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Chapter 10
by Gideon“Fuck, stop asking.”
“Hngh, ahh!”
Yundo slapped her butt hard.
“Ah!”
The moment her inner walls tightened, he rammed into her. His cock struck the sweet spot hidden deep near her cervix.
“Ahhh!”
Hyewan cried out in ecstasy as she reached her peak.
He froze, his body locking up like a still frame. Then, as she collapsed, her strength spent, he pulled her close and gave it his all for the final push. As he drove himself into her as if to tear her open, Yundo couldn’t hold back any longer and came.
His mind went blank, and his heart felt like it would burst.
By the time his breathing finally returned to normal, Yundo had already slid his cock, now covered in a fresh condom, back into her swollen entrance.
“No, wait—!”
Hyewan, too exhausted to even think about a second round, tried to push his shoulders away. But her scorching, slick walls clamped down on him as if they’d been waiting, sucking him in. He gasped, feeling as if his entire body was being drawn into her. Hyewan gripped his arm—the one braced beside her like a rooted tree—with all her strength.
“Hngh…”
She began to moan again, overwhelmed by the massive sense of fullness, the pain, and the unbearable pleasure.
He drove in and out, his cock grinding against her vaginal walls. As if resisting, her walls clung to him like suction cups. Yundo moved selfishly, focused only on his own pleasure. He threw his head back and thrust his hips forward, driving Hyewan into the mattress. His cock swelled, feeling as if it might burst, until semen finally erupted from its tip. His heart and mind weren’t just hot—they were boiling.
After every release, a wave of emptiness and loss always washed over him, but not this time. An inexplicable sense of fulfillment pounded in Yundo’s chest.
Hyewan, still in his arms, slept as soundly as she had that first day. She had fallen asleep so abruptly, as if she’d fainted, startling him. Yundo slipped out of bed to shower, careful not to wake her.
When he returned, Hyewan was still fast asleep. He brought a wet towel and gently wiped her body. As he cleaned between her legs, his cock twitched again, but he forced himself to ignore it.
This was the first time he had shared a bed with a woman since his broken engagement. It still felt strange, yet sleeping beside her wasn’t awkward at all. Yundo tossed the towel on the floor and lay down beside Hyewan.
His body felt heavy and relaxed.
Soon, feeling the warmth from the spot beside him, his eyelids grew heavy and closed.
Hyewan slowly opened her eyes, waking from a deep sleep. The refreshing clarity of a long, undisturbed rest without nightmares left her mind feeling sharp.
The events of the previous night flashed through her mind, but this time she wasn’t as startled or flustered as she had been before. Just then, she sensed someone nearby. Turning her head, she saw him—dressed in black pants and a white shirt—offering her a mug.
“Drink this.”
Clutching the blanket to her chest, Hyewan sat up and took the mug. A yellow flower floated on the surface of the tea.
“You don’t have to drink it if you don’t want to.”
“No…”
Hyewan had to clear her raspy voice. Like her aching muscles, her voice still bore the traces of the previous night.
“No, it’s fine. I like all kinds of herbal tea.”
“Good. Go take a shower. I’ll be in the living room.”
After Yundo left the room, Hyewan sat down and sipped her tea. The delicate floral scent wafted through her nose and mouth. It was much better than the coffee she usually drank to stay awake for work.
Once she finished her tea, Hyewan headed into the bathroom. There, she found a set of new underwear, likely bought from a convenience store. A hairdryer and cosmetics were all laid out, brand new. There was even a comb and hair rollers. Hyewan was now certain that Cha Yundo was a man who knew women well.
After showering, she decided not to waste his thoughtfulness and put on the new underwear. Then, she dressed in her own clothes and walked back into the living room.
“Come here and sit down.”
Hyewan walked toward the kitchen island, keeping her posture stiff to hide the muscle aches between her legs.
“Eat,” he said, placing a salad and an omelet in front of her as she took a seat.
Hyewan was already full from the cup of chrysanthemum tea she’d finished. Still, she picked up her fork. She didn’t want to ignore the effort Yundo had put into the meal.
“Do you always do this?”
“Hmm?”
“Prepare breakfast for a woman you don’t even know?”
“As if,” he countered.
Hyewan shook her head instead of answering. Yundo shrugged.
“I figured I should be kind at least once every two times.”
It was hard to refuse a man who was so candid about his kindness. She lifted her fork and shared her thoughts.
“I was surprised to see a hair roller in your bathroom.”
“I looked it up on YouTube. They said it was a must-have before going out.”
Hyewan couldn’t help but chuckle, picturing Yundo watching those YouTube videos with his usual icy expression.
Yundo rested his chin on his hand, his gaze fixed on her. Her smile had transformed her face, melting the midwinter chill into the freshness of early summer dew.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked, spearing a piece of cheese from the salad bowl with her fork.
“Because you’re so beautiful, Ms. Ko Hyewan.”
His voice was so devoid of emotion that it sounded all the more sincere. The words hit her like a sudden ambush. Hyewan set her fork down, the piece of cheese she’d just eaten feeling lodged in her throat.
“I… I should go now.”
“I’ll drive you.”
His offer was tempting, but she declined. “No, I can go on my own—”
“It’s not time for work yet,” he interrupted. “If you leave alone now, won’t people figure out what you were doing last night?”
The public eye.
It seemed he’d figured out exactly what Hyewan hated most.
“…That’s not helpful at all,” she muttered.
“I have to go to work anyway. Let’s just leave together.”
His voice was calm, but his resolve was unmistakable.
In the end, Yundo drove her to the entrance of the alley leading to her studio apartment. The alley was too narrow for his large, luxury sedan to enter.
“Thank you. Goodbye,” Hyewan said, her farewell curt and devoid of any meaning from the previous night or promise of a next time.
Yundo stared at her, his gaze lingering. He looked as if he had a thousand things to say, but after a long moment, he slowly nodded.
As she stepped out, the black car pulled away from the alley.
What is Cha Yundo thinking? And what am I thinking?
Hyewan preferred a clear conclusion to everything she did. She was so thorough that she always read the ending of a book or watched the conclusion of a movie first. Even if it meant a conclusion that would harm her, she needed one.
But with Cha Yundo, she couldn’t reach a conclusion. She had clearly written off their encounter as a one-night stand, yet she had crumbled under his relentless seduction.
Hyewan hated it when her life’s principles and routines were disrupted, but she couldn’t guarantee there wouldn’t be a third time with Cha Yundo. That was the biggest problem.
How could I be this weak to temptation…
Hyewan’s shoulders slumped. She had always thought she had a strong will, but now it felt like it was crumbling.
Should I really quit tutoring Yun-woo?
She had always hoped her life wouldn’t be swayed by others’ influence. Maybe Bora was right. Maybe she should just get into law school first and take out loans for the rest of the money.
She pulled out her phone and started searching for the application deadline as she headed toward the one-room apartment building.
“Hyewan.”
She froze. It was Kim Jin-myeong.
“Where were you last night?”
Kim Jin-myeong strode toward her, his face covered in dark stubble as if he’d pulled an all-nighter. His approach was menacing, as if he were about to strike her. Hyewan fought the urge to step back in fear, forcing her back to stay straight. She refused to show him any weakness.
“And what are you doing here?” she asked, her voice icy.
Though he was three years her senior and she had always called him Sunbae, he was now just you. Now that they were over, she wouldn’t grant him even a millimeter of the respect she’d once shown. Part of her wanted to curse him out, but she refused to lower herself for someone like him.
Seeing her defiant stance, Jin-myeong’s voice trembled.
“Hyewan. You… You didn’t… Do you have a new man?”
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