CBL Ch 6

It was a look she’d seen in her late father’s eyes at times, and occasionally in Yoo Yongjin’s as well. But Kwon Siheon’s greed differed from the purely material desires of those who had passed. His was far more primal, cruel, a raw frenzy driven by instinct that sent a chill down her spine.

He pressed her onto the sheets and straddled her waist, his arousal quickly returning. Kwon Siheon took himself in hand and rubbed against her thigh, each movement seeming to make him swell harder.

Yisoo closed her eyes again, surrendering herself to his actions. The man before her, despite his handsome appearance, was someone steeped in violence and control, as if it were second nature. Resisting would only worsen things for both her and Yihyun.

Yijin… sister…

Thinking of Yihyun brought the memory of her late sister Yijin to mind. Yisoo clenched her teeth, fighting back tears as the swollen length shifted from her thigh to rest between her legs.

“Ms. Yoo Yisoo, did you know? You’re quite sensitive. Just look at how you’re already dripping before I’ve even started.”

He provocatively nudged the wet entrance with the tip, rubbing the shaft against her clit. Each press on the sensitive nub sent sparks before her eyes. At the same time, a molten heat bloomed between her legs, stirring something fierce and feverish within.

“The sensitivity is incredible.”

Kwon Siheon, noticing her arousal, let out a laugh. As he hastily aligned himself, he suddenly thrust his middle finger inside, causing Yisoo to cry out in surprise.

“Ah…!”

The finger that parted her was buried deep within at once. Feeling her walls tighten reflexively around it, Yisoo exhaled sharply. His finger moved mercilessly, exploring her soft inner walls, and as he curled it like a hook to scratch a specific spot, her back arched intensely.

“Ah! Ngh!”

To keep her from pulling away, Kwon Siheon gripped her hips even more firmly, pulling her toward him. At the same time, another finger slipped into the tight space between her thighs.

“Ah! Stop… please don’t…”

She twisted her body desperately, trying to resist, but it was useless. His large hand gathered both her wrists near her chest and held them in place, pressing down to prevent any movement.

With her chest pressed down so firmly, only gasps escaped her lips instead of words. It felt like her insides would tear apart.

Inside Yoo Yisoo was searing hot.

The soft, warm flesh clinging around his middle and index fingers sent a rush of blood to his head. If this much could happen with just fingers, he could only imagine how it would feel to fully enter her, and the anticipation made his jaw clench.

Siheon intensified the motion of his hand, angling his palm upward to explore her insides. He brushed roughly over the folds along her inner walls, which tensed and clenched tightly around his fingers.

He couldn’t hold back anymore. Even though he’d already pulled out once, his throbbing arousal felt like it was on the verge of bursting.

Admitting his own limit, he withdrew his fingers in one swift motion. Then, without any warning, he gripped her shoulder and the side of her neck, pulling her close as he thrust forward.

“Ah! Ah, ngh…”

The thick, long length pushed through the narrow entrance all at once. The pain of him reaching her deepest point in a single motion was overwhelming, and Yoo Yisoo let out a strangled cry, her whole body trembling.

It was intense for him, too. The tight, almost suffocating pressure made him feel like he might burst, the sensation sending a surge of adrenaline through him, his mind reeling and his whole body submerged in overwhelming pleasure.

“Ugh, please… stop…”

Yoo Yisoo’s body trembled as tears streamed down her cheeks, her limbs shaking uncontrollably. She dug her nails into the hand pressing down between her neck and shoulder, grasping his arm with a desperate, weak grip that barely had any strength left.

There was nothing dignified about her anymore. It was as if she had finally stripped off her saintly mask, showing the face hidden beneath.

This only fueled his desire. Seeing her so defenseless, laid bare, was deeply satisfying, but he wanted more. He wanted to see her completely exposed, as vulnerable inside as she was outside.

Withdrawing slightly, he took advantage of her momentary guard drop, thrusting back in even harder. Holding her hips firmly, he began to drive himself in deep, his movements relentless.

“Ah! Ah, ngh!”

