Is this person exercising to intimidate me? There have been several nights, but today he seemed even larger. Soeun unconsciously moved her hips back. Taejun grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to him. Just like the raindrops I saw all afternoon yesterday, kisses poured out in various ways.

Lips touched, clothes were pulled, and lips touched again in that place. Lips tickled, hands moved briskly. Breath rushed through her whole body. Soeun, who had been absent-minded from the beginning, belatedly realized one important fact.

“Oh, Mr. Lee.”

“…”

“This seems a bit bright, doesn’t it?”

Soeun said urgently. The low bedside lamp was creating shadows on his face.

The slightly irritating predatory gaze flashed before the prey could be dismantled.

Casually throwing a glance with the bedside lamp, he soon turned his head again.

“It’s okay. Do it like this.”

It was a straightforward statement of power. It meant there was no choice. You said to go first, so you have to tolerate this much, his pupils seemed to make a sound.

Startled, Soeun wriggled. The weight that was difficult to bear pressed on her lower body. He, who pressed his body against her, reassured her.

“It’s okay.”

“…”

“It’s really okay.”

It was a kind voice that felt like a blatant lie with tremendous power. Really okay and really doesn’t matter.

In the gap where the lips fell, she tried to say something, but she couldn’t make words. Is it really okay? Now that the surgical wound has completely healed, only urinary incontinence remains unseen?

Just by not saying anything, like this, showing myself to this extent, wouldn’t it be okay? Although I thought I wanted to give everything, I had actually been selfishly taking care of my desires like a leech. If he was okay, it seemed okay, and if he wanted, I wanted to do it.

Is it really okay? Is my body really okay?

Although he said it was what he wanted, it was actually an overlapping desire with hers.

Look at me. Look at me without looking at my wounds.

Before something started, Taehoon felt sorry for her, but he stubbornly kept the fire lit.

This time, there was no intention to yield. It was for her. He wanted to check her face and body. To continue the relationship, they couldn’t keep fumbling in the darkness like that. It would have been better if it were brighter, but Taejun thought that was an appropriate compromise.

But in the end, it seemed to be his own desire.
Even under the low lighting, she was tearfully beautiful. Unprepared exclamations of admiration kept bursting out. Her face, which kept blushing, prevented the excitement from settling down. Although she whined as if she had lost control, it was always Taejun who was irresistible. The time that was fiercely determined to be just once kept getting longer.

While Soeun was showering, Taejun went to another bathroom, showered, and came back.

Rather than lying down next to Soeun, who had already taken her place on the bed, Taejun, who had been watching her from a distance, came up on the bed and sat her on his lap.

Since there had been times when he had covered Soeun who had just come out of the shower, Soeun tensed reflexively.

His shoulders, which had turned to exercising for two hours after enjoying chin-ups, were large enough to envelop Soeun. The faint scent of soap spreading behind him seemed to awaken fatigue.

The hand that reached from behind wrapped around her hand and gently stroked it before moving up to tickle her chin.

“Which part of me do you like so much?”

Soeun, who knew how skillful his hand was, was surprised every time his fingertips moved like tracing her lips.

In the meantime, she had to answer.

Face, body, height, wealth, strength, and even his somewhat difficult personality—she hesitated on what to say, preventing her from mentioning everything. Even though she knew that this man just enjoyed her hesitation, still, sincere Soeun wanted to give him a good answer, like a gift.

The moment I fell for this man again. Oh.

“I’ve fallen for a man’s handwriting before.”

Remembering one day when she saw his memo on that morning she was carried by Taejun to take over the bed, Soeun spoke excitedly.

“There are many men with beautiful handwriting, but it’s not common. Whether it’s naturally pretty handwriting, or whether he wrote a lot to get that way, or whether he made that much effort to write like that, whatever the reason, it was cool, and I fell for it at that time.”

Soeun spoke excitedly after a long time, but Taejun’s reaction was lukewarm.

“Isn’t it about my handwriting, not me?”

“Doesn’t it matter?”

“Then, would you fall for another guy who writes better than me?”

Huh. After coaxing for praise, when he finally gave it, he was like this.

Soeun turned her head to look at Taejun, then raised her hand and stroked his cheek as he had done to her.

“When that happens, just thank me for the compliment. That’s how you do it.”
Along her fingertips, he rolled his eyes and, seizing the opportunity when their lips brushed, he didn’t miss biting her hand. Startled by the unexpected attack, Soeun tried to pull away with a scream, but his grip tightened. Soeun was rendered powerless in his arms. Despite that, there was no explicitness. Soeun felt a happy sense of security, wondering, ‘Why only once today?’ even as she expressed confusion.

While it’s good to passionately ignite the night without restraint, Soeun thought that embracing each other and enjoying pleasant conversation like this was also good.

As they exchanged friendly conversation, Taejun, noticing that Soeun’s lips were dry, went to fetch some water.

Drip, drip.

In the meantime, Soeun, thinking it was a message on her phone, reached out and saw the name that flashed on Taejun’s phone screen next to hers, and her expression stiffened.

The name was ‘Choi Hyeonji.’