The kissing, given and received, became increasingly intense. The sound of footsteps in the corridor echoed, and the warmth of their embrace seemed to ignite like a blazing pit.
Wooyeon’s hand, pressing the passcode for the entrance door, was hasty.
Playfully, Taekyung forcefully pulled her waist from behind. Because of this, she pressed the wrong number, and the code got tangled as it was.
“Ugh.”
“You have to press it properly.”
Seeing him scold her without missing an opportunity, Wooyeon laughed inwardly.
She sensed his intention to scold her again for bringing up the fact that she had hidden the news of her promotion.
“Because the chairman holds on so tightly, I pressed the wrong number.”
“What did I do?”
Taekyung loosened the hand wrapped around her waist. At this moment, Wooyeon reached out to press the passcode against the door lock again.
“Turn your head.”
He warned shortly. Trying to press the twelve digits to prevent Taekyung from noticing the last six, which were the actual passcode.
Anyway, as long as the last six digits matched, it didn’t matter how she pressed them; the door would open.
Pressing six random numbers and reaching out to press the actual six-digit passcode, when Taekyung attached his lips to the nape of her neck. Excitement surged through the bunched warmth.
So, should we quickly open the door and go in?
That was the intention, but Taekyung, who embraced Wooyeon from behind, held her fingers tightly as if they were his own.
3.7.0.1.4.2.
Wooyeon’s hand pressed the code, but it was solely Taekyung’s will that moved that hand.
The entrance door opened, and while Wooyeon stood frozen, Taekyung slowly pushed her from behind, embracing her as they entered together.
She shivered.
The six-number passcode was a combination Wooyeon had randomly created without any meaning.
Even though she had pressed the passcode several times in front of Taekyung before, she never once thought he would remember it.
Turning her head, Wooyeon looked up at Taekyung. He touched her cheek with a serene gaze.
“How did you know?”
“Eyes are faster than hands.”
“…”
“Don’t worry. I won’t press Yun Wooyeon’s home passcode with my own hands. If you’re worried, change it.”
“…”
“Let’s finish what we started.”
With an impulsive gaze, Taekyung kissed her lips again. Passing through the living room to the bedroom, he stimulated Wooyeon with a touch slower than his eyes.
A silent pleasure overwhelmed her.
From head to toe, Taekyung’s conquering desire pierced through and passed Wooyeon.
Outside, it was winter, but it was a hotter night than any other.
Wooyeon kept forgetting the season.
When she opened her eyes, Taekyung was not beside her. Feeling the dawn beyond the window, Wooyeon put on a robe that flowed down to her knees.
Carefully tying the straps to avoid exposing her body, she came out to the living room.
He was sitting at the table where Wooyeon usually drinks tea every morning, looking at documents. Leaning against the wall at an angle, she lightly knocked on the door twice.
“Are you working?”
He glanced at Wooyeon, gesturing with his eyes. Instead of standing there, come here and sit on my lap. Wooyeon shook her head.
“No, I don’t intend to disturb you. Since I just woke up, I’ll continue working. I’ll just see your face and leave.”
Crawling up to her, Taekyung embraced her, placing her on his lap.
It felt good because there seemed to be nothing passing through this man. Wooyeon, who glanced at the documents he was looking at, asked as she crossed her head.
“When are you going to the United States again?”
“Early the day after tomorrow.”
“Yeah. It seems like you’re getting busier day by day, Chairman.”
“So, are you upset?”
“…”
“Should I not go?”
At those words, Wooyeon chuckled lightly. Although he asked if he should not go, it didn’t mean she wouldn’t go even if he told her not to. It just felt so fox-like to ask so persistently.
His gaze was dangerously precise, like walking a tightrope. His eyes were so clear, yet the overall atmosphere surrounding Taekyung always conveyed an overwhelming force that suppressed people.
Maybe it was a sense of intimidation, or perhaps it was a sense of superiority that quickly made the other person feel small; she didn’t know.
Without exchanging glances, Wooyeon hurriedly avoided his gaze.
“No, have a safe trip.”
“Will you wait?”
He touched Wooyeon’s cheek. Playing with it like kneading dough, he soon pressed his lips there as if it were lovely.
“I’ll wait quietly.”
Don’t make trouble for me again. With a whisper to stay quiet, Taekyung lifted Wooyeon onto the table.
The documents he was looking at wrinkled, and the table squeaked continuously.
Until morning, he didn’t let go of Wooyeon for a moment.
Regarding the inheritance issue of the mother, Taekyung had to go to the United States several times.
In addition to handing over some shares of a famous mountain, the mother, who was usually interested in social service, tried to donate a large sum to a children’s foundation.
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.
