TTD Chapter 18

Going to the emergency room would only make them look ridiculous. Instead, Heeju led Hyunsu, who was making a fuss, to a pharmacy.

Hyunsu carefully bought a bandage and wrapped it around her injured finger.

“There. Go home, wash it, and change the bandage later.”

After adjusting the adhesive a few more times, he awkwardly pulled his hands away.

Since he frequently traveled between Korea and abroad, Hyunsu didn’t drive. Instead, he called a taxi for her. The ride would arrive soon.

When their eyes met, Hyunsu opened his arms slightly in a wordless farewell.

Heeju tilted her body forward in acknowledgment, and he pulled her into a hug, his arms wrapping around her.

“…I liked you.”

The hug deepened. She awkwardly raised her hand and patted his back.

Hyunsu held her for a long time before taking a deep breath and stepping back.

His gaze was filled with unspoken longing, brimming with emotion as if it would spill over at any moment.

The taxi he had called was waiting at a red light. The signal would change soon.

On impulse, Heeju asked,

“Hyunsu.”

“Yeah?”

“You… Why did you like me?”

“…….”

“Sorry. That’s a weird thing to ask, isn’t it?”

“…Because you’re beautiful.”

“What?”

“You’re different. You’re stunning, Heeju.”

…Is that so?

Heeju touched her cheek absentmindedly.

She hadn’t expected that answer.

It wasn’t about who she was inside—it was such an honest, instinctive reason that it caught her off guard.

Yet Hyunsu looked completely serious, even desperate.

“People always recognize what’s good. That’s how you are. You naturally catch the eye. If anything, it proves that Ryu Iseok’s face blindness is a lie. Rumors can’t be trusted.”

Then, Hyunsu’s expression darkened unexpectedly.

A shadow of unease flickered in his eyes as he looked at her.

“But still, Heeju… be careful. That man—he looks dangerous.”

  

***

 

The living room lights were on.

Since no housekeeper stayed in the home, no one should have been inside at this hour.

She wondered if he had forgotten to turn them off before leaving work, but as she stepped further inside, Heeju suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Ryu Iseok was sprawled on the sofa.

The hour had long passed early evening—far too early for him to be home.

She checked the time on her phone and then glanced at his attire.

Except for his suit jacket, he was still in his perfectly tailored work clothes.

He had either just arrived or had been sitting there for a long time.

Did you get off work early?

No, wait.

Did you just stop by for a moment?

She hesitated over what to ask, her silence stretching too long.

That was when his gaze locked onto her.

Iseok unfolded the arm propping up his forehead and spoke.

“Your first time going out?”

It was only natural that the household staff would report to him.

Even though this place felt freer than the main house, it was never truly her own home.

“A rare outing, even before visiting your family. So? Did you have fun?”

There was a sharp edge to his words.

That was when she realized—she still hadn’t gone to see her grandparents.

She had lazily thought she would go soon anyway, so she hadn’t made the effort.

They hadn’t contacted her either, but still…

“What are you thinking about?”

He tilted his head slightly and asked,

“Hyunsu?”

“What? How do you know I met him?”

“You dressed up nicely today.”

“It was just a normal outfit.”

“It was nice. Nice enough that I could hear someone losing their mind over it from here.”

Her confusion shifted into an uneasy certainty.

“Because you’re pretty.”

“No way… Did you have someone follow me?”

Iseok rubbed the back of his neck as he stood up.

“How much are you watching me?”

“Don’t come back smelling like someone else.”

“…….”

“My patience ran out after the wedding. Unfortunately for you.”

Hyunsu’s warning echoed in her ears.

So did the tragic story of Iseok’s past, swirling through her thoughts like a storm.

“…I’ll get changed first.”

Feeling overwhelmed, Heeju averted her gaze and walked toward the bedroom.

She headed for the walk-in closet, but before she could turn on the light, she felt a strong arm wrap around her waist.

Her body tensed.

The only illumination came from the living room lights seeping into the bedroom.

Suddenly, her head was tilted to the side, and his lips captured hers.

As she pushed against him, he momentarily relented, creating a small gap between them.

His dark gaze was relentless.

“If you pressed your chest against another man, at the very least, you owe me a kiss. Don’t you think?”

He pulled her in tighter, about to kiss her again, but she turned her head, causing their lips to graze out of sync.

“Excuse me, Ryu Iseok.”

“You had your chance to cheat, and you didn’t take it.”

His arms held her inescapably close.

“You… You’re always so busy. But today…”

A faint scent of alcohol wafted from his body.

“And now you come back injured.”

Iseok took her bandaged finger and murmured, his voice low.

Hyunsu had meticulously wrapped the bandage in his usual careful way, but now it was being peeled away in Iseok’s hands.

Underneath, the wound had dried with a thin layer of scab.

