TIOAWN Chapter 16

The world turned completely dark, as if scattered with feed. Ha-yoon’s gaze became fixed, drawn into Moo-geon’s deep, dark eyes as if being sucked in.  

 

Moo-geon’s eyes shifted toward her chest, which rose prominently. To be precise, to the crimson surgical scar there.  

 

The veins on the back of his hand, which was gripping the collar of his shirt, looked as if they might burst, swollen and taut. His neatly shaped eyebrows twisted into a mess.  

 

Below his navel, his body hardened, and a fire ignited near his heart. It was anger.  

 

The shirt collar he was gripping grew tighter.  

 

“Ugh.”  

 

Ha-yoon, startled, blinked and reached out toward Moo-geon. Her fingers, which were twitching nervously, grabbed his arm. Without even being able to hold on tightly, her hand slipped along his arm and fell onto his knee.  

 

Her brown eyes, unable to conceal her emotions, flitted about as if losing focus. Moo-geon, still not averting his gaze from Ha-yoon, tightened his grip. The shirt collar misaligned, and his two hands pressed together as if binding her.  

 

If he applied just a little more force, just a bit more, her pale neck would show bulging veins, and the compressed muscles would tremble as if gasping for breath.  

 

In front of Ha-yoon’s slender neck, which he could snap with one hand, Moo-geon hesitated.  

 

Soft peach fuzz, supple cheeks, transparent eyes that seemed incapable of proper judgment.  

 

Utterly innocent.  

 

As if his strength had drained, Moo-geon released his grip. Revenge on someone who didn’t know anything… how pathetic could that be?  

 

Suppressing his self-deprecation, Moo-geon buttoned up his shirt. One, two, three. Ha-yoon’s gaze followed his hand downward.  

 

Moo-geon, staring at her small head, rose as if he had no more business there.  

 

“My body…”  

 

A faint voice, barely audible, held him in place.  

 

Feeling his gaze, Ha-yoon bit her lower lip and continued.  

 

“My body is of worth, didn’t you say that?”  

 

Why did you stop? You shouldn’t have.  

 

Her shoulders sagged, and her eyes drooped sadly. Her heart pounded uncomfortably.  

 

– That’s right, Seo Ha-yoon. Draw something that’s worth money.  

 

Her father used to measure her value with her drawings. Lately, the price had gone up quite a bit. It was worth selling. That’s what he had said.  

 

So, she was sure her drawings had value. How much, she didn’t know.  

 

She even considered suggesting to pay off the debt by selling her drawings.  

 

Because when she looked at him, she thought she could draw again. If she kept drawing, one by one, perhaps someday she could pay off the 13.9 billion won.  

 

Of course, each spoonful of food she ate would slow down the repayment, but she could simply draw diligently.  

 

For a brief moment, she had such thoughts.  

 

But he didn’t seem interested in her drawings at all. Was it that her art wasn’t as valuable as she thought? Was it only her father who saw value in it?  

 

She didn’t think he disliked the drawing she made on the tissue.  

 

In her eyes, it was perfect.  

 

If that were the case, to him, her only value was her body.  

 

How much would she need to satisfy him to prove her body was worth 13.9 billion won?  

 

Could she really repay 13.9 billion won with her body?  

 

Ha-yoon, unable to meet Moo-geon’s gaze, lifted her eyelids slightly.  

 

“Worth?”  

 

His voice was sharp as he caught onto her carefully asked question, as if he found it unpleasant and unacceptable. His tone, like a fog, was unclear.  

 

“I’ll act in a way that is worthy.”  

 

Ha-yoon steeled herself. In that moment, her head tilted upward. Her hair was grabbed, and the intense grip focused all her scattered nerves into one point.  

 

“Ha.”  

 

Moo-geon’s lips curled slightly. The self-mocking smile never fully surfaced.  

 

“That way, I can repay the debt… and avoid being a burden.”  

 

Despite the warmth of the floor, a strange chill ran through her. Ha-yoon spoke as clearly as she could, despite her small voice.  

 

“Repay the debt, huh?”  

 

Ah. Her head tilted all the way back. Ha-yoon only blinked her eyes. Above her, Moo-geon’s face loomed closer. She was so shocked that she forgot to breathe.  

 

“Avoid being a burden?”  

 

The tension on her hair eased. Moo-geon, releasing his grip, firmly cupped the back of her head with his palm this time.  

 

“Right, yeah. You are right.”  

 

His tone was monotonous. The low, firm way he spoke felt almost as if it were out of sync, though it seemed like a mere delusion.  

 

As Ha-yoon quietly swallowed, Moo-geon pressed her face firmly against his thigh and murmured.  

 

“Act in a way that has worth, then. Let’s see.”  

 

It was a cold, ruthless command.  

 

“This time, I’m very curious to see how you’ll satisfy me.”  

 

A faint sound escaped, brushing against her thighs, making her lips tingle. As Ha-yoon tried to lift her gaze, Moo-geon firmly pressed down the back of her head, leaving no room for escape.  

