My Sweet Enemy (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 6
As far as Nok Hyeon remembered, Tae In had always hated physical affection intensely.
Even at their wedding, when they shared a brief kiss, Tae In had stiffened completely and only trembled slightly at the shoulders.
So Nok Hyeon had intended just to press their lips together for a moment and pull away.
But the instant their lips parted, Nok Hyeon realized—it hadn’t been the right approach.
Tae In’s eyes, gazing back at Nok Hyeon, sparkled brightly.
The moment Nok Hyeon noticed that, their lips met again.
Unlike before, Tae In showed no fear or attempt to pull away; instead, they held onto Nok Hyeon’s shoulders and kissed deeply.
Though clumsy, the desire to connect was palpable.
Nok Hyeon sighed inwardly.
It now seemed foolish to even compare Tae In to how they used to be.
Perhaps this was the real Tae In all along.
Tae In had lived an intensely repressed life, having nearly died multiple times—an environment that inevitably made them accustomed to hiding who they truly were.
Nok Hyeon kissed Tae In more deeply.
What had started as a test kiss had long since forgotten its original purpose.
Nok Hyeon gently parted Tae In’s lips and slipped inside.
Tae In’s mouth was astonishingly soft and sweet.
With one hand cradling Tae In’s slender, pale neck, Nok Hyeon ventured further in.
Just then, Tae In pushed Nok Hyeon’s shoulders away. Their face flushed deeply, likely from lack of breath, and they panted heavily before finally parting their plump, swollen lips.
“…I—I just kissed my ideal type!”
Having said that, Tae In fainted.
Watching Tae In sleep soundly, Nok Hyeon frowned.
What on earth had just happened?
It felt like his brain had short-circuited—he couldn’t grasp it at all.
Even as he covered Tae In with a blanket—after they’d kicked it off entirely—Nok Hyeon remained utterly bewildered,
as if struck by lightning.
Nok Hyeon woke to a mischievous hand fondling his chest. Despite its small size, the touch was bold. The hand, which had been gently stroking his skin, gradually drifted downward.
Nok Hyeon, half-awake, stared expressionlessly at the wanton hand before brushing it aside.
This was an awkward situation—especially in the morning.
Frowning at his body’s inconvenient reaction despite his will, Nok Hyeon turned his head away.
He pulled back the blanket, revealing Tae In’s face.
“Don’t pretend you’re asleep.”
Tae In’s eyelids fluttered. Nok Hyeon watched quietly as Tae In hesitated.
Whether they’d missed the perfect moment to open their eyes or the right time to confess, Tae In ultimately kept them shut.
“Then I suppose it’s my turn now.”
Nok Hyeon’s long fingers brushed Tae In’s cheek. The peachy hue deepened.
Just as Tae In had done, Nok Hyeon’s fingers slowly trailed downward.
The dress was too loose, leaving Tae In’s collarbone and neck fully exposed. Nok Hyeon’s hand passed over Tae In’s delicate throat—where they’d just swallowed hard—and rested beneath the collarbone.
The skin was so fair it seemed translucent, and impossibly soft.
As Nok Hyeon’s fingers continued downward, Tae In’s shoulders twitched.
Nok Hyeon was simply curious how long Tae In would keep up the act.
Tae In’s lips even twitched slightly, as if anticipating something. Watching this, Nok Hyeon pinched Tae In’s cheek—the cheek of a mischievous Maltipoo.
“Ow! That hurts!”
Regardless of whether Tae In pouted or not, Nok Hyeon scooped them up. Tae In, who had been desperately keeping their eyes shut, instantly opened them wide in shock.
Before Tae In could even speak, they were dumped into the hallway.
Staring at the firmly closed bedroom door, Tae In sniffed.
“Well, that failed.”
Tae In sat up and pressed an ear to the door. Faint sounds of water could be heard—Nok Hyeon must be showering.
Tae In tried turning the doorknob, but the door was already locked tight.
“…Did he lock it because he thought I’d come in?”
Actually, there was another door inside the bedroom. When Tae In had explored alone before, that door had been locked.
It had felt as though something secret was hidden behind it—that’s why Tae In had insisted on sharing the room, but Nok Hyeon had absolutely refused.
Tae In shook their hands off and headed downstairs.
Exhausted from poor sleep due to a hangover, they felt drained.
The moment they lay down in their own room, the sensation of touching Nok Hyeon came back vividly.
“He must work out hard—what could possibly be lacking?”
Feeling the lingering perfection of that touch, Tae In drifted off to sleep.
Arriving at the office, Nok Hyeon immediately summoned Lee Kyung.
Since Lee Kyung had duties on Nok Hyeon’s schedule today, they hadn’t gone to Gapyeong.
Seeing Lee Kyung’s unusually formal posture, Nok Hyeon felt a sharp headache coming on.
“I told you to watch over them carefully—yet you let them drink?”
Lee Kyung was quick on the uptake. Sensing their superior wasn’t entirely displeased, Lee Kyung spoke up confidently.
“Didn’t you find something odd about them?”
“…”
Nok Hyeon frowned. He’d expected Lee Kyung not to answer directly—but being questioned in return was unexpected.
Lee Kyung continued with a resolute, solemn expression.
“Everything’s intact except their memory of relationships. They’re still just as sharp as ever—never losing an argument, just like before.”
“…So?”
“So I thought—maybe if they got a little drunk, they’d reveal the truth.”
