TIOAWN Chapter 10

Drawing the same outline, over and over again. Even after drawing dozens of sketches, there were times when their value remained unproven.

 

In those moments, I felt like biting my tongue.

 

Was this truly the extent of my worth? Is this as far as I go?

 

How much more do I need to prove? My chest felt tight, and I couldn’t breathe. My fingers stiffened, and my body turned cold as ice.

 

But the “proof of worth” this man spoke of felt different.

 

My heart raced, and my breath quickened, yet my blood boiled instead.

 

My mind scattered, and I felt like I had become someone else entirely.

 

Ha-yoon reached out and brushed aside Moo-geon’s bangs.

 

It felt as if I might truly be devoured, just like this.

 

The night sky, deep and immeasurable, glowed red as though meeting the dawn.

 

I don’t want to let go—not this heat, this impulse, nor even this rising thirst.

 

Just a little longer. Just one more word.

 

Ha-yoon shifted her lower body closer with a rustle, but the hand that had been teasing her withdrew.

 

“Ah.”

 

When his nail grazed the edge of her entrance, her entire body stiffened.

 

“Why…?”

 

As Ha-yoon clung to him, Moo-geon gently scratched the edge of her folds with his index fingernail. Once, twice. The repeated action should have brought pleasure, but it only seemed to drift farther away.

 

As Ha-yoon panted heavily, letting out short, broken breaths, Moo-geon slipped his tongue into her mouth soothingly.

 

A faint smile played on his lips as he softly laughed with his mouth pressed against hers. His tongue, overlapping hers, traced along the folds of her inner walls, gliding along the soft lining.

 

Even as this unfolded, her entrance securely gripped his index finger.

 

“Relax.”

 

Before I completely break you.

 

Moo-geon whispered coldly as he nibbled on Ha-yoon’s earlobe, pushing his teasing finger deeply inside.

 

“Ah, mm, hng.”

 

Unaccustomed to the intrusion, Ha-yoon bit her lip. As Moo-geon briefly gave her a pause, he quickly tapped her lips and invaded them again.

 

He pulled her small tongue toward him, teasingly pushed it back, and then fiercely entangled it, leaving her gasping for breath. His teeth grazed hers one by one, and his tongue traced every edge down to the roots.

 

On the other hand, the finger parting her entrance was surprisingly gentle. Slowly pushing in and pulling out, he moved his finger sideways as though creating space, occasionally seeking out her sensitive spots.

 

“St-stop, ah, stop.”

 

Ha-yoon whimpered, shaking her head. This was too much. Her body felt like it would melt under the overwhelming sensations flooding in all at once.

 

“Shall I stop?”

 

Contrary to the moisture-laden tone, Moo-geon whispered mercilessly, his frosty gaze bearing down on her.

 

He stroked Ha-yoon’s flushed cheek tenderly, as though soothing her. Instinctively seeking warmth, she turned her face toward his palm, nuzzling into it.

 

As if comforting her, he patted her cheek lightly before placing his hand on her slender neck. Gripping it even slightly would surely cut off her breath.

 

Moo-geon stared at Ha-yoon with a detached expression, as though weighing the decision to squeeze. Meanwhile, the fingers moving below were filled with overwhelming emotion.

 

Finally, he invaded the entrance of her womb, poking and prodding as if daring her to escape.

 

“Ah, mm. Please, hng, please.”

 

With her eyes tightly shut, Ha-yoon pressed her cheek against Moo-geon’s palm as though unable to endure the sensations any other way.

 

At this, Moo-geon raised one corner of his mouth in a slanted smirk.

 

The subtle movements of his lower body, rubbing his prominent manhood against her still-clothed mound, were decadent enough to make her swallow dryly.

 

Unlike the coldness in his eyes, Ha-yoon’s lower half was damp, sticky, and thoroughly wet. As though a tide had come in, Moo-geon’s pupils gradually became saturated.

 

His hand, which had passed her slender neck, began exploring Ha-yoon’s soft, round breasts. He grabbed them as though about to burst them, pressing his face against them. The friction from her hardened nipples sent Ha-yoon into breathless gasps.

 

“Mm, ah.”

 

Saliva that she couldn’t swallow stretched long and dripped down her lips. Moo-geon licked it up with his tongue, invading her mouth again.

 

“Ah, mm.”

 

Ha-yoon’s head fell back as though unable to support itself. Moo-geon followed closely, not letting her escape.

 

As though thirsty for more, Ha-yoon kept sticking out her tongue, only for Moo-geon to claim it for himself, dragging his tongue across her lips.

 

“Ah. Mm. Hng. Ah!”

 

When he firmly pressed inside, curling his index finger like a hook and rubbing against her inner walls, Ha-yoon’s hips jolted violently.

 

Moo-geon swiftly withdrew his finger, brushing it around Ha-yoon’s lips. The transparent liquid coating his finger soon disappeared as he inserted it into Ha-yoon’s mouth.

 

As though it were her entrance, he teased the tip of her tongue before drawing wide circles. Pressing firmly against her tongue, he reached deep, making Ha-yoon choke and cough.

 

“Bite it.”

 

He commanded, pressing his lips against her ear. Ha-yoon hesitantly closed her teeth around his finger.

