IMFOBO | CH 53 | On the Wedding Night

Eun-cho sat on the edge of the mattress, looking up at Tae-san.

Her gaze wavered, lost and uncertain.

In front of her stood Ryu Tae-san. Behind her was the bed.

Any escape routes had been cut off from the start.

“Why… are you doing this?”
“You’re not asking because you don’t know.”

Just as he said—it wasn’t that she didn’t understand. It was simply that, having never experienced this before, now that the moment had come, all she felt was an unshakable fear and unease.

“Mr. Tae-san… I’m still not ready.”

Her eyes fell on the lips that had just been kissing and nibbling her moments ago.

Now stained with wine, they looked redder than usual.

Before she realized it, she found herself staring, almost entranced.

Still clutching tightly at her dress.

As Tae-san sat down at the edge of the bed near Eun-cho’s feet, the mattress dipped slightly, almost like a ripple of vibration.

Just that small closing of distance sent a strange shiver running up from her toes.

He braced himself with a palm against the mattress and slowly moved closer.

“What? Do I look like I’m going to eat you alive?”

“…You look like you’d gnaw me to the bone.”

Tae-san pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, making one side of it bulge slightly.

It looked as if he were savoring the sight of her, eyes heavy with an unsettling hunger.

He caught the strands of hair that had fallen over her shoulder and gave her a soft kiss.

“You’re beautiful.”

Where the back of his hand brushed her skin, it felt like her entire nervous system focused on that single point.

“Hhup—”

When his lips grazed the nape of her neck, a breathy moan escaped without warning.

She hadn’t known until now, but her neck was sensitive.

It was something she had come to learn only through her time with Tae-san.

This man knew exactly where Eun-cho’s weak spots were—and he didn’t hesitate to exploit them.

He had laid a trap she couldn’t possibly avoid, tempting her with his entire being.

His large hand moved over the dress, clutching at the softness beneath.

Startled by the touch invading a place no one else had reached, Eun-cho’s shoulders trembled.

Is this really okay?

Even if it’s the first night, we’re not a normal couple.

Is it even possible to have this kind of intimacy without love, bound only by an old house and shared property?

Tae-san pressed his index finger to a faint trace of wine left on her dress.

He rubbed in slow, circular motions. Eun-cho’s brow furrowed ever so slightly.

The fabric clung and twisted dangerously, and her awareness zeroed in on the spot.

“I’ve already given you all the time I could.”

So that talk about splitting me in half wasn’t just empty words.

He whispered low, then caught the edge of her dress between his teeth and began to pull it down—slowly.

“It doesn’t… have to be me…”

“What kind of bullshit is that?”

Pushed to the edge, Eun-cho began to blurt out anything.

“I’m not the kind of guy who can stomach fooling around while my wife—whose name is on the family registry with mine—is waiting at home.” 

From the start, this sham negotiation was doomed to fail.

Because her husband had no intention of backing down.

If nothing else, one thing was clear:

Ryu Tae-san had a strong desire for Lee Eun-cho.

Even if it wasn’t love.

“I told you—I have morals.”

“I didn’t think I’d hear ‘moral’ and ‘ethical’ being used in a moment like this…”

Even as she bristled like a cornered cat, Tae-san didn’t so much as blink.

“So it’s only right we do our duty as husband and wife, Eun-cho.”

Tae-san’s voice was endlessly gentle.

It held a calm certainty, as if he already knew Eun-cho would eventually give in and fall into his arms.

“Marital duty?”

Eun-cho recalled the time when she had promised—sincerely—that she would do her best to fulfill her role as a wife.
But she’d never said that role extended to… this, had she?

“I think I’ve done a pretty decent job keeping my promises. What about you?”

“……”

As Eun-cho was left speechless, Tae-san slowly stroked her earlobe, then lightly scraped it with his nail.

A dull ache tightened in her lower belly, and an odd flutter spread through her chest.

At the sudden surge of sensation, Eun-cho pressed her thighs tightly together.

“Did you not like it?”

“…Ah.”

Eun-cho let out a soft gasp, belatedly.

The real problem wasn’t that she disliked it—quite the opposite.
She didn’t hate it at all.

Even though it was her own body, it no longer felt entirely under her control.

With trembling hands, Eun-cho let go of the dress she had been clinging to like a last line of defense.

Slip.
The dress fell without resistance.

The soft rustling of the fabric brushing against itself sounded unnervingly sensual and lewd.

Her lingerie, hidden beneath, was now exposed. Pale, soft skin spilled slightly over the top of the cups.

“Ha…”

A ragged breath, thick with restraint, escaped him.

Tae-san, unable to take his eyes off her, reached out to cover the exposed skin with his hand and leaned in to kiss her.

“Mm…!”

A faint moan slipped straight into Tae-san’s mouth, swallowed whole.

It was a kiss, more explicit and messy than any before.

Eun-cho, gathering her courage, slid her fingers into his hair.

The feel of his soft strands slipping through her fingers was vivid.

Their breath grew hotter, indistinguishably mixed together, as if the line between them had completely dissolved.

