Chapter 15
Returning from the construction site covered in dust, Yohan immediately took off his clothes and headed for the bathroom. As the shower streamed down, his body and mind quickly felt refreshed.
Then, the question that had been lingering in his mind for the past few days resurfaced.
Why did he suddenly kiss Jeong Heena? He himself was puzzled. He even chuckled at his impulsive action, devoid of any context.
Was it because of the sense of isolation, being alone with her in a private space? Was it the comfort of being with the person who knew him best in this village? Or was it because the feelings he had when he was dating Jeong Heena resurfaced?
“Ha, damn it. I don’t know.”
Yohan wiped the water from his face with his large hand. If he asked Jeong Heena how she felt about his kiss, she’d probably say, “Just… because the mood was right?” Or maybe, “You did it, didn’t you?”
It wasn’t helpful at all. Jeong Heena was clumsy at understanding other people’s feelings, let alone her own. Not that it was a bad thing. She just didn’t place much value on intangible things.
That’s why they used to fight so much…
As he dwelled on the emotions of that moment, it was only natural for the physical sensations to follow.
For example, the feeling of her cool arms around his neck, her slender waist that fit perfectly in his hands, Jeong Heena’s hair tickling his cheek in the wind, the hard pressure against his lower body as they were pressed close together, things like that.
Yohan’s grip on the showerhead tightened. The tendons in his hand stood out. Against his will, his p*nis, which had been hanging limply between his legs, began to harden. He stroked it once with his hand, and it sprang to attention against his lower abdomen.
Yohan covered his eyes with one hand. A sense of guilt, contrary to his physical reaction, dominated his mind.
Even though men were creatures who got aroused at the sight of any woman they liked, he had believed he was different.
The emotions he felt in his heart were far more important than the sensations in his body, and even during intimate moments with Jeong Heena, he knew how to be considerate of her reactions and not cross the line.
But now, a s*xual desire he couldn’t control was boiling inside him like lava.
Yohan grabbed the sh*ft of his p*nis and gently stroked the tip with his thumb. A ticklish sensation spread, and he clenched his lips.
The scene of kissing Jeong Heena by the wall replayed vividly in his mind.
Jeong Heena’s flustered face when he gathered the courage to wrap her hand around his waist, her flushed cheeks, her fluttering eyelashes every time she blinked, her glossy lips, and even the slender nape of her neck below.
Sticky pre-c*m leaked from the tip of his p*nis. The shower stream hit his sh*ft, intensifying the sensation.
“Ah….”
He slowly moved his hand up and down his sh*ft. His p*nis, becoming increasingly red with blood flow, swelled relentlessly.
The more it did, the stronger Yohan’s guilt became. He couldn’t bring himself to look down, only covering his eyes and clenching his lips.
A crazy bastard getting hard after kissing his ex-girlfriend.
He couldn’t help but get aroused as he recalled the soft scent of Jeong Heena’s skin when he slipped his tongue between her lips. It was the same sensation as when he held her hips and thrust into her when they were dating.
“Haa….”
A low moan echoed in the steam-filled bathroom.
Taking a deep breath, Yohan started stroking his p*nis faster. Every stroke produced a w*t sound that resonated in his ears. Just like when he was inside Jeong Heena.
“F*ck… I’m going crazy.”
He vividly remembered the sensation of gently tracing the sensitive skin inside her mouth with the tip of his tongue and sucking her tongue into his own. When Heena’s hand, which had been around his waist, moved to embrace his neck, their lower bodies pressed together, leaving no space between them, and his hardened p*nis rubbed against the rough fabric of his pants.
Jeong Heena had a habit of tightly closing her eyes when they kissed. He enjoyed watching her face with his eyes slightly open.
The soft moans that escaped her lips when they tilted their heads. Her thin, faint voice calling his name, “Yohan,” seemed to echo in his ears.
She usually called him “Hey, you, Seo Yohan!” but during kisses or s*x, she always drew out his name, “Yohan.”
