TBE 07

chapter 7

“W-wait…!”

Completely off guard, Yeongwon toppled forward and fell right on top of Yuna.

“Ahhn…”

As if she didn’t find him heavy at all, Yuna wrapped both arms and legs around him, hugging him tightly while letting out a pleased moan. She seemed to find his warmth comforting. With one foot still resting on the floor, she pulled Yeongwon closer into her arms, flat on the bed like a frog.

“…”

Yeongwon’s eyes began to tremble violently. Not only had he entered a woman’s home in the middle of the night, but he was now lying on her bed—no, worse, locked in a heated embrace with her.

His entire body felt like every cell was waking up, and to make things worse, she was letting out those kinds of moans. In the pitch-dark room, sealed off by blackout curtains, only Yuna’s soft, faint breaths could be heard.

Yeongwon’s face turned ashen. He could feel it himself: his trousers had bulged, pressing firmly against the space between Yuna’s thighs.

What the hell is wrong with me?

There was nothing to be proud of. He felt only rage at his uselessly oversized arousal. Their secret places pressed together through the fabric, heat blazing between them like a furnace. Beads of sweat gathered on his forehead.

Choi Yeongwon. Don’t. Move.

If Yuna woke up now, things would look really bad. Even if he tried to explain that he carried her here to help, how would he possibly justify the swollen thing between them? There was simply no answer to that.

Am I really just like every other pathetic virgin?

They weren’t even undressing. Just hearing a few alcohol-laden breaths from her, and his body reacted this way.

Both were still wearing jeans—there wasn’t even any direct contact. Yet his body betrayed him.

How was he supposed to escape this situation without waking her?

Should I just pretend I’m drunk too and sleep here?

If he fell asleep, maybe the beast between his legs would calm down.

But no, that wouldn’t do. What kind of man passes out and sleeps in a strange woman’s home after barging in drunk? What would Yuna think of him?

Then his eyes caught something wedged between the bed and the wall: a cylindrical body pillow.

Is that what she usually hugs while sleeping?

Relief flooded him. Moving carefully, so as not to wake Yuna, he slowly stretched his arm out. His plan was to swiftly pull himself up and substitute the pillow into her arms. His well-trained reflexes should allow him to pull it off.

…Or so he thought. Suddenly Yuna stirred, her body wriggling slightly. The movement rubbed against him.

Yeongwon froze instantly, sweat dripping down as he muttered the Lord’s Prayer in his head.

Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name…

I am Choi Yeongwon, Andrew Taegon. I am the lamb of God. Lord, please have mercy on me, damn it.

Pouring all his heart into prayer, he almost felt glad his grandmother had forced him to attend mass as a child.

Yuna finally seemed to wake, pressing against his shoulder as if to push him off.

Though his arousal hadn’t subsided, relief washed over him—the nightmare was over.

“B-boss! You’re awake…!”

“…So hot…”

“Ugh.”

But no—it wasn’t over. In an instant, their positions flipped. Tossing aside the heavy blanket, Yuna shoved him down with surprising force. Before he could even react, she shifted, ending up seated squarely on his lower body.

On the narrow single-sized bed, there was nowhere for Yeongwon to escape. His left was the wall, and he lay trapped between Yuna’s thighs.

The situation took a dangerous new turn. With hazy eyes, Yuna murmured about the heat as she began unbuttoning her striped shirt.

“Haa…”

That moan again. And she was sitting right on top of him. Every button undone made his senses flood downward. His jeans strained desperately to contain his now fully hardened length.

Should he just forcefully lay her back down? While he hesitated, her shirt came completely undone. Even in the dark, pale skin peeked through the opening.

N-no, boss…

Yeongwon felt like crying. He didn’t want to become a disgrace in front of Yuna, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away. She had shrugged the shirt completely off. He was too flustered to even close his eyes or turn away.

His eyes, now adapted to the dark, saw her all too clearly. The thin slit of light through the blackout curtains reflected off her snow-white skin, making her glow faintly.

She was fragile, almost breakable: slender shoulders, delicate arms, a slim waist that dipped inward. And above that, her breasts, full and round beneath a beige bra.

The faint light carved a deep shadow into her cleavage, making them look like ripe peaches. For a moment, he thought crazily, They must even smell sweet, before snapping back to reality.

Shit.

Yuna’s hands moved to her jeans buckle.

That was a line he couldn’t allow. If she pulled the zipper, her hand would brush against his swollen desire.

Through the loosened buckle, he glimpsed the lace of her underwear against her flat stomach. His limit was breaking. Just a brush of her small, pretty hand and disaster would strike.

There was no time to think. Yeongwon suddenly raised his right thigh. Immediately he regretted moving too harshly.

Thunk.

Yuna’s head smacked against the wall as her balance faltered. Panicking, Yeongwon reached out, but his hands hovered uselessly in the air, too afraid to touch her bare skin.

“B-boss, I’m sorry…!”

“Ugh…”

Groaning in pain, Yuna clutched her head, her face twisted in discomfort.

She must not look at him. That much was clear.

Yeongwon leapt off the bed and hurried behind her.

“It hurts…”

Still holding her head with one hand, Yuna struggled to sit upright. Behind her lay a folded blanket. Without thinking further, Yeongwon grabbed it and tossed it over her.

“Mm…?”

Her puzzled voice came muffled from under the white blanket. Without turning back, Yeongwon rushed to the door.

He shoved his feet into his sneakers, grabbed the handle, and pushed with all his strength. Light from the hallway poured in. He slipped out, then carefully closed the door. Beep, the lock engaged.

Hunching awkwardly, he dashed for the elevator. Luckily, one was already descending from the 15th floor. Glancing nervously behind him, he hurried inside the moment the doors parted—before they even opened fully.

He banged into the steel walls with a clatter, almost cursing aloud—until he saw someone already inside. A middle-aged man.

“…”

“…”

The man’s gaze dropped to Yeongwon’s crotch. His eyes lingered a moment before slowly sliding upward. Their eyes met, and Yeongwon flushed crimson, sweat dripping from his soaked body.

He couldn’t leave now, though. Embarrassed, he shuffled into a corner, pressing his back against the wall.

Stripping off his damp shirt, he held it in both hands to cover the bulge threatening to burst free.

An awkward silence filled the elevator. Then the man chuckled softly.

He didn’t say a word, but Yeongwon didn’t need to ask what he was thinking.

…Fuck.

Yeongwon’s head drooped in shame.