With tears shed together, their lips were moist.

Perhaps exchanging words of love made the kisses even sweeter.

Regretting any moment apart, Sarang clung to Dohan’s neck as if hanging on for dear life.

He, too, unwilling to allow the slightest gap, pressed his lips firmly.

Sarang felt her heart pounding painfully. Whether it was rising intoxication or confusion, her mind was hazy.

When it felt like she might pass out due to lack of breath, Dohan momentarily released his lips.

As the warmth disappeared from Sarang’s wet lips, they quickly turned cold.

Even if she couldn’t breathe, the desire to continue kissing him was intense.

However, he just gazed at her in silence.

About to ask why he was doing this, he spoke first.

“Now, can we?”

Contrary to the cautious tone, Dohan’s gaze sparkled like a wild beast.

Sarang’s heart fluttered at his sincerity.

She willingly nodded, and if he hadn’t spoken first, she might have pleaded for him to hold her.

From the moment they shared a kiss secretly on the third floor after escaping the dinner, Sarang had been wanting more.

Strangely, kisses alone were not enough today. Her heart remained unfulfilled.

“Don’t be scared. I’ll take it slow.”

“I’m not scared.”

Unlike the last time when she was anxious despite firm determination, it wasn’t the case now.

It felt slightly more exciting than she had expected.

Dohan caressed Sarang’s waist, gradually moving his hand upward.

He seemed to be finding a way not to startle her, wanting to touch her directly through the slip.

When his hand stopped in one place, Sarang held her breath.

“Don’t say you’re not scared.”

For a moment, Dohan smiled as if teasing her with a gaze that seemed to shake.

“I-It tickles.”

“You haven’t been touched properly yet.”

He lowered his head to Sarang again.

Upon this, Sarang’s body stiffened even more.

Sensing it might not be right, Dohan momentarily sat up.

Then, he unbuttoned his shirt himself.

Watching him as he removed the shirt, Sarang unconsciously swallowed her saliva.

Having undone the last button, he tossed the shirt onto the floor.

Every time she saw him at the company, she thought suits suited him well, and there was a reason for that.

Proving exceptional attention to exercise, his muscles were beautifully defined.

The moderately tanned skin made him even more attractive.

She couldn’t look away, but staring at him continuously was embarrassing. As she tried to avert her gaze, Dohan lifted Sarang.

Guided by his hand, she sat facing him, and their closeness startled her.

“You touch me too.”

“Me?”

Sarang was surprised and raised her head abruptly.

“That way, it’ll be less ticklish.”

Her hand, guided by his, rested on his smooth chest.

His lips met hers again, and Sarang had no time to be amazed.
As if there would be no stopping now, his breath grew heavier.

Unbeknownst to her, Sarang involuntarily twitched her hand resting on Dohan’s chest.

Due to that, she could feel his firm flesh.

A moment of unknown excitement surged.

Her body, sensitive to unfamiliar touches, was less ticklish, as he had said.

It seemed like his attention was diverted elsewhere.

The issue arose as the kisses became more intense, making it feel like his body was responding rather than her hand.

Though a reflexive action, his heavy breathing indicated another form of pleasure for him.

Lips that seemed never to part slightly separated.

“I can’t keep the promise.”

Observing him utter those difficult words, shrouded in a gaze filled with desire, Sarang felt perplexed.

She couldn’t recall what promise they had made.

“It’s not going to be slow.”

Only now did she understand the meaning, leaving her bewildered.

With the anticipation that her chest might explode from the kisses alone, she belatedly became frightened of how forcefully he might push her.

The only consolation was that she wasn’t just scared but also curious and excited about the upcoming scenes, like watching a horror movie with a trembling heart.

She wanted to know him more deeply.

“I don’t think I can either.”

She was just as impatient.

She desperately wanted to be loved by this man and feel how much he loved her.

Her sincere emotions flushed her face, and Dohan’s gaze wavered.

The one who seemed intoxicated was him, not Sarang.

Dohan was falling for Sarang so deeply that he couldn’t regain his composure.

It had been a long time since he forgot the promise to take it slow. Despite anticipating he might not keep it, he had apologized in advance. But the tremendous response he received was unexpected.

That she felt the same way was a relief.

Dohan was overjoyed but cautious about whether he could embrace her fully.

“I didn’t mean to say that lightly.”

“…Then let’s pretend you didn’t hear it.”

Feeling she might have been too honest, Sarang mumbled quietly, but he silenced her by swallowing her lips in a single breath.

Her surprised eyes widened as if about to overflow with astonishment.

“You have to take responsibility for what you said.”

“Re-responsibility?”

“It means you can’t be slow either.”

“T-That…”