TINL Ch 7

Before he could even savor the warm, soft, endlessly sweet aftertaste of the impurity, a pale and panicked Sunwoo hurriedly pulled back. But having just completed his training, he couldn’t easily overcome the spirit of a celestial being who’d been tempered in the muck for 600 years.

Wol, effortlessly subduing his resistance without much effort, clicked her tongue at Sunwoo, whose face alternated between flushing red and draining pale.

“Judging by how clueless you are, it seems Seolmundae Halmang really raised you pure. I don’t even know where to start teaching you—it’s daunting, just daunting.”

“T-That, uh, I’ll take it out myself!”

“No need. It’s better I show you how it’s done this time. If you practice bit by bit going forward, by the time your name’s listed among the divine, you’ll be able to purify yourself. Purification and regeneration are your specialties, after all, Mr. Sunwoo.”

“It won’t even fit in your mouth, sunbae!”

Shouting with veins bulging on his forehead and neck, he struggled to push Wol’s head away. She tilted her head in confusion as she’d been prying his thighs apart.

“Mr. Sunwoo, didn’t you fit my whole chest in your mouth and suck?”

“…What does that…”

“Exactly. You just need to suck hard on the part where the impurity comes out. Why would you try to fit the whole thing in your mouth?”

Shaking her head with an unhidden look of pity, Wol took off her glove and handed it to him. The moment Sunwoo instinctively took it, her cool fingers gripped his stiff, swollen member, hovering just above his navel.

“sunbae!”

“Yes. I figured if we want to finish quickly, I’d need to grip it a bit harder. You’ve swallowed my medicine and my impurity, Mr. Sunwoo, so quite a bit should come out.”

“No, ugh…!”

“And you’re not supposed to swallow impurity—you spit it out. If you gulp it down like you did, Mr. Sunwoo, it just moves from my body to yours, nothing more.”

“Of course you should spit mine out! No, sucking on that hideous thing with your mouth doesn’t even make sense in the first place!”

“You don’t like it with the mouth? I’m not a fan of taking it down there—too much cleanup afterward.”

Wol started to undo her pants, as if she didn’t really want to but would if he insisted. Sunwoo let out a silent scream and grabbed her wrist to stop her. As he pinned her arm down, her exposed chest became even more prominent, and he squeezed his eyes shut again.

“sunbae… Are you doing this on purpose to mess with me?”

“There’s some truth to that. So if you don’t want to be teased more, hurry up and decide which way we’re doing this. We need to finish quickly, step out for a smoke, and head to the negotiation—it’s tight on time. And let go a little; gripping my bare hand that hard hurts.”

The moment Sunwoo released her hand as if it were on fire, Wol clasped both hands around him again and leaned down.

“Don’t just watch—hold my hair. I don’t want it getting in my hair.”

Sunwoo clenched her glove in one hand and, with the other, carefully gathered her long hair as she instructed, gritting his teeth.

“It’s a bit upsetting that you, the perpetrator, keep telling me, the victim, what to do.”

“Oh. I see how that could be. I’ll be more careful from now on.”

“Ha…”

Sunwoo stared with a maddened expression at the woman who kept veering in directions he neither expected nor hoped for, then roughly tousled his hair. Unfortunately, his irritation didn’t last long.

A cool hand gripped and shook his burning pillar of flesh. Soft lips brushed against the twitching tip, sucking with a chuup. The rustling of hair in his hand.

Those small things trampled up from between his legs, pounding through his insides and banging on his skull.

Crimson lips wrapped around the grotesquely swollen, dark shaft, her dilated pupils scanning his face. Sunwoo, straining to suppress his groans with bloodshot eyes, finally buried his face in his forearm to escape her gaze.

No matter how he looked at it, that pretty mouth shouldn’t be holding something like this. It felt like he was doing something awful to Wol. The maddening pleasure, the urge to have her suck harder, to thrust deeper—it made it worse.

Each time her firm grip slid meticulously up the throbbing, veined shaft from root to tip, curses rose to the tip of his tongue.

Watching his convulsing throat, Wol suddenly twisted the thick pillar tightly, grazing the smooth head lightly with her teeth as she sucked hard. The stubbornly resilient man jolted upward, his hips twisting.

“Hngh!”

Unlike the gushing release of expulsion, a sensation like a soft cord wrapping his heart being yanked out swept through Sunwoo’s entire body. Rigid and trembling as if struck by a strong current, tormented by an excruciating climax, his eyes met her cool face, lips sealed shut, silently watching him. Too dazed to even think of fixing his pants, he tore out tissues from a pack haphazardly placed by the driver’s seat and brought them to her mouth.

“Spit it out quick! Hurry!”

Wol hesitated briefly before opening her mouth. Thick, murky fluid dribbled onto the layered tissues he held out. Sunwoo grabbed the remaining tissues with his other hand and began gently dabbing her mouth. Her eyes, usually infuriatingly calm without a flicker, trembled faintly.

“I’ll wipe what’s on your face, so open your mouth wider and spit it all out. You said we’re short on time.”

Caught off guard by his own words thrown back at her, she parted her wet lips further and stuck out her tongue. Sunwoo waited for her to empty everything from her mouth, then neatly stuffed the soaked tissue wad into the empty pack and sealed it tight. He draped his jacket over her, whose wet clothes and underwear were beyond salvaging, buttoning it up snugly.

“Wait a sec. Thirty seconds, and I’m done.”

