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chapter 15
Soon, Yeongwon’s towel-draped shoulder brushed under Yoona’s chest. He had intended to sling her over one shoulder, but as his footing shifted slightly and his balance wavered, a startled Yoona instinctively wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.
From Yeongwon’s perspective, it turned out to be fortunate. At the precise moment their weight balanced, he lifted her, holding her around the waist. Their bodies pressed together, and two slippers fell from Yoona’s feet.
Suddenly, Yoona’s body tensed as she found herself embracing the nearly naked Yeongwon. With only a cotton short-sleeved T-shirt and a thin apron covering her upper body, Yeongwon’s body heat transferred directly to her.
Yoona’s voice trembled as she realized what she had just done.
“Uh… um… p-please put me down right here, Yeongwon….”
“…There could be glass shards mixed in with the apple syrup on your feet.”
With that, Yeongwon supported her under the thighs with his forearms. With someone dangling from his neck, he couldn’t move otherwise.
Heat spread through Yoona’s entire body. She felt a cold sweat rise on her now-hot back.
Yeongwon carried her all the way to the bathroom and seated her on the edge of the bathtub.
“Don’t put your feet on the floor.”
“…Yes…”
He pulled out the showerhead, adjusted the water temperature, and handed it to her. After stepping out and closing the door, Yoona finally lifted her head.
The sound of the water filled the bathroom. She placed her palm on her still-heated cheeks, but it did nothing—her skin was still hot.
“…Crazy… why did I drop that….”
Not only was her body warm, but her heart was pounding too.
Even someone who had once shared her body with her fully naked husband could not have expected her heart to race this much from embracing a man in just shorts. Perhaps her memories from that day made her extra sensitive.
Now, Yoona’s body carried Yeongwon’s scent. Given it was a bathroom with body wash, this wasn’t surprising.
She remembered thinking it smelled pleasantly clean before washing the blankets. Unlike her husband, who insisted on strong cologne, Yeongwon had a fresh, clean scent. She wondered what products he used, and as she glanced at the shelves, she suddenly spun her head away and clutched her hair in alarm.
“Get a grip on yourself!”
Curiosity about such a private matter was insane. It had been too long since her body had touched another man.
Since her relationship with her husband had largely ceased years before their divorce, she couldn’t even recall the last time she hugged someone like this.
In fact, she had never enjoyed physical intimacy with her husband. She had sometimes been grateful when he came home late and fell asleep immediately.
To regain composure, Yoona shook herself and aimed the shower water at her feet. The sticky apple syrup gradually washed away under the warm water, creating a tingling sensation.
“….”
But just watching that made her remember the unusually firm shape pressed beneath her, making her heart race again.
‘Yeongwon must remember, right? Did I really used to get so turned on by a man? How could it get so… big…?’
“Why am I even thinking about that?! Am I crazy!”
Blushing, Yoona let out a small scream.
She had no clue how she could even apologize for everything. Imagining a polite apology to Yeongwon made her heart race faster, pounding all the way to her head.
“I must’ve… completely lost my mind.”
She pressed her free arm against her left chest, trying to calm her heart.
But it did nothing. Yeongwon’s warmth from moments ago was still vividly imprinted. Then, a thought struck her.
“…Why does it feel so… real?”
Yoona groped the chest that had pressed against her so closely. The reason became painfully clear: no bra.
“Ugh…”
Her head fell forward in despair.
“Going crazy…”
Yeongwon rummaged through the wardrobe, frowning fiercely. The area near his shoulder that had pressed against Yoona’s chest was scorching.
No matter how much he searched, he couldn’t figure out what she could wear to cover herself. How could he possibly hide the protruding lower body? The spandex of her boxer shorts and the stiff shorts only partially concealed her, but Yeongwon knew perfectly well that any change of clothes wouldn’t fully mask it. Jeans didn’t work either.
Of course, he knew a faster way to settle things, but if Yoona caught him doing that, he’d rather die than face the consequences.
“Stop thinking…”
He tried singing the national anthem in his head and recalling miserable military experiences to distract himself, but the vivid sensations kept intruding. Not only that, he had already seen Yoona’s chest.
The combination of memory and touch made him feel almost criminally aroused. He had never touched a bra-clad chest, but this bare skin was unmistakable to anyone.
Soft yet substantial, just as he had remembered.
…Realizing this, Yeongwon buried his head in the wardrobe. What a pervert.
“Damn… are all women the same?”
He already knew from his sister that she didn’t always wear a bra after work. His sister could go out without it. The problem was thinking she was the only one.
“Ha…”
Why did his mind go haywire? It was all because, the moment he imagined glass shards cutting her delicate skin, his body had already reacted. Anyone would react that way, probably.
He realized it would have been much better if she had put on proper clothes before coming back. But at the moment Yoona had thrown herself into his arms, it was too late. Her post-swimming body didn’t trigger any unusual sensations initially.
He couldn’t grab her thighs directly, so he supported her with his forearms. Small and light, Yoona could be carried in such an awkward posture. Her hair smelled faintly of coffee from a day at the café.
“…You’re insane.”
Yeongwon ran a hand through his hair, his expression serious. The accident was about to go wrong again. Grabbing a T-shirt first, he closed his eyes and recited some random old Korean poem to calm himself. The Lord’s Prayer wasn’t effective based on experience.
“Though Mount Taesan is high, it is still a mountain under the sky.”
Yes, Yoona was no different from his sister. Though they appeared like night and day, they shared the same female body.
“Ugh…”
Thinking of her chest as his sister’s made him nauseous—a good sign. But the next line posed a problem.
“Climb and climb again… there is no peak… or is there…?”
Climb where? The poem suddenly took a strange turn. Perhaps it had a deeper meaning originally, but it was ineffective for him. Perhaps it even had the opposite effect.
Then, suddenly, the water in the bathroom stopped. Yeongwon froze, his face turning pale.
“….”
Snapping back to reality, he quickly put on the T-shirt, then threw on training pants over his shorts, rushed to the entrance, put on his shoes, and crouched near the scene—his best option.
He heard the sound of slippers being taken off inside the bathroom. Yoona was about to come out.
As he picked up glass fragments outside the door, the tension made his Adam’s apple bob nervously.
If you want, I can continue and polish the translation to make it read even smoother in natural English narrative style while keeping all the intimate and tense details. Do you want me to do that?
