Throughout the drive, Seonghyuk, tormented by the impulse to park the car anywhere and embrace Yeongin, urgently pressed her when they entered the house.

Even amidst pure instinct, he did not forget to support the back of her head, fearing Yeongin might hit her head against the wall.

Whether rational or not, the thought that one should not hurt his woman was ingrained in every part of him, with or without his sanity.

“Sunbae… Wait a moment. Let me wash up…”

Even as she weakly pushed him away, the excited man didn’t flinch.

“Later.”

As Yeongin’s legs gave way, trembling, and tears moistened her eyes, Seonghyuk picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.

Only after laying her on the soft bed did Yeongin, now fully conscious, realize the gaze of lust-filled eyes upon her.

“This isn’t the first time, but why are you so nervous.”

Caught between tension and anticipation, Yeongin blushed and averted her gaze.

Seonghyuk playfully toyed with the glossy ends of her elegant hair spread out on the sheet.

His hand, passing over her blushing face and lingering for a moment on her round shoulders, slowly descended.

At the smooth touch filling the palm, he let out a soft sigh. The pleasure of finally obtaining what he had yearned for was electrifying and unparalleled.

“Relax.”

He gently embraced her trembling body, handling it delicately, as if crafting a sophisticated piece of art.

As if conveying how precious she was to him, how much he cherished her, earnestly and fervently.

The woman, with flushed cheeks, sweetly breathing out seductive whispers, was incredibly pleasing. The woman hanging onto him as he breathed heavily was satisfying enough to make his chest ache.

Even the slightly twisted expression looked so beautiful.

Whether the tear-stained face seemed pitiful or invoked rebellious emotions, the desire to make her cry even more remained unchanged, then and now.

“Don’t bite your lips. Bite me instead.”

Yeongin wrapped both arms around his neck and pulled him close. Then, she gently nibbled on his shoulder.

“Will that do?”

With a refreshing expression, Yeongin asked, her lips touching his. The freshly exhaled breath intertwined stickily.

Seonghyuk became entranced by the pliant body and fragrant scent. Even the whimpering breaths sounded sensual and provocative. He felt the urge to act like a beast with only instincts left.

Yet, he patiently waited. Waited until her sensitive body was fully immersed in intense pleasure.

Unbeknownst to him, the room had become so filled with heat that breathing became suffocating.

In a moment of mental emptiness, when the mind was blank, Yeongin, overwhelmed by an unbearable sensation, lost consciousness, as if a fuse had blown.

Supporting his head with one arm, Seonghyuk lay on his back, silently observing Yeongin’s face as she slept soundly.

The intense and extraordinary night did not feel entirely real.
Lowering my gaze, I noticed the remaining red marks on her white neck and shoulders, and then the reality hit me.

How much time has passed?

Her hands, gently folded as if in prayer, twitched, and soon her long and lush eyelashes rose.

The blinking eyelids alternately concealed and revealed the eyes filled with a deep glimmer.

“Did you sleep well?”

Yeongin slowly nodded her head.

“Do you remember last night?”

“No.”

“You’re not letting go, huh?”

“…”

Yeongin looked at Seonghyuk, who was petting her head as if praising her, with a subtle expression.

There was no regret since it wasn’t something that happened under the influence of alcohol. Just a bit embarrassing.

“Do you believe me now?”

“What?”

“There’s nothing wrong with my body.”

“…”

Just before falling into a deep sleep, Yeongin vaguely heard Seonghyuk’s words.

That her physical strength was still weak.

That he regretted not being able to refute that it was not that she was weak but that he was strong.

The moment she fell asleep with a mumbled sigh, she recalled the moment when she was feeling a bit upset, unable to resist his words.

“It’s true that I passed out because of you.”

“So… you want me to take responsibility?”

As Seonghyuk’s lips formed a line, Yeongin realized that she had said something unnecessary.

“Well, yeah. Take responsibility.”

“…”

“Now, get up.”

Seonghyuk pressed her shoulders, trying to make her sit up, but she resisted.

“There’s still time. You can lie down a bit longer.”

“…”

For more than ten minutes, Yeongin had to exchange awkward glances with him.

Finally managing to get out of bed, Yeongin sat at the dining table as Seonghyuk instructed. She quietly observed his back standing in front of the coffee machine.

Feeling as if she had returned to the past, a message notification sounded from the cellphone on the table.

Though curious about who would send a message at 7 in the morning, she didn’t show it and called the owner of the cellphone without hesitation.

“Sunbae, you have a message.”

Seonghyuk didn’t bother turning around.

“Who is it?”

“I don’t know.”

“Can you check for me?”

After hesitating for a moment, Yeongin grabbed his cellphone.