Chapter 47

Chapter 47

“You’re crying so beautifully… how could I possibly let you go, huh?”

With eyes burning hot, Shin Chi-woo closed the distance between us. The arm that had been gently wrapped around my waist tightened, pulling me firmly against him. Falling into his arms was far too easy.

“Hhic… I have to go….”

“I know, I know… just stay like this for a minute….”

I half-heartedly tried to push him away through my tears, but there was no way that would work. The more I squirmed, the deeper I was buried in Shin Chi-woo’s broad chest. A soft citrus scent clung to him, like a scarf.

I already knew I couldn’t resist. I just wanted to hold him tightly, even if only to keep a small piece of this moment as a memory. But then—I realized his heartbeat was echoing just like mine. Pounding so hard, I thought I might lose it.

Shin Chi-woo gently touched my flushed cheeks and swept my hair back. He even brushed away the strands stuck to my forehead from the tears and sweat. As his hand naturally trailed downward, his fingers brushed my lips.

I thought he was going to kiss me—but instead, his lips landed on my forehead. It made a soft smacking sound—playful, even—but the kisses started to move lower, each one growing deeper.

“……”

Warm lips landed on my tear-streaked eyelids. Then came kisses on both cheeks, one after the other. Finally, he shyly pressed his lips to mine—and without realizing it, I let out a quiet laugh.

“Are you laughing?”

“No… I didn’t laugh.”

“You did laugh.”

He pressed his forehead to mine with a smile that mirrored my own. Maybe ending things with one sweet kiss like this wouldn’t be so bad.

Wasn’t he supposed to go now? Did we even have time to be doing this…? Ah, I don’t know anymore.

But there’s no way Shin Chi-woo would let me go with just this. I guess he needs to leave with a memory he’ll never forget.

Ah… this is bad.

So this is what it looks like when someone’s gaze completely transforms. His once calm eyes now surged with desire. And I—didn’t want to let him go either.

After all, we wouldn’t see each other again after today. If we parted now, we’d never cross paths again. So for just this one time, I wanted to give in to what I felt—leave reason behind and follow my desire.

That was when it happened. I stopped trying to run.

I didn’t want to let Shin Chi-woo go either. No—every part of me wanted him.

“Don’t go.”

If someone asked me when I’d been the bravest in my life, this would be one of the top three moments. I wrapped my arms around his neck and stood on tiptoe to press my lips to his.

Then I slid my hand between his coat and suit jacket, gripping his shoulders. As I pulled off his deep gray coat, I said,

“Just give me a little time.”

The cashmere coat fell to the floor, but neither of us cared. In that moment, our thoughts and feelings were perfectly aligned. There was no more hesitation, and no time left to spare.

“A little time won’t be enough.”

Now I was the one clinging to Shin Chi-woo. And that’s when he looked at me like he couldn’t hold back any longer—and devoured me. With movements that told me he’d been restraining himself all this time, he began to take me in fully.

“Mmph…”

It started with a gentle bite on my lower lip, and then he broke through. His tongue, which had been softly lapping at my lips, slipped between them and stirred everything up.

Haa…

That soft tongue moved roughly inside, pressing firmly against the sensitive spots. He alternated between firmly brushing the inner lining of my mouth and tenderly sucking on my lips. Then slowly, sensually, he tangled his tongue with mine—consuming me completely.

I’d never been taught this, but I instinctively understood. With reddened lips, we licked and savored each other, tongues desperately twisting together. W*t, sticky sounds leaked from between our joined mouths, and the rising tension grew thicker with every second.

The more our lips pressed together and saliva mixed, the more tightly I gripped his shoulders with both hands. I wanted to kiss him deeper, to savor the moment more fully.

“Haa…”

As our bodies pressed flush, I could feel his ar*usal clearly between our lower halves. It wasn’t shocking—it just felt like another way to physically sense each other, so I didn’t pull away.

“Wan-yi.”

“Mmh… mmn…”

“Seo Wan-yi…”

When his tongue flicked the roof of my mouth, a tingling sensation shot down to my legs, making them weak. Whenever we paused to catch our breath and he whispered my name in a low voice, it sent a jolt straight to my heart.

Then, as our damp lips met again, I rose on my toes, actively returning the kiss. There was no way he couldn’t notice. Naturally, our contact grew deeper and more intense.

“Mmnh… ngh… ah… hh.”

His hand, which had been holding my waist, had slid upward. It slipped under my sweater and then beneath my bra, directly cupping my br*ast.

There was a distinct difference between simply holding it with his palm and stimulating it with his fingers. He pressed it flat and kneaded gently, then teased with his fingers, rolling and stroking the soft flesh.

When he lightly pinched my n*pple between two fingers and gave it a twist, the sharp sensation made my lower body jolt. The pl*asure was so intense it became frightening—as if being touched like this and falling apart so easily could actually feel good.

After gripping me rather firmly, he relaxed his hand. Now, his palm traced gentle circles over my skin. He leaned in and whispered at my ear, lips brushing my skin.

“I knew from the moment I saw you that we’d end up like this.”

“Haa…”

“You want me too, don’t you?”

“I don’t know…”

“Then don’t go. Please?”

He whispered these sultry words against my ear like f*replay. Then he licked my neck, sucked on it, and even bit me hard enough to leave marks. It was like he needed to brand me before letting me leave.

“Ah… mmn…”

His hands stayed busy, too. They caressed my sensitive skin, distorting the soft curves at will. He kneaded my br*asts roughly, focusing on the tips with practiced fingers.

Sometimes my back jerked involuntarily, my shoulders twisting. I could feel blood rushing below my belly. I was undeniably aroused—and he didn’t miss a single reaction, never once taking his eyes off me.

“I don’t want to let you go.”

He kissed every part of my face, starting at the forehead—an expression of emotion he wouldn’t normally share. Then he plunged his tongue into my mouth, kissing me with the intensity of s*x itself, overwhelming my senses.

“Ahh…”

His breath grazed my ear. After licking my earlobe, he kissed it again, still unwilling to let go—murmuring something terrifying in the sweetest tone.

“If I tie you up here… you won’t be able to go with your dad, right?”

“You lunatic.”

“Isn’t that why you’re interested in me?”

“Mmh…”

“Guess I’ll have to tear up your passport first.”

A man saying he’d physically stop me from leaving wasn’t normal. He was clearly a pervert. That just made it even more certain—I couldn’t stay.

Truthfully, I was a little scared he might actually tie me up. But thankfully, his affectionate threats were just talk. I wasn’t really in danger of being restrained. What scared me more was what came next.

The hand that had been on my chest moved downward. Lower than my waist—to somewhere no one else had ever touched.

“Ah…!”

His impatient hand slipped into my pants, moving slowly, almost considerately. Maybe so I wouldn’t panic, he didn’t go under my underwear.

But the feeling of being touched over my panties felt even more erotic. That saying about subtle things being more arousing—it finally made sense.

What do I do?

The intense, unfamiliar stimulation was gradually making my body damp. As he traced the curve of my ar*usal over the w*t fabric, the shape of it stood out even more clearly.

Then his fingers pressed gently—directly on my cl*toris, through the fabric. The shock of it spread out in jolts, and a quiet moan escaped before I could stop it.

“Mmh…!”

“Shhh… your dad might hear.”

“……”

“What if your dad hears from the next room, Wan-yi?”

But I had to bite down and swallow the rising wave of pl*asure. He was touching me so tenderly, yet deliberately bringing up my dad like that—it felt cruel. And still… something about it sent an even stranger thrill through me.