Mouth and Heart Entwined in Sin
Woo Je-hyeok's hand clamped around Woo-hee's chin, prying her lips open. He invaded the recesses of her mouth, hunting every corner. Lewd sounds spilled out of her, involuntary and unbidden.
His thick tongue devoured her saliva without mercy, gulping greedily, leaving no breath between them. The pleasure he injected was thick, overwhelming. Woo-hee felt her pulse spike, the thought of biting his hair flashing through her mind before she could stop it.
“Ah, that’s such a tease.”
Yet after letting her mouth run wild, he ended with something so ordinary. A low chuckle escaped her lips.
“Still not worth much.”
Je-hyeok’s face tightened with a frown, but mischief sparkled in his eyes. It was as if he was commenting on the kiss they had just shared. The way he tossed those words around like jokes made him amusing. Woo-hee matched his energy and shot back.
“Should we practice some more?”
“What?”
“Kissing.”
“With whom?”
“Anyone.”
“Anyone?”
Je-hyeok repeated her words, then twisted his lips into a grin. His expression twisted with something dark. The strange thrill of having crafted that look for him struck Woo-hee like a needle to the chest.
But he quickly smoothed his face and spoke casually.
“Why? Go ahead and call that lawyer again.”
“…I would, but who throws away their business card?”
“What kind of bastard threw it away? Shin Woo-yeon is looking so disappointed.”
Je-hyeok’s reply was oddly smooth for someone who was supposed to be trash. Woo-hee felt her mood sour again.
She finally understood why hunger had clawed at her all day. It was all because of Woo Je-hyeok. He drained her strength just by speaking.
Woo-hee had nothing left to say, so she bit her lip. She stared at him instead, then changed the subject.
“By the way, who is Choi Mun-gyu?”
“Why bring up another bastard’s name when you came all this way?”
“Mr. Woo Je-hyeok gave me the name.”
“You didn’t even need to remember it.”
“Apparently he books a room under that name when he brings a woman here.”
“So you’re jealous?”
Je-hyeok’s twisted lips relaxed at that moment.
According to Sukju’s investigation, Choi Mun-gyu had been Je-hyeok’s longtime secretary. She had asked only because she wanted to pretend she didn’t know.
What provoked his jealousy was his arrogance and her willingness to feel it.
“Do you know anything that’s really trash?”
Je-hyeok burst out laughing in surprise. Then his gaze darkened, eyes filled with something strange, as if he had seen something odd.
Woo-hee was used to that look from Woo Je-hyeok now. It was not a bad sign. Every time he wore that expression, his interest in her deepened.
“If you hate trash, go back. I won’t hold you.”
He suddenly pulled his hand from her waist and spread his arms wide, hooking them over the wingchair’s armrests. The arrogant jut of his chin and the relaxed sprawl of his posture dared her to leave.
Woo-hee nearly tumbled, but Je-hyeok did not catch her.
He had dragged her here on a whim. Now he was ordering her out on a whim. She wanted to leave too. She could walk away if she decided. Yet she did not. She bit her lip hard and said,
“…If you’re going to hold me.”
“What?”
“You’re going to hold me if I leave.”
“Who said that?”
“You.”
“Why would I bother holding a one-night stand?”
“Your face is the one that says you’re dying to be with me right now.”
It was a lie. He had plenty of substitutes, and his face had never looked that way for her.
Je-hyeok laughed at her careless remark. Then he stared at her as if he had seen something mysterious. Whether it was amusement or annoyance, the feeling remained unclear.
She looked both interesting and troublesome. It was the look of someone unsure what to do with her.
But he still showed no intention of letting her go. The light in his eyes wanted to dig deeper into her.
“Right.”
Je-hyeok’s eyes glowed with a sinister gleam after he finished thinking.
“You’re caught.”
He lifted his upper body and leaned over her. He wrapped his arms tenderly around her waist and grabbed the back of her neck.
“If you know, stop talking and let me open you up?”
Je-hyeok asked in a surprisingly gentle voice. The natural chill radiating from his face, which was clearly aching to take her, made her stay still.
His thumb pushed past her sealed lips. Though it was only a thumb, its pressure was fierce. A thick, firm finger swept across the delicate membrane inside her mouth.
