At Se Kyung’s words, his moving hand stopped abruptly.
Frustrated by his slipping hand which couldn’t even unbutton, Tae Jo nodded slightly.
Se Kyung, who swallowed her saliva at his consent, sat on the edge of the bed. The tips of her fingers touching Tae Jo’s shirt were slightly trembling.
What audacity was it.
I wondered what I was saying, but the words that had already been spoken couldn’t be taken back.
Se Kyung unbuttoned a few of his shirt buttons, trying to ignore the thumping sound of her heart.
His wet skin was exposed between the opened shirt. Se Kyung, turning her head away, handed Tae Jo the towel she had brought from the bathroom.
“And this… to wipe off the wet areas… Ah!”
Huk, with a jerk, Se Kyung’s body wobbled. She was offering the towel, and Tae Jo took her hand as well.
Weeing.
The sound of the heater running filled the quiet room.
Se Kyung looked at Tae Jo without even breathing. Her hand, caught by him, was moving over his face and chest.
He looked up after drying all the moisture.
When their eyes met, she bit her lower lip tightly.
Her face was reflected in his intense eyes.
“……”
She thought she would never be entirely captured in those eyes.
Se Kyung leaned towards Tae Jo as if she were spellbound. She wanted to see her reflection in his eyes more closely.
As she reached out to touch his lips, Tae Jo slightly bit her fingertip.
“Ah……”
Se Kyung flinched at the tingling pain. Then her hand, which had been caught by him, was yanked again.
The distance that had grown was closed in an instant.
“President, I am……”
As Se Kyung moved her dry lips nervously, the corner of Tae Jo’s eyes, who was staring at her, squirmed slightly.
His lips dropped onto Se Kyung’s bent finger.
And when their lips gently touched each other.
Se Kyung, closing her eyes, embraced Tae Jo’s neck.
The skin that touched his palm was soft.
Her slender arm wrapped around his neck like a vine, and each time their lips bumped into each other, a pleasant languor rushed over with her hand ruffling his hair.
Tae Jo dove deeper into the embrace of the woman holding him.
The sweet scent tickled his nose, and her soft, marshmallowlike lips were sucked into his mouth.
With his blurred vision, he looked up at the woman.
Her small, cute lips were whispering something to him.
He pulled her waist closer to hear her voice.
Tae Jo’s lips moved over the woman’s chin and above her lips. And at the moment when he savored her desirable lips again…
Ring, ring, ring, ring!
“……Damn it.”
With a soft curse, his eyes opened wide.
A terrible pain was beating the temples in time with the loud alarm.
He clenched his throbbing forehead and sat up. It felt like woodpeckers were pecking at his head from all sides.
“Where is……”
Tae Jo looked around, pressing his throbbing temples.
As soon as he saw the unfamiliar scenery, he realized that it wasn’t his home but a hotel. The problem was that he didn’t know how he ended up here.
And then……
“……”
Lowering his head, he frowned at the sight of the robe covering him instead of his stripped clothes and blanket.
With a slight apprehension, he looked to the side, but there was nobody in the bed.
He turned off the cell phone alarm and opened his wallet.
The money and cards were intact. In the meantime, the tie was neatly undone, and the water bottle, which he must have taken out and drunk at some point, was half empty.
“This is crazy.”
He looked around the hotel room and slowly tried to recall what happened yesterday.
Yesterday, after a meal with the platform representative Darren Baze from the U.S., they had a drink and chatted while drinking whiskey. He did overdrink a little. No, quite a lot.
He remembered that Moon Seok Joo, who was with him, took him out of there……
However, his memories after that were chopped off, disconnected here and there.
“So, did Moon Seok Joo bring me here?”
Tae Jo checked the messages that had come in overnight. As expected, there was a brief message from Seok Joo in the early morning saying that he was too drunk and had been left in a hotel room.
“But why am I in this state.”
With a grim face, Tae Jo scanned the neatly arranged surroundings.
It seemed that he, who looked like a bear, had neatly arranged his shoes and tie unlike his appearance.
The problem was his disheveled clothes, the robe that was thrown on like a blanket, and the stains on his clothes.
After finding and putting on his slippers, he looked around the room.
When he casually kicked the trash can under the desk with his foot, the empty can wobbled as if it was about to tip over.
It seemed like there was no problem since it was empty.
He picked up his phone as he saw his rugged reflection in the mirror.
As he dialed the contact labeled “Executive Kang,” an irritated voice sprang from the other side.
Why so early?
“Please bring some clothes from my house. Including underwear.”
What? Even underwear?
The sound of grumbling came from beyond the phone. In response to the question “where are you right now,” Tae Jo provided the hotel name and room number.
“Ah, bring a bottle of water too when you come.”
Are you out of money?
The call abruptly ended after he was told to buy it himself.
Tae Jo, who had a faint smile, placed his phone on the bed and went into the bathroom.
Suddenly, he felt something out of place, his expression hardened.
His gaze swept over the crumpled towel and the trash bin full of tissue.
And the faint, sweet aftertaste.
“……”
With an inexplicable sense of discomfort, Tae Jo’s face distorted dramatically.
“Am I your secretary?”
As soon as he opened the door, a shopping bag swung in front of him. Tae Jo grabbed the shopping bag brought by Woo Hyun and went inside.
“Did you have breakfast?”
“I didn’t eat.”
Tae Jo, who answered curtly, removed his robe.
Even if others praised him as a statue like David, seeing a body of a man with the same appendage would only be an eyesore. Woo Hyun turned his head quickly, seemingly not wanting to see.
“You drank a lot yesterday. Don’t you need a hangover cure? Or should I order room service right now?”
“I’m good. If you want breakfast, go out and eat.”
Tae Jo, who quickly changed into a shirt, fastened his buttons.
Woo Hyun, who had been rummaging through the room service menu, tilted his head at Tae Jo’s somehow displeased appearance.
“What’s up, what happened yesterday? Why are you so grumpy?”
“Just, I have a creepy feeling.”
Tae Jo, who tightened his tie, threw a glance at the desk. A shiny earring was placed on the neatly folded tie.
He found it when he was tidying the bed after a shower.
Unsure, he called Seok Ju to ask if he had brought a woman to the hotel room with him the previous night, but the only response he received was a scathing, “Are you crazy? Are you still drunk?”
After all, that bear had left him unable to gather his senses on the bed, let alone bring a woman. It must have been that the hotel room hadn’t been cleaned properly.
Nevertheless, the discomfort remained.
“Let’s go.”
Tae Jo, who crammed yesterday’s clothes into a shopping bag, fiddled with the earring.
After a brief moment of consideration on whether to discard it or not, he decided to take the earring along and left the room.
“Bring the car around.”
Tae Jo, who handed the shopping bag to Woo Hyun, got out of the elevator.
Woo Hyun, grumbling about being treated like a chauffeur as well as a secretary, pressed the button for the basement level three.
Tae Jo confirmed the elevator was descending and started to walk.
After returning the key and coming down to the lobby, he squinted as he recognized a familiar face.
“Yoon Se Kyung?”
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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