Eun-chae stretched out her arms and hugged his waist. A gentle voice dropped like dewdrops.

“What should I do? You’re just too handsome.”

Eventually, at those words, Eun-chae burst into laughter.

This is also the honeymoon period. The more I think about it, the more unfair it seems.

While applying lotion, Eun-chae suddenly found another reason for her persistent unease. It wasn’t the time for any place to become a bedroom just because they met eyes.

But why?

Why.

Since his return, he hasn’t tried to come closer even once.

She lay alone on the spacious bed, sweeping away the empty space. Ki-joo came into the room shortly afterward.

She was startled by the sudden sound of the door opening. Wondering if he intended to sleep together, he came straight to the bed, kissed her forehead, and then burrowed into the blanket.
And I hoped he would pull closer, even just a little. Kijoo closed his eyelids. Was he going to sleep, looking only at the ceiling like a corpse? It was amazing, heartbreaking, and at the same time, a small sense of injustice emerged.

Embracing Kijoo with her arms full of complex and awkward feelings, Eunchae closed her eyes tightly, but she could feel his gaze.

Eunchae believed without a doubt that he would respond warmly. If that trust had shattered, she probably wouldn’t have attempted it at all.

“…I’ll go to sleep first.”

At that moment, she doubted her ears. When Kijoo completely lifted his upper body, she felt futile lying alone.

Whether he knew the collapsing feelings or not, he lifted the blanket and went out of the bed.

Eunchae’s initial disappointment turned into hot tears.

“Do you not want to sleep with me?”

He didn’t answer willingly. Eunchae raised her head in resentment.

“…”

“Why avoid me?”

This time, she couldn’t back down. Because she couldn’t endure it any longer. In response to her repeated questions, Kijoo moved his lips as if about to speak but ultimately said nothing. He just swallowed a sigh with a wrinkled face.

“My touch seems to make you hurry away.”

Looking at her with urging eyes as if to say something, Eunchae eventually let out a heavy sigh.

It was childish. It was miserable.

“No, forget it. If you don’t want to answer, don’t.”

“…”

“Sleep comfortably here. I’ll go out.”

Eunchae went outside the room, then hugged the pillow to her chest. She deliberately ignored him.

Despite the strained momentum, Kijoo’s stubborn mouth stiffened. Despite that, she turned her body around.

If she kept this up, she would really go out and still remain. In a moment of impatience, Kijoo swiftly caught her wrist.

Ah, I hate this. Let go of me. She resisted, but he laid her on the bed. But even so, it was not enough.

Eunchae didn’t spring up like a spring. Kijoo gently pressed her shoulders to avoid hurting them.

“It’s because I like it. Because I like it.”

His smooth face twitched. The pleasure rose in pulling some kind of response from the man as hard as a rock.

At the moment when he thought of pushing a little more, Kijoo suddenly reached out his arm. It suddenly went dark. There was no time to adjust to the sudden darkness.

Eunchae blinked in confusion. It was only belatedly that she realized that Kijoo had turned off the table lamp on the bedside table.

“Kijoo, sir?”

In the darkness, the only thing visible was Kwon Kijoo’s eyes. The moonlight gathered and shimmered. No, it seemed unaffected by something else.

The eyes contained a gloomy desire. Despite provocations to the point of being forced, Eunchae unknowingly flinched. The regular, yet violent sound of his breath resonated in the sinking air.

“Um, Kijoo…!”
She cautiously placed her hand on her chest. Kijoo grasped that hand and pulled her recklessly.

Eunchae’s waist was lifted involuntarily. Taking advantage of the gap, he slipped his hand inside and supported her waist, sealing her lips. He unhesitatingly nibbled on the soft lips filled with warmth.

“Hmm…”

Kijoo sucked in Eunchae’s breath, which felt like a steady swamp.

Then, he bumped his nose, opened his chest to the limit, and took a deep breath. Eunchae’s unique scent made the enraged body tremble uncontrollably, irrespective of reason.

“Kijoo…”

The sensation of exploring the neatness, tender flesh, and the roof of the mouth felt unfamiliar. Even though such acts happened countless times between Kwon Kijoo and her. Just like the first time.

Overwhelmed with joy that was hard to bear, Eunchae only tore at his shoulders. Even with the clothes in between, his body was surprisingly warm. It felt like he had never avoided such a situation until now.

Now, he seemed like the man I knew. Eunchae covered his face with both hands, drowning in overwhelming delight.

I want to see this face saying it can’t endure it. It wasn’t clearly visible in the darkness. Forgetful of embarrassment, Eunchae reached out to turn on the light. However, before reaching the stand light, she was blocked.

Kijoo grabbed her arm and kissed it on her palm. Eunchae shivered with ticklishness.

Meanwhile, his lips sank to her neck. Eunchae barely opened her mouth.

“Kijoo, sir, the light…”

Even the words she barely managed to say were not completed, swallowed by his lips. The persistent wind pushed forward, causing her to lose her mind. A suspicion passed through her sensitive mind amidst the sudden darkness.

It was different from usual.

He might do it because he wanted it so much, but there was definitely something…

Eunchae immediately pushed him away. The sound of lips that had adhered like welded came off with a sticky sound. Awkward sounds echoed between their lips.

Kijoo, without wiping his lips, silently met her eyes. Instead, he extended his tongue and licked his lower lip.

Although Eunchae turned crimson up to her forehead, she desperately pulled herself together.

“Turn on the light, please.”

Her chest rose and fell with short breaths, trying to fill the lacking breath.

Kijoo, as if using vinegar, turned on the light and immediately put his hand on her blouse button. While Eunchae, with a perplexed face, was left bewildered, he now put his hand on his pants buckle. Click, the buckle was released.

Excitement and suspicion filled Eunchae’s face as she concentrated on filling her breath. Kijoo, as if savoring something bitter, turned on the light and soon put his hand on her top button. In the midst of Eunchae’s bewildered face, he now put his hand on his pants buckle. Click, the buckle was released.

Eunchae gathered her eyebrows in excitement. He wasn’t just a man undressing a woman embarrassingly. As she guessed something, she reached out to Kijoo’s blouse button. But before reaching, she was caught.

“Why?”

“Hug me, turn on the light. You ask for a lot.”

Kijoo pulled her in, and then, lying on the mattress, he couldn’t erase the impression of passing by with an expression that seemed to be moving on, as if he was digesting the bizarre situation.

Eunchae sat up, determined to escape from his hug.

“Kijoo, sir, you’re really strange. Why are you like this?”

“…What did I do?”
Trying to gloss over it again. Eunchae opened her mouth as her intuition indicated.

“Take off your clothes.”