TIOAWN Chapter 11

When Ha-yoon’s chest, which had been toyed with in his hands, was pressed against the cold floor, her body twisted violently. She felt the chill once more.  

 

Moo-geon pressed down with his weight. The veins on the back of his hand, which was undoing the buckle, stood out prominently. His sprung member didn’t even have time to cling to his navel.  

 

Moo-geon used his index finger to press down his member and slid it between the cleft of Ha-yoon’s buttocks.  

 

“Ah.”  

 

The faint moan wasn’t an issue. Staring fixedly at her spine, where the bones jutted out, he leaned his upper body close and bit down on Ha-yoon’s neck as if devouring it. The more she struggled, the stronger his pressure became.  

 

“Why, ngh.”  

 

A kiss that felt as if it would swallow her whole, fingers that rummaged through her soft flesh, and a lower body that burned her core.  

 

The body pressing her down was full of warmth, so why did it feel as if she’d been abandoned in the cold?  

 

When Ha-yoon turned her head back, Moo-geon immediately grabbed her by the back of her head and locked their lips together.  

 

One hand crawled along the cold floor, grabbed her lower abdomen, and squeezed it. As it slid downward, it finally reached her triangle and mercilessly stimulated her.  

 

“Pull yourself together, Seo Ha-yoon.”  

 

“Hah.”  

 

Ha-yoon writhed beneath Moo-geon, unable to catch her breath.  

 

“People don’t break that easily. So endure it.”  

 

As if echoing his words, his mercy had dried up. What had seemed like mere teasing earlier became serious as his fingers plunged into her entrance, spreading the way with squelching sounds. Ha-yoon thrashed and kicked his shin.  

 

But Moo-geon didn’t budge. As if finding such resistance endearing, he added a second finger, stirring relentlessly.  

 

“Ah, ahn.”  

 

Ha-yoon couldn’t hold back and let out a moan.  

 

“It, it’s too much, ngh.”  

 

Whenever Ha-yoon whimpered, Moo-geon would curl his tongue into her ear, teasing her. Then, he would thrust deeply.  

 

“Breathe, Seo Ha-yoon.”  

 

His fingers, curving as they entered, pressed against her entrance with force before retreating only to repeat the action.  

 

“Ah, ngh, hngh.”  

 

Her small frame shook with just the motion of his fingers.  

 

Moo-geon spread his fingers through her hair and massaged her scalp as if kneading it, causing Ha-yoon to shake her head weakly.  

 

Overstimulated, she seemed like someone whose soul had been completely stolen. Moo-geon drove his fingers deep into her entrance while pulling her hair back sharply.  

 

“Ah!”  

 

Ha-yoon’s legs truly trembled. A transparent fluid trickled down her thighs.  

 

Moo-geon swiped the fluid with his hand and pushed it into Ha-yoon’s mouth.  

 

She couldn’t tell if she was sucking or being sucked. Everything felt confusing.  

 

As he stroked his thick member with one hand, which even an adult male’s hand could barely grasp, he thrust it from behind. Ha-yoon drooled and shut her eyes.  

 

“Damn it.”  

 

It was so hot. He had barely scraped the entrance, yet it felt like his member would melt.  

 

As her tight entrance clenched around him, seemingly ready to burst, Moo-geon had to grit his teeth. The veins bulged in his jaw, and blood surged visibly.  

 

While rubbing the folds of her entrance with his tip, he pressed forward, making Ha-yoon rub her head against the floor.  

 

It was displeasing. Why was she reacting to the floor when it wasn’t the one tormenting her?  

 

As if demanding her attention, he thrust his hips firmly, causing her head to jolt upward from the rebound. Moo-geon immediately grabbed her by the back of her head and pulled her closer to him.  

 

When he pushed his hips, his member reached deep inside her in one go. Shocked by the intrusion, the entrance, untouched by others, released a surge of warmth, and Moo-geon salivated at the sensation.  

 

He plunged deeply and clawed at her insides to the point where it felt like her brain was being scraped. His movements, impatient and desperate, had no hint of hesitation.  

 

“Open your eyes.”  

 

His voice, deep and rough as if scratched, froze Ha-yoon. Her powerless eyelids trembled as her hazy brown pupils faintly appeared.  

 

“You said you’d prove it. Your worth.”  

 

Ha-yoon, with tears brimming in her eyes, nodded. Her tilted-back head must have been hurting, yet she stubbornly held Moo-geon’s gaze.  

 

The sight of her nodding, determined to endure, twisted his insides.  

 

Beg, Seo Ha-yoon.  

 

Say you can’t do this anymore.  

 

He thrust mercilessly, moving frantically as if desperate. If she closed her eyes, he kissed her until it felt piercing; if she stared at him, he drove her to the point where she couldn’t keep them open.  

 

Every place he touched stung as if pelted by hailstones.  

 

“Look at me properly.”  

 

Unlike his icy words, his lips, which pressed against her tongue, were scalding enough to dissolve reason.  

 

“Know exactly what you’re doing right now.”  

 

As if it had been that way from the beginning, as if it had always been a perfect fit, their entangled lips became one.  

 

Ah, Ha-yoon whimpered softly. When her small hand, bracing against the floor, slipped powerlessly, thick fingers mercilessly dug in.  

 

“Prove your worth, Seo Ha-yoon.”  