As skin pressed and tangled against skin, the air filled with damp, sticky sounds.

“Haa…”

Panting softly, Eun-cho looked up at Tae-san with a hazy, dazed gaze.

Her delicate chest rose and fell as if trying to catch up with all the breath she’d just let go.

“Cute.”

Somehow, it didn’t feel like this would end easily.

Their first night together was messy, heated, and overwhelmingly intense.

Everything about Lee Eun-cho was addictive.
Her soft, dewy lips, her supple, sweet-smelling skin.

He wanted to keep confirming it—
her breath, her expressions, her reactions to him.
For the first time, he had the urge to etch it all into memory without missing a single detail.

“So pretty.”

Tae-san gripped both of Eun-cho’s wrists and twisted them, pinning them tightly above her head.
Her supple body trembled beneath him, swaying ever so slightly with the motion.

He buried his lips deep into the inside of her arm, lapping at her skin with the tip of his tongue.

Each time he did, helpless moans spilled from between Eun-cho’s clenched teeth.

“Mr. Tae-san…”

The red marks pressed into her pale skin looked like stamps of possession—strangely fitting.

There was no end to his desire.

Just brushing against her soft curves had nearly sent him over the edge.

This is insane.

He had never felt much passion toward women before.
He could get what he wanted easily, even without yearning for it.

But Lee Eun-cho was different.

Tae-san bit and licked her porcelain skin, leaving clear marks behind.
He repeated it over and over again, waiting for her tension to melt.

Slowly, almost like he was sinking into her.
So that she wouldn’t be able to handle anyone but Ryu Tae-san.

“Mm!”

A wet gasp escaped her.

Seeing Eun-cho panting from the pleasure he gave her satisfied him… and yet…

He was still thirsty.
A dry, insatiable thirst that nothing could quench.

He pulled her close, and her sweat-slicked skin clung to his.

“Stop… this is… too much.”

The real act hadn’t even begun.

And yet, Eun-cho was already overwhelmed by just this much. She was so beautiful, it made him want to keep pushing her further.

“It’s okay. I’ll go slow. I won’t hurt you.”

“…Mmph.”

He’d never had a taste for coaxing and comforting crying women.
Not before, and he hadn’t planned on doing it in the future.

But… with Lee Eun-cho, it was different.

He wanted to be gentle with her.
Even though he knew that pushing hard would take them straight to the peak of this pleasure, he didn’t want to.

“You can touch here too, if you want.”

At the sound of a buckle being undone, Eun-cho flinched.
She stared at him, lips parted in stunned silence.
As if spellbound, she couldn’t look away from Tae-san’s center.

“If you stare like that, it might be a problem.”

“Ha… Mr. Tae-san, this is just… too…”

“What?”

“It’s big…”

Seriously…

She knew how to throw grenades exactly where he least expected it.

Tae-san couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh.
Even while blushing, Eun-cho still said everything on her mind.

“This… I don’t think it’s going to fit.”

“That’s a very generous assessment.”

“My honor.”

Tae-san caressed Eun-cho’s slender waist and brought his lips close to her ear.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he murmured, soothing her repeatedly.

And finally…

“Ugh, Mr. Tae-san… I can’t.”

“You can.”

The moment he held Eun-cho possessively, a heavy sigh escaped him.

Reluctant to waste even the breath that permeated the air, he eagerly pressed his lips to hers again.

How could he explain this overwhelming sense of fulfillment, seamlessly whole?

He coaxed and comforted his wife, who was struggling with unfamiliar sensations, gradually guiding her toward climax.

“Open your eyes. You need to look at me.”

It was a rapturous ecstasy.

He didn’t dare to imagine what lay beyond its peak; he simply wanted to be intoxicated by Lee Eun-cho.

“…”

Eun-cho lifted her moist gaze to meet Tae-san’s.

He liked the way only Ryu Tae-san filled her light, glass-bead-like brown eyes.

When Tae-san pressed his lips to her throbbing pulse point and lightly sucked, Eun-cho’s eyes fluttered helplessly.

“So, this is why they say experience matters…”

“What?”

Eun-cho’s small mumble scattered without conveying meaning.

He had vowed not to push her too hard.

He had promised himself to control his pace like a mature man and bring Eun-cho to a state of bliss.

His resolution to make her utterly lose herself in Ryu Tae-san quickly evaporated.

“Wrap your arms around my neck.”

He couldn’t bear not being pressed against her without any space between them.

Closer, even closer, intimately and deeply.

“Ha… I’m dying.”

Tae-san bit his lower lip and firmly gripped Eun-cho’s hips.

Wherever he grasped, the imprint of his fingers remained clearly on her snow-white skin.

It was as if he were drawing Ryu Tae-san onto a blank white canvas.

Damn it.

It felt devastatingly good.

Even though this act was just beginning, it felt so good.

Intense heat and excitement enveloped them both.

Tae-san trembled with a strange and distinct sense of discomfiture.

He had thought this relationship, merely a way to release his desires, would soon become tiresome, but he was completely wrong.

Bullshit.

There was no way this could end after just one time.