As he quickly adjusted his own clothes and waved his hand to purify the heavy air in the car, Wol’s gaze followed his every move. Embarrassment. Doubt. Lament. Displeasure. Her eyes, mixed with emotions Sunwoo didn’t particularly welcome, held back a torrent of words.

Pretending not to notice, he finished purifying the air and tapped the window. Jacheongbi, waiting outside, slid into the driver’s seat.

“Even speeding like crazy, it’ll be tight to make it on time. Wol, change into the new clothes quick. President Bae, fix your flattened hair, and both of you buckle up tight.”

Without a word, Wol took the shopping bag Jacheongbi tossed her and began changing. Undressing barehanded seemed painful; she winced while unbuttoning her shirt sleeve. Sunwoo clicked his tongue sharply and pushed her hand aside, but she shook her head.

“I can dress myself without your help, Mr. Sunwoo.”

“I’m not helping. I’ve got something to settle with you, and I can’t even look at you properly with you like that.”

Even as Jacheongbi widened her eyes in the rearview mirror, watching them with interest, Sunwoo didn’t care. He tore off Wol’s wet clothes, pulled out the new ones, buttoned them up meticulously, and even put her gloves back on. Overwhelmed by his momentum, Wol sat still, awkwardly fiddling with the edge of her glove and tilting her head.

“You have something to settle with me?”

“Yes. When you keep staring at me with those eyes full of complaints and unspoken words, it makes me feel like I’ve done something wrong, and that pisses me off. You’re the perpetrator, I’m the victim—why am I the one reading your mood?”

“……”

“I can’t stand it. Just open your mouth and tell me what to do. Order me around, smoke your cigarettes, do whatever you want—do it now. Hurry.”

She slid her gaze down from him to her hands, finally voicing the grievances she’d kept inside.

“You’re needlessly kind, Mr. Sunwoo. You’ve got kindness ingrained in you. It’s utterly useless.”

“Saying it’s useless right to someone’s face…”

“Not you—I mean that personality of yours is useless. I took medicine in advance thinking you’d at least slap me a few times, but instead of hitting me, you’re tending to me.”

“I was taught not to raise a hand to a woman.”

“You pick and choose fights based on gender? Raised all proper, huh.”

Even as she blamed him, the fact that she wasn’t wrong irritated Sunwoo to no end. Fixing his flattened, tousled hair, he couldn’t outright deny her criticism and just tugged his lips down in displeasure. Wol clicked her tongue, finding even that unsatisfactory.

“You’ve always been the type to lose out, Mr. Sunwoo, and even after death, you’re the same. That’s a problem.”

“President Bae’s a softie at heart, so you’ve got to let it slide, Wol. It’s his nature—why he managed 600 years doing everything Seolmundae Halmang and I told him to without much stress.”

“That’s exactly why I’m going crazy. Being this soft won’t cut it in the heavens.”

“What can you do? He seems to think he’s all sharp and tough, so just find it cute.”

Sunwoo stared in disbelief at the two women badmouthing him to his face as if he weren’t there, then clamped his lips shut and aggressively tapped at his phone. Trying to ignore them, he crammed Wol’s memo notes into his head, but with each deep breath, the lingering peach scent in his mouth churned his stomach more.

Racing at a speed that could’ve earned ten tickets, Jacheongbi screeched to a halt in front of a grand building, then turned and pointed at them.

“Wol, you’re coming up with me. President Bae, stay here and watch the car.”

“No way. Mr. Sunwoo might not be of much use right now, but he’s contracted as my bodyguard. I don’t want to give Mago any excuse to nitpick just because there’s talk he didn’t attend the negotiation.”

“Why am I useless…”

“President Bae, just stay quiet for a sec.”

Once again, Jacheongbi and Wol cleanly ignored Sunwoo, continuing their own conversation.

“Wol-ah. Didn’t you hear that the sun gods put that bastard Gusang as their negotiation representative?”

“I did.”

“Knowing that, you’re still bringing this guy along? Who knows what kind of bullshit will come out of Gusang’s mouth!”

“That’s why I confessed to Mr. Sunwoo on the way here. That I killed him.”

“Crazy… I had a hunch when President Bae started talking about perpetrators and victims…”

Jacheongbi glared at Wol and Sunwoo with axe-like eyes. Wol offered Sunwoo, who was visibly frustrated about why he was being treated this way and receiving such looks, something that barely passed as comfort.

“The sun gods’ negotiation rep is my ex-husband, and that jerk has a talent for mixing truth with lies to sow discord. Rather than letting his schemes ruin your mood, I figured it’d be less shocking if I just admitted upfront that I killed you, Mr. Sunwoo.”

“…That’s a level of delicate consideration I’ve never heard of. I feel so reassured having such a dependable sunbae.”

Fully aware of the biting sarcasm, Wol sighed and pointed to the phone she’d given him.

“I wrote in bold in the memo pad to never feel reassured under any circumstances. What exactly were you looking at earlier?”

“……”

As she held the car door open for him, Wol cautiously asked Sunwoo, who’d been visibly displeased the whole time.

“There’s one more thing that might really upset you, Mr. Sunwoo—can I say it?”

“…Go ahead.”

“Don’t even think about protecting me or anything foolish like that. I’d appreciate it if you just took care of yourself and got through the next year without trouble. Whether the other side’s a dog or a cow, this is an official negotiation, so button up your jacket and wear it properly. Sorry for hitting you with two things when I said one. That’s it. Let’s go.”

With that, Wol strode into the building without hesitation, held the elevator, and jerked her chin as if to say, “Get in already.”