I Want Jin Ye-seo

“I’ve been waiting with patience far greater than money.”

His gaze darkened further as he let the words spill out in a sinister voice.

“Waiting for Jin Jae-hwan not to give up his daughter over a mere ten billion won.”

Ye-seo’s eyes froze solid at the bizarre, unbelievable sound of it.

Just now… what did he say?

Not waiting for him to give her up?

“And waiting for him never to show his face in front of me again.”

Her heart felt ready to burst straight out of her chest. When the second half of the sentence landed, she couldn’t even cling to the hope that she had misheard.

“Why…?”

“You can’t understand?”

The shoulder caught in his grip trembled violently. His hold only grew tighter, more stifling by the second.

“I’ve been waiting for nothing but the day you become mine as soon as possible.”

He tore his mouth into a shameless grin and barked the words with pure wickedness.

“I want Jin Ye-seo.”

Ye-seo could no longer react at all. Inside her motionless mind, only the shocking words Do Kang-hyun had spat kept floating endlessly. Of every sentence she had ever heard in her life, this was the one that made the least sense.

How… since when did it become like this? She had known about his advances, and she had thought them stranger and stranger with time. But to give up ten billion won just to have her?

Kang-hyun looked down at the dazed, frozen Ye-seo and slid one arm around her waist. The sudden closeness was far more intimate than when he had only held her shoulder; she flinched hard and tried to twist free.

He only cinched her waist tighter and stepped in. Ye-seo was forced backward two paces before she stopped cold—her back had hit the wall.

Pinned front and back with nowhere to go, a fiercer tension flooded her eyes. Her heart hammered so fast she grew short of breath.

Kang-hyun could feel the frantic rise and fall of her chest against him. He dipped his head a long way down toward Ye-seo, so much smaller than himself.

With their bodies pressed together and his eyes suddenly right in front of her nose, she wanted to jerk her face away in shock. But against the solid wall there was nowhere to go.

Kang-hyun simply watched her with open pleasure—trapped in the space he had created, a mouse in a jar with no escape. Even if the space between his own legs had grown uncomfortably tight.

It had started the instant her warmth and body touched his, and it was getting harder and harder to control.

The restless woman fidgeting in his arms only made it worse; he felt as though he might lose every last shred of restraint.

Even I can see I’m a crazy bastard, Kang-hyun thought. He had already spilled the truth—that he wanted her, not the ten billion—so of course he was running even more openly wild.

Looking at her face from less than a handspan away, those already moist eyes seemed on the verge of tears, glittering with unusual brilliance.

Kang-hyun caught her chin with one hand and lifted it. Forced to tip her face up, her pitch-black pupils had no choice but to meet his.

The moment their eyes locked, the urge to kiss her right then surged even stronger. Yet the look on her face—as if she might collapse any second—told him he had better hold back for now.

He thought of Daphne fleeing from Apollo. Seeing her tremble like this.

Kang-hyun smirked to himself alone.

Don’t turn into a tree, Ye-seo. I need to hold you while you’re still this soft.

Ye-seo’s eyes, chin still caught in his grip, suddenly flew wider. The man’s hot lips had settled on her forehead.

Instead of her mouth, Kang-hyun pressed his lips to her brow and stayed there without moving. In his arms, Ye-seo’s rigid eyelids reddened and began to grow wet.

Unaware of the tears, Kang-hyun kept his mouth against her forehead and closed his eyes. It was a fragrant, smooth forehead. Without lifting his lips he called her name in a low voice.

“Ye-seo….”

Then he drew back and whispered against her silent ear.

“You’re so beautiful it makes waiting hard.”

By the time he held her and spoke those words, his body—already aroused to its absolute limit—had reached the breaking point. When Kang-hyun finally unwrapped his arms and looked at the dazed Ye-seo, the tears pooled in her eyes spilled over with a soft plink.

Freed from his hold, Ye-seo’s gaze lifted to him. As her eyes rose, another teardrop fell with another soft plink.

Those enormous eyes had been holding a whole reservoir of tears. Looking up at him with those glittering wet orbs, she pushed him past what his body could endure; at last Kang-hyun stepped fully away from her, retreating a full pace.

“Fuck….”

Staring at Ye-seo left behind like a specimen pinned to the white wall, Kang-hyun chewed out the curse on a heavy sigh. In the end he simply turned on his heel and walked out of the studio.

