The moonlight that visited the night illuminated the disheveled man and woman. The shell that had embraced each other had long been thrown away. On the bed, Cha Taekyung was, as always, fierce.
A hungry beast.
More than ten hours might have made him even fiercer.
“……!”
A fiery pain erupted. The connection with Taekyung, boiling inside her, drove her mad.
“Look at me.”
“……. ”
“I said, look at me.”
Nevertheless, Yeon covered her face with Taekyung’s chest. Just his warmth spreading inside her had already made her lose half of her consciousness.
Due to the surging sensations, her whole body tingled. In the languid time swirling in like magic, they soon spiraled into deep pleasure.
Yeon wrapped her hand around Taekyung’s shoulder, swallowing her scream.
They were drenched in sweat, to the point where their hair was soaked.
The process of grappling, lips touching, entwining with each other was quite messy.
Although they had imagined tearing each other apart since they held hands in the car, when the time came, the two went beyond that.
After flying for more than five hours, they had what they wanted. Simultaneously, they both had what they desired.
It was a connection that filled each other’s empty spaces. This night was too hot.
“Ms. Yoon Woo-yeon. Are you okay?”
When she felt it was difficult to breathe, Taekyung asked. Yeon felt a shiver in his cold and dry voice.
He was always like this.
It seemed like he was asking if it was difficult, and whether she answered or not, the result wouldn’t change.
The more calmly he asked, the more Yeon had to handle afterward.
“Are you not going to answer?”
“……. ”
“I asked if it’s difficult for me.”
In an instant, he pulled Yeon into his arms with his back pressed against hers.
At the intimate sound spreading behind her, Yeon turned her head to the side.
“Oh, no.”
“Will you cry again today?”
No. I won’t cry.
Even though she turned her head to the side again this time, she couldn’t be sure.
Whenever she thought this was the peak, undoubtedly the climax, Cha Taekyung always took her to a higher place.
Yes, it’s beautiful. He whispered softly, pulling Yeon even tighter.
Intense pain surged.
Squeezing, swallowing, scratching his shoulders several times.
Still, she didn’t cry today.
Around dawn, Yeon, who had dozed off and was rubbing her forehead at the ticklish sensation, barely opened her eyes.
Sitting at the head of the bed, she met the affectionate gaze of Taekyung, looking at her with loving eyes.
She was confused whether what was pouring over her cheek was starlight or his gaze.
“……De, Deartoonyim?”
The voice that came out in her half-asleep state wasn’t clear. Her chest rose and fell heavily with each breath.
“A mess.”
He said as he pulled up the blanket halfway. Yeon blinked at his words, not fully understanding his story.
“……Uh?”
Wiping her cheek, he ran his hand through her hair and spoke again.
“I didn’t want to hurt you this much.”
“……. ”
“When I see Ms. Yoon Woo-yeon, it’s challenging to control myself. It’s not easy to restrain me.”
His voice, touching her ears, was soft. Like fig jam spread on bread, it was soft and gave a non-sweet but sour sensation.
Yeon lightly grasped Taekyung’s wrist as he touched her.
Even though she knew it was a sleep-talk, she also included pure sincerity.
The warmth when their eyes met, lips touched, and they had what they wanted.
It was truly too good.
“It hurt… but… I liked it.”
“How much?”
“…Huh?”
“How much did you like it?”
Yeon let out a laughter.
Now that sleep had completely gone, only the man, like a shadow brought by the dawn moonlight, completely filled her gaze.
“How can I explain that with words?”
“But still, try to explain. How much did you like it?”
“…”
“I want to hear everything.”
Taekyung took off his T-shirt and climbed over Yeon’s body. His actions were as straightforward and clear as always, without any unnecessary details.
“I hope Ms. Yoon Woo-yeon depends on me, relies on me for everything.”
“…”
“If I’m not here, I’d rather be a fool who can’t do anything.”
“I can’t do that.”
“Why? Because I have a bad temper?”
Yeon chuckled.
“Yes, that’s right.”
He seemed to be laughing too. He tickled around her belly button, which he held.
“Oh, Representative. It tickles.”
“I wanted to see you all the time for more than ten days.”
“…”
“I wondered when you would call me, but you seemed more patient than I thought, got angry in the middle, and…”
“Did you get angry?”
“But I expected it.”
“Why? Why did you think that way?”
Their locked gazes were intense. They pushed away the cold dawn air, filling the gap with each other’s breath.
His hand precisely touched the center of Yeon’s cheek.
“Yoon Woo-yeon fell for me.”
“…”
He lifted the blanket and entered it with Yeon.
“Re, Representative!”
Yeon urgently called Taekyung. He didn’t properly wash since arriving in Singapore, and he smelled bad after sharing a bed with him, so it was likely to be unpleasant.
“P, please don’t.”
After Being Cheated On, She Picked Up a Treasure (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: The husband I married on a whim had been secretly in love with me for a long time.
On the day when Jun Shao finally obtained the imperial decree for her marriage, Lan Qu, the person she had admired for six years, defied the decree and ran away.
Her gentleness and devotion, her promise of a lifetime together, were all disregarded by him. Instead, he dreamed of entering the palace to serve the Emperor’s sister as a sixth-rank attendant.
News of this incident spread throughout the capital, and the alleys in front of and behind the Lan mansion were crowded with people who came to watch the commotion.
Jun Shao should have been embarrassed and angry.
But someone stepped in to protect her dignity.
The figure was in a miserable state, yet still possessed an undeniable elegance and handsomeness.
The young lord struggled to climb the wall of the Lan mansion and shouted to her, “If he won’t marry you, I will!”
So, Jun Shao took advantage of the situation and married the person.
She thought the young lord did it to save the Lan family from the crime of defying the imperial decree, but never imagined that from beginning to end, what he coveted was her.
*
After the wedding, Jun Shao felt like she was living in a dream.
Her Wife-master was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, skilled in the six arts, well-versed in poetry and literature, capable of being gentle and attentive, and also grand and dignified. Most importantly, she was the only one in his heart and eyes.
Jun Shao didn’t know how Lan Shiwu, as a illegitimate son without a father and blessed with beauty, had managed to preserve his purity, recklessly escape, and use his last ounce of strength to ruin his own reputation, all because of his love for her, just to stand before her.
She could only see him gazing at her with eyes full of love, and when she bestowed a name upon him, his eyes shone like stars.
“You have come to me like a weary bird perching on a branch. I shall call you A Qi.”