He felt as if he could see her flushed eyes, swollen lips, br*asts heaving with each thrust, and n*pples tinged with a watercolor pink through the gaps between his fingers.
Licking his lips, Yohan pumped his sh*ft faster. His forearm burned as he m*sturbated, lost in the memory of Jeong Heena.
Soon, thick s*men spurted from the tip of his p*nis. He hung his head, watching his s*men wash away in the shower stream.
“I’m such a f*cking pervert….”
Once he had relieved his dirty desire, guilt and a strange sense of satisfaction completely consumed him.
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Since it was a rare occasion that required her to dress up, Heena had been busy rummaging through her suitcase since morning.
Since arriving in Jinhong-ri, she had been rotating between sweatpants and a fleece jacket, pajamas and a fleece jacket, and a t-shirt that was practically pajamas and a fleece jacket. She didn’t want Seo Yohan to mistakenly think she was dressing up to impress him.
He usually dressed similarly to her, but when he went out to the construction site, he preferred neat attire to maintain a professional appearance.
Now it was her turn to show off.
Heena, a self-proclaimed maximalist, took out a shirt and slacks and hung them on a hanger. She meticulously steamed out the wrinkles with the travel steamer she had brought, just in case.
Good thing she brought it.
Wearing the salmon-colored shirt and slacks, she took out the designer bag she had carefully packed in a dust bag, just in case, and she looked quite like a Seoul city girl.
Checking the time, Heena slipped on her white canvas shoes and stepped out the door. Walking on the unpaved country road in this outfit felt quite out of place.
Spring must have arrived. Cornus fruit flowers bloomed on the evenly spaced trees, painting Jinhong-ri entirely in yellow.
Heena liked the yellow cornus fruit flowers as much as she liked the cornus fruit, a Jinhong-ri specialty.
Seo Yohan really likes these flowers too…
When she occasionally made bouquets of cornus fruit flowers and gave them to him in Seoul, Yohan would smile brightly like a boy.
No, wait. What does it matter if he likes them or not?
Heena, who had been smiling unconsciously, checked herself and schooled her expression.
What’s so great about flowers? They just wither and die.
As she strode towards the bus stop, a familiar car kicked up dust and stopped beside her. It was a car rarely seen in the countryside, where only tractors and vans roamed, so she recognized it immediately.
The driver’s side window rolled down, and a face she wasn’t particularly happy to see popped out.
“Hey, get in.”
What kind of 90s’ Orange Tribe talk was that?
“Why should I?”
At her curt reply, Yohan smirked and rested his arm on the car window.
“Aren’t you going to town?”
“I can take the bus.”
“The one that comes once an hour?”
“It’s almost time for it to arrive.”
Even if it was just a casual meeting, going on a blind date in another man’s car would look strange to anyone. Especially if that other man was her long-term ex-boyfriend?
Heena ignored him and continued walking. Yohan’s car slowly followed.
“Just get in. I’m not trying to give you a ride, I’m going to town anyway.”
His words piqued her curiosity.
“Why are you going to town?”
“Do you think acacia trees just grow by themselves? They need proper nutrients to grow well.”
“…Really?”
It sounded reasonable enough, so Heena nodded.
Judging by his casual attire, he didn’t seem to have any ulterior motives, and since he was going the same way, she thought it wouldn’t be bad to get a ride.
“So you’re getting in because I’m offering you a ride?”
Scratching the back of her neck, Heena tilted her chin up more cynically and got into the passenger seat.
“That bag, I haven’t seen it before.”
As soon as she placed the bag on her lap, Yohan glanced down.
“Yeah, I got a new one. It’s for very important occasions.”
Let’s see him stew over this a little. Hiding her desire to make him jealous, Heena smiled brightly.
*T/N: Orange Tribe (오렌지족) refers to a group of wealthy Korean youth in the 1990s known for their extravagant lifestyles and conspicuous consumption. Yohan’s casual use of “야 (ya)” and his offer of a ride are reminiscent of the casual and somewhat entitled attitude associated with this group.
