In the Hotel

The robe that had been draped over Juhee's body slipped down with a soft rustle.

As she felt the hot breath wetting her ear and squeezed her eyes shut, Jeha pushed into her from behind.

Her round breasts were crushed in his large hands while her flushed earlobe was nibbled between his teeth. A suppressed moan, ugh, leaked through her tightly pressed lips. Her slender fingers clutched and twisted the sheets.

It still hurt, but not with the same pain as before. Maybe that was why the tension in her body was slowly unraveling.

Jeha, who had released her earlobe, suddenly bit her cheek. Then he bit the nape of her neck again, and after that, her rounded shoulder. Why did he keep biting all the wrong places? Even so, his large hand diligently gathered the soft flesh and kneaded it thoroughly.

Every time Jeha sank deep inside her and slowly withdrew, large and small fireworks exploded ceaselessly within her body.

Because Jeha focused more on his caresses than on the movement of his hips, Juhee's entire body began to tremble violently.

Ah, please…

Driven by an unknown thirst, Juhee unconsciously turned her head.

Her heated, clear eyes tangled with his pitch-black ones, shimmering with desire.

“……”

“……”

The large hand that had been kneading her breast rose to cup her small face, and he kissed her tenderly.

The slow, gentle kiss was sweet. Every time his tongue swept over hers and he stirred her below, her whole body melted like warm taffy.

Her toes curled as tingling sensations swirled and gathered in her lower belly.

The deeper the kiss grew and the faster his thrusts became, the more the sensations inside her body swirled into a vortex.

Through her blurring mind, hazy thoughts floated lazily.

How can something like this even exist? No—how can I be feeling this? They said I had sexual anhedonia. I've never felt anything like this before.

Besides, I don't even love this man.

That was as far as Juhee's thoughts went.

From behind, Jeha pulled out in one long stroke. A strange sense of emptiness made Juhee gasp harshly, and then her body was flipped over.

Her breasts were pressed into the sheets as her hips rose high.

There was no time to feel embarrassed by the obscene position.

Her slender waist was gripped firmly, and Jeha thrust into her again.

But it was too deep. Far too deep.

Ah, this is too much.

In a panic, Juhee trembled and moved her lips.

“R-Representative-nim.”

Ahut. The painfully bitten nape of her neck arched back. Juhee, panting, forced her fluttering eyelids open.

Her entire field of vision was red. It felt as if sparks were flickering and scattering everywhere like floating embers.

The lips pressed to her ear whispered lowly.

“Call me again.”

“S-Sunbae.”

Heut. This time her earlobe was bitten hard.

“Again.”

She had no other titles left to call him.

Juhee could only sob out moans as she was shaken helplessly.

Jeha cupped her face and turned it toward him. Beyond her blurred vision, she saw eyes burning with desire.

“Say my name.”

Looking at Jeha with hazy eyes, Juhee parted her dry lips.

“Yoon Jeha. Jeha… ah!”

The moment she spoke his name, the desire trapped in his pupils exploded.

Jeha drove his hips up hard from behind. She didn't think she could endure any more. As Juhee collapsed onto the sheets, Jeha grabbed her arms and pulled her up. Her body lifted again, and a solid chest pressed against her back.

With every sharp thrust, the hand that had slipped between her legs moved gently. Her whole body shuddered and convulsed at the scattered bursts of sensation.

Haa. Her slender neck bent backward as a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain began to swallow Juhee whole.

The dawn that had swallowed the night was beginning.

Taemin, wearing a robe, sat at the table by the window.

With an indifferent expression, he emptied a bottle of water while gazing at the bluish predawn sky. His thoughts grew deeper.

Things were clearly progressing exactly as planned.

The grandson-in-law of Pine Technology's chairman, plus the solid backing of Seohwa Group's Chairman Yang. The future unfolding before him was so bright it was almost blinding.

So why was he so irritated? Why did he feel absolutely terrible?

As time passed, his discomfort index was climbing to its peak, like the sweltering heat of midsummer.

And today was even worse.

When he turned his head again, Taemin's brow furrowed on its own.

“……”

On the bed lay Joo Haena, not a single thread covering her body. When she was fully dressed and made up, she was somewhat presentable. But seeing her asleep like this—unwashed, a complete mess—was honestly unpleasant. It ruined his mood.

Looking at the mottled, bruised marks all over Haena's body only brought back memories of their beastly coupling, making it even worse.

Would it have been the same if Gong Juhee were the one on that bed? Taemin thought with a bitter smile.

She wasn't the type to show such a sight, but if it were Juhee, it would have been lovely.

This must be why they say a man should meet a woman he loves. Since there were no feelings, the lack of them was painfully obvious.

He didn't have even a fingernail's worth of emotion toward Joo Haena. She had no ability of her own yet lived well simply because she'd been born to the right parents—it was infuriating. There was no reason to show her consideration or respect in bed, and besides, Haena was a pervert who enjoyed being handled roughly.

So he had given her exactly what she wanted. He admitted he'd enjoyed it in his own way. The problem was his condition afterward.

He hadn't drunk that much the night before, yet both his body and mind were in the worst state.

What annoyed him most was Haena's irresponsible attitude.

If she was his fiancée, she should act like one. If she'd interfered with his work, shouldn't she at least make sure he could go to the office without any problems the next day?

Last night, Haena had tirelessly tormented him until dawn, refusing to let him rest. And now she was sleeping like the dead, oblivious to the world.

It had been Taemin who woke to the alarm, soothed his stinging stomach with cold water, picked up the suit she'd carelessly thrown on the floor, and handed it to the hotel staff. That fact irritated him beyond endurance.

Haena, who had become president without any effort simply by being born to the right parents, could sleep in as late as she wanted. But he had to go to work no matter what.