Downstairs, Kang-hyun headed straight for the bathroom attached to his room. From the hallway onward he was already yanking his T-shirt off in a rush; he entered the bathroom bare-chested and undid the button of his pants.

The moment every last scrap of clothing hit the floor, the liberation of the desire that had been caged inside him washed over him. He stepped into the shower stall and cranked the water to its strongest pressure.

But his overexcited body still refused to settle. In the end Kang-hyun had to take care of it himself.

“Ha, fuck.”

This is exactly why I’ve been trying not to touch that woman whenever possible. We haven’t even kissed yet, and just brushing against her body ramps me up this far.

Same thing last time when I caught her in that open shower gown. And again now.

Just because I don’t fully own the woman who caused all this yet, I can’t even hold out and have to relieve myself alone like some immature kid. I’m not some brat who can’t control his testosterone.

She was a woman with a small frame and a soft, willowy waist, yet full, generous breasts. The sensation of them crushing against his upper body when he held her was still vivid.

Those tear-filled eyes that looked ready to spill at the lightest touch, the white, fine cheeks that slid like silk—each of them flooded his senses in turn.

“Jin Ye-seo….”

There were still so many places he hadn’t touched, so much of her he hadn’t experienced yet; the sensory memories were really only fragments.

And yet he could get this hard? Enough stimulation, even just that, to drive him all the way to climax.

Ye-seo. You keep turning me into a perverted bastard.

In the studio Do Kang-hyun had left, the music still flowed without pause. Ye-seo, who had remained leaning against the wall, slowly wiped her tears and pushed herself away from it.

She trudged over, switched off the music, and in the deathly silence sat down in front of her painting once more. As if nothing had happened, she even picked up brush and palette.

She had sat down out of sheer stubbornness, but actually working was impossible. With reddened eyes she stared at the canvas.

Only a little while ago the faces of her friends and Eun-chan had hovered above the surface; now every trace of their presence had vanished without a remnant, leaving only… Do Kang-hyun. Do Kang-hyun.

Ye-seo squeezed her eyes shut hard, as if to erase his image. A moment later she opened them again, realized she could not empty him out just yet, and began to move the brush. Along with every stroke of the brush, her thoughts flowed.

So… Do Kang-hyun wants me intensely. It was only me he wanted. All the confusing time has ended, and everything has settled into place like this.

At first I thought he was just toying with the daughter of the thief who ran off with ten billion—mocking her, laughing at her, treating her like a plaything. The ungrateful traitor’s daughter, so of course she was easy to push around.

Even when he threw those strange remarks that might have been advances, I thought the same. I wondered whether the expressions he showed so casually could possibly be coming from honest intention.

Then, from the moment he forced Deputy Manager Choi Yeon-jun’s transfer to the provinces, a chill ran down my spine. What if this man wasn’t joking—what if it was real?

I kept denying it to myself, but unfortunately even I can feel it clearly now. Just how enormous Do Kang-hyun’s desire for me really is.

Ye-seo skipped dinner the night before as well and never came down from the second floor. When Mrs. An could stand it no longer and brought up some porridge late at night, Ye-seo only stirred it a few times before leaving it.

Night passed that way, and even when Sunday morning arrived Ye-seo still did not appear.

Kang-hyun wanted to force-feed her if he had to, but just as Jin Ye-seo herself had said, she was not yet his; he could not go that far already.

Once you’re completely mine, Jin Ye-seo, I’ll really—

Kang-hyun had canceled every Sunday appointment and remained at the villa. Since he was stuck at home anyway, he planned to work in the study and keep a quiet eye on Jin Ye-seo.

He had already received the report that Mrs. An had just taken her toast and milk. He had wanted to see Ye-seo’s face the moment he woke, but fearing she would hate the sight of him after yesterday, he had sent Mrs. An instead. Still, if she failed to eat properly this morning as well, he intended to go up himself at lunch.

She’s acting like this because she doesn’t want to become mine, but it’s unavoidable, so she’d better get used to it. There’s no way she won’t be mine, so what choice is there, Jin Ye-seo?

Just then the phone lying beside him vibrated. The caller was Yoon Tae-seok. Kang-hyun answered at once.

“Yes.”

The voice was composed, yet urgent for Yoon Tae-seok. Kang-hyun’s lips curved upward in a satisfied arc.

“Bring it to me right now.”