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Chapter 7
“W-wait…!”
Off guard, Yeong-won fell straight onto Yoon-ah.
“Ahhhng…”
As if it wasn’t heavy at all, Yoon-ah wrapped both arms around him, pulling him tight into her embrace with a pleased sigh. Her warmth pressed close. With one leg on the floor and her body sprawled like a flattened frog, she dragged him fully into her arms.
“……”
Yeong-won’s pupils trembled. He had come into a woman’s apartment in the middle of the night, fallen onto her bed, and now was locked in a passionate embrace with her. The situation was damning enough, even without the rest.
Every cell in his body was awake, tingling with heat—and now she was sighing like that? In the pitch-black room, cut off by blackout curtains, the only sound was her soft breathing.
Yeong-won’s face turned pale. He could feel it himself—his trousers had bulged and were pressing directly against the space between Yoon-ah’s thighs.
‘What the hell is wrong with you, Choi Yeong-won?’
Instead of pride, anger rose in his chest. His body’s reaction, large and useless as it was, only made things worse. Their hidden places pressed together through layers of denim made his body feel like it was about to melt in a furnace. Sweat beaded on his brow.
‘Don’t move. Don’t you dare move.’
If she woke up now, it would be impossible to explain. Carrying her home had been an act of kindness, but what excuse could cover this position—hard and throbbing beneath her? There was simply no answer.
‘Am I really just like every other desperate virgin out there?’
He hadn’t even taken off his clothes. Just the sound of her soju-drenched breath had made him react like this. They were both wearing jeans—it wasn’t even as if he could feel anything that vividly.
Still, he couldn’t figure out how to get out of this situation without waking her.
‘Maybe I should just pretend I’m drunk too… sleep here, let it calm down.’
But that wasn’t possible either. What kind of man passed out in a woman’s apartment like it was nothing?
His eyes landed on something between the bed and the wall. A cylindrical body pillow.
‘So she usually hugs that when she sleeps? Saved!’
Moving with painstaking care, Yeong-won reached out. He’d switch himself out for the pillow and escape. His honed reflexes would carry him through smoothly.
…or so he thought. Just then, Yoon-ah shifted, her lower body pressing against him in exactly the wrong place.
Yeong-won froze instantly, sweat dripping as he muttered the Lord’s Prayer in his mind.
‘Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name, Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done…’
I am Choi Yeong-won, Andrew Kim. I am the Lord’s lamb. Please have mercy, God. I’m begging You.
For the first time in years, he was grateful for the grandmother who had forced him to attend church as a boy. Yoon-ah stirred, her hand pushing weakly at his shoulder as if to rise.
Relief flooded him—he was finally free. His body still stood at full attention, but at least the worst was over.
“B-boss! You’re awake…!”
“…It’s hot…”
“Uh.”
Wrong again. In one swift motion, she pushed him back with surprising strength, throwing aside the blanket as she climbed onto his lap. His back hit the mattress, and suddenly she was straddling him.
The narrow single bed left him no escape. The wall was on one side; on the other, only her thighs penned him in.
Her drowsy gaze shimmered in the darkness. Muttering about the heat, she began to unbutton her striped shirt.
“Haaah…”
Another sigh slipped out, low and sensual. And she was sitting directly over his arousal. Every time her body shifted, all his nerves lit up. His jeans strained, barely containing him.
He thought about pinning her down and forcing her to lie back—but before he could act, her shirt was already open. Pale skin gleamed through the gap, even in the dark.
‘N-no, boss… please don’t…’
Yeong-won wanted to cry. The last thing he wanted was to become a shameless beast in her eyes. But his gaze wouldn’t move. The shirt slipped off completely, and there she was.
His eyes, adjusted to the dark, picked out every line of her body. The faint light leaking through the curtains reflected off her white skin, making her glow faintly, almost ethereal.
She was even slimmer than he thought—delicate shoulders and arms that looked like they might break under pressure, a narrow waist, and above it, her breasts, full and round in a beige bra.
The curve of them cast long shadows, like a valley carved in moonlight. Smooth and flawless, they looked like ripe peaches. He even caught himself thinking, They must smell like peaches.
‘Snap out of it, idiot!’
Her fingers were on her jeans buckle now.
If she pulled the zipper, her hand would brush directly against him. Disaster. Absolute disaster.
Through the open waistband he saw the faint lace of her underwear. That was it. He couldn’t let this continue.
With a desperate move, Yeong-won jerked his right thigh up. Too hard.
Thud.
Yoon-ah’s head smacked against the wall.
“Boss, I-I’m so sorry—!”
“Ughhh…”
She winced, clutching her head, finally roused by the pain.
Panic-stricken, Yeong-won couldn’t even bring himself to touch her bare skin. His hands flailed helplessly in the air.
She mustn’t see him now. That was certain. He scrambled off the bed, circling behind her.
“It hurts…”
Supporting herself with one arm, she groaned. Behind her, a folded blanket lay. Without thinking, Yeong-won grabbed it and tossed it over her.
“Mm…?”
Her muffled, confused voice came from beneath the blanket. He spun around immediately, back to her, and strode for the door.
Shoes half on, he shoved the handle and burst out into the brightly lit hallway. He shut the door carefully, the lock clicking into place.
Yeong-won half-stumbled, half-sprinted toward the elevator. By luck, one was descending from the fifteenth floor.
Glancing back nervously, he shoved himself into the car before the doors had fully opened. His body collided with the metal wall with a loud clang.
And then he saw him. Another passenger.
An older man.
“……”
“……”
The man’s eyes dropped. Straight to his crotch.
Slowly, his gaze traveled upward until it met Yeong-won’s eyes.
Already drenched in sweat, Yeong-won’s face flushed crimson. Retreating wasn’t an option. He shuffled to the corner, back pressed flat against the wall.
In humiliation, he peeled off his damp shirt and held it with both hands in front of him, trying to hide the impossible bulge.
The silence was unbearable. Then—
Pfft.
The man chuckled. Just a small laugh. He didn’t say a word, but he didn’t need to. Yeong-won knew exactly what he was thinking.
‘Goddamn it…’
His head fell forward, shoulders sagging with despair.
