IMFOBO | CH 39 | You’re the First

A strange tension swelled in the cold, lifeless space.

Her slender neckline quivered faintly as she swallowed hard.

Lee Eun-cho, biting her lower lip and unsure where to rest her gaze, stirred an odd sense of competitive desire.

Pop.

The lights went out, and a thick darkness clung to her skin.

As Eun-cho hesitated and tried to step back, Tae-san grasped her slender waist. His hands, which seemed to be exploring inside her sweatshirt, made her lose her bearings in the darkness, her trembling eyes visible.

“Don’t eat me, you said.”

But what’s this?

Eun-cho looked at Tae-san’s hands caressing her waist with eyes seeking an explanation.

“You’re the first.”

Tae-san leaned his head down and whispered softly into her ear.

His hot breath poured over Euncho’s neck and ear.

Even with her shoulders instinctively tensing in a defensive motion, the blood rushing through him was a clear sign that his desire was stirred.

With an innocent, almost naive expression, Eun-cho pressed her lips tightly together before parting them, letting a low, muffled voice escape.

“Liar.”

It couldn’t be. She looked at him with disbelieving, resentful eyes, yet she couldn’t push him away, frozen like someone whose thoughts had stopped.

Tae-san found it detestable to let others into his space. His claim about never having been with a woman in bed was a lie, but it was true that Eun-cho was the first woman he had brought here.

When Jung-seok joked about his monthly girlfriends, none of those relationships were deep. They were just flings.

“Hmm.”

Tae-san lightly kissed along her neck, his lips grazing her skin. Her delicate body kept twitching as if her senses were being pierced all over.

She wouldn’t know that he wanted to kiss her neck again and again, filled with the scent of fresh grass and flowers.

The woman, not used to such acts, kept stumbling.

Tae-san firmly held her waist and lowered his lips. The kiss was more intense and richer than before, perhaps because of the interrupted flow of their previous kiss.

“Hmm…”

Eun-cho’s breathing stopped. Tae-san sucked her lips as if devouring them, mixing his tongue with hers through her loosely parted lips.

The sensor lights flickered back on, illuminating the room.

Visible now was Eun-cho, her face flushed, shivering at the pleasure she was receiving.

Was the face of a woman kissing so stimulating?

Damn it.

He wanted to be drunk on the sweet saliva flowing from the tip of his tongue, like a boy experiencing his first crush.

“…Haa…”

The moment he heard Eun-cho’s suppressed sigh, Ryu Tae-san lost control. He was like a lunatic.

In the dark, Tae-san smiled, lifting Eun-cho into his arms. This was the first time he had ever carried a woman like this.

“Ugh…!”

“You don’t want to do it here, do you?”

They stepped into the neatly arranged space. Tae-san looked down at Eun-cho, who was struggling in his arms.

“Take it off.”

“What, what?”

Tae-san playfully pulled up the corner of his lips and removed Eun-cho’s shoes.

Thud.

The sound of her sneakers hitting the floor was heavy. The house remained dimly lit, which Tae-san liked. All his senses were focused on Eun-cho, making him feel her more intensely.

They crossed the large living room and entered the master bedroom. The low-lit streetlights outside cast a glow.

“…”

When he laid Eun-cho on the bed, a faint noise sounded. The room, which only had a king-sized bed, seemed to gain warmth from her presence alone.

“Mr. Tae-san, this doesn’t feel right.”

Eun-cho closed her eyes, her cheek still in his hand. As they drew closer, the sound of a heartbeat seemed to echo in his ears.

“If you don’t like it, push me away.”

She was past the age of innocence, unaware of the implications of spending a day at a man’s house.

Tae-san held Eun-cho in his arms, his hands on the mattress. At least in his territory, there was no escape.

The woman, though trembling, didn’t show fear. She was disheveled.

As he ran his hand through her hair, softness enveloped him. When he gently turned her head, her pale neckline became visible in the dark.

Her neck was soft and tender, making him unable to pull away from the kiss. He sucked and nibbled, his hot breath flowing over her delicate neck.

The softness of her body was satisfying, filling his hands.

Everything about Eun-cho pleased him.

Just as his hand invaded her underwear, his nerves tensed like an electric current flowing through his body.

“I didn’t come here for that.”

The problem lay elsewhere. Eun-cho, who had endured the kisses and caresses, suddenly sat up, her eyes wide with alertness.

She placed her hand over his, which was caressing her chest, and shook her head.

“So you don’t like it?”

Tae-san gently massaged the corner of his eye with his other hand. The woman looked up at him with a gentle gaze.

Damn it. Seeing her moist eyes sparked another wave of fierce desire.

This was something he shouldn’t have rushed into. Once the fire started, it was hard to control. He was the one going wild, Ryu Tae-san.

It felt incredibly good. Just from a kiss, and he wondered if he could handle the real thing.

“…I don’t dislike it.”

But then came an unexpected response. If she had disliked it, she would have bitten his hand hard enough to make holes.

“But…?”

“I’m a bit scared.”

Tae-san smoothed her hair and met her gaze. Her eyes were moist, tinged with red.

“You’re overwhelming me like this.”

“…”

Eun-cho mimicked Tae-san, embracing his cheek and kissing him. It was a gentle, almost childish peck.

The kiss was not as explicit as before; it was more like a peck. Yet, his hand continued to caress her chest.

Even elementary school kids don’t kiss like this anymore. A sigh of exasperation escaped, but his abdomen was boiling…

“Be gentle, go slow.”

“What I want to do with you isn’t child’s play.”

The woman who had just parted her lips looked straight at him. Her gaze was impossible to refuse.

“What a silly guy.”

“…Today, just let me sleep, okay?”

He had promised not to eat her up. Yes, a promise. A damn promise.

Ryu Tae-san had never considered that a woman might push him away when he wanted her.

“Ha.”

His excited voice sounded like a moan. Eun-cho looked up at him with tearful eyes.

He had once thought that making someone cry would be satisfying, but…

“It’s not like this.”

Ryu Tae-san didn’t have the habit of savoring the best things slowly. If something tasted good, he should enjoy it from the start.

Yet, for Eun-cho, he wanted to accommodate her.

Men were supposed to advance, not retreat. Giving up during intimacy was unthinkable.

“…Lie down.”

He stopped. His lower body was so tense it felt like it might burst.

Am I really a coward?

As the stimulation ceased, Eun-cho slipped under the covers, pulling them up to her neck. The sight of only her eyes peeking out might’ve seemed oddly alluring—but only if Ryu Taesan was out of his mind.

“You seem kind.”

“Huh?”

This was the most absurd compliment he had ever received, especially from a woman flushed with desire.

“And cute.”

What the…?

Tae-san looked at her with incredulous eyes, and Eun-cho smiled faintly, as if erasing what had just happened. Her gentle smile was captivating.

“Come closer.”

Tae-san fetched a small outfit from the dresser and placed it on the mattress.

“Change and sleep.”

Eun-cho cautiously grasped the hem of Tae-san’s clothes. As he looked down, the dangerous woman opened her lips.

“Where should I sleep?”

“Ha…”

His sanity was on the verge of snapping. He gritted his teeth, holding onto his thoughts.

The phrase that kept echoing in his mind was something he had never considered before.

Am I really a coward?