Ready to Be Eaten

Jian tipped a bright smile forward and leaned in, and Dou brushed awkwardly at the corner of his mouth before looking at her with a serious face. For all the resolve tightening his eyes, the hands clasped on the table would not stay still. They fidgeted and fidgeted, as if he were terribly nervous.

What is this? Don't tell me he's pretending to be shy. Look at this man's method acting.

The tension on him was so plain it made even Jian, watching, tremble. Very carefully, he began.

"Um... I meant to talk more. Get to know each other, take it slow. But now that it's just the two of us, it's hard to hide how I feel. It might be sudden for you, Jian, but would you consider going out with me...?"

"Yes. I would."

"You wou— huh?"

"Yes. As much as you want."

Hooray!

Inside, Jian screamed hooray and broke into a breakdance. Outside, she tipped her chin a fraction higher so she wouldn't lose her cool, and laid her hand demurely over his.

She had expected him to say they should go rest, since they were drunk, or to suggest leaving in some natural way. Who would have thought he would soften let's sleep together into let's date? Unlike the amateurs who only watched for a chance at skinship while pouring liquor down her throat, how clean it was. How elegant. As expected, a flagship piece of trash with legendary attached to the title was on another level.

"I didn't think you'd accept so readily."

Looking quite moved, Dou closed his hand tight around hers.

"Thank you. I'll treat you well from now on."

"I'm pretty good at this too. I'll give it everything I've got."

Jian squeezed their joined hands, will burning.

"Then shall we go have some tea? Sober up a little."

Tea?

Not even doing it in the car—he wanted to go drink tea? How much longer was he planning to leave her aching? The gentleman concept was nice, but she could not wait another minute.

"Don't you have tea at your place, oppa?"

She stroked the back of his hand with one finger, letting the hint sit between them.

"At my place? Of course I do, but..."

"I want to drink it somewhere comfortable. It's so loud outside... Is that not okay?"

Dou blinked, blank, then lightly rubbed the nape of his neck under her pleading look.

"Of course it's okay. Let's go home."

Seo Jian, long abstinent, is now on her way to be eaten.

She clasped the hand he offered and fought to drag the rising corners of her mouth back down. She lost. While he paid, she grinned and grinned behind his back until a staff member stared as if at some monstrous life-form, and she had to clap a hand over her lips.

"Here we are. Come in. I didn't get a chance to tidy, so it's a bit of a mess."

Contrary to his words, the apartment was nothing but neat. It was so spacious that a proper look around would have taken ages.

Well. I only need to see the bedroom.

"Sit on the sofa for now. What kind of tea should I get you? The teas I have at home are..."

He must have brought dozens of women here, and yet he fussed and floundered like a broken robot. Jian crossed to him slowly. The acting—as if this were his first time—only grew more exquisite the longer she watched. The Innocent Virgin Concept was hot, too.

"Oppa."

She came up behind him as he opened a cabinet and quietly took his hand.

"Ah, sorry. Besides coffee, it's been a while since I actually drank—!"

He was just turning when Jian rose onto her toes and kissed him. Dou froze. His eyes wavered as he looked at her.

"Why all of a sudden..."

"You don't like it?"

"...No."

Her waist was hauled up tight against him. Taking the mouth that poured over hers in hunger, Jian cried hallelujah inside.

Just how skilled and relaxed is he going to be? Will a single kiss set me completely on fire and make me beg him to put it in? The tongue work meant to drive me crazy has to be no joke.

She had dreamed of sex with him. Expected it. Imagined it more times than she could count. And yet—

"Hnn."

This is not what I expected.

His kiss was urgent, somewhere, but... how to put it. Terribly awkward. Clumsy. He crashed their lips together hard enough to hurt, and then he didn't move at all. He just held her mouth like that.

"...Mm."

As if sorry for hurting her, he soon eased the pressure and mouthed her softly, which was nice enough. He showed no intention whatsoever of taking the next step.

What?

Impatience creeping in, Jian slowly opened the eyes she had closed.

"...!"

She flinched. Her gaze collided at once with eyes that were looking straight into her, hot. Those clear eyes, always touched with a faint smile, had sunk dark and were rippling as if in heat.

Her heart kicked.

She could not mistake it. How fiercely he wanted her.

So this is what a true master looks like. Overwhelming me with his eyes alone.

Slick skill might put some people off, so he had been pushing the Innocent Virgin Concept from the start. Even this clumsy kiss was him keeping the character consistent!

Only now did Jian read him exactly. In truth, those inexperienced, clumsy lips—still burning with how badly he wanted her—sent a thrill up her spine sharp enough to raise the hair on her neck. Admiration came on its own. A man who had reached a height no one else could follow. The legendary trash everyone wanted.

"Nnh, oppa. Open your mouth a little—hht."

A born playboy, making the plea spill from her own mouth first. Sucking her lips until they stung was good, but a kiss was not a kiss unless tongues tangled, sticky and wet. At her request Dou paused, then slowly parted his lips.

Ha. Look at this man.

He could flush his own face if he put his mind to it. Handsome, gone ruddy, dropping his gaze as if embarrassed while his lips slid open—it was thrilling enough that she wanted to devour him for the rest of her life.

This. This is it.

Before they had even done anything she was throbbing below. She didn't need to look to know she was already soaked. She really might come from a kiss alone. At this rate she was going to finish once and then set off on a world tour.

Jian swallowed, staring at the bright red tongue showing between his parted lips. If she followed the urge she would have thrown the aloof image away and gulped him down, but a shred of reason remained, so she eased her tongue out gently. His came to meet it, very slowly, and tapped hers. A soft, hesitant touch.

"...!"

Like a shy adolescent boy who had hesitated and hesitated and only just found the courage to confess.

This is bad. Jian felt the handful of reason she had barely been holding slip away. So I liked this. I'll give you the shy sadism I've been hiding. Let's die together today, oppa.

"Hup."

She looped her arms around his neck as if hanging from him and went hunting for the tongue that had shyly hidden again, rubbing against it without restraint. He backed away from her fierce charge until the sink stopped him. Seeing her chance, Jian sucked his tongue even harder. A wet, obscene sound spilled from their mouths, embarrassing in its clarity.

Dou hurriedly set her clinging body down. Jian's eyes flew open. It felt as if the reason that had vanished clocked her on the head and told her to get a grip.

Did I show how long I've been starving and act greedy? Does he hate women who come on too strong? She rolled her eyes toward him, checking.

The face that always wore an easy smile had gone quite stiff.

Damn it. I blew it.

"Um... hey, was I too fast...?"

She was just opening her mouth to say something when her body was suddenly lifted and her vision swayed.

"Ah—ah..."

Held in Dou's arms, Jian was carried to the living-room sofa in an instant.