 

Worth. Worth. Worth…  

 

The damp voice drummed against her ears like raindrops. It spread thickly like fog, eventually numbing her senses.  

 

Tears hung precariously, ready to fall but refusing to do so. Ha-yoon bit her lip pitifully and murmured:  

 

“Worth, heyk.”  

 

Through an indiscernible gaze, a dark shadow flickered. It slithered into her field of view like a snake, repeatedly appearing and disappearing, only to eventually stick out its tongue and devour her entirely.  

 

“…I am worthy.”  

 

The seasons oscillated between winter and summer. Just when her consciousness began to slip, a voice as cold as ice crystals jolted her awake. The chill startled her, but as she flailed, searing heat swept over her body, melting it completely.  

 

It was winter. It was unmistakably the dead of winter. Yet the suffocating heat gave Ha-yoon no reason to flee. She clung to it, chasing the warmth, over and over again.  

 

A strange sensation, making her toes curl and her legs tingle, overwhelmed her.  

 

“Yes, your worth.”  

 

Moo-geon buried his tongue in her ear, drilling into it like an awl. Every whispered word reverberated through Ha-yoon’s lower abdomen, pounded against her heart, and clogged her throat.  

 

“Become worthy, Ha-yoon. I didn’t spend all that money saving your life just for you to live aimlessly with blank eyes, Seo Ha-yoon.”  

 

A lifetime of repetition turned those words into an undeniable truth of life.  

 

“Worth…”  

 

Ha-yoon uttered the learned phrase, turning her head to stare at Moo-geon, who was devouring her whole.  

 

“You chose this.”  

 

“Yes…”  

 

Ha-yoon nodded, her eyes half-focused and dazed. It was a small movement, as if spellbound, but she repeated it over and over again.  

 

“Heuk.”  

 

Twisting her hands, Ha-yoon intertwined her fingers with Moo-geon’s as his hand pierced through hers. She clung desperately, as if holding onto a lifeline.  

 

If only it had been a little less intense, a little less frightening, she would have run away.  

 

Recklessly, shamelessly, and senselessly.  

 

When Ha-yoon submissively closed her eyes, biting her lower lip, Moo-geon pressed his thumb under her chin, as if to say escape was impossible. Her red lips parted, and her small tongue floundered, unable to find its place.  

 

Like a snake, his long tongue guided hers. There was only one path. From the start, there had been no retreat, no room for escape. Like venom numbing her senses, her tongue tingled, and her mouth burned.  

 

***

 

The world was entirely white. Snow as pure and fine as silk fell, so delicate that even the slender footprints of magpies stood out vividly.  

 

As the dark clouds that had lingered overnight dissipated, the sun stretched its rays through the falling snow.  

 

“Sir.”  

 

Kang-heon approached silently from behind Moo-geon, who stopped in his tracks. A nod of the chin sent the others trailing behind him toward the conference room.  

 

“Speak.”  

 

“There was an accident at the Wonju site,” Kang-heon cautiously reported, glancing around.  

 

“The extent of the damage?”  

 

Moo-geon pulled at his neatly knotted tie and unbuttoned the top button.  

 

“There are three casualties, but we’re not yet certain how many are fatalities. There were no legal violations, but if the media catches wind, it could escalate.”  

 

“The cause?”  

 

Moo-geon turned his body toward Kang-heon, his gaze as cold as steel.  

 

“Well…”  

 

Kang-heon hesitated, gauging Moo-geon’s reaction. Knowing how sensitive he was about safety on construction sites, Kang-heon dreaded what this report might provoke.  

 

“Chief Ji.”  

 

There would be no second warning. Moo-geon urged quietly but firmly.  

 

“They disobeyed instructions to dismantle the scaffolding. It’ll be hard to avoid charges of negligence.”  

 

Despite Kang-heon’s uneasy tone, Moo-geon’s expression hardly changed. A subtle twitch of his straight eyebrows was the only indication of any reaction.  

 

“…Are you feeling all right?”  

 

Trailing behind him, Kang-heon cautiously continued the conversation.  

 

Last night, Moo-geon had instructed him to wait in the car but emerged at dawn carrying Seo Ha-yoon himself.  

 

Even when Kang-heon, shocked by the scene, stared in disbelief, Moo-geon merely ordered him to summon Dr. Yoon and offered no further explanation.  

 

Thinking Moo-geon’s injuries had worsened, Kang-heon had rushed to his house with Dr. Yoon, urging haste.  

 

Dr. Yoon, assuming the situation concerned Moo-geon, hurried to check his injuries but found them surprisingly healed. Both Dr. Yoon and Kang-heon were puzzled by how well they had recovered.  

 

Then why…?  

 

As Kang-heon puzzled over the matter, Moo-geon gestured toward the sofa where he had laid Ha-yoon.  

 

Could it be he wanted Seo Ha-yoon examined?  

 

Although she seemed feverish, Moo-geon wasn’t known for acts of compassion, especially not to the point of calling a doctor for someone else.  

 

And yet, there she was, bundled tightly in blankets to the extent that Dr. Yoon had struggled to expose her arm for an IV drip.  

 

Leaving the woman behind in the house, Moo-geon had gone to work as if nothing had happened.  

 

It was undeniably strange. As Kang-heon recalled the events of the early morning, he hurriedly followed after Moo-geon.