Taemin looked away from Haena and muttered.

“Juhee would never do this.”

He knew he shouldn't, yet he kept comparing Haena to Gong Juhee.

But he couldn't help it. Unlike Haena, who fell apart and lost her mind once her desires were satisfied, Juhee always maintained a neat appearance and carried a pleasant scent. No matter how tired she was, she took care of him with utmost devotion. Without needing to be told, she always read his thoughts and moved accordingly.

Thanks to Juhee, who took perfect care of him in both professional and personal spheres, he had always been able to maintain peak condition.

She was a woman he would never find anywhere else, even if he waited his entire life.

And not only had he betrayed that woman—he had properly hurt her yesterday.

I really didn't want to do that.

All of this is for our future.

Taemin was the type of person who never backed down once he set his mind on something and never regretted it. Yet right now, his heart was burning pitch-black with surging regret and sorrow.

Rubbing his dry face, Taemin unconsciously muttered.

“Gong Juhee. Juhee-ya.”

I miss you so much. I miss you terribly.

At the sound of a man's quiet breathing brushing her ear, Juhee opened her eyes.

But her head hurt as if it would split open, so she had no choice but to close them again.

After taking a deep breath, Juhee opened her eyes once more and cautiously looked behind her. There was Jeha, holding her tightly from behind in a deep sleep.

With a small groan, Juhee pushed away the arms and legs wrapped around her like vines and managed to escape his embrace.

The moment her toes touched the floor beside the bed, she almost cried out.

“……!”

What on earth had happened last night? The sensitive area between her legs twitched like the mermaid princess who had gained human legs. Her entire body complained of muscle pain as if she'd been beaten.

Juhee let out a sigh-like breath and looked down at her wrecked body, trying to recall the events of the previous night.

The combination of venom and alcohol had clearly made her do something reckless.

The words about going to sleep, the light kiss, and then the kiss that had devoured her whole. After that, everything went black. But just from the traces left all over her body, she could guess how intense last night had been.

She couldn't remember, but it didn't seem bad. It felt like she'd been captured by desire and excited.

The lingering heat still remaining inside her body proved it.

It was good that I drank so much. That's how I succeeded in getting into bed with him.

After reaching that conclusion, Juhee's fingertips trembled as she picked up the clothes scattered on the floor and put them on.

Now that it was done, it felt awkward.

The ruined underwear was too embarrassing to wear, so she threw it in the trash.

As she buttoned up the blouse she hadn't managed to fasten properly, her cheeks flushed for no reason.

“You've lost your mind, Gong Juhee.”

After hesitating for a moment, Juhee turned back around as if she'd made up her mind.

She crouched down and stared blankly at the sleeping man's face. It felt strange. She still couldn't believe it. That she'd succeeded in her clumsy seduction and slept with this man.

On the other hand, she was curious. What could a man like him possibly lack that he'd sleep with someone like her? Was it pity toward her? The influence of alcohol? Or just a one-night stand swept up by instinct?

Juhee smiled weakly and whispered softly into Jeha's ear.

“Thank you.”

For falling for my awkward seduction. For letting me have this once-in-a-lifetime fling.

Kissing the forehead of the sleeping Jeha was purely impulsive. The moment she did it, she froze in shock.

At that moment, his heavy eyelids slowly lifted.

He shouldn't wake up.

Flustered, Juhee gently stroked his neatly combed hair and whispered soothingly.

“Close your eyes and sleep more.”

At those words, his slightly raised eyelids sank back down.

She was thinking he must have fallen asleep again and holding her breath when—

“If I close my eyes… you'll leave, won't you.”

His voice, thick with sleep, was low and gentle.

“I won't go.”

When she answered in a whisper, Jeha mumbled again.

“…Just try to go somewhere.”

It was clearly a threat, yet it didn't feel scary at all.

Why did the sleep-talking of this big man sound so cute?

Watching Jeha fall back into a deep sleep, Juhee slowly stood up.

After leaving the note on the nightstand, Juhee fled the bedroom.

She contacted the concierge and ordered room service for Jeha, who would be suffering from a hangover. She also called his personal shopper to arrange an outfit for him to wear today. Only after handling the urgent matters did she leave the room and step into the elevator.

Perhaps because the tension had finally released, her mind felt numb. It was as if she'd had a dream she couldn't remember.

But her throbbing body and aching muscles told her it was all too real.

The elevator reached the first floor. After taking a few steps, Juhee stopped and unconsciously frowned.

“Just how many times did we…?”

Every step sent a sharp jolt between her legs.

Was it because it was her first time? Because they'd done it so many times? Or was it because of Yoon Jeha's exceptional physique? Not wearing underwear was already uncomfortable, and now she had to deal with the pain too—it felt ridiculous.

But what was done was done. Regretting it now wouldn't change anything.

She just had to get used to it.

“What happens now?”

She had succeeded in seducing him, but she couldn't predict what would come next. If the alcohol hadn't caused her to black out, the winner of the drinking bet would have been Jeha. That also meant she would have to keep her promise to disappear from his sight.

They'd spent one night together, but she didn't want to cling to him in some pathetic way.

Her thoughts stopped there.

She would find out once Yoon Jeha woke up. She didn't want to rack her brain about it from now on. What happened, happened. Work was work. Until she got fired, she would do her job.

Juhee checked her wristwatch. It was a bit tight, but she should go home, shower, change clothes, and then head to the office. Once there, she would organize the materials Jeha hadn't seen yet.

Then a sudden thought occurred to her.

It would be nice if she ran into Han Taemin at the hotel. Then she could return what he'd given her yesterday—and more.

She was halfway across the hotel lobby when it happened.

“…Gong Juhee?”

Someone called her name from behind.

When she turned around indifferently, there stood Han Taemin with an expression of disbelief.