah? Ah…”
As she opened her lips without suspicion, something long and thick suddenly entered through the gap.
Judging by the thumb pressed against her cheek, the thing in her mouth was presumed to be his index finger.
Laughter poured down from above her head.
As if thoroughly enjoying his own childish behavior, even his body pressed against her back shook greatly.
…How old are you, really.
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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