The Relentless Lust
So this was the man she had dreamed of even in her sleep. Choi Hyun-seo, right there in front of her, sober and fully aware of who he was. He had kissed her. Still.
Even when he suddenly leaned in during the moment she was picking out her wedding dress and tried to kiss her again, he had refrained. But now, in this situation, there was no denying what was happening.
Tae-yeon accepted his tongue, responding with a very passive motion of her own. Compared to his, her movements were almost imperceptible.
He turned her face at an angle and pushed his tongue deeper. Their bodies collided, and the hard, sculpted chest of Choi Hyun-seo pressed against the soft, smooth curves of Tae-yeon’s breasts.
In the tight embrace, her body involuntarily recoiled and hit the wall. Trapped between the solid wall and the even taller frame of Hyun-seo, Tae-yeon curled her shoulders inward at the firm pressure pressing into her lower belly.
He was rubbing against her relentlessly. The scorching heat radiating from his massively engorged body was seeping straight through to hers. The pulsing strength of a man—something no other explanation could match.
Tae-yeon drew in a sharp breath and tried to push back further, but there was nowhere left to go. His hand clamped down on her breast, and with a soft moan, her thighs parted.
The rigid muscle of his thighs slid between her legs, exactly stimulating the most sensitive spot. Those stone-hard thighs rubbed relentlessly against her, awakening places she hadn’t even realized existed. Her breathing began to stutter.
The heat spreading inside her made everything below grow slick. Hyun-seo showed no intention of stopping.
The day before the wedding, after three full months of each strictly maintaining their boundaries, the two of them had now crossed the line.
Choi Hyun-seo bit her earlobe and grabbed the back of her neck. His lower body continued its relentless rubbing, while the hand on her neck felt as if it might squeeze at any moment.
Her chin lifted as she accepted his lips, and for a fleeting second, Tae-yeon felt an almost unbearable climax wash over her. The body he was stimulating on top of his thighs trembled violently.
“Miss Min Tae-yeon. You should be very clear about what your role is.”
“Chairman.”
“You are not allowed to meet men before marriage. Be careful.”
Tae-yeon’s eyes widened in shock. His gaze was dark and intense.
Is this because of what happened yesterday? Compensation? Injured feelings? What nonsense.
Yet he looked down at her with regal superiority and repeated the words.
“Answer.”
The hand holding her throat, now panting, moved with a gentleness completely different from moments ago. That sensual hand traced her collarbones with fingertip after fingertip.
It couldn’t be called threatening, yet her breathing quickened in another way. Tae-yeon answered while her chin remained raised.
“Yes.”
“I like it.”
And their lips overlapped again. His hand slid entirely inside her shirt, gripping her bare breast. The direct skin-to-skin contact was far more intense than when he had claimed her through the fabric.
His thumb and index finger pinched her soft flesh, twisting slightly, and a moan escaped Tae-yeon’s lips.
‘How far is he planning to go?’
Tomorrow is our wedding day. Surely not today?
His gaze, unlike any other, left her body and soul both trembling with tension. The look that touched every inch of her stimulated them simultaneously. The moan that escaped her was involuntary.
Below her, she was already soaked beyond repair.
“Ah.”
And it wasn’t only her. When he rubbed harder, his hard desire pressing against her lower belly throbbed even more fiercely. From the moment it began to swell, she had known how large it was, but now it felt absurdly enormous.
Six months ago, on that night, she still clearly remembered how he had thrust deep between her legs with reckless hunger. But time had softened that vivid memory into vague imagination.
Thanks to that, the heavy mass of the body now pressing into her lower belly felt overwhelmingly huge. This moment was neither memory nor fantasy. In that sense, Tae-yeon shook her head, feeling as if her heart might burst.
“Chairman! Stop!”
“Stop what? We haven’t even started yet—what are you telling me to stop? So you’ll meet Shin Noel again tomorrow?”
The moment he said Noel’s name, Tae-yeon’s eyes widened in disbelief. Noel. He knew Noel’s name. How?