 

As if anticipating this, Moo-geon moved his finger between her teeth, letting the ridges and joints scrape against her.

 

“Ah. Mm.”

 

Ha-yoon’s tongue, unable to resist the invasion, was pushed back before it followed suit. Moo-geon pressed down on Ha-yoon’s tongue with the tip of his index finger, then scratched it lightly with his fingernail.  

 

Seo Ha-yoon, thoroughly absorbed in desire, was really seductive. To the point where Moo-geon wanted to shove himself in and thrust his hips mercilessly.  

 

But this wouldn’t do.  

 

The purpose of this act wasn’t to satisfy Seo Ha-yoon, was it?  

 

Feel it with your whole body, Seo Ha-yoon. What it means to have foolishly agreed to this act, to understand how foolish a choice you’ve made.  

 

“Suck it.”  

 

Ha-yoon, trembling as though she might bite off the man’s finger, instead rounded her lips as if relieved, then took the finger in her mouth, wrapping her tongue around it.  

 

Squelch, squelch. She sucked on it with force, as if savoring a candy, and her saliva naturally trickled down. Transparent fluid layered over the slick surface of her saliva. Moo-geon’s knuckles, now sticky with spit, pressed against Ha-yoon’s entrance like a punishment, rubbing roughly.  

 

This act was clearly meant as a punishment for Seo Ha-yoon, but his own body heated up uncontrollably.  

 

His breathing grew rough, and his groin throbbed with a dull ache. Damn it.  

 

Moo-geon buried his face into Ha-yoon’s nape, then completely peeled off the dress that had been only half-removed.  

 

Ha-yoon shivered and clattered his teeth at the sudden chill, prompting Moo-geon to slip his tongue between the gaps.  

 

“Bite it.”  

 

Wouldn’t it be better if Seo Ha-yoon bit his tongue to shreds and ended this madness? Wouldn’t it be better to stop this insanity, even if it had to be done that way?  

 

“Bite it until it’s ragged. Mercilessly tear it apart.”  

 

Moo-geon whispered into her ear.  

 

Despite the overbearing and coercive tone, Ha-yoon didn’t budge. Instead, she poked and prodded with her tongue, sending shivers down Moo-geon’s spine.  

 

His thighs tightened, and the heat coursing through his upper body shifted entirely to his lower half. His hip bones jutted out prominently, and his buttocks tensed and lifted.  

 

Moo-geon’s large hand, which had been trailing down Ha-yoon’s spine, rubbed against his pelvis and slowly crawled upward like a snake. Stroking the rounded shoulder blades, Moo-geon used one leg to spread Ha-yoon’s legs apart.  

 

The moist movements of her tongue became wetter. Like gentle waves lapping, it parted the red flesh, moving with strength.  

 

Pressing down with the root of his tongue, Moo-geon kept it upright and licked along the smooth curve of Ha-yoon’s shoulders, tracing over her collarbone, leaving traces as he went.  

 

Ha-yoon’s pale skin bloomed with red marks wherever Moo-geon’s lips touched. One petal turned into two, then three, until the flower was in full bloom. He persistently sucked until it was complete.  

 

Finally stopping at the soft mound, Moo-geon closed his eyes and tasted the tender skin with his tongue, savoring it. When his tongue hit a firm and unfamiliar texture, he pulled back.  

 

A long red mark stretched down the middle of the soft, pale chest. Moo-geon’s black pupils, filled with both desire and longing, focused intently on the scar as if to devour it.  

 

It was as though he had seen something he wasn’t supposed to see, something he shouldn’t have confirmed. For a moment, Moo-geon lost his words.  

 

“Fuck.”  

 

A storm of indescribable emotions surged across Moo-geon’s face.  

 

“…I-it’s cold.”  

 

Ha-yoon mumbled, curling her body as cold air brushed between them.  

 

“It’s cold, huh?”  

 

The heat that had risen to Moo-geon’s forehead instantly dissipated. His chest turned cold as ice, and the blood that had gathered in his lower body reversed its course.  

 

Overwhelmed by the scent of sweet flesh. Led astray by those small, beckoning hands.  

 

He had momentarily forgotten. Forgotten the purpose of this act. Forgotten why Seo Ha-yoon was still alive.  

 

Swallowing his bitter self-reproach, Moo-geon flipped Ha-yoon over with a rough grip. As if trying not to etch the red scar into his memory, he pressed down hard on the small frame.  

 

“How does it feel to live in comfort, unaware of the sins your father committed?”  

 

Moo-geon growled.  

 

Contempt weighed down on Ha-yoon’s body. The sordid past oozed like spilled fluid.  

 

Moo-geon kneaded Ha-yoon’s round buttocks as he aligned their lower bodies.  

 

“Live however you want, and life will screw you over.”  

 

The words Seo Myung-sik had once said floated through his mind.  

 

Suppressing his derision, Moo-geon brought his lips to Ha-yoon’s ear.  

 

“They say if you live selfishly, life will ruin you. What do you think, Seo Ha-yoon?”  

 

Moo-geon whispered in an emotionless voice. The cold tone made Ha-yoon gasp sharply.