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Chapter 31
Han-gyeol pulled Somang up onto the bed and sat her between his legs.
A faint soap scent lingered on her body fresh out of the shower, and the arms and legs peeking out from her short-sleeved pajamas were pale and slim.
Honestly, she looked like someone he could swallow whole with a single gulp.
“Not marriage?”
Disappointed, Han-gyeol brushed his hand over her bare, soft face without makeup and tucked the loose baby hairs behind her ear.
“N… no. Dating.”
Her voice was barely audible, trembling lightly.
“That’s harsh.”
After doing everything together—well, maybe not everything yet—
His greedy eyes traveled slowly: from her cute toes to her round knees, then from her arms up to the nape of her neck.
By the time his gaze reached her lips, Somang’s neck was flushed red. It looked like a drop of bright red paint would fall if he squeezed her.
All he was doing was looking at her, yet Somang nervously fiddled with the hem of her shirt, unable to figure out what to do. It drove him insane with affection.
When he asked about marriage, she would always say she was “still reviewing it—stop rushing me,” acting all prim.
And then she even added another rule:
5. No rushing.
She was going to drive him crazy.
They could be walking down the virgin road today, and now she’d created an extra hurdle called “dating.”
“I should’ve just married you right away.”
“I need to check if we can date properly before we get married.”
“A test?”
He cupped her soft cheeks in both hands and rubbed his sharp nose against hers. The warmth of his skin and her delicate breath brushing his philtrum were sweet.
He wasn’t the man who begged and cried at the airport for marriage anymore, she said, drawing a clear line—then even did something cutesy with Park Min-chan just to mess with him.
Han-gyeol opened his mouth and gently bit her cheek, careful not to hurt her.
“God… Baek Somang.”
At this rate, he wouldn’t survive to old age.
His curved lips traced kisses down her cheek and onto her neck.
“W-Wait! I said we’re dating!”
“Mm. We are dating.”
The hands gently holding her face slid down slowly, tickling her waist. The movement was as smooth and natural as the lazy smile on his face.
“This isn’t what I had in mind…”
Han-gyeol’s kisses spread greedily over every bit of exposed skin.
Caught under his rapid-fire kisses, Somang’s body gave way little by little.
“It’s not a little different.”
Saying the rest with his eyes—It’s very different—Han-gyeol lifted her hips and sat her on top of his thigh.
“Ah!”
Startled, Somang covered her mouth with both hands, eyes wide. Sitting on his thigh wasn’t new, but doing it on a bed was the problem.
And the pressure nudging her backside made cold sweat break out.
The sensual duality of saying he would “teach her slowly what dating meant” was nothing like the upright, wholesome Yoo Han-gyeol she had liked.
“Don’t think too hard.”
His gentle voice and breath brushing her ear were overly sweet.
This was the upright Yoo Han-gyeol she knew.
“O-Oppa, I’m going to die.”
But the look in his eyes—piercing her—was overly indecent.
This was a version of Yoo Han-gyeol she had never seen.
Unable to handle the heat pouring off him, Somang covered her face with both hands.
“You weren’t like this before.”
“Somang… I’ve always been like this.”
Han-gyeol pressed his lips to the backs of her hands, urging her to move them away.
It was cute, the way he silently asked to see her face—but the pressure beneath her wasn’t cute at all.
Consumed only by the thought of escaping, Somang placed her hand on his thigh.
“—!”
She snatched her hand back instantly at the blunt, long shape pressing through the fabric.
“S-Sorry! It wasn’t on purpose.”
Even though she’d barely touched it, the heat and dampness she’d felt for a split second didn’t fade easily.
Her heart should’ve been pounding in her chest, but it felt like it was beating right in her palm.
She couldn’t wipe her now-sinful hand on her shirt, but holding it still felt awkward—so it hovered uselessly in the air.
“Do you want to just touch it today?”
Today.
That obvious hint that next time wouldn’t end with touching made her slender neck stiffen.
