TTS Vol 2 Ch 10.2

“Are you… making fun of me?”

“Why would I do that? Is there a reason for me to?”

Chigyeong took out a wet wipe and cleaned his hands. Kim Jungha stared at him, dumbfounded. It was an odd sequence of actions. Usually, people cleaned their hands before picking up their chopsticks.

From this small action, she guessed that Park Chigyeong’s tendencies and personality were the complete opposite of hers. Normally, she would have stormed out without a second thought. But Park Chigyeong had a strange magnetism.

His profession as a prosecutor, his handsome appearance, his tall stature, his natural charisma, his wealthy background. Even setting aside all those impressive qualities, he definitely possessed something that kept her rooted to her seat.

Driven by the desire to understand this magnetism, Kim Jungha decided to continue the conversation.

“Well… you’re not a child, so I suppose that can be a hobby.”

“You make it sound like a bad thing. Sex isn’t a sin.”

“It’s not a sin. However, if your relationships with women are complicated, that changes things, doesn’t it? I detest such people. I wouldn’t want to go through emotional distress even after getting married. Are you seeing anyone right now, Prosecutor Park? You seem to have a lot of women around you. It would be best if you ended all of those relationships before marrying me.”

“End them?”

He chuckled and looked at her.

“Why should I? Why should I end them?”

“What do you mean ‘why’? It’s common courtesy to the person you’re going to marry.”

“Marriage? Who’s marrying whom?”

Kim Jungha flinched at his suddenly chilling tone. She had looked into the eyes of countless murderers, but at that moment, chills ran down her spine.

“Who else? Of course, you and I…”

“Hold on, Attorney Kim Jungha.”

He tossed the wet wipe onto the table, rubbed his furrowed brow, and tilted his head.

“I’m a bit confused. Did I just get down on my knees and propose to you?”

Kim Jungha stammered, unable to hide her bewildered expression. Chigyeong leaned forward, placing his hands on either side of the table as if to show off his broad shoulders, closing the distance between them, and sneered.

“You’re acting like you’re going to show up tomorrow claiming you’re pregnant even though I haven’t come inside you.”

“Look here, Prosecutor Park Chigyeong. Don’t cross the line. Are you threatening me?”

“You crossed the line first.”

His expression twisted in a split second.

‘Have a good time on your blind date, sir.’

Now he was truly getting angry.

‘Have a good time, Prosecutor. I hope it goes well.’

Unbearable rage simmered within him.

On the surface, he appeared calm, but within the eye of the storm, a ship was tossed about by turbulent waves, and a dark tsunami threatened to capsize it.

Unconcealed emotions erupted all at once on Chigyeong’s face.

“Look me in the eye and say that again.”

Park Chigyeong’s voice was cold and sharp, like a lash.

“Why should I end things with her, you airhead wench?”

Her every word, every glance, every action, sent him on a rollercoaster between heaven and hell. He transformed from Satan to an angel and back again.

What on earth does that naive kid mean to me?

* * *

It was well past midnight, but Park Chigyeong hadn’t returned home yet. Taeri stared blankly at the ceiling, trying not to think.

She was tired of the endless chain of thoughts that would start the moment she began thinking. So, she chose to empty her mind completely.

Buzz. Her phone vibrated. She checked the new message.

[Taeri, I’m off tomorrow at the gaming hall. Want to grab lunch together?]

It was Yijoon. Tomorrow was the day she was scheduled to meet with her father. She wouldn’t be in the mood for lunch with anyone, but she replied with an uncharacteristic “okay.”

She tossed her phone aside and rolled over. Darkness fell as she closed her eyes, and an image of Park Chigyeong wearing the suit she had chosen for him flickered in her mind.

‘Suck it, honey.’

An image of Park Chigyeong grabbing another woman’s hair and forcing his penis into her mouth kept flashing in her mind. Taeri’s eyes flew open, and she sat up abruptly.

It was past 2 a.m., but she wasn’t sleepy at all.

Perhaps her sleep schedule was still messed up from her night job, but she had trouble sleeping in this house. Especially when something was bothering her, like tonight. And the source of her restlessness was always Park Chigyeong, and she found it frustrating.

