CBL Ch 2

“How will you move out of the way?”

Her futile attempt to push his shoulders away stopped. Her resigned voice and eyes filled with disdain stirred up Siheon’s emotions once again. The taste of Yoo Yisoo still lingered faintly on his tongue.

“Why?”

Even though he knew it was ridiculous to taunt her like this, he couldn’t stop himself. Had he ever acted so brutishly toward such a fragile woman before?

“Is it that you don’t want to deal with someone like me, a lowlife gangster?”

“……”

“You’ve shared meals, had tea, and even attended shows with other guys, haven’t you?”

She had no idea how he felt watching that from afar. The growing sense of defeat and inferiority that surged uncontrollably—that sickening feeling.

Of course, things hadn’t gone further with those men. Whenever one of them even hinted at crossing the line, she firmly stopped them, using the excuse of having a bodyguard. Sometimes, excessively so.

“Yes.”

Yoo Yisoo finally spoke, her body now completely devoid of resistance. It seemed she had only now realized that the more she resisted, the more it provoked him.

“I don’t like people like you, Kwon Siheon.”

Her jewel-like eyes shot straight at him, barely concealing her disgust. It hit him then—how deeply Yoo Yisoo triggered his darkest feelings, and just how much she despised him.

“How could I? People like you, who do ‘those kinds of things.'”

Someone who does ‘those kinds of things.’ Every word was true. A woman as lofty as Yoo Yisoo had every reason to hate him, from the very start.

Behind the image of being the second son of the Shinmyeong Group, he was nothing more than a cleaner—a fixer who got his hands dirty for powerful figures in the political and business world. No matter how much his organization disguised itself as a legitimate company, he and his kind would always be gangsters at their core.

To people like Yoo Yisoo, no matter how much they built their reputation, he would always be trash, a cancer of society.

“I appreciate that you’ve protected me for the past three months on my father’s orders. But what you’re doing right now is a different matter.”

Of course, it was a different matter. How could the money he received from Chairman Yoo for protecting her for three months compare to his intense desire for this precious woman he’d been ogling daily?

“If you’re really grateful, then give me a proper goodbye.”

He grabbed the back of her neck again. She flinched, glancing toward the road as if hoping for someone to save her. But the only thing moving around them was the heavy rain.

“Don’t be afraid. I’m not planning to fuck you right here.”

Her trembling pupils glared at him once more. The hatred in her eyes had built up, ready to explode, just like his arousal.

“Count to three hundred.”

“I told you to get away…! Ah!”

He grabbed her slender waist with both hands and lifted her up. Yoo Yisoo, trapped between his massive frame and the wall, clung to his forearms as if scratching at them in desperation.

Her terrified expression only excited him more. Her usually indifferent eyes, void of any focus, were now wild with panic.

“Haa… ngh!”

He much preferred her hatred over indifference. For once, Yoo Yisoo seemed truly alive.

Siheon pressed himself harder against her, rubbing his bulging front against her chest. What if he pushed her clothes up and wedged himself between her breasts? Just imagining it made his bones tingle.

Before he knew it, both his hands had grabbed her hips, lifting her so that their eye levels finally matched. Yoo Yisoo kicked her legs, but her resistance was futile against his strength.

His groin pressed firmly between her legs, right under her skirt. Ah! Yoo Yisoo let out a gasp, writhing her hips as if she felt something. Heat was spreading from the contact point, scalding both of them.

Siheon clenched his teeth, rubbing against her more roughly. His arousal felt like it would burst. One hand snaked under her knit top and gripped her breast tightly. He pushed aside the tight wire of her bra, feeling the soft warmth of her skin against his palm.

“Fuck.” The curse slipped out. The tearing sound of fabric startled Yoo Yisoo, but Siheon didn’t stop for a second. His hand forced its way inside her bra, kneading her breast, his thumb pressing against the peak. Yoo Yisoo’s back arched as her waist shot upward again.

As he scratched her hardened peak with his thumb, his hips twitched against hers. A damp spot appeared on the front of his pants, where pre-cum had seeped through.