Yoo Yisoo let out a cry, her voice breaking into a near scream with each powerful thrust. Each strike was as intense as if he were pounding her, and her whimpers and moans didn’t cease for a second.

Only occasionally did her sounds pause, mixing with strained gasps as if her voice had gone hoarse.

Without a moment’s break, Siheon pushed forward, his pace unyielding. Each time her drenched walls clung to him, the raw friction sent indescribable pleasure coursing through his entire body.

He wondered if this is what it felt like to be on drugs.

Though he had only ever sold them and never tried them himself, he couldn’t help but think that perhaps this overwhelming sensation was close to that ultimate high.

The sounds of his hips colliding with her body, the wet friction of their bodies meeting, and her soft cries filled his ears to the point of dizziness.

“Ugh! Nngh! Ahh!”

The sensation below was intense, running to extremes. It was as if all the blood in his body had pooled there, each thrust sending a shiver of pleasure and pressure that made him grit his teeth.

He had never felt this kind of overpowering thrill before. Why? He’d been with plenty of women before, enough to think nothing should feel this intense anymore. Though it had been a while since he’d been with anyone, that alone couldn’t explain the overwhelming ecstasy he felt now.

Siheon paused his frenzied thrusts and leaned his head back before glancing down at the woman beneath him. Yoo Yisoo was breathing heavily, eyes half-open. Though her cries had stilled with his movements, tears continued to flow.

Their eyes met suddenly, locking in a charged gaze. The breath of a beast, overtaken by raw desire, met the broken breaths of the person completely overtaken by him. Their panting, the humid, salty air—it felt as though all of it were slowly consuming them both.

Without withdrawing, he reached out to her face. His hand traced the tears on her cheek and brushed the redness around her eyes with an uncharacteristic gentleness, unsure of his own feelings.

Just moments ago, he had wanted nothing more than to see her entirely wrecked. But now, somewhere deep inside, a contradictory emotion was rising.

“Is it too much?”

He felt an odd, unexpected sense of pity—a feeling he hadn’t predicted and which now clashed with the satisfaction and pleasure he was already drowning in. He wanted to see her cry, yet somehow not too much. He wanted her to ache from his movements but also hoped that something else might overshadow the pain.

Something else? What was that, exactly?

As he gently brushed aside Yoo Yisoo’s disheveled hair, the answer dawned on him.

He wanted her to feel as much pleasure as he did.

Damn lunatic. Succumbing to such sentimental nonsense.

Sweat dripped from his forehead onto Yoo Yisoo’s collarbone, tracing over the smooth line of her skin. She was mesmerizing, her slender frame and prominent bone structure somehow alluring.

Siheon pulled his hips back slightly, gazing down at the spot where he was still partly inside her. His groin was red and raw from the relentless pace, and her swollen, slick skin mirrored the same fiery redness.

He withdrew momentarily, preparing to ease back in slowly and more gently this time. Leaning down toward her lips with a newfound gentleness—

“No…”

Yoo Yisoo instinctively turned her face away, avoiding his lips. Hidden by her flowing hair, her face showed open disdain, and her eyes revealed an unmistakable revulsion. His movements halted, momentarily stunned, as if he’d been struck.

He couldn’t blame her. Of course, she’d hate this. He had forced her to drink that ash-filled water, forced himself on her mouth knowing it was her first time, even finishing on her face.

But this impact was strange, unsettling.

“Fucking bitch, you dare…”

A curse slipped from his lips as Yoo Yisoo flinched and began to tremble. She looked back at him with a fearful gaze, her eyes like those of a frightened puppy.

He pressed his wrist against his temple, stifling his impulse to slap her across the face.

So, that’s how you’re going to act? Like an ungrateful brat.

Her anxious eyes trembled with a sickly mix of terror and defiance, which only fueled his irritation. His body was already responding, a surge of desire and frustration coiling within him.

Instead of kissing her, he gripped her delicate shoulder roughly. The thought of gentleness, of handling her softly, vanished completely.

