Insanity's Embrace
Tae-yeon's body, now swallowed by the climax, continued to tremble with small convulsions, every jolt sending ripples of pleasure through her. Hyun-seo's eyes, dark with satisfaction as he watched, held a quiet satisfaction.
“Now that's one time.”
But her eyes remained tightly closed, as if she had already slipped into sleep.
“It's just the beginning, Min Dae-ri.”
Shaking her face gently, he watched her eyes flutter open once more. Before she could react, his lips found hers again.
“If you're going to stir someone up, you should finish properly, right? I agreed to pay for a full job.”
He flipped her onto her back, replaced the condom with swift efficiency, then gripped her waist and lifted her hips.
“Min Tae-yeon-ssi. Min Dae-ri.”
She didn't move no matter how he called her, only turning her pretty face to the side. Rubbing that flawless cheek against the sheets looked like a heat-struck puppy—endearingly so. When he bit her cheek, her eyes shot open in surprise.
Her soft flesh had turned a deep red. Yet the heat of their newly begun coupling made Hyun-seo's own desire stiffen hard against her. He guided the tip to her entrance and thrust in with a single, powerful stroke.
“Ugh…”
Her moan grew louder with the sound, her small frame shaking as the pleasure radiating from her delicate body felt different. Perhaps tonight needed to end this time. After so long without release, the dam had finally burst.
‘Why did I have to touch her? We were keeping our distance so well.’
Holding her waist from behind, he thrust upward with fierce force.
“Endure well, Min Dae-ri. Since I'm enjoying myself, I'll make sure to settle the bill properly tomorrow.”
“Yes… yes…”
Before she could even answer, he began driving into her again and again from behind.
Tae-yeon clutched the bedsheets with both hands and rubbed her face against them, yet soft, mixed moans kept pouring from her lips like a song. Because of this woman who pleasured even her ears, tonight truly promised to leave her utterly spent.
***
When Tae-yeon woke the next morning, bright sunlight poured deep into the room. She had no idea where she was or what time it was. Then the memory of the wedding hit her.
That's right. They had gotten married, and this was a hotel room.
Without realizing it, her eyes snapped shut. An image of a wildly naked man and woman tangled together flashed before her. She shot them open wide, gasping. The messy night from yesterday left her shocked as she sat up.
Pulling back the sheet, she examined her curled body. Vibrant marks covered her everywhere. The sheets around them were a disaster—wrinkled condoms thrown in a pile, even used tissues with their makeup smudged.
“Hah! Have I gone crazy?”
She glanced around, but she was alone. Not a single part of her body didn't ache. Tae-yeon stood up and scanned the floor, grinding her teeth as she shoved the scattered condom wrappers with her foot. What on earth had happened?
Choi Hyun-seo was nowhere to be seen. That much was fortunate. If she had opened her eyes to face him with this appearance, what would she have done?
Heading toward the living room, she found the room-service food beautifully laid out on the table. It looked like he had ordered it before leaving.
She couldn't remember how or why it had happened. Instead, the one-night stand with him from so long ago remained crystal clear in her mind, while yesterday felt hazy.
“Things like this can happen when life unfolds.”
It was in the past anyway, so she should simply accept it and move on. But suddenly, the voice from her memories spoke up.
“I'll give you the money.”
“You think I'll take money from you?”
“Satisfy me.”
“Do you honestly believe you can earn so much money that you can spend it on a fancy man at night?”
What did that mean? She had said she would give money?
He must be insane. Insane in a refined way—threatening his boss with money, acting like he was the employer!
Wanting to erase every trace of what had happened, she headed to the bathroom. Standing under the cool shower, she deliberately chose a refreshing temperature.
The more she looked, the more he had left marks—bitten, sucked, devoured. Her nipples were bright red and swollen, and the insides of her thighs felt embarrassingly raw. After showering, she slipped into her robe, wrapped a towel around her hair, and returned to the living room.
There was no trace of him anywhere. Even though they had married, he was busy with work and had a child, so he had simply said they would stay in the hotel for just two days. After that, he had gone to work.
Now that she thought about it, the morning after their one-night stand had been just like this. He had apparently slipped away without leaving any trace. That night had been unforgettable for her, but perhaps it was just another forgettable one for him.
“So he hasn't said a single word until now.”
She felt anew that between them, nothing existed beyond the contract.
“Yes, raising Yun-woo is my job. But what about last night? Well, I did buy that man. So how much do I owe him?”
Tae-yeon sighed and sat at the table, opening the covered dishes. He had ordered a lot of food.
“How am I supposed to eat all of this?”
Sighing, she took a bite of the omelette to gather strength. Every inch of her body still hurt. She had spent a passionate night, but perhaps she had drunk too much—nothing remained clear in her mind.
In the end, it had been a night where her body had frozen, leaving only physical pleasure. She hadn't even expected a first night like this, so maybe it was a good thing after all?
‘Had Choi Hyun-seo crossed over to her? No. No, she had to calm down.’
She took another bite of the omelette. Its soft, tender taste made her hungry. While chewing the orange salad, she realized multiple climaxes had passed. After all, there were more than four condoms piled on the floor.
‘Was he a person or an animal? He looked so composed on the outside.’
Tae-yeon murmured while chewing the salad.
“Speaking of which, when will he come back? What if he sees my face like this!”
She remembered calling her “Min Dae-ri” or “Min Tae-yeon” during the sex, but she simply sat on the sofa, eyes closed.
One year ago, her mother's dialysis had drained her savings. On top of that, interest on the loans she had taken out earlier made working at the company barely enough. So she started working at a wine bar through an acquaintance.
She had only planned to last six months to pay off the debt, but it had been much harder than expected.
Although tiring, the money coming in was steady, and she had endured the six months with sheer determination. That day had been her final shift, the last day she would fill the quota.
That was when Choi Hyun-seo had walked in. Choi Hyun-seo, the successor of the Miwoo Group.
She had only seen him in person once at work. The first time she spotted him in a promotional photo, she had fallen for him at first sight. Then, when she saw him entering the company lobby from afar, she had fallen for him a second time.
He was a man so high she could barely look up at him. Yet he hadn't left her mind. She had always thought she had no ideal type of man, but after meeting him, she understood.
My ideal type is a man like Choi Hyun-seo!
She had thought that, then forgotten it. No matter how much she claimed to love celebrities, they were like stars in the sky. Choi Hyun-seo had been a star to Tae-yeon—a man she secretly loved in ideal, heart-pounding fashion.
But on her last shift at the wine bar, Choi Hyun-seo had appeared alone. He sat sipping wine and fruit appetizers. For some reason, she had wanted to do something for him.
Wasn't that proper etiquette for someone with a long, secret crush?
She wanted to deliver something while giving him one small act of kindness he wouldn't know about. Later, she could console herself that she had at least expressed her feelings once.
Quietly, she placed a cocktail in front of him.
“Manhattan? You didn't order that.”
When his deep, low voice spoke, she had deliberately made hers brighter.
“It's a gift from me. You're my ideal type.”
Treating her as a complete stranger, Choi Hyun-seo had stared at her with wide eyes. That gaze she could never forget. Without a word, he drained the cocktail and set the glass down, then asked her.
“Then what should I do for you?”
Her heart had pounded wildly. After tonight, she would never return to this bar. Of course, he probably wouldn't come looking for her again, but the timing was madness!
She had pushed her racing heart down and braced herself, saying,
“Well… would you like to spend tonight together?”
At that moment, she had either been bewitched by magic or completely insane—one of the two.