She felt like having a beer. Maybe it would help her sleep.

But there wasn’t a single convenience store in this affluent neighborhood. She would have to walk quite a distance downhill to find one, and she almost gave up on the idea, when Mrs. Shin’s words suddenly came to mind.

‘Miss, we have alcohol in the refrigerator on the second basement floor where we stay. The Prosecutor absolutely hates it when his mother drinks, but it’s her only joy in life, you see. She keeps it hidden and drinks in secret, so if you need anything, feel free to come down and get some. I make sure it’s always stocked.’

With her hair still loose, she threw on a hoodie and quietly crept down the stairs.

From the second floor to the first, from the first to the basement level, and then down another flight of stairs to the second basement floor… Taeri, who had been silently making her way down, stopped abruptly. There was a figure slumped on the sofa in front of the study.

She narrowed her eyes to see who it was. It was Park Chigyeong.

He was leaning his head against the back of the sofa, his eyes closed, the tie she had chosen for him loosened carelessly.

Even from a distance, she could tell he had been drinking.

Did the blind date go well? What was the woman like? Was she his type?

Did they share jokes and drinks? Did they just drink? Did they go to a hotel? Did he use his good looks as a weapon to bend her over and make her scream his name?

Chewing on these pointless thoughts, Taeri blinked them away and was about to go down the stairs to get a beer when he spoke.

“…Come here.”

She heard his voice, even though she thought he was asleep. His raspy voice filled the silence.

“You seem drunk. You should go upstairs and sleep. I have something to do.”

As Taeri started down the stairs, he spoke again.

“Should I come down there?”

It was a familiar threat.

“Please, just come when I call you.”

It was a plea disguised as a threat.

Staring at the ceiling, Taeri took a deep breath and walked towards him.

Park Chigyeong’s closed eyes and face were right in front of her. Bathed in the pale moonlight streaming in, Taeri scrutinized his face.

He usually used his facial muscles to express anger, annoyance, mockery, or disdain, so this peaceful expression was almost a novelty.

When he was still, there was a gentleness to his features. She observed his smooth forehead, his long eyelashes, his straight nose, and his well-defined lips. She thought he was handsome, but it was a shame about his terrible personality.

“I’m here.”

At her words, Park Chigyeong flinched, as if pricked by something sharp. Then, he slowly opened his eyes and looked up at her. It was a sharp gaze that she could never quite get used to.

“It didn’t go the way you wanted, Miss Kang Taeri. You wished me well… You even picked out this suit and prayed for me with all your heart… I’m so sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing to me? I’m sure you’ll meet someone better suited for you next time.”

At her words, Park Chigyeong made an expression she had never seen before. He furrowed his brow slightly and clenched his jaw. That was all, but there was a distinct sadness in his expression, unlike his usual demeanor.

That expression that aroused sympathy slowly disappeared, like frost melting from a windowpane in a gentle breeze. The flow of his emotions was clearly reflected on his face.

“Then, good night. See you tomorrow.”

Disliking that look on his face, Taeri turned to leave, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him.

Losing her balance, she fell into his arms, frozen like a statue, even as his strong arms slowly wrapped around her waist.

“I want to do it from behind…”

His hot breath on her earlobe, his whispered words, startled her. She felt him nuzzle his nose against her neck, inhaling her scent, and then chuckle softly.

While she was still disoriented, he gently pushed her onto the sofa. Or rather, he made her lie face down. He pressed his body against her back, their bodies flush against each other in the vast space.

“W-Wait a minute, sir. Here? Not here…”

Shhh.

“If you’re quiet… no one will know…”

Park Chigyeong whispered in her ear as he pulled down her sweatpants. Perhaps due to the alcohol, he was even more forceful than usual.

His penis was already hard, even though they hadn’t done anything yet, their bodies merely touching. He rested his chin on her shoulder. He fumbled with his belt buckle, pulled down his pants, as he mumbled drunkenly,

“Relax…”

“If you really want to do this… let’s go to the bedroom. I don’t… want to do it here.”

“Kang Taeri has so many dislikes…”

Crazy bastard. Would any woman want to do it in such an open space? 

He impatiently pulled down Taeri’s panties, his movements sharp with annoyance.