 

Her nose brushed against his solid thigh, and her vision filled with him entirely. The flow of air felt slowed, making it hard to breathe.  

 

The memory of that night, brimming with heat that seemed ready to boil over, lingered vividly like blooming flame flowers.  

 

“Bite it.”  

 

It was already too much. She had no more strength to give. As if her nerves could no longer endure the overwhelming pleasure, they frayed, one by one, under his relentless command whispered into her ear. He told her to hold her legs together and clench her hips.  

 

Every time he thrust upward, her hips tightened involuntarily. But in this deeply inserted position, the opposite was true. Ha-yoon didn’t know what to do, feeling like she was about to burst at the seams from the overwhelming pressure below.  

 

In the midst of that, Moo-geon slowly pulled his lower body back and coaxed her once again. He gripped her lower abdomen with one hand, pulling it tightly, creating a small space before thrusting forward again, harder, deeper.  

 

Every time she thought she could gather some strength, he stirred her anew, making it impossible to regain her composure.  

 

“I can’t. I really can’t.”  

 

Her tearful murmur fell on deaf ears.  

 

He remained unyielding, as if saying she could and that she must. He gave her no reprieve. Even as Ha-yoon shook her head, she moved in response to the stimulation.  

 

Her sense of smell dulled, her taste vanished. Just as the scent of spring blossoms seemed to engulf the world, all that remained within her was Cha Moo-geon.  

 

Without mercy, he drove into her, over and over again, repeatedly asking,  

 

“Is this your worth? Won’t you regret this choice?”  

 

“Ah.” Ha-yoon let out a deep breath. Upon reflection, the worth she had promised him wasn’t just something as trivial as a painting.  

 

The endless pressure of their intertwined bodies and the relentless act that sucked her in completely—  

 

She couldn’t even distinguish whether she was the one moving or being moved. She couldn’t tell if she was doing the taking or the giving. That act, beyond comprehension, was the worth he had defined.  

 

Ha-yoon muttered as she rubbed her lower abdomen, which was coiling tightly.  

 

“But….”  

 

Today, she couldn’t do what he wanted.  

 

If she took off her underwear, the floor would get dirty. Most importantly, in this situation, it was simply impossible, Ha-yoon thought.  

 

So, now what?  

 

Ha-yoon bit her lip, gnawing at it with her fingers.  

 

What should she do to satisfy him?  

 

As her thoughts deepened, Moo-geon didn’t seem inclined to give her an answer.  

 

“Suck it then.”  

 

His low, coarse voice scratched at her ears like rough parchment.  

 

Perhaps all she needed to do was suck. Somehow…  

 

“If you can’t, move aside.”  

 

Surely, she understood by now. Would she really still try to satisfy him with that body of hers?  

 

It was nothing more than a daring provocation. As he released her head and turned his body away, Ha-yoon spoke up.  

 

“I’ll do it. I’ll try.”  

 

Her hands, inexperienced and clumsy, could only fumble around. She couldn’t continue what had happened the previous day.  

 

So, was there only one answer left?  

 

As Ha-yoon opened and closed her lips hesitantly, Moo-geon’s eyes narrowed, his gaze hardening as wrinkles formed at the corners of his eyes.  

 

“I don’t know if I can do it the same way as before.”  

 

The small, mumbling lips now dug into his brain like a piercing drill.  

 

“What are you doing right now?” Moo-geon moved his legs, only for Ha-yoon to firmly grip the waistband of his pants.  

 

Her clumsy hands fumbled endlessly with the buckle, failing to undo it properly. But as if determined to prove her worth no matter what, she scratched at his thighs with her missteps, finally managing to tug his pants down.  

 

“Seo Ha-yoon.”  

 

Moo-geon growled.  

 

Watching her, it was clear she was utterly clumsy, making a complete mess of things. Her small fingers wiggled against the tight fabric of his briefs, tugging awkwardly as if her very life depended on it. His manhood, already eager, reacted the moment her hand brushed against it.  

 

The anger that had surged to the top of his head now seemed to pool entirely in his lower body, swelling hard and unrelenting.  

 

Even without her touch, his foreskin pulled back, pre-cum dribbling out messily.  

 

Moo-geon was dumbfounded, at a loss for words.  

 

And yet, Ha-yoon thought only of doing what she could. She wasn’t even sure if he would like it or not. But she had to try something.  

 

“It… it won’t fit.”  

 

Her whispered self-talk, so startlingly honest, left him stunned.  

 

Her small mouth pursed as she tentatively grabbed him with her delicate hands. Her actions, as awkward as they were, looked almost playful.  

 

Despite this, her expression turned serious as she furrowed her brows, looking as if she was deep in thought. The sight of her made Moo-geon feel as though he might finish far too soon.  

 

At his age, the idea of being so easily teased was downright humiliating. And yet, he couldn’t even lift a finger to stop her.  

 

“Like this… is this okay?”  

 

Kneeling before him, her head tilted back, her round eyes blinked as she spoke. Then, finally, she took the tip of him into her mouth.  

 

“Damn it, Seo Ha-yoon.”