When she was picked up like luggage and thrown onto the bed, I-yeon absurdly found herself recalling her second first meeting with him. The moment he had just woken up from a vegetative state and tried to attack her.
"K-Kwon Chae-woo."
"Yes."
He climbed onto I-yeon's body with nonchalance. A damp monsoon enveloped her.
"This is, this kind of thing..."
"Yes, it's all because of the illness."
He sarcastically murmured softly as he grabbed I-yeon's collar like a scruff and lifted her up. As his cold face drew closer and his lips fiercely rushed in, I-yeon unconsciously clenched her jaw. Tears suddenly welled up.
Seeing that, Kwon Chae-woo paused right before her nose.
"…"
It felt as though an eon had passed.
His eyelashes trembled, and a deep crease formed between his brows. A sigh like a wound parted his stiff lips and slipped out.
At a glance, it looked exactly as if Kwon Chae-woo was holding back tears. I-yeon felt another surge of injustice and grief over that.
Who's the one who's actually scared here...!
"D-don't take your anger out on me like this."
"…"
"Kwon Chae-woo, you're not this kind of person."
I-yeon was already scolding him in earnest.
The Kwon Chae-woo she had newly gotten to know was not a man who solved problems this way.
He was not someone who ignored I-yeon's opinion and acted only as he pleased, whether she got hurt or not.
"Then just how much am I supposed to let it slide?"
He looked at her with eyes that seemed exhausted, yet still harbored an unsubsided ferocity.
"Do you have any idea how many times I held back the urge to grab you and pin you down today alone?"
At the sound of his teeth grinding, I-yeon shrank her neck.
"When you tried to pry me off on the mountain, when you shoved your husband at some random woman, and right now, ignoring my feelings with that pathetic syndrome talk."
"…"
"You tell me, I-yeon. Who's the one really going too far."
Bloodshot veins stood out in the clear whites of his eyes.
More than anything, he looked genuinely exhausted.
Come to think of it, a lot had happened since yesterday. As soon as he woke up after a long time, he dealt with Hwang Jo-yoon, climbed a tree he'd never climbed, had a team dinner, and visited the hospital since morning to get tested.
To top it all off, he even caught a wild boar as the final blow, so his fatigue must have been immense.
However, more than all those activities combined, a single word from I-yeon was turning his condition upside down.
Kwon Chae-woo shook at even a single breath from her.
As expected of a head injury, his mental fortitude must be weak too, she thought blankly.
"By any chance, are you playing with me because I'm an invalid?"
"…!"
…Uh, strictly speaking, that wasn't wrong...
I-yeon's heart pricked with guilt, and she averted her gaze.
"How much longer do I have to endure?"
"…I'm sorry."
I-yeon could have defended herself at the top of her lungs at any time. She had at least that much boldness, and there were her own circumstances for this fraud.
However, the moment the essence of her lie was pierced by the very person involved, I-yeon felt like a massive piece of trash.
'- Playing with me because I'm an invalid?'
Uh..., that's right...
Since he said he lost his memory, she hit the jackpot, lying on the inhale and brainwashing on the exhale.
"I just, I was confused, that's why I did it."
For now, I-yeon wanted to solve the immediate problem first.
Wrapping him around her finger wasn't a hugely difficult task as long as she had ordinary logic, moderate glibness, and thick skin.
Especially since he was someone who frequently felt fundamental anxiety due to the handicap of having no memory, he had a tendency to try to right himself by accepting I-yeon's words rather than doubting them.
At least, the him that I-yeon had seen so far was like that.
But—
"Just who is being manipulated down to the bone here?"
He slammed his forehead against I-yeon's head with a thud. Their noses bumped and their hair rubbed together.
At the sudden thwack to the forehead, I-yeon completely forgot what she was about to say and stared wide-eyed.
Strangely, not a single word came out. There were several excuses springing up like mushrooms after rain, but a mouth that only made excuses was merely pathetic.
"I'm sorry. Even so, I..."
I don't trust emotions.
That was also the closest to her true feelings, but at the same time, it was an inner thought she absolutely couldn't let be discovered while pretending to be his wife.
"I was just worried about you, Kwon Chae-woo..."
"Right."
It was a voice darker than an abyss.
"Then I'll just be a crazy bastard."
"…!"
He had already pulled up I-yeon's top and was gently stroking her cooled lower belly. Perhaps because of the cold, goosebumps immediately rose on her skin.