Reading her thoughts, Han-gyeol’s eyes curved with a smile. He didn’t even try to hide his lust in front of her anymore.
“You should get used to it.”
He gently took her hand and guided it downward. Her hand stopped just slightly off from his center.
Somang exhaled shakily and looked up at his expression.
His lips were curved in a gentle smile that clearly said, I’ll let you off today.
“Now that we’re dating, you’ll be seeing him often.”
His tone was so casual—like he was introducing her to an old friend—that Somang finally surrendered.
His neat smile made him look like a student introducing himself on the first day of school: Let’s get along well.
She almost nodded back.
Sure.
“…See him my foot!”
Barely hanging onto reason, Somang slapped his opposite thigh. It didn’t even hurt, yet Han-gyeol pretended to be in pain, making him look infuriatingly seductive.
If she stayed here any longer, she’d be bewitched by this fox and hand over her liver and gallbladder too.
She wanted to ask how someone could have such a virtuous face and such sinful behavior, but she couldn’t.
Because she, too, wasn’t completely innocent—
She secretly regretted that she’d only brushed against his “other self.”
When she tried to stand up, Han-gyeol spread his arms to block her.
Right then, the door lock beeped. Somang bolted out of the room calling for Siwon.
“O-Oppa! S-Siwon oppa!”
Watching her flee with her hair flying, Han-gyeol’s face bloomed with a grin.
“When am I going to eat you up, Baek Somang.”
The sweet scent she left behind filled the room. Smiling to himself, Han-gyeol got up and headed to the bathroom.
The stiff “center” he had wasn’t going to calm down easily tonight.
“Oppa! Why are you home so late!”
Somang scolded Siwon out of nowhere as soon as she saw him.
Whether he came late or not didn’t matter normally—but today had been really dangerous.
“Why are you coming out of Han-gyeol’s room?”
Siwon waved lazily, massaging his neck as if annoyed.
Somang sputtered, unable to think of an excuse quickly.
“You…”
Siwon squinted at her and circled around her suspiciously, stroking his chin.
“Wh-What! Why are you looking at me like that!”
“You didn’t steal something from Han-gyeol’s room, did you?”
“Here, look.”
He grabbed her shoulders and spun her around once.
“I didn’t steal anything!”
Only after she emptied her pockets and even shook out the dust did his suspicion fade.
“Woof! Woof!”
Both Siwon and Somang turned their heads at the barking.
“G-Gamja!”
Seeing her bedroom door wide open, Somang rushed inside.
Inside, Gamja had rummaged through her closet and was busy chasing a roll of toilet paper across the floor.
“Gamjaaaa!”
Frantic, Somang rolled up the unravelled paper, gathered the scattered clothes and letters on the floor, and shoved them together.
It looked like the heart-shaped box she shoved into the storage room earlier had been knocked over.
Most of the letters inside were ones she had never managed to give Han-gyeol, so she kept glancing at the door as she picked them up.
“What is it? Did Gamja pee?”
Siwon asked, wondering if he needed to bring a mop.
“N-No! It’s fine! Go to bed!”
“Fine, fine. I’m going.”
His footsteps turned away.
Somang sighed in relief and moved her hands even faster.
How much did I like him…
[Oppa, you’re such an upright person.
The way you walk is upright, the way you sit is upright—
You’re perfect ♥
But why are you friends with Siwon oppa?
Siwon oppa can’t even sit properly…
He’s like wet seaweed lol]
The letter fluttered down, and Somang snorted.
“Upright? My foot. He’s the most indecent man alive.”
You really misjudged him, Baek Somang.
Scolding her past self, Somang closed the box without hesitation and flopped onto her bed.
Scrolling her phone, giggling mindlessly, she didn’t notice the robot vacuum sliding under the bed.
With a whirr, its foldable robot arm extended, picked up a sky-blue piece of paper, and whisked it away.
And just like that, another embarrassing piece of history began—unnoticed—as night quietly passed.
