TMYRA Chapter 22

I’m Pregnant  

 

The inner walls of her entrance twitched and convulsed, the wet flesh contracting, leaving her lower body sore. However, he paid no mind to Soo-ah’s condition, focusing solely on pressing his length deeper inside her.  

 

“Haa, haah.”  

 

Her continuous moans were swallowed up as he captured her lips. Unable to make a sound or pull away, the peak of her pleasure stacked upon itself, leaving her teetering on the edge of breathlessness.  

 

Seo Mun-hwon lifted Soo-ah, seating her atop his body.  

 

As he thrust deeply, her body went limp from exhaustion, and he left a bite mark on the upper part of her chest.  

 

“Hngh, hic, stop.”  

 

The relentless waves of climax made it impossible for her to regain her senses. She was reaching the limit of what she could endure. Soo-ah looked at him with pleading eyes.  

 

“C-CEO S-Seo Mun-hwon,… Please… Ah…!”  

 

Tears welled in her eyes as he gazed into them. His dark pupils dilated, and the moment he exploded inside her, he let out a low moan, burying himself deep within her body. Something hot was pooling in her lower abdomen.  

 

Exhaling a languid, heated breath, Mun-hwon pressed a brief kiss to her lips.  

 

As he withdrew, his length slid out, leaving a mess of fluids trailing down her inner thighs, pooling between her cheeks. Mun-hwon pulled back and looked at Soo-ah. Unlike her, who was still enveloped in the lingering heat, he had already cooled.  

 

“That’s enough for today. I have a busy schedule.”  

 

Her breath came in ragged gasps, her racing heart preventing her from forming words. He sat her down on the seat beside him, pulling up her bra and adjusting her shirt, fixing her disheveled clothing.  

 

She was the only one left in complete disarray. He, on the other hand, remained utterly unchanged. His neatly knotted tie, his cold expression—everything was exactly the same.  

 

“I’ll be heading out now.”  

 

With a look that suggested he was done with her, he stepped out of the car.  

 

“Jang Ji-cheol.”  

 

As Mun-hwon placed a cigarette between his lips and called out, Jang Ji-cheol rushed over to light it for him. Soo-ah barely managed to fix her clothes, leaning against the seat as she struggled to steady her breath.  

 

As Mun-hwon ran a hand through his tousled hair, he glanced in her direction, and their eyes met. He fastened the first button of his jacket and smiled faintly.  

 

Sleep well.

 

His lips formed silent words before he turned away. His subordinates, moving in perfect coordination, lined up before him. Receiving their greetings, Mun-hwon walked toward the car Soo-ah had arrived in.  

 

Jang Ji-cheol opened the backseat door, and Mun-hwon stepped inside.  

 

The door shut with a heavy *thud*.  

 

Soo-ah clenched her fists, watching the car drive away.  

 

She hated Seo Mun-hwon. She hated that she had lost. She hated that he had won. She hated that she kept failing to escape. She hated it all.  

 

While she was struggling even to stand, he walked away as if nothing had happened. Her mouth stung. Checking with her tongue, she found her lips bleeding from biting down too hard to suppress her moans.  

 

There wasn’t a single part of her body left unscathed.  

 

From her chest to the curve of her neck, even behind her ears—everywhere bore traces of his touch. In this condition, there was no way she could go outside. He had done this on purpose. To keep her locked up inside.  

 

“Bastard…”  

 

She muttered to herself, seething in frustration.  

 

“Miss Moon Soo-ah.”  

 

Jang Ji-cheol had gotten into the driver’s seat.  

 

“The CEO asked me to pass this to you.”  

 

He handed her a small paper bag. Inside were ointments for bruises and minor wounds. A man who inflicts pain and then hands out medicine. Even after receiving the medicine, her anger didn’t subside. Without a word, she stared out the window.  

 

“I will take you home.”  

 

Ji-cheol gripped the steering wheel, and the car smoothly merged onto the road. She wanted to be angrier. But her body was exhausted, heavy with lingering fatigue, her breath growing softer. Resting her head against the seat, Soo-ah closed her eyes.  

 

Her body, weighed down beyond its limits, sank deeply, and the sharp edges of her emotions dulled with the release of tension.  

 

As she struggled to erase the lingering sensations from her body, the car continued its steady, unimpeded drive forward.  

 

***

 

The morning had been hectic from the start. The phone kept ringing incessantly, and emails were piling up with reports.

