DFY Ch 30

It was a mystery how Sodam had made it to the front door without a call from security announcing a visitor passing through.

“Hello, Team Leader.”

“Come in for now.”

His heart pounded.

Just moments ago, he’d been resentful and bitter toward Sodam, but seeing her face turned him into a fool, instantly lifting his spirits.

His chest fluttered.

He wanted to pull Sodam into his arms right then and there, planting a kiss on her glistening forehead.

“Were you about to head out…?” Sodam asked.

Junwoo gestured for her to sit on the sofa. Tossing his jacket aside, the swollen shape of his penis, embarrassingly prominent through his suit, was exposed.

“I thought it was my mother coming, so I was going to cover it with the jacket.”

“Oh…”

Sodam, too embarrassed to look at his lower half, turned her head away, her face flushing red.

Even her shy demeanor was so beautiful it made his heart race.

“Want some tea?”

“No, thanks.”

“You haven’t eaten, right?”

“No.”

“I’ll make you some food.”

“No, it’s fine.”

“Why not? It’s mealtime.”

“It’s just… a bit awkward to eat together with you like that.”

“Then eat alone, Sodam.”

“No, I’ll just eat at home later.”

Junwoo tilted his head.

“How’d you get here? You can’t enter without security clearance.”

“I saw a resident going through the security gate and slipped in behind them.”

“Ah…”

Sodam rummaged through her handbag and handed something to Junwoo.

“What’s this?”

“A small token of appreciation.”

Junwoo opened the gift box she’d given him. Inside was a tie, reasonably priced for an average office worker.

For Junwoo, who had so many luxury ties he threw them out seasonally for lack of space, receiving a tie had never sparked joy—it was the most predictable gift.

But this gift from Sodam was different.

To Junwoo, who only dealt with the creme de la creme of luxury brands, the tie’s unknown label didn’t matter. What mattered was that Sodam had put thought into it for him.

“Why are you giving this to me?”

“You told me about my ex cheating, and thanks to that, I saved a ton of money in the breakup process. It didn’t feel right to let it slide without doing something…”

Junwoo took the tie out of its case. The simple navy striped pattern matched his personal color palette perfectly.

“Here.”

He handed the tie back to Sodam.

Her eyes widened, and her lips trembled.

“I-I know it’s a humble gift. I’m sorry. If you don’t like it…”

“No, I like it. I really, really like it.”

“Then why…?”

Sodam seemed confused about why Junwoo was giving it back.

“Since you gave it to me, tie it for me. I’m already in a suit anyway.”

“Oh…”

Sodam’s earlobes turned red. Seeing her shy reaction made his erection throb even harder.

He’d thrown out the cheap trick expecting a refusal, but to his surprise, she took the tie willingly.

She moved closer to him on the sofa and wrapped the tie around his neck.

Having the woman he liked tie his tie felt like a dream.

Time seemed to slow down.

Her fair skin, big eyes, delicate nose, and cute lips—he took it all in.

Her trembling breath brushed against his upper lip.

Junwoo leaned closer to her.

“If you get this close, it’s hard to tie—ah!”

Before she could finish, Junwoo grabbed the nape of her neck and pulled her in.

Her sweet breath was too irresistible to not kiss her.

He laid her down on the sofa. Slipping his hand under her blouse, he unhooked her bra in one swift motion.

This time, the clasp was in the back, not the front. Still, Junwoo undid it effortlessly without a hint of hesitation.

“I’m pretty good at unhooking bras, right?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah…”

Junwoo felt a swell of pride at the praise for his bra-unhooking skills.

The resentment he’d felt toward Sodam vanished completely.

Just having her here with him made him happy.

He slipped his tongue between her lips.

Sodam briefly pushed against his chest but soon wrapped her arms around his neck.

His heart trembled.

Every time they’d had sex before, it was under the influence—but now, she was accepting him fully sober.

Though they’d already been intimate, it felt like the first time—exciting, heart-pounding, like he could soar.

Nibbling on her lower lip, Junwoo whispered in a ticklish voice, “Sodam, let’s date.”

Despite being rejected twice, he confessed again.

“I told you that won’t work… I’m a broken-off fiancée. Even though my ex cheated, I’m not ready to give my heart to someone else right now.”

As expected, Sodam turned him down again.

It hurt.

But maybe he was getting used to rejection?

Unlike last time, the pain didn’t hit as hard. If she rejected him four or five more times, maybe it wouldn’t faze him at all.

“Sodam, let’s da—”

“We can’t date, but I’ll help you, Team Leader.”

“What did you say?”

About to confess again, Junwoo narrowed his eyes at her.

Pinned beneath him, Sodam cautiously parted her pretty lips.

“I don’t know what’s going on, but with your… situation down there, I feel bad too. It started after that night with me, after all.”

“How do you plan to help?”

“…You said it’s fine for three days after we do it.”

“So… wait, are you saying you’ll do it with me every three days?”

Sodam nodded at his question.

His heart sank.

He’d thought a relationship was off the table forever, but the idea of maintaining some connection with her felt like a dream.

“But only until your… thing down there gets better.”

“Fine.”

“And no doing it on the days it’s okay.”

“Got it.”

“No sleepovers either.”

“I’ll follow your rules, Sodam.”

“Okay. I promise.”

“So, we’re sex partners then?”

Sex partners.

It was a relationship Junwoo had never even considered with a woman.

But to hold onto Sodam, he didn’t care.

Starting with a physical connection was better than not starting at all.

Hadn’t he heard that physical intimacy could turn into emotional attachment?

He vowed to do his best to win her heart while they were together.

“…Sure, let’s call it that.”

Sodam nodded with a slightly impulsive expression.

She began unbuttoning her blouse herself, but Junwoo gently brushed her hands away.

“Stay still, Sodam. I’ll undo the buttons.”

“I can handle buttons myself.”

“I want to do it all for you.”

Though they’d agreed to be sex partners, Junwoo’s heart felt differently.

He didn’t want to use a precious woman as a mere tool for sex.

He’d worship her like a girlfriend—no, a queen—no, a goddess.

Junwoo peeled off her blouse. He tossed the already-unhooked bra to the floor and buried his face in her chest.

Her full breasts were intoxicating. His aching erection twitched, ready to release.

Being in Sodam’s embrace felt like he’d gained the world.

What would it feel like to truly have her?

Imagining a future where they were lovers, Junwoo slipped into euphoria.

“Hnng, mmh.”

He scooped up the moaning Sodam. No matter how urgent it was, he didn’t want to do it hastily on the sofa.

Carrying her, he strode to the bedroom. Worried about straining her, he laid her on the bed with utmost care.

“I just showered, but I’ll wash my hands and dick one more time.”

“You’re stopping in the middle?”

“It’s going inside you, so it has to be perfectly clean.”

Leaving Sodam, still topless, on the bed, Junwoo headed to the bathroom. He shed his cumbersome suit and scrubbed his hands and penis with soap ten times each.

He’d masturbated so much the skin felt raw. The once-pink hue was now unfamiliar.