"A crazy bastard struck with a dick-hardening disease. I'll be that."
—Though I don't know why that's a disease. His eyes murmuring that gleamed wickedly.
"So play along. Your husband is sick."
"…!"
He forcefully pulled up I-yeon's bra and grabbed the white flesh that was revealed. The smooth skin squished and bulged out between his thick, hot fingers.
"K, Kwon Chae-woo, wait a moment…!"
He took I-yeon's prominent breast into his mouth in one gulp.
"Hah, Kwon Chae-woo!"
The man rolled the rough peak with his tongue while simultaneously pulling down her pants and panties in one go.
"…!"
The feeling of cold air touching her bare lower half was indescribably terrifying and shameful.
I-yeon kept pushing his head away, but every time she did, the man scraped her nipple with his teeth and bit it as if to snap it off. Then she started to get scared that her nipple might really just dangle and fall off.
He had her right breast in his mouth and was kneading her left breast like dough, all while staring up at her.
"Heut…!"
Whenever her nipple caught between his fingers and her sensitive peak was crushed by his soft tongue, the inside of I-yeon's thighs throbbed.
She was unfamiliar with and displeased by her own changes. Instinctively, she grabbed his wrist to push him off, but with a pop, the nipple that was being intensely sucked popped out.
"I-yeon, you love me."
The nipple soaked in saliva had already swollen up a layer and turned red. It was the exact same color as his lips.
"But how could you doubt your husband."
He smiled strangely and lowered his posture.
Making I-yeon's desperate effort to keep her knees together pointless, he easily grabbed her pale thighs and spread them apart.
The knuckles gripping her buttocks were stiff. Kwon Chae-woo buried his lips between her legs without hesitation.
A damp breath she had never felt in her secret place clung to her. She had no time to distinguish whether this was repulsion, guilt, or anticipation.
"Hah…!"
The bridge of his nose brushed against her coarse pubic hair and licked up her vulva deeply. He sucked and licked both edges of her plump, appetizing vulva without missing a spot, and sharpened his tongue to stimulate her clitoris.
"Uhh…, Heup…!"
"Who's the cold fish here?"
He smeared saliva all over her vulva and swallowed it in one mouthful. He rubbed around the clitoris in circles and occasionally sucked only that peak with a smacking sound, applying pressure.
"Heut…!"
Her chin lifted and her waist flinched on its own. When all her sensitive spots were sucked into the wet mouth, I-yeon felt like she was going crazy.
"Haa…, haa…"
He spread her vulva even more overtly with his thumb. When the slippery, bright red flesh was revealed like a freshly shucked clam, he became even more persistent.
He lifted and swept aside the softly covered wings with the tip of his tongue, then suddenly grabbed them with his lips and shook his head. The more the extreme point vibrated, the hotter the sensation grew.
Then at some point, her vision flashed and her back burned as if on fire.
"Ah, ah, heut, ah…!"
He drank the profusely flowing love juice without missing a single drop. The vulgar sound of his lips taking away every drop of liquid pierced her ears.
"Heut…!"
Whenever rational thought tried to raise its head, Kwon Chae-woo pulled her buttocks closer. Then, Kwon Chae-woo's lips and her genitals pressed together without a gap.
He greedily sucked the soft flesh with slurping sounds and finally began poking around the opening that had started to twitch. The living, moving tongue lightly swept away I-yeon's feeble will.
It was when her body was gradually growing limp and powerless.
Thud, thud, thud—
Her hazy mind shot up in an instant.
"…S-someone's coming!"
She pushed Kwon Chae-woo's head away and screamed as if shrieking. Someone was climbing the iron stairs leading to the 2nd-floor window.
"Kwon Chae-woo!"
I-yeon's heart raced and she broke into a sweat at the thought of someone catching her in this state—bottomless and having her vulva sucked.
But the movement of his tongue showed no signs of stopping. Instead, perhaps he let out a chuckle, as a hot breath brushed against her vulva once.
"Kwon…, Chae-woo…!"
"…"
"The doctor is coming soon!"
"Perfect."
"What?!"
I-yeon lifted her upper body and glared at him.
"Y-you crazy bastard!"
Driven to the limit, harsh words came out without her realizing.
"What about my social reputation!"
"That bastard needs to learn. What happens when you sneak into someone's newlywed home like a rat."
"…!"
"And whose husband I am."
His lips were slick with something transparent. I-yeon seemed to know what it was and quickly turned her head away.