IMFOBO | CH 45 | Three Months? I Can’t Wait That Long

Tae-san silenced Eun-cho’s startled gasp with his lips.

In the dark, their bodies pressed close together, her wide eyes darting nervously—she looked unusually docile.

It was his brother Gi-bum’s wife who stepped into the garage, shaking the rainwater off her umbrella.

“Hon, are you working late today? I think your brother’s finally come to his senses. Mom’s all excited about how she managed to tame that wild dog with her sweet face, and Grandpa’s still suspicious.”

Se-yeon stood beside the car, chatting away on the phone with her husband.

She clearly didn’t expect much of a response—just too caught up in gossiping about what had gone down at Baekunjae.

Still covering Eun-cho’s mouth gently, Tae-san shifted them a step deeper into the garage.

Now completely swallowed by darkness.

They were tucked away behind the pile of odds and ends—no way Se-yeon could see them from where she stood.

Their gazes tangled in the shadows, searing hot.

Eun-cho shook her head slowly.

‘Please… stop…’

Her breath quickened with the tense urgency of possibly being discovered.

But Tae-san, ever relentless, paid no heed to her desperate attempt at remaining undetected.

Eun-cho stared over Tae-san’s shoulder, her eyes trembling with anxious dread.

It made her look even more endearing.

“Don’t do this,” she whispered.

“Shhh. You’ll get us caught,” he replied.

Their voices, just barely audible to each other, melted into the charged air.

“They said nothing works unless it’s Eunc-ho,” Se-yeon chirped outside.

Yep, that line had clearly stolen the show.

It left an impact, no doubt.

“Don’t worry,” Tae-san murmured, “I work very well.”

“You pervert,” she shot back.

Leaning in, Tae-san whispered into her ear, amused by how easily Eun-cho was swept into his rhythm.

Well, she did call him a pervert. He couldn’t exactly let her down now, could he?

“Mmph—”

Tae-san chuckled softly, nipped at her nape, and trailed his way downward.

When his lips closed around her sharply defined collarbone, Eun-cho let out a soft moan.

Startled by the sound she made, she quickly slapped a hand over her mouth.

She didn’t need a mirror to know—her eyes had surely gone wide like a frightened rabbit.

“Come to think of it, didn’t Tae-san and Eun-cho leave first? Why’s the car still here?”

Se-yeon paused mid-call and glanced around.

Eun-cho shrank further into herself, terrified they might get caught tangled up like this.

He seriously has the bandwidth to focus on this crap right now?

As Tae-san’s hand brushed down her waist, Eun-cho looked like she might burst into tears at any second.

Her cheeks were flushed, her body frozen in place, not knowing what to do.

She desperately shook his shoulder without making a sound.

“Oh, maybe I was mistaken? Anyway, the fact that the almighty Ryu Tae-san declared he’s settling down with one woman—if that’s not shocking, what is?”

Tae-san, completely unbothered by the mention of his name, kept nibbling along her skin, his lips trailing sticky-slow kisses across her body, leaving mark after mark.

“……!”

He bit at the faintly visible skin beneath her thin blouse.

The same Eun-cho who flinched just from a kiss on the nape—who knows if she wouldn’t actually faint this time.

“Oh please, they say the young master is uninterested in women? Sure, all the girls made the first move, but still…”

Se-yeon smoothed out her rain-dampened clothes and opened the driver’s door.

The car started, then rolled out of the garage with a pair of low growls.

The garage door opened, flooding the space with dusky light—

—And right then, a sharp pain shot up Tae-san’s shin.

“Are you seriously a pervert?”

“For someone so disgusted, you seemed to really enjoy it, Lee Eun-cho.”

Eun-cho, panting and flustered, had whacked his shin with the pointed toe of her stiletto.

It had to have hurt like hell, but Tae-san didn’t back away—instead, he chuckled.

“If only my sister-in-law had stayed just a bit longer. Shame.”

“What kind of guy is this shameless?”

“You agreed to marry me not knowing? What a pity—can’t take it back now.”

Tae-san lazily traced a finger along the reddish mark he’d left just beneath her collarbone.

Eun-cho, still fuming, glared daggers sharp enough to cut.

“Give me the keys.”

“You’re ditching me? Gonna run off on your own?”

Eun-cho glanced at his noticeably… inflated lower half with a wary side-eye.