Hearing this, Nok Hyeon recalled Tae In’s lips—still feeling their softness lingering in his memory.
The recollection of their impossibly soft, sweet kiss quickly tightened his chest.
“Did you uncover the truth?”
“I overlooked one thing.”
“What?”
“That I’m an alcohol lightweight.”
Nok Hyeon let out a short sigh. He didn’t need to hear the rest—it was obvious. Lee Kyung had gotten drunk before even seeing if Tae In would.
“Never mind. You may go.”
Lee Kyung bowed and left the managing director’s office.
Alone, Nok Hyeon sank into thought.
It wasn’t a total failure.
The memory loss wasn’t a lie, and for that one brief moment, Tae In had seemed to recognize him—perhaps they’d regain their memories faster than expected.
Then a fragment of memory resurfaced:
“I just kissed my ideal type!”
That reaction—impossible from the old Seo Tae In.
Suddenly, Nok Hyeon realized he’d been thinking about Tae In since dawn.
“God, I’m losing it.”
Maybe he already had.
He’d kissed someone drunk, and since then, his mind kept replaying the moment over and over like a broken record.
Habitually popping a candy into his mouth, Nok Hyeon scoffed.
“It’s not sweet at all.”
He looked down at the red lollipop he always kept nearby—then promptly tossed it into the trash.
Seo residence, Pyeongchang-dong.
In the quiet dining room, only the clinking of dishware could be heard.
A Rin, gripping a spoon far too large for their small hands, picked at their rice and let out a deep sigh.
The family had no idea their seven-year-old child had been locked in their room for days, barely eating.
They simply didn’t care about A Rin—because A Rin resembled Tae In.
“How was that matchmaking meeting last time?”
“Well… I still prefer working. More than getting married.”
Se Ji answered her mother Young Mi with a smile.
“That’s fair, dear. Let’s leave marriage up to the kids’ wishes.”
Tae In’s father—and Se Ji’s adoptive father—replied amiably.
A Rin, struggling with chopsticks to pick up some fried sausage, set them down.
A Rin couldn’t understand it.
It had only been a week since Tae In died, yet no one in the family had mentioned them once.
They weren’t just sad about Tae In’s death—they acted as if Tae In had never existed.
That weekend, the family had gone shopping and played golf at a resort. The only time Tae In’s name came up was when discussing how to divide their assets and stocks.
A Rin tried to eat again, but even their favorite sausage wouldn’t go down.
They picked up their empty bowl and placed it in the sink.
“A good child should clean up after themselves.”
Remembering Tae In’s words, tears welled up—and A Rin quickly ran upstairs to their room.
Wiping away tears that had already started falling, A Rin shook their head.
Even if everyone else forgot Tae In, A Rin vowed never to.
They pulled out a sketchbook they’d shoved into a corner for a while.
Communicating with people was hard—but drawing, A Rin was confident in.
While other kids their age admired fairy-tale princesses, A Rin found Tae In far more magnificent than any princess.
Thinking of Tae In’s face, A Rin began to draw—imagining a bright, joyful smile they’d never actually seen.
“What’s this? Hiding in your room again?”
Se Young, who’d been quiet during the meal, barged in without knocking and complained.
A Rin instinctively clutched the sketchbook.
“Why draw that dead bitch? It’s bad luck.”
Se Young snatched the sketchbook and tore it in half before tossing it aside. A Rin gritted their teeth, trying not to cry again.
“Why, why, why do you keep touch, touching other peo, people’s stuff?”
A Rin shouted with all their might. They didn’t want to stutter—but when emotions ran high, speaking became even harder.
“But you know Seo Tae In’s safe combination, right?”
They meant the safe in Tae In’s room. Most of Tae In’s belongings had already been thrown out or claimed by Se Young—but the safe remained untouched. Maybe something important was inside.
“How would I… know that?”
“With your constant stuttering, it’s impossible to tell if you’re faking nervousness or if that’s just how you talk.”
“You called her a dead bitch, but you still want Tae In’s stuff?”
“What? Being stuck to Seo Tae In must’ve rubbed off on your speech too.”
Se Young flicked A Rin’s forehead with a finger.
A Rin glared back fiercely, determined not to cry. Se Young always took out their frustrations on A Rin—especially after a bad day or losing an argument with Se Ji.
Seeing A Rin stay silent and unyielding, Se Young decided there was nothing more to gain and left the room.
Only then did A Rin collapse onto the bed and wipe away tears.
Indifferent parents and tormenting older sisters.
Yet A Rin had endured—because of Tae In.
Tae In had never hugged A Rin warmly—but they always listened patiently, even through A Rin’s stuttering, always lowered their gaze to meet A Rin’s eyes.
Instead of sweet words, Tae In offered advice that kept A Rin from feeling small—and whenever returning from a business trip, would quietly leave a gift on A Rin’s desk without a word.
A Rin pulled out their phone from the drawer and checked the emails they’d sent to Tae In.
Preferring texts or emails over speaking, A Rin often wrote long, diary-like messages to Tae In.
Though Tae In had never read them, A Rin habitually checked for read receipts—and now their eyes widened in shock.
An email sent after Tae In’s death now showed as read.
“This… this can’t be…”
A Rin rubbed their eyes and looked again at the phone screen.
“But… older sister is dead… isn’t she?”
There was no proof Tae In was alive—but equally, no definitive proof they were dead.
Maybe… just maybe… Tae In was still alive.
A single glimmer of hope sparked in A Rin’s eyes.
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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