“N-no… stop…”

Siheon muttered a low curse, his grip on her shoulder shifting over her collarbone and to the nape of her neck. Clasping tightly, he applied steady pressure.

“You’re rejecting me? You dare?” His eyes seemed to ask the question, and Yoo Yisoo froze, holding her breath.

“It seems you keep forgetting. Didn’t you say you’d do anything?”

At his cutting words, Yoo Yisoo flinched, then gradually let her body go limp as if regaining her composure. She drew her neck in, clenching her bottom lip, her face one of near-saintly resignation.

Siheon let out a silent, humorless chuckle. Despite her compliance, his irritation only deepened.

“Turn over.”

“…”

“Don’t make me say it twice.”

Her trembling body slowly turned, hands pressed against the sheets for support before her arms gave out, causing her to fall forward onto her elbows. He clicked his tongue at the sight.

She had a slender, delicate frame, but her chest and hips were surprisingly full. Overall, though, she looked fragile, as if she hadn’t had a proper meal in ages. Her thighs and pelvis shifted under each thrust, and he thought she could use a bit more softness, perhaps from proper feeding.

Maybe it’d be like raising her.

With a firm grip on her waist, Siheon lifted her hips sharply, his thumb grazing over the small folds at her back. Without warning, he raised his hand and brought it down with a slap on her tender skin.

“Aah!”

She cried out only once. As he alternated slaps on each side, Yoo Yisoo stayed silent. Siheon increased the force each time, an inexplicable thirst pushing him further.

He didn’t want resistance, but neither did he want her to endure it passively. The more she gritted her teeth and endured, the stronger the urge to keep going became, the twisted satisfaction of her suppressed struggle swelling within him.

“Ah… huff…”

As Yoo Yisoo let out another muffled moan, Siheon’s hand finally ceased its assault. He pressed his face against her reddened skin, imprinted with his marks, and languidly traced over it with his lips. She flinched, but his hands instinctively clamped down on her hips, stilling any resistance.

Her smooth, soft skin was warm from the heat of his touch. His tongue trailed deeper, slowly gliding over her swollen flesh.

The mingling of her essence and his left their skin slick, filling the air with a raw, provocative scent, far more intoxicating than any manufactured fragrance.

His tongue withdrew, replaced by his aroused self, pressing firmly between her hips. Siheon leaned over her back, wrapping his arms around her tightly, then thrust forward, causing her to collapse forward, face down.

“Ahh—haa… huff…”

From behind, he cupped her chest, lifting it as his palm kneaded her, fingers pinching the sensitive peaks. His relentless thrusts drew strained moans from her parted lips.

Did she even realize the effect each of those sounds had?

Her responsive body, the way her inner walls tightened instinctively, every soft gasp and near-cry, all of it was unbearably alluring.

She was too tempting to be discarded, even just for a single night.

Siheon continued for a while before roughly flipping her over. As he did, her hips twisted, drawing a short, breathless cry from her. Breathing hard, she gazed up, fresh tears welling in her beautiful eyes.

Siheon steadied his heavy breathing, reaching out to brush back her tangled hair with an unexpectedly gentle touch. But Yoo Yisoo turned her head, rejecting the gesture.

It didn’t bother him this time; he could just turn her back.

“Ah!”

He gripped her chin firmly, tilting her face back toward him, then pressed down with his upper body, pushing deep inside. Her hips lifted with the movement, and she let out a whimper that sounded like a soft cry.

He tormented her as he filled her, pressing his lips to hers, his tongue exploring intensely, leaving bites that stung as he traced down to her chest. His hands joined in, gripping her as he alternated between rough and demanding, just as he’d done earlier.

Then, with his palm spread, he slapped her chest just as he’d done to her hips before, eliciting a piercing sound and another sharp cry. His jaw clenched.

Nothing was enough. He had never felt so reckless.

Despite the unfamiliar pleasure—the satisfaction so intense it felt like it could consume the entire night—the urgency remained, a persistent, unrelenting desire. The extremes between his hunger to push her limits and a faint longing to console her left him in a strange, heated turmoil.