Looking into her eyes filled with doubt, he curled his lips into a sneer and his body pulled away.
“Why? Did you think I wouldn’t know? I’m not that naive. I assumed you wouldn’t have skipped any checks when you saved Yun-woo’s mother. We started from the right line, didn’t we? A man living in the same house, working at the same company. But there was something strange about that spot. This is where it ends.”
Choi Hyun-seo’s words left Tae-yeon speechless. Immediately, a wave of disgust swept through her entire body. She had chosen this ridiculous situation and signed the contract herself. But he had never offered her basic human dignity or thoughts.
No matter what he thought, she felt violated. He had insulted her—the very person she had hoped would feel jealousy moments ago.
“It’s disgusting. This isn’t what you’re thinking.” LTGT
“You know it isn’t. That’s why you agreed to marry. Remember this well. Don’t forget to sign the papers.”
In the end, you stamped your own feet yourself, he seemed to say as he walked out. Tae-yeon bit her lower lip hard and glared at him. But as if her reaction amused him, he gave her a cold, mocking smile and left. The chill he left behind after he had been heated was even colder.
After he was gone, Tae-yeon stayed there for a long time, catching her breath. Her panties were completely soaked. She threw them away and took a shower with hot water. The mark on her neck in the mirror would turn into a bruise tomorrow. Before the wedding… she thought.
* * *
The next day, the designer applying makeup whispered near her ear.
“Your groom seems to love you very much. You’re so lucky.”
Tae-yeon couldn’t say a word. The makeup artist smiled while dabbing foundation over the kiss mark on her neck. He was an uncontrollable man.
What on earth am I doing? An unspeakable fear, emptiness, and regret bubbled up inside her.
While sitting in the bridal waiting room, countless people came and went, praising how beautiful she was. Amid them, Cho-hee approached.
“Aigoo, you really are beautiful. Who would guess you’re a mother who’s given birth?”
Even when she handed over the invitation, Cho-hee had said she couldn’t believe it.
“You got pregnant and married? You’re asking me to believe that?”
She had shouted, but she still came. Seeing Yun-woo’s photo, she had called her too pretty, said that premarital pregnancy was rare, and even joked about making it into a solid marriage out of envy.
With such a straightforward, uncomplicated blessing, Tae-yeon had relaxed and decided to marry.
Cho-hee had not mentioned Noel at all. That was how much she trusted and respected her friend, her childhood friend, her brother.
“Cho-hee, you came.”
“Of course. You got pregnant with a child without telling me, but what can I do? We’ve been dating for a while.”
Cho-hee smiled and flicked her eyes, looking displeased. But Tae-yeon couldn’t chat long with her. Choi Pil-seung’s mother, Oh Jin-hee, had entered the room.
Jin-hee approached with a cold gaze. The hanbok she wore was luxurious, drawing every eye. The silk’s sheen made her look even more elegant.
“Welcome. Mother.”
“Please step outside?”
To Cho-hee beside her, she said. Cho-hee bowed and left the room without a word. The atmosphere in the bridal waiting room, now just the two of them, turned icy as if frozen.
Jin-hee stepped closer and spoke.
“I never expected you to come all the way to the wedding venue. As for Yun-woo, sure, but you… I really find it hard to accept.”
Tae-yeon remained silent, unable to say a word. Jin-hee continued.
“You know I’m the second wife. There are people who call me concubine. So I wanted my son to marry a daughter from a proper family.”
It was her usual repertoire. Exactly as she imagined. A line with no emotional weight, the kind that left no scratch on the heart. Especially since it wasn’t a marriage she had sacrificed for love. The blow was even less.
Yet Tae-yeon sat upright, as if wounded. Because she loved Choi Hyun-seo so much, she was playing the role of a daughter-in-law who would gladly accept her mother-in-law’s words.
“Don’t you think what I’m saying sounds like the truth?”
Seeing no reaction from Tae-yeon, Oh Jin-hee glared at her with eyes full of disgust. Was she angry because the words didn’t sound right, or was she displeased with the situation?