Clearly unimpressed.

“I think we need to keep some distance. For today.”

It’s dangerous.
The added words came with a clear edge.

“I said, give me the keys.”

God, even her threats were cute.
The more embarrassed she got, the stiffer and formal she became.

My soon-to-be wife.

Tae-san held the keys high over his head, as if daring her to try and take them.

Fuming, Eun-cho reached out in every direction, flailing around to grab the car keys from him.

“Give it here! Come on! Hey!”

Unfortunately for her, the rain-soaked ground was very slippery.

Losing her balance, Eun-cho tipped forward—practically crashing into Tae-san.

He instinctively reached out to catch her, but he was a second too late.

With her full weight thrown at him, Tae-san ended up flat on his butt.

Even worse, Eun-cho fell right into the space between his legs.

Her vision went white for a second.

He was over 20 centimeters taller than her—what on earth made her think she had a shot at snatching the keys?

This was the tragic outcome of sheer, stubborn pride.

She’d thought she was going to smash face-first into the hard concrete floor—

—

But it didn’t hurt.
It was warm. Soft.

Something vaguely firm and squishy tapped against her cheek.

Wait… why does this feel familiar?

“…Oh no.”

Of all the places to land—why there?

That oddly familiar texture?
It was that, alright.

The very same rock-hard thing that had been prodding her thigh earlier.

The most definitely not cute part of Ryu Tae-san, currently pressing against her cheek, just waiting for its moment to strike.

If it was Tae-san, there was no telling what he’d do with an opening like this.

As if the situation wasn’t mortifying enough—

“Oh my, Tae-san?”

A smooth, elegant voice rang out from behind them.

The last voice Eun-cho ever wanted to hear right now.

No. No. No!

Eun-cho desperately prayed her ears were lying to her.

Madam Han, after calling out her son’s name, went totally silent.

The quiet felt weird. Eerily drawn out. The kind that makes your blood run cold.

No—my image!

Panicking, Eun-cho tried to spring to her feet.

But of all things—she planted her hand in a puddle.

Her palm slipped, her body wobbled—

And once again, her head dropped right into the same cursed spot between his thighs.

“Augh!”

The harder she tried to escape, the deeper she sank into the swamp.

Her cheek pressed against something heavy—and as she struggled to get up, her face rubbed against it.

“This is getting real suggestive, you know?”

“W-wait! That’s not what this is!”

Why—why was it always Eun-cho who had to suffer the shame and embarrassment?

And why was he so infuriatingly calm through it all?

If her grandmother had seen this scene unfold, she would’ve had just one thing to say:

“Lewd. So lewd.”

Eun-cho sprang to her feet with desperate speed.

The bridge of her nose was throbbing, but she forced a smile like nothing had happened.

“Uh, M-Mother? It’s not what it looks like!”

She blurted out the denial before anything else.

But of course, if anyone was truly Ryu Tae-san’s mother, it was Madam Han—smiling serenely like a blooming flower.

“Oh, I understand. It’s fine, Eun-cho. When young people get… passionate, these things happen. Hoho.”

No, I’m not fine.

This was obviously a massive misunderstanding, so why was she smiling like she approved?!

How utterly embarrassing.

“I’m sorry to have interrupted. Oh—and don’t worry, Tae-san. I’ll talk to your grandfather. I’ll convince him.”

She was going to report this to Chairman Ryu, too.

At this rate, she might as well announce to the entire family that the two were deeply involved in every sense of the word.

She was dying of shame. Absolutely dying.

“M-Mother, really! That’s not what it was!”

Eun-cho mumbled like she might burst into tears at any second.

Madam Han, looking apologetic as if she’d truly interrupted something intimate, quickly made her retreat.

So flustered was she, she even seemed to forget whatever errand she’d originally come out for.

“Pfft.”

Once again, they were alone in the garage.

Eun-cho glared daggers at Tae-san.

“You could’ve said something. I didn’t know you were so interested in my crotch.”

His teasing voice had a faint trace of laughter.

He was clearly loving this entire situation.

Tae-san looked at her with smoldering eyes, the same playful grin on his face.

“No choice. We need to move up the wedding.”

“Wh-what? Why?!”

“At this rate, I’m going to explode before we even hit three months.”

He casually dropped the bombshell, lowering his gaze—

Right to the impressive, stubborn bulge standing proud between his legs.