He’d never anticipated that he’d be caught in such a conflicted, chaotic state over something like this.

“…You’re more resilient than I expected, Yoo Yisoo.”

He intensified his movements again, halting only at the onset of a sharp urge. He didn’t want this to end yet. Slowing down to a gentle rhythm, his motion softened, allowing her body’s shivers to gradually ease, the rise and fall of her chest, shoulders, and even the veins at her throat calming in sync.

There was a strange exhilaration in having the once-dignified princess in his hands, yielding to him. He didn’t bother to deny the crude, victorious thrill—the intense, overpowering satisfaction of seeing her completely in his control.

“Then endure it a little longer.”

But when his gaze met her tear-filled eyes, something beyond exhilaration stirred sharply within him. Deep down, Yoo Yisoo’s soul continued to reject him entirely; her tear-streaked, glassy eyes reflected her unmistakable loathing.

“Ah, wh-what… ngh!”

This time, he grabbed her ankles, lifting and placing them over his shoulders. Her legs folded easily behind him, almost too slight to hold. It was a wonder such thin limbs had supported her all this time. Her calves were so slender, yet her thighs had just enough firmness to provide satisfying resistance with each thrust. More softness would make for a more rewarding push-and-pull.

Lifting her pelvis, he drove in with a vertical angle, which let him go deeper. Each time his length struck her, her throat released involuntary sounds that resonated even from deep within.

“Ah! Ngh!”

Her nails dug into his arms, the stinging sensation adding a thrill that heightened the intensity pulsing through his mind, leaving his vision briefly blank. The louder the sounds of their bodies meeting became, the tighter she clenched around him. Even if her mind rejected him, her body was following its natural, physiological response.

Yoo Yisoo’s head tipped back, her body trembling under his relentless pace, letting out cries with every plunge, the sound deeply satisfying to his ears.

Gripping her frail shoulders, he pressed downward forcefully. Each time his length reached the sensitive spot within, Yoo Yisoo cried out even louder, just as he wanted.

He couldn’t recall how long they had continued, but soon her voice grew faint, her throat seemingly hoarse from overuse. Unable to hold back any longer, he withdrew and reached his peak. Yoo Yisoo lay sprawled, breathing in short, shallow gasps.

“Ha… Huh… Mm…”

Even with his body covered, he couldn’t bring himself to open his eyes—a pitiful sight, like a once-proud flower now bloodied from thorns.

＊＊＊

His first time with Yoo Yisoo felt less like human lovemaking and more like raw mating. Like two blind beasts caught in a frenzied coupling, Siheon reached his peak during his third climax.

When he finally cooled down, the room had already fallen into darkness. Glancing at the clock hanging between the bedroom and bathroom, he let out a small, incredulous laugh. Starting around four and finishing near midnight—he’d never lost himself in such relentless madness before.

Standing under the shower for a long time, he still couldn’t cool down. Yisoo’s sobs, the relentless impact of him thrusting inside her, echoed in his ears like a persistent ringing, looping endlessly like a broken record.

When he returned to the bedroom, he noticed Yoo Yisoo lying tangled in the sheets, looking like a sandcastle, all but collapsed. She was so motionless and pale that, in her stillness, she seemed almost lifeless.

Gently brushing aside her tousled hair, he held a hand under her nose. Thankfully—or perhaps regretfully—he felt the faint warmth of her breathing. Looking closer, he could see her chest rising and falling beneath the sheets, barely visible.

The air conditioner hummed, yet the room was thick with warmth. Though their time together had ended half an hour ago, the scent of their bodies lingered faintly in the air. Still, it wasn’t unpleasant.

Leaving the woman sleeping as if dead, Siheon moved to his own space. He wanted her to rest undisturbed.

From now on, this was the only time she’d have any rest.

＊＊＊

Yoo Yisoo didn’t wake until dawn.

When one of the attendants expressed concern that she still hadn’t stirred, he entered the bedroom. With the air conditioner humming and the blackout curtains drawn fully closed, the room felt like a cool, dark cave.

