Fearlessly Daring

“Fucking hot.”  

Yuna realized that she had spilled coffee on Woojin’s crotch. She reached out toward the groin area of his gray slacks. In response, Woojin spread his thighs slightly, as if telling her to wipe it properly.  

“Why aren’t you wiping it?”  

The nape of Yuna’s neck, visible just above the white round collar, turned red like a ripe peach.  

“If it were me, I’d hurry up and wipe instead of feeling embarrassed.”  

‘You just need to find out if it works properly.’  

‘If what works?’  

‘Fuck, a man’s thing. Check if that thing is really broken like the rumors say.’  

To pay off her father’s gambling debt, Yuna became a maid at the Daeyoung family.  

Barely managing to cover the enormous daily interest, she was ordered by the loan shark to find out whether Tae Woojin, the infamous second son of the Daeyoung family—rumored to be a monster—was sexually dysfunctional.  

She swallowed dryly. For a moment, she thought she heard a chuckle, and before she knew it, she looked up. Dark eyes gleamed with amusement.   

“Was spilling the coffee intentional or a mistake? Do you really want to die like this?”    

The scent of coffee subtly rose from his damp pants, which had now lost their heat. Only then did she realize she was gripping the fabric tightly around his crotch.  

“Ah.”  

Startled, Yuna tried to pull her hand away, but Tae Woojin seized her wrist and pressed it down. A soft, yielding sensation touched her fingertips, making her let out a short gasp.  

“If you want to twist it off, just say so next time. Don’t play these dangerous pranks. If it’s you, I’d gladly give you a fuck anytime.”  

From that day on, Yuna found herself in a dangerous cohabitation with the very man who might be her lifeline out of hell.  

Woojin, whose words were crude and sharp, always cornered her with every remark.  

Yet the very person who had to be her way out of this nightmare was gradually stealing her heart.