 

Having drunk heavily the night before, Ihan woke up with a splitting headache, pressing his temples as he opened his eyes.

 

What’s going on?

 

Just as he was about to check one thing at a time, the phone, which had briefly stopped ringing, started vibrating again.

 

Rrrr Rrrr.

 

It was Secretary Kim from the executive office.

 

Lying in bed, Ihan pressed the call button, and Kim’s urgent voice came through the receiver.

 

– Sir, we have a problem.

 

“A problem? What kind of problem?”

 

– There’s a financial issue at the Vietnam factory. I just sent you an email with the details.

 

“I’ll check the email first, and then we’ll talk.”

 

– Sir…

 

Kim hesitated for a moment. Since the time of Min Ihan’s father, Min Cheol-woo, Kim had served as a secretary, rarely fazed by any situation. Ihan immediately sensed that something serious had happened.

 

– You need to go to Vietnam immediately.

 

“What’s going on that requires such urgency? Hold on. I’ll check right now.”

 

He opened his laptop and checked his emails. Just as Kim had said, this was no small issue. The factory’s problems were severe, enough to impact the entire company.

 

“Is it just Vietnam?”

 

– Similar issues are arising at other factories as well. If we don’t address Vietnam first, the situation could escalate.

 

Closing his eyes, Ihan sank into thought. No matter how much he analyzed it, he couldn’t figure out where to begin.

 

– Director Kang and Executive Im are departing for Vietnam today. If you agree, I will book a flight for you this evening or tomorrow morning.

 

After a brief silence, Ihan reluctantly opened his mouth.

 

“Let’s do that.”

 

– I’ll confirm the reservation and contact you again.

 

As soon as he hung up, his headache worsened. He had drunk excessively the previous night, tormented by the prolonged absence of Soo-ah, and was still suffering from a hangover.

 

Just as he was about to get up and take a painkiller—Yoon-ha let out an excited exclamation and ran toward Ihan, hugging him.

 

“Ihan!”

 

Already feeling unwell and troubled by company matters, Ihan sighed and pushed Yoon-ha away.

 

“There’s a problem at the company. I need to handle it first.”

 

“I have good news! Look at this.”

 

Yoon-ha held up a small stick before his eyes. It was a pregnancy test.

 

“I’m pregnant.”

 

Two distinct lines were visible on the test.

 

“Pregnant?”

 

Ihan frowned, and Yoon-ha kissed his cheek.

 

“Father will be so happy! I’ll call him right away and tell him. You don’t have to stress about the financial issues. Father will take care of everything.”

 

Jang Yoon-ha was pregnant. Beyond that, nothing else registered in his mind. Ihan stared blankly into space, unable to respond.

 

“I hope the baby takes after you. What about you, Ihan? Do you prefer a boy or a girl? We also need to decide on a nickname. I’m so happy, I don’t even know where to start!”

 

As she excitedly chattered away, Yoon-ha suddenly noticed the grim look on Ihan’s face and furrowed her brows.

 

“Ihan, what’s wrong? Did something happen?”

 

“I just got a call from work a moment ago. My head’s all over the place.”

 

A crisis had struck the Vietnam factory, and other factories were also showing signs of instability. This meant one thing—he couldn’t afford to lose Jang Yoon-ha. Changing his stance, Ihan forced a smile at her.

 

“I’m so happy we’re having a baby. Whether it’s a boy or a girl, I don’t care, as long as they take after you.”

 

He said what he had always imagined saying to Soo-ah.

 

If Soo-ah were to carry his child, how happy would he be? If the child looked like her, he would love them no matter what. Ihan drilled these thoughts into his mind.

 

Jang Yoon-ha is Moon Soo-ah. She is the Moon Soo-ah I love.

 

With that thought, his demeanor toward Yoon-ha softened significantly.

 

“You should pick the baby’s nickname. Anything you choose is fine with me.”

 

“Alright! I’ll think of a few and ask for your opinion.”

 

Overjoyed, Yoon-ha beamed, and Ihan pulled her into his arms.

 

“I want to stay with you, but work came up at the worst time. I have to leave for Vietnam today.”

 

“Should I come with you?”

 

Yoon-ha asked, but Ihan avoided her gaze as he replied.

 

“You’re not alone anymore. You need to be careful. I’ll handle everything and return to Seoul as soon as possible. Let’s meet there.”

 

“Okay.”

 

“Your health is the most important thing. Be careful when traveling back to Seoul.”

 

Though he pretended to care, his voice lacked any real sincerity.