The woman was curled up under the sheets like a small animal, seemingly unbothered by the heat. Siheon, with a cigarette between his lips, roughly pulled back the sheet. He’d meant to leave her alone while she slept, but his impatience to see Yoo Yisoo’s teary eyes was too strong.

“Get up.”

“Ugh…”

Yoo Yisoo groaned, unable to steady herself. It sounded more like the moans of someone who’d been thoroughly beaten than someone waking up. Without mercy, he yanked the sheet completely off and grabbed the remote to open the curtains.

“How long are you planning to stay passed out?”

“…”

“From start to finish yesterday, you messed with me; and that last time, I even went inside. Don’t you remember? You’ll need to take an emergency contraceptive or whatever within twenty-four hours.”

Only then did Yoo Yisoo seem to wake up, abruptly sitting up. Her milk-white skin was scattered with red, bruise-like marks. The obscene designs on her skin contrasted intriguingly with her noble face.

“Yihyun…”

“Let him focus on treatment for a few days. I already passed along the news that you’re safe.”

“There’s something I didn’t get to tell you yesterday. I’ll tell you now.”

She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand and brushed back her long hair. Her unfocused eyes wandered over his three-piece suit, avoiding his gaze—it was impossible to tell if it was intentional or unconscious.

“Our eldest uncle… Vice Chairman Yoo Incheol, is currently serving time for financial crimes. I’m sure Kwon Siheon knows.”

The late Chairman Yoo Namcheol, head of Hyoshin Construction, had two younger brothers, Yoo Incheol and Yoo Hyunrak. He had especially fierce competition with Yoo Incheol over succession in the past, resulting in a long-standing rivalry.

Last year, Yoo Incheol was convicted on charges of embezzling corporate funds worth billions and evading corporate taxes, sentenced to three and a half years. It was, in reality, a trap set by his older brother, Yoo Namcheol, that led to his downfall. Everyone in the know is aware of this.

The youngest, Yoo Hyunrak, was an outsider to the family, an illegitimate child of the founder Yoo Jaekwang. He’d long been involved in shady dealings, such as money laundering for influential political and financial figures, but he went missing when Hyoshin Global went bankrupt.

“There’s a chance he might be released with a CEOial pardon in May. Before I came to Hong Kong, our family’s housekeeper mentioned hearing it… they said it’s highly likely.”

The possibility wasn’t far-fetched. Special pardons, justified by themes like “Family Month,” “Year-end,” “New Year,” “economic revitalization,” and “social unity,” have been granted time and again.

“If not then, we’ll have to wait until Liberation Day in August…”

“And so?”

“Please protect Yihyun and me until my uncle is released.”

Siheon studied Yoo Yisoo intently before sitting down in the chair across from her. The proposal itself wasn’t surprising. Just because her cousin Yoo Hyeoksu was gone didn’t mean the twins were safe.

Just like the missing Yoo Hyunrak, there were blood relatives who were fixated on hidden slush funds, plus former executives and outsiders who’d assisted the late Yoo Namcheol.

The vultures were always there. Every time a corporation crumbles, scavengers circle the remnants, hungry for the crumbs left behind. But something about the Hyoshin Construction slush fund smelled especially fishy.

And why Yoo Incheol, of all people? He was a sworn enemy of their father.

Whether Yoo Yisoo was aware of his suspicions or not, she spoke again.

“It’s because there may be others targeting Yihyun… people after my father’s slush fund. The sudden disappearance of our second uncle also worries me…”

“You mean Yoo Hyunrak.”

Yoo Yisoo nodded, her eyes filled with genuine anxiety about the future.

“Until then, at least until I can be with my uncle… please let us be under Kwon Siheon’s protection.”

Her tone was calm. It was too detached to sound like a plea, yet it didn’t come across as indifferent. In fact, the lack of emotion made her request oddly persuasive, though it didn’t clear up his doubts.

“I’ll do whatever I can to compensate. If it’s money you want, I can discuss it with my uncle, aside from any slush funds…”

“So why are you discussing this with Yoo Incheol, of all people?”

