At the sound of “trash,” Mijoo, puzzled, released her embrace and looked at Siyoon.
His eyes, which were once gentle, now held a fierce, tiger-like intensity, burning hotly.
“Hold on tight.”
“What?”
Siyoon took Mijoo’s hand, guiding it to grasp the knot of the towel that was covering her body.
“It’s too high up for the chest.”
His words, unclear if a question or a murmur, followed his gaze down Mijoo’s neck, landing on her exposed chest.
‘Does he not have the confidence to look at a woman’s chest yet?’ Mijoo wondered as she tightened her grip on the towel, regardless of Siyoon’s intentions or thoughts. She did not wish to expose herself further in this state.
At that moment, Siyoon seized the opportunity, pulling Mijoo’s waist towards him and pressing his lips against hers.
Mijoo’s head spun. She didn’t understand why she kept getting swept up by this man, but the force of his actions was too harsh and overwhelming, whether it was his practice or effort.
The scent of a freshly showered woman stirred Siyoon. The mingling aromas of different body washes and shampoos wafted up with every movement, and most of all, her sweet, dripping natural scent from her cheeks and neck was intoxicating.
Siyoon brushed Mijoo’s cheek with his sharp nose, not wanting to lose that scent.
Taking advantage of the moment, Mijoo parted her lips to breathe, but Siyoon didn’t miss this chance and delved deeper into her mouth.
Overwhelmed by Siyoon, Mijoo surrendered all her senses to him.
Her lips, which had been harsh and sometimes sullen, were now the kindest and softest they had ever been for the two of them.
Moving from her cheeks to her ears, Siyoon showered her with gentle kisses. Her still-wet, cold hair and soft, warm ears clung to his lips and cheeks.
“Hold on tight.”
As if uttering a final warning, Siyoon whispered into Mijoo’s ear and trailed his lips down her neck.
Mijoo, biting her lip and holding her breath, finally let out a heavy breath, unable to bear it any longer.
Her sound made Siyoon’s heart race uncontrollably. He longed to hear more enticing sounds from her, to see her cling to him desperately.
He wanted to see and feel her provocatively raised chest, but in this moment, she obeyed his words, holding the towel tightly in her small hand. Siyoon was boiling with desire to let that hand go.
Their precarious moment was interrupted by the sound of a doorbell.
If it were his house, he wouldn’t have cared, but since someone was visiting Mijoo, he reluctantly detached his lips from her.
Mijoo obediently clung to the towel. Siyoon softly kissed her closed eyes and whispered.
“Did you hear the doorbell?”
As Mijoo opened her eyes, her plump lips still exhaled hot breaths. Siyoon, unable to resist the urge, gently sucked on her lower lip.
The doorbell rang again.
Reluctantly, Siyoon took a long pull on Mijoo’s lower lip before releasing it.
But even after their lips parted, they remained dangerously close.
“Is someone supposed to come?”
“No.”
At this unexpected visit during such an hour, Mijoo blinked in surprise, knowing no one was supposed to come.
Siyoon gently stroked Mijoo’s cheek with his thumb before standing up and walking over to the desk. He picked up a cardigan draped over the chair and placed it over Mijoo’s shoulders, then opened the door.
Mijoo also listened, curious about who would visit her home at this time.
“It’s the neighbor.”
The voice was unfamiliar, and since the person wasn’t visible, Mijoo couldn’t tell which apartment they were from.
Siyoon briefly explained why Mijoo couldn’t come to the door and asked what the matter was.
“The immigration people came for monitoring. There have been reports of students working part-time or full-time without visas in this area.”
Mijoo’s expression hardened upon hearing this. She knew about immigration monitoring but was startled to learn they had come this close, reminding her of her own exhausting life.
“They came to our place yesterday and knocked on this door too. I was worried since we’re all international students. Please be careful.”
“Thank you.”
With Siyoon’s gratitude, the door closed. Mijoo tried to get up and head to the closet, but her legs failed her, and she collapsed again.
“Just stay there.”
“Please, get me some clothes.”
“Alright, just sit down.”
Mijoo’s shoulders shook lightly. Siyoon came over, fastened her cardigan, and patted her shoulder.
“Did you hear that? The immigration people…”
“Don’t worry.”
“…”
“Let’s go to the hospital first.”
“The hospital…”
A small smile appeared on Mijoo’s lips. The idea of a poor international student without health insurance going to the hospital was more frightening than the injury itself.
“Why are you thinking so much?”
Mijoo remained silent, her gaze fixed on the floor.
“Is it that hard to use me?”
Mijoo looked up at Siyoon. He was someone who casually said to use him, who effortlessly made advances.
‘How far can I trust him? I want to trust and rely on him, but…’
Siyoon went to the closet and chose a comfortable dress.
“Where’s your underwear?”
The Villainous Demon Lord Laid an Egg for Her (Female-Dominated)
Several months after transmigrating into a book, Yu Wu found herself facing the demon lord Li You, who could no longer conceal his dragon horns. With one hand on her aching waist and the other gripping a sharp sword, she stared at him.
The demon lord’s eyes were red with fury:
“This is all your doing! Today, I won’t rest until I kill you!”
Yu Wu rubbed her temples. Putting aside the taboo against bloodshed during pregnancy, wasn’t it this very man who willingly walked into her trap that day?!
Warnings:
- Male pregnancy.
- Height ratios are set to mirror typical male-female height proportions.
- Characters include a foot-loving demon lord and an eldest daughter from an immortal family’s concubine lineage.
