TMYRA Chapter 15

Because I’m Just a Gangster

 

“This is way too easy.”  

 

Mun-hwon muttered as he got up from his seat. Min Ihan’s beloved, Moon Soo-ah. It was time to put her in his grasp. The image of Min Ihan suffering overlapped with Moon Soo-ah’s pretty face, shedding tears because of him.  

 

A faint smile spread across Mun-hwon’s lips as he bit down on his cigarette.  

 

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When Mun-hwon returned home, a staff member greeted him with a ninety-degree bow.  

 

“Miss Moon Soo-ah is having her meal.”  

 

Nodding, Mun-hwon headed straight to the dining room. At a glance, she came into view. Unexpectedly, Moon Soo-ah looked completely unbothered. She had an innocent expression, completely unaware of what was about to happen.  

 

That face would soon be drenched in tears.  

 

Oh dear.  

 

With an utterly indifferent expression, Mun-hwon shoved his hands into his pockets and walked toward her.  

 

“CEO Seo Mun-hwon has arrived.”  

 

As soon as the staff member finished speaking, Mun-hwon muttered loud enough for Soo-ah to hear.  

 

“And where is our guest?”  

 

Hoping she would be scared and shaken because of him. Lowering his voice, making it heavier.  

 

“She is having her meal in the dining room. What would you like to eat, Sir?”  

 

“I’ve seen too much blood today—lost my appetite. Just bring me a drink.”  

 

“Understood, sir.”  

 

Leaving the staff behind, he entered the dining room, and Moon Soo-ah turned to look at him. Her eyes, widening with unease, were clear and pristine. If that gaze were to turn clouded and unfocused because of him.  

 

If that pale skin were to be stained red, and obscene moans were to spill from between those lips. Min Ihan would lose his mind. A smirk curled Mun-hwon’s lips as he held his cigarette.  

 

One of his subordinates stepped forward to light it for him, and Mun-hwon took a slow drag, keeping his eyes fixed on Soo-ah. As the nicotine spread through his veins, a drowsy sensation settled in.  

 

“Miss Moon Soo-ah.”  

 

At the sound of her name, her anxious gaze wavered unstably. Lips pressed tightly together, she said nothing as he drew closer.  

 

“I warned you, didn’t I? That this would become troublesome.”  

 

She stared up at him, frozen stiff, as he stood right in front of her. Her skin was so delicate it seemed like it would shatter at the slightest grip. Her body was so slender, barely a handful.  

 

Her wrists, her neck—if he seized them and applied pressure, they would fit entirely within his palm, fragile enough to break apart.  

 

As if reading his gaze, Moon Soo-ah’s eyes filled with fear, sending a dull ache through his lower abdomen. A body that had never reacted to any woman before responded now.  

 

Come to think of it, Moon Soo-ah was the kind of woman any man would desire. Even for a man with no interest in women, it made sense why Min Ihan had gone mad for her.  

 

Pale skin, dark eyes, and lips that remained red even without makeup. A small, elegant nose, perfectly suited to her round forehead. Her delicate facial features harmonized with her slender jawline.  

 

Her neckline was graceful, and though she wore a plain t-shirt and jeans, her body had distinct curves in all the right places. Just locking eyes with her was enough to make his blood rush in one direction.  

 

As the sweet scent from her skin deepened, the weight between his thighs became impossible to ignore.  

 

“I had a disgustingly busy day today, and yet, because of our esteemed guest Miss Moon Soo-ah, I had to drop everything.”  

 

Just before leaving his office to come here, Juhee Faction executives had launched a surprise attack. Handling it in a hurry had left parts of his suit wrinkled. The cuffs of his sleeves and the hems of his trousers were soaked in blood, and his subordinates were in a similar state.  

 

“Something really fucked up happened today.”  

 

Mun-hwon pulled off his leather gloves and turned around.  

 

“Take the night off, everyone. I will see you tomorrow.”  

 

At his words, the dozens of gang members waiting around bowed simultaneously.  

 

“Yes, Sir.”  

 

After they filed out in unison, Mun-hwon took a seat across from Soo-ah.  

 

“Sir, the drinks are ready. Please call if you need anything. I will be waiting.”  

 

As Mun-hwon nodded, even the staff disappeared, leaving only the two of them in the spacious room. Mun-hwon placed the leather gloves he had been holding on the marble table.  

 

At the sharp sound, Soo-ah met his gaze with wide eyes. Mun-hwon liked the look of surprise in Soo-ah’s eyes. To the point that he felt himself tighten, almost on the verge of bursting.  