He wasn’t curious about any hidden fortune Yoo Incheol might have stashed away or its amount. Even if it were substantial, it would be nothing compared to the operating income of the weakest subsidiary managed by Shinuehoe and Shinmyeong’s affiliate companies.

“I’ll determine the price. My question is, what makes you believe Yoo Incheol would protect his nephews? After his release, he’ll be too busy trying to get back on his feet.”

“…”

“No matter how virtuous your uncle might be, considering his hatred toward his brother, it would be normal for him to go after his nephews to trace any clue to that slush fund—likely going to extremes, possibly even burying them in concrete if necessary, worse than Yoo Hyeoksu did. It’s a highly plausible scenario.”

Even if he didn’t hate his nephews, it made no sense. They were, after all, the children of the brother who put him in prison.

Yoo Yisoo, of all people, should have already learned that blood ties mean nothing in the face of money. She’s no naive girl who’d fail to grasp that.

Then, could it be…

“Tell me. What kind of deal did you make with Yoo Incheol to trust him so completely?”

“There’s no deal… nothing of the sort.”

A cold silence filled the room. Yoo Yisoo couldn’t bear it any longer and broke the silence, her bare shoulders now partially covered by the sheets, with only her face visible. The sight somehow didn’t sit well with Siheon, and his questioning turned sharper.

“Nothing at all? Purely the affection between an uncle and his niece, is that it?”

“…….”

“Strange. Yoo Incheol isn’t exactly the sentimental type. Wasn’t he cold and ruthless in a different way from the late Yoo Namcheol?”

“He’s never been that way to me and Yihyun. He wouldn’t be in the future either. Even if he’s indifferent to others… only not to the two of us.”

The silence fell again, heavier and chillier than before, while the early light dimly peeked in through the windows. Siheon checked his watch and glanced back at Yoo Yisoo.

“Yoo Incheol and you two. Could it be…”

Siheon cut off his words on purpose, leaving space. Yoo Yisoo stayed quiet, seemingly unfazed but with her fingers faintly trembling as they clutched the sheet around her neck.

“Is Yoo Incheol your ‘real’ father?”

The implication was clear, and Yoo Yisoo’s head shot up. Her face paled, her clear eyes wide with anxiety, meeting his gaze directly. Within them, he saw pride, fear, contempt, and repulsion. Siheon didn’t miss it.

It’s true.

The remark had been a provocation, and Yoo Yisoo had fallen for it, a novice who could never compete with someone as seasoned as him.

“What a twisted family you have here,” he muttered.

Just like mine.

Yoo Yisoo dropped her head, unable to respond. She had missed her chance to deny it. Even with greed clouding his judgment, anyone would treat their children differently, wouldn’t they?

“So, does anyone else know this? If you want real protection, you’d better come clean.”

“To my knowledge, no one else knows.”

Her voice was barely audible.

“Only Yihyun, me, and our uncle… that’s all.”

Yoo Namcheol’s third wife, Na Eunhye, had passed away long ago, allegedly from cancer. Even if she were alive, who could she confide in about raising a child born out of an affair with her husband’s younger brother?

Yoo Namcheol likely hadn’t known, either. He wouldn’t have volunteered to care for someone else’s children, especially the children of the brother he despised.

“And I suppose your ‘uncle’ helped you doctor any DNA tests to confirm this truth.”

Yoo Yisoo’s silence was almost confirmation. With her head lowered, her shoulders seemed devoid of any emotion.

Then again, a child isn’t to blame for the circumstances of their birth. For such a child to feel shame would be unreasonable. If that were the rule, he himself should have renounced everything the moment he understood his own family’s history, maybe joined a monastery or taken up a vow.

And wouldn’t that be a farce? A child of one of the world’s most infamous dynasties becoming a monk or priest.

“Can we return to the matter at hand?”

Finally, Yoo Yisoo spoke again, her voice weak but clear.

“If you agree to my request….”

“So if I let myself be used for your request….”

Their voices mingled in the air, but it was clear who led the conversation.

“That means I’m free to do as I please with you, right?”