Yet when Woo-hee refused to part her lips, his dimples deepened. But the smile was fleeting. The pressure on his thumb began to build.
“Open your mouth.”
His large hand covered her neck. She had not even answered when Je-hyeok spread her legs wide, turned her body to face him, and thrust his tongue into her mouth without hesitation.
His leg slipped between hers. With her neck gripped, her breath was stolen away.
Like prey facing a predator, Woo-hee instinctively shrank. Je-hyeok twisted his head and stretched his tongue deep into the back of her throat.
Every time he licked, it felt as if her very soul was being pulled. The movements were rough, but the pleasure that welled from the tip of his tongue was not pain.
He was skilled with his tongue. He knew exactly where to touch and how.
Her head spun, warm heat flooding her body. The dizzying feeling of being caught up in Woo Je-hyeok’s tongue was confusing.
She feared he would scold her for being mediocre and simply abandon her again.
This time she wrapped her arms around his neck. She rubbed her tongue against his like he had taught her. Je-hyeok let out a lazy moan and pulled his lips away just a little.
“You know how to use your tongue.”
It was praise she had not asked for. The way he evaluated her felt nasty.
Do it yourself. She swallowed the words. Instead she bit his lower lip hard and sucked it in. Je-hyeok seemed to enjoy even that as part of the act.
Soon her mouth was filled with his tongue again. Wet, obscene sounds began to fill the room. This time Woo-hee also sucked his thick tongue whole.
At first she had only wanted to prove she was not inferior to Je-hyeok, but at some point her tongue was swirling wildly with his. He was truly, truly skilled at kissing.
Desire surged within her. She wanted to break him once. She wanted to grab his dark, tempting hair, tear at everything about him, and return the humiliation she had suffered.
That impulse moved her. His moans grew rougher. Woo-hee raised her arms and wrapped them around his head. She tilted her head and pushed her tongue deeper into his mouth. From that moment, no thought remained.
His thick tongue plunged into her throat like a snake. His clothes were rumpled carelessly. Something much larger than before pressed against her groin.
It had grown even bigger. It couldn’t be a hallucination. While they continued kissing, Je-hyeok pulled down the remaining stockings and removed her panties. His large hand gripped her thigh, sending a chill down her spine. Woo-hee pushed him away and turned her head.
“How much do you want?”
Woo-hee’s chest heaved as she caught her breath. He pulled her close again and kissed her lips ravenously.
“Isn’t this what you wanted?”
“……”
“Cleanliness between us is good.”
At that moment, a decision took root inside Woo-hee. Which side would she choose— the woman who craved money or the woman who fell in love?
“I don’t want money, though.”
It was her natural mischievous nature. If he expected a woman who begged for money, Woo-hee wanted to mimic the opposite.
“You said you were curious about having sex with Mr. Woo Je-hyeok.”
“What about it?”
“What it would feel like to sleep with a man like this.”
“Ah, you said you liked me.”
He still looked doubtful. Woo-hee nodded, feeling her pride sting at the thought of denying it in words. But Je-hyeok seemed even more amused by her reaction.
“How good am I?”
She had chosen wrong. She should have pretended to want money. But regret came too late. Je-hyeok stroked her chin with his fingertips.
“Enough to keep appearing in my dreams.”
“Believe me.”
“I don’t need to believe you.”
“No, I’ll make you believe. Keep going.”
“What…?”
“It’s fun to pretend we’re madly in love while we do it anyway.”
He spoke as if he had never done such a thing before.
Woo-hee’s mind wandered to Jang Ha-rin again. What was it about this man that made her fall so deeply in love?
“Keep going.”
It was amusing to retract words she had already spoken. Woo-hee recalled the praises Ha-rin had given Je-hyeok. She wove them into her memory like worn-out rags.
“Graceful and strong in every gesture. Looks cold usually, but gentle when smiling. A nice voice. Broad shoulders, always refined in anything he does…”
Je-hyeok picked up his head and laughed in disbelief.
“Should I do more?”
“Yes, do more.”
“…Just being with you makes my chest tremble. Gentle, mannerly, thoughtful.”
“You’re making me tired of it.”
Woo-hee was speechless and shot him a look. But Je-hyeok ignored her gaze as if it were nothing.
“I was joking. I’m not tired of it.”
Je-hyeok replied calmly and kissed her cheek.