 

“How was your meal? Did it suit your taste?”  

 

Mun-hwon asked as he poured a strong liquor into his glass. Soo-ah did not answer his question, simply pressing her lips together and holding his gaze. Her expression changed.  

 

It was as if fear and tension had disappeared; instead, she looked at Mun-hwon with firm resolve.  

 

It doesn’t matter. You’re in my grasp.

 

Mun-hwon looked at her as if she were prey, a beautiful deer caught in his sights, then raised his glass to his lips.  

 

“What happened? Are you upset because you lost the bet?”  

 

He approached her, still holding the bottle of liquor.  

 

“You should have a drink.”  

 

“I’m not drinking.”  

 

Moon Soo-ah quickly shook her head, but as if unsettled by Mun-hwon’s presence, her large eyes fluttered. That reaction pleased him, and the corners of his eyes curved slightly.  

 

“If you try to endure me without a drink, you won’t last till morning.”

 

“I don’t care.”  

 

As she spoke, her red lips parted slightly, revealing the inside of her mouth. Perhaps because she was upset, her fair cheeks took on a faint flush.  

 

I wonder what expression you’d make if you had me between your lips.

 

Overcome with curiosity, he seized her chin.  

 

“I won, so tonight, you and I are going to have some fun.”  

 

“I’ll keep my promise.”  

 

Moon Soo-ah did not back down as she answered. Her determined gaze provoked Mun-hwon’s sadistic tendencies. He wanted to press his fingers against those lips, to taste them.  

 

“You made the right choice. Playing hard to get with me won’t get you anything.”

 

As the soft sensation reached his fingertips, his body stirred, his trousers threatening to tent.  

 

Damn.

 

Cursing inwardly, he tilted his face closer. As their breaths mingled, a sweet scent hit him like a wave. The intoxicating aroma made his senses go wild, but just then, Moon Soo-ah leaned back slightly.  

 

Mun-hwon didn’t care. He moved in recklessly, but then, he suddenly stopped. He wanted to see her expression. Though clearly frightened, Moon Soo-ah pretended otherwise, meeting his gaze head-on.  

 

He liked how she shrank back like a baby deer.  

 

“This is just the punishment for losing the bet, so don’t read too much into it.”  

 

“It’s nothing like that. I’m just keeping my promise… It’s just that, right now…”  

 

Her lips moved slightly as she murmured, and he could no longer hold back. He swallowed them whole.  

 

“Mmph.”  

 

As warmth and sweetness spread through his mouth, reason fled. His body raged out of control, and the taste of her tongue sent his senses reeling. He wanted more—wanted to drink deeper—so he tried to push his tongue between her lips, but Moon Soo-ah resisted, pressing them firmly together.  

 

But he knew how to break her down.  

 

Even though she tried to push him away, the moment their lips met, she trembled and let out a shaky breath. 

 

There was only one way. To kiss her even deeper. Mun-hwon took her upper lip into his mouth. His hot, firm tongue traced along her lower lip, and his large fingers rubbed the shell of her ear.  

 

For a moment, Soo-ah, unable to withstand the heat, parted her lips. He seized the opening, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. He explored every inch—from her teeth to the roof of her mouth—swallowing every trace of her saliva.  

 

The obscene, heady sweetness coated his tongue. Wanting to taste her even more, he pushed in deeper, and instinctively, Soo-ah sucked on his tongue. Their tongues tangled, their breaths intertwined. After thoroughly savoring her mouth, he trailed his lips down to her neck.  

 

She must have given up, as she only let out shallow pants, no longer resisting him.  

 

“You taste so damn sweet.”  

 

Mun-hwon murmured lowly, sticking out his tongue to lick her collarbone. He pressed down, nipped, and sucked, but it wasn’t enough. He bit down firmly, leaving red marks where his lips had been.  

 

Rip.

 

Grabbing the fabric on either side of her t-shirt, he tore it apart, sending buttons flying and exposing her bra.  

 

Soo-ah gasped in shock and took a step back, but Mun-hwon wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against him. Then, he undid the last remaining layer, tossing it aside before speaking.  

 

“Seems like you were expecting kindness. Don’t. I’m not a nice guy, so I don’t know anything about that.”  

 

Soo-ah hastily covered her chest with her arms and glared at him.  

 

“I don’t expect that from you, CEO Seo. But this isn’t the place for this. Let’s go somewhere else.”  

 

Ignoring her, Mun-hwon restrained her hands with one of his own.