“…….”

“It seems you’re the one gaining much more from this arrangement. You’re aware of that, aren’t you? Unless you’re the only woman left in the world.”

“Yes, do as you please,” she answered, lowering her head completely.

No hint of resistance was visible. It was less resignation and more exhaustion, as if she had given up and simply accepted reality.

Acceptance or detachment. Her indifferent attitude made one of Siheon’s eyebrows twitch. An unplaceable feeling of displeasure crawled up his neck.

What was this unsettling feeling?

She was being compliant, yet something boiled within him. Had she cried and pleaded, it would have been less infuriating.

“Then…”

His irritation eased slightly as Yoo Yisoo began to speak again.

“Then… at least tell me where Yihyun is hospitalized. As you said, I’ll wait patiently until he’s fully recovered.”

Right. This girl has a fatal weakness, a clear vulnerability that could shatter her poise completely and place her at his mercy.

“Before that, there’s something I’m curious about.”

The morning light silhouetted him, casting a faint glow.

“What makes your brother, Lee Yihyun, a target? I could see reasons for going after Yoo Yongjin or Yoo Beomjin, but there’s no real basis for thinking he’d know where the hidden funds are. Lee Yihyun, even less so.”

Sickly, unable to finish college, and barely functional as a person… Even Yoo Namcheol had regarded him as a burden in life, hadn’t he?

“The reason… I don’t know either. Maybe they’re hoping to find the slightest clue. As much as my father disapproved of Yihyun, he was still one of his sons….”

Yoo Yisoo trailed off. Siheon looked at her thoughtfully before speaking.

“Lee Yihyun is in Paju.”

“What?”

As expected, Yoo Yisoo looked up, startled. Her widened eyes flickered with surprise and worry.

“He’s being cared for as a VIP patient in a place with good air and clean water. Rest easy.”

He provided her with a general idea of the hospital’s name and location under the Shinmyeong Group’s medical foundation. For now, he had no intention of pressing that weak spot. Weaknesses, after all, are best kept in reserve until the right moment.

＊＊＊

“So, when do you—or rather, when does CEO Kwon—plan to return to Korea?”

“Let’s see… I’ll have to stay here for about another month, so… early April at the earliest?”

Two weeks would have sufficed, but he intentionally added another two. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to prolong her longing to see her brother or if his desire to keep her close was stronger.

“Then, until then… could I at least speak with Yihyun on the phone… even if just a call….”

“Let’s talk again in a week. I need time to think about whether I’ll accept your proposal or not.”

The vibrant look in her eyes dimmed and faded completely. He still hadn’t given her an answer to her request, and last night’s intense passion was simply a price to be paid, as he had said.

“Yes, I understand.”

Her voice sank, as calm as her gaze. Yoo Yisoo lowered her head and avoided his eyes.

Siheon’s mouth twisted slightly. The composure he had tried so hard to maintain slipped once again, leaving him momentarily flustered. Sadistic impulses surged back in an instant.

“But… please consider it positively. I’ll do anything you ask.”

“You overestimate yourself.”

The man rose and approached the bed where Yoo Yisoo sat. She shrank back in surprise, retreating, but when Siheon grabbed her wrist and pulled her forward, she came along without resistance.

“Saying you’ll do anything… isn’t that just as good as being a maid, a servant, a concubine, isn’t it?”

At that last word, Yoo Yisoo’s eyes quivered visibly. But Siheon continued ruthlessly.

“No matter how well you do the chores or the night work, it’s not enough. Whatever Yoo Yisoo does won’t be enough to buy her a place in my shadow.”

“…….”

“Maybe there’s hidden money; maybe Yoo Incheol’s the biological father. It’s all nothing but mist.”

“Then what am I supposed to… ah!”

Siheon yanked her wrist toward him, and she stumbled forward, exposing her bare skin.

In one swift motion, his belt buckle clinked open. His eyes trailed over the marks left on her skin, and his pulse quickened.

It took just two seconds to undo the buttons and pull down the zipper. He was already half-aroused.

“Let’s start with this. We’ve got about 30 minutes.”

“Ah…!”

He roughly gripped her by the hair and pushed her head down.

“Get me hard and get me off in twenty minutes. Whether you use your mouth or your hands, that’s up to you.”

“Mmm….”

Her flushed face was pressed against his length, and though she whimpered, Siheon ignored it, feeling a surge of arousal at the soft skin of her cheeks and her moist lips.

“Good, you’ve got me ready.”

He sharply slapped her cheek with his thick, erect length.

“…Stop it!”

A faint light flickered in Yoo Yisoo’s eyes. It was the first time she responded with defiance, and Siheon’s mouth curved in a slight, amused smile.

“I agreed to sleep with CEO Kwon, not to be treated like this…!”

“So, did Yoo Yisoo ask you to go easy on killing Yoo Hyeoksu?”

“…….”

“Did they request it to be as painless and humane as possible?”

His hand moved to the back of Yoo Yisoo’s neck.

“When someone asks for a killing, they don’t usually get to dictate the method or the means. So….”

“Agh!”

He yanked her hair, twisting her delicate neck sharply.

“So don’t complain about how I handle things with you.”

“…….”

“And, it seems you’re new to this, Yoo Yisoo.”

The once-rough hand now gently smoothed her hair, which somehow made Yoo Yisoo tremble even more.

“Sex isn’t something to be done carefully. That’s what makes it satisfying.”

“…….”

“If you wanted a weak performance, you should’ve gone to someone over seventy.”

“You awful… you…!”

Yoo Yisoo quickly shut her mouth. Siheon’s smile deepened, and he could see the fear in her eyes reflected back in his own look of satisfaction.

“What’s next after ‘awful’?”

Siheon chuckled. Yes, go ahead, get angry and curse. Don’t just collapse weakly as if you’re nothing. That makes it worth bothering you.

“Say it. What am I? Scumbag? Bastard? Trash? Dirty mongrel? Wretched dog? Lower than a dog?”

Yoo Yiseo shut her eyes tightly, as if unwilling to deal with it any longer. In front of her tightly closed lips, the flushed, swollen tip of his member twitched, leaking precum.

“Whatever—fine. But… did you know this?”

Yoo Yiseo opened her eyes narrowly. She parted her lips slightly, looking at the shaft right before her but didn’t turn away.

“I might be a bastard, sure, but from now on, the one who really has to act like a dog is you, Yoo Yiseo.”

He reached out, tenderly smoothing her disheveled hair. Traces of his fluid marked the places where his member had grazed.

“Guess you’ll have to act like a good, obedient dog from now on, won’t you?”

A voice as soft as the hand running through his hair. Yoo Yisoo flinched slightly at the touch on his shoulder but said nothing.

What could he say, really? Considering his precious twin sibling might meet a brutal end in a foreign land, perhaps it was better to survive, even like this. Like the saying goes, even rolling in the dirt is still life.

“Your body, from head to toe, is strictly under my control. Got it? Even covering for Lee Yihyun.”

“…….”

“Until Yoon Incheol is released and we settle things properly, it means you’ll stick close to me, doing exactly as I say.”

“…….”

“When I tell you to spread your legs, you spread them. If I say I want it from behind, you stay quiet and get in position. And if I put something in front of you like this…”

“Ugh! …”

“Then the polite thing would be to open up and take it, wouldn’t it?”

Gripping his chin, he forced himself in, filling Yoo Yisoo’s mouth entirely. A flush rose around Yisoo’s eyes.

“That is what Yoo Yisoo’s work will entail from now on.”

“At least for a few months, your life is collateral to me.”

“Since you proposed this arrangement yourself, don’t look so resentful,” Siheon said, lightly lifting her chin, his smile mocking yet challenging.

Can you really deny it, Yoo Yisoo?

It was Yoo Yisoo who first asked for help, Yoo Yisoo who pleaded for the cousin’s death, and Yoo Yisoo who said she would do anything for her and her younger sibling’s safety—even if her stiff, noble demeanor did stir some resentment.