Siheon pressed his lower body against hers more aggressively, thrusting his hips as if he were already inside her. Yoo Yisoo’s heavy breathing, her desperate gaze, only made his blood run hotter.

Like a dog in heat, he was grinding himself against her in broad daylight, acting like a depraved lunatic. Yet he didn’t feel ashamed. His desire to cling to Yoo Yisoo’s body was far stronger than any sense of guilt or disgrace.

A sigh and a groan escaped him at the same time. His phone rang faintly in the background, but he ignored it. Unfortunately, it was time to stop.

Siheon supported her waist and gently lowered her back to the ground. But it still felt too soon to let her go. The moment her feet touched the ground, he grabbed the back of her head and pushed his tongue into her mouth.

“Ugh! Hnn….”

Yoo Yisoo threw her head back as if her neck would snap, her body trembling as she accepted his kiss. Her hands, once trying to push him away, now quivered like leaves.

The deeper he thrust his tongue, the sweeter her breath tasted, spreading through his body like a current. The sensation of her saliva mixing with his sent chills down his spine, making his own breathing grow erratic.

His mind was spinning. He had initiated this forced kiss, this violation. But why did it feel like Yoo Yisoo was devouring him instead?

From the base of his tongue, it felt as if he were slowly being consumed, swallowed up by her. The sense of defeat, mixed with undeniable pleasure, made him bite back a curse, sucking her tongue even harder. As he applied more pressure to her jaw, a moan, almost like a sob, escaped Yoo Yisoo’s throat.

Even with her pitiful plea, his anxiety didn’t ease. He was in control, and she was the one being dominated, yet why did it feel like the opposite? Like his soul was being sucked out of him.

As if in retaliation, he fiercely tangled his tongue with hers, tightening his grip as if trying to pull her tongue out entirely. Then he loosened his grip, only to repeat the cycle of aggression and release. In that brief moment, Siheon came to a realization.

He never should have gotten involved with Chairman Yoo’s daughter. He never should have even looked at her picture. From the moment he laid eyes on her, it was as if he had been under a spell, captivated and losing himself to her.

With a lewd, wet sound, Yoo Yisoo’s warm tongue parted from his. The heat that had been pressing against her through her skirt was now fading away.

“I guess I went over the five-minute mark.”

“……”

Yoo Yisoo struggled to catch her breath, glaring at him quietly. Her bloodshot eyes, flushed cheeks, and saliva-smeared lips were still marked by the traces of their violent encounter.

Siheon slowly adjusted his coat, smoothing back his disheveled hair. The bulge beneath his thick coat, still evident, was hidden as he restored his appearance to its usual pristine state.

Reaching out, he tugged Yoo Yisoo’s knit sweater back down. She flinched but didn’t retreat, perhaps realizing he had no intention of touching her further.

“I’m not going to apologize,” he said.

“…If you were that kind of person, you wouldn’t have done this in the first place,” she retorted coldly.

Siheon let out a small chuckle, acknowledging her biting remark. Yoo Yisoo seemed to regain her composure quickly, her fists clenched tightly as her expression hardened.

“Goodbye, princess.”

Siheon pulled out a cigarette and lit it, the glowing tip flickering faintly in contrast to the heavy downpour just a step away.

“Let’s not meet again.”

The mocking smile that had twisted his lips faded into a blank expression—the mask Yoo Yisoo had seen him wear for three months. She turned toward the hotel building, clearly determined to have nothing more to do with him.

“When we meet again, even I won’t know what I might do.”

There was no reply, but Siheon clearly saw Yoo Yisoo’s legs pause for a brief moment.

And that was it. She resumed her steps, walking steadily toward the hotel’s rear entrance, drenched in rain but resolute—like a scene fading from a screen.

Siheon didn’t leave, even after her fading silhouette had completely disappeared. The smoke of regret curled above him, dissipating into the rain, only to falter as he took a step forward and it was swept away.

It felt like shards of ice were stabbing into his skin. Winters in New York were always cold, but today, with the rain, it was unbearably so.