It happened in an instant.

Before she could react, he brought her injured finger to his lips.

The soft flesh of her fingertip brushed against the inside of his mouth, against the warmth of his tongue.

She shuddered involuntarily.

That was when she noticed—he hadn’t only taken off his jacket.

His hair, usually neat and orderly, was slightly disheveled, giving him an unusually unguarded appearance.

His movements were just a fraction slower than usual—his blinks, his breaths.

“…Are you drunk?”

“I can hold my liquor.”

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, still wrapped around her fingertip.

Maybe he really wasn’t drunk.

The alcohol on his breath wasn’t particularly strong.

And yet, for some reason, he felt intoxicated—deeply so.

His tongue swept over the dried blood again, and Heeju instinctively curled her finger, pulling it free.

The tip of her nail scraped lightly against his tongue as it slipped out.

“Hmm.”

He let out a low moan as he slid his palm down to her waist. His hand, which had slipped under her top, immediately unbuckled the belt of her pants that covered her navel and caressed her lower abdomen. Unable to breathe deeply, Heeju fluttered her eyelids as the man’s palm rubbed against her skin, savoring it.

 

She gripped the arm that was descending down her waist. Holding it, she couldn’t push it away or pull it closer. She couldn’t tell if she wanted to shake off this arm or pull it closer. Not until his fingers swiftly entered her panties. The unexpected conflict paused at the delicate touch below. Her grip on his arm tightened, and her pulse raced.

 

“Ah….”

The finger that had burrowed in traced the line slowly, as if caressing it.

“I’m curious. It’s cute how it swells up after just a few times, showing signs of being well-fed. I wonder how much it will swell today.”

“Wait, just a moment, Iseok.”

“If we stay together day and night…”

The whisper was more of a murmur than a conversation.

“Will it swell up cutely again?”

Heeju couldn’t help but catch every word that escaped with her ragged breath. The fingertip traced down to the entrance and circled the sensitive skin, making her dizzy. He scratched the tangled pubic hair and pressed his chin firmly against her shoulder. She let out an involuntary soft moan.

“I couldn’t control myself for a whole night, it was so tantalizing.”

Her body lifted and settled into his embrace. When she lay back on the familiar mattress, her waist was between his knees. His eyes, lazily lowered as he untied his tie, were fixed on her flushed face.

“But I can’t just abandon my work…”

The tie slid off and was tossed somewhere in the air as his hand brushed her nape. The buttons of his shirt came undone, revealing his well-tanned skin. His smooth skin moved slowly under the dim light.

“So, I worked hard.”

Like crazy. She thought she felt a rough movement right in front of her lips. Their lips interlocked, and Heeju lowered her chin as his tongue pushed in. The kiss, using the full breadth of his tongue, felt like a sexual act. His tongue slid out, brushing her lip.

“Did you have fun with Hyunsu?”

He smiled, his neat eyebrows furrowing. The smile looked uncontrolled, like a pin had been pulled out.

“That guy seems dangerous.”

She looked up at him, swallowing his saliva mixed in her mouth. His heat overwhelmed her instantly. Her feet trembled.

Tsk, mmph, hmph. A nasal sound filled the bedroom. Saliva dripped from their intertwined lips as they panted. His lower body ground against hers, rubbing through their underwear like a mating ritual. The stimulation through the fabric ignited a fiery heat that spread to her lower abdomen.

 

Her soft breasts were kneaded in his grasp. His face, having finished the kiss, touched her breasts, pushing up her bra. Her erect nipples stood in anticipation, but his lips only brushed against them as his face slid further down. He hooked his fingers into her panties and pulled them down. She knew where he was headed. Embarrassed to reveal her wetness, she instinctively tensed her thighs, drawing his gaze back to her face. There was no hint of a smile.

 

“Spread your legs.”

“…..”

“Spread them so I can lick you like a dog.”

As if under a spell, her knees relaxed, and he pushed apart her weakened thighs, lowering his lips. She had dreamt of this before. In her dream, the hot breath had woken her up before it could reach her, but now… Heeju gripped the sheet tightly. His soft tongue circled her clitoris. It was more embarrassing and stimulating than when he had rubbed it with his fingertips, yet his tongue was much gentler and more delicate than during their kiss. Overwhelmed by the sensation, she tensed her entrance, feeling the heat rise. His large hand spread her buttocks.

 

“Ah, uh… “

He thrust his tongue where his fingers had been, licking and sucking up her wetness. The sound of his mouth was greedy and intense. It was undeniably dirty and strange, yet Heeju moaned and moved her hips. Occasionally, his hot breath and tongue would suck at her flesh, focusing on her most sensitive spots. Her toes curled, and her knees trembled uncontrollably. Unable to bear it, she finally covered her mouth with her hand that had been wandering above his head.