Receiving Kanghyun’s affection abundantly, Jian came to three conclusions about him.

Firstly, he truly enjoys intense physical intimacy, especially desiring contact with bare skin through hands and lips.

Secondly, he possesses remarkable patience.

Despite expressing confidence in his skills and having moments of excitement, Kanghyun consistently refrained from crossing certain boundaries.

Even when the desire boiled over, and he attempted to explore more intimate regions, he quickly regained composure and withdrew his hands.

Although it seemed like he was willing to wait until she was ready, Jian found his consideration somewhat disappointing.

“I’ll go wash up.”

Kanghyun straightened Jian’s crumpled clothes and wiped his lips that bore traces of her, saying, “Wait here.”

“Excuse me, President Jeon. I’ll help you take off your shirt.”

“What?”

“If you’re going to wash up, you have to take it off anyway.”

Jian blushed shyly and placed her hand on Kanghyun’s dress shirt.

Tap, tap. Small buttons were undone, revealing the appearance of tightly placed muscles between the white shirts.

With every trembling touch of her fingertips against the skin, Kanghyun’s chest rose significantly.

Kanghyun sighed with curiosity-filled eyes in front of him.

“Oppa, can I touch here?”

Seoyoon, who enjoyed stimulating me by succumbing to her instincts and answering that it felt good, asked with a mischievous smile.

“How about here? And here too, Oppa?”

“Oppa, how do you feel?”

Knowing that once it started, the obsession had already crossed the line, Seoyoon, who felt a sense of satisfaction, was the one who patiently endured her own actions.

If I hadn’t diligently flattered her like mud every day, perhaps I wouldn’t have devoured the 20-year-old Seoyoon like a wild beast.

I could have waited for at least another year.

While Jian, with the same face as back then, played with her hands, Kanghyun, who wet the back of the sofa with his head, stared at the ceiling, trying to calm his emotions.

“President Jeon.”

“Yeah.”

“Are you okay?”

“Of course not.”

Jian, who had long dominated reason, reached inside Kanghyun’s shirt.

Good fabric slid behind the shoulders, down to the elbows.

A height well over 180cm and a sturdy skeleton blocked the narrow field of view.

Jian grabbed the tempting shoulders and pressed hard.

“I like being treated like a toy, but can you handle the consequences?”

“Of course, yes!”

Kanghyun, who held Jian’s small hand that descended towards his chest, pulled it down a bit, bringing Jian’s pelvis closer and pressing against his lower abdomen.

…Wait a minute, it might be too much to handle.

Feeling something unusual, Jian, surprised, inadvertently glanced down.

“Okay, then. Do as much as you can.”
Kanghyun, wrapping his arms around Jian’s neck and waist, turned his body diagonally, pressing his weight onto Jian. The sofa’s structure, supporting the two, sagged and sank. In the blink of an eye, Jian’s body, lying beneath Kanghyun, jolted noticeably.

“Well… After President Jeon keeps regular meal times. If you don’t fix your eating habits, it can relapse quickly.”

Kanghyun, who burst into a disappointed laugh, grabbed Jian’s hand, making her touch his chest.

“You’ve touched enough, let’s have a meal.”

“It doesn’t necessarily mean that. Hurry up and wash. We can deal with it after eating.”

“Alright, next time.”

Kanghyun, who kissed Jian’s flushed cheek, quickly got up.

“Even if I’m not here, you must stick to regular meal times.”

“I don’t want to.”

“You don’t want to?”

“If you don’t eat and sleep, you’ll come back.”

“After undergoing surgery for your pain, don’t force yourself like that! Never do it, I won’t stay still.”

Jian sternly warned with a furrowed brow.

When Kanghyun insisted on strange stubbornness, Jian wanted to slap him on his broad back.

“You’re not stressed, right? I was trying to compliment you for smiling so well, but ha!”

Kanghyun, walking towards the bathroom, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Chasing after him while grumbling, Jian, who was following him, shook like an otter, caught off guard.

Jian barely regained her balance and sighed.

Fortunately, Kanghyun’s head didn’t hit his bare chest.

“I’m happy when I’m with you. So, there won’t be any more pain.”

“…”

“What I said earlier was just a tantrum. So, stop worrying too.”

Kanghyun, grabbing the soft cheek, went into the bathroom, leaving Jian alone. Jian, left alone, pressed her palm against her heated cheek.

I am Kanghyun’s happiness.

Feeling elated as if a long-cherished dream had come true.

Jian wiped her body in front of the bathroom, then moved to find her vibrating phone on the sofa.

“Yes, Mom.”

“Jian, are you doing well? Why haven’t you contacted me so much?”

“Sorry, I’m doing well.”

Jian chuckled at Jung-hye’s criticism.

It was true that she had been neglectful of her parents while focusing on Kanghyun.

“Your dad wants to talk to you. How is President Jeon? I heard something about Seowon Group on the news. He